<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/stylewatch/blog/100705/kellan-lutz-300x400.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Superboy<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Bat Family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dick, Megan, Wally, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh really?" Megan was a shapeshifter of the highest order, but even she was human, err...Martian. He meant nobody was perfect, and even though she tried to hide it, he saw that hint of a blush break out before everything went back to normal. Their mental conversation concerning the comatose, catatonic criminal had a pin put in it, and he was fine with that. When Megan blasted someones mind, they usually deserved it, but still he was worried that things would go further. He knew what it was like to have the power of a God.<br/><br/>That was power one should never misuse. He looked around again, and whaddya know, Megan was right. Almost none of the regulars were here, and the ones that were hadn't had anything interesting to say so far.<em>"Yeeeaaaah. It's a ghost town in here. It's <strong>never</strong></em>a ghost town in here.<br/>Especially on a night like tonight.<br/><br/>This might be a sign that somethin' big is going down. Maybe not tonight, but people are definitely prepping I think."[/i] While he wasn't great at showing it, Conner thought Megan was pretty awesome herself. It was just he was so focused on fighting crime, and learning things, and living. His life was complicated to say the least. And that was saying something considering what it meant for all of them to be heroes like they were.<br/><br/>He accepted the noogie and lightly,<em>very lightly</em>tapped Dick in the ribs in response. Despite his obvious strength, a mantra echoed in Conner's head, in the voice of his dad, the dad he wanted anyway. The world...well the world was cardboard. Controlling his strength was key, and despite Cadmus being Cadmus, one thing he could say was they trained him well. So despite the fact that he could chuck a cruise ship, it felt more like a playful jab from a normal guy.<br/><br/>"I jaywalk all the time, man. I'm just too good to get caught." Which meant, he moved so fast nobody realized he was even there. Aside from training together, fighting together, all that good stuff. Nightwing was also helping Conner learn about Krypton and his people. Cadmus didn't have much info on it, and the little they did have they deemed unnecessary knowledge. On the other hand, while he had access to his predecessor's memories, some spaces were just blank. Like there was nothing there, or it was, he just couldn't get the memories to register for some reason.<br/><br/>Whatever it was, it was infuriating, but even though he wasn't an expert, Richard was sharing what he knew, and that meant a lot to Conner. A perfectly formed eyebrow raised as Conner's blue orb darted from Dick, over to Megan, then back again when he asked about the Martian's nickname. "Do tell." His gaze fell back to Megan when Dick started to explain that they called her tomato, because anything sexual sent blood rushing to her cheeks.<br/><br/>He'd pay to see that actually. He would have, if Richard didn't decide to demonstrate for free. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, and Conner forgot to turn his hearing off so his friend may as well have been speaking normally. Conner's face turned to look at Nightwing's ass subconsciously, then he nearly recoiled in horror. "Super hearing man; I heard you! And then I looked because you were talking about it! You've ruined me for tonight, bro!"<br/><br/>He hissed that part lowly so no one around would hear. He did have a perfect ass though; and who said he didn't have any powers? No amount of squats in the world could give you something like that; you were either born with it or you weren't. He of course had noticed Megan spilled her beer on him, but it was no big deal even if she thought it was. He laughed at the whole thing, accepting the napkins and making the show of using them. However when you had heat vision, getting wet wasn't really an issue.<br/><br/>A low level blast, invisible to human eyes but comparable to a high powered blow dryer quickly got his clothes back to their right level of dryness, and then he rolled the napkins up and left them on the table. Looking at her, he smiled. "You really<em>do</em>turn red." He chuckled a bit and waved away her offer. "No need. I got plenty of cash from that night in Vegas. Plus I do my laundry for free at home." Clearing his throat in her mind, he opened a solo channel between him and her like Dick had just done and kept going.<em>"Besides...I think tomatoes are cute."</em>He turned rd the entrance when the Scarlet Speedster  made himself known.<br/><br/>He knew<em>of</em>Wally, but he didn't really know him. Not like the others. He protected Central City pretty much all on his own, so he didn't have as much free time as some of them. But when you were the fastest man alive...well you found you could make your own time. "For me and her it was random. You know how this one plans everything out to a tee," Conner joked while jabbing a finger at the former boy wonder. When Wally's mind connected with theirs and he ended up asking Dick if they were on a job, his eyes started darting around.<br/><br/><em>"This isn't a job. Is it? It wasn't for me, I just wanted info...if it's a job though I'm in. I feel the urge to punch someone evil."</em>Sometimes he could get excited...okay maybe more like, all the time. But could you blame him? A regular life would be exciting for an infant who knew nothing else six months ago. But take that same infant, and give him super powers. Life was<em>awesome</em>almost all the time if you bothered to ask him.