<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Michael John Carpenter<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Booster Gold<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:14<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman, Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Flash, Miss Martian<br/><hr/><br/>Booster Gold was... pissed. This was not how things were supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to be blowing chunks all over the ground. He wasn't supposed to be being shot at by cops (yes, his forcefield protected him, but it didn't stop them from hurting like a bitch.) He was supposed to be getting mobbed by the public, but they should be wielding pens and paper for autographs, not improvised weapons. So all in all? Pretty shitty. He still had his rationality, the forcefield screening enough of what was coming in to keep his rationality. He was sick, and feeling awful, but he didn't start blowing holes in the crowd or anything.<br/><br/>"It's alright. Plan B will still work."<br/><br/>Booster forced himself into the air, escaping the crowd of frenzied people. From up here, he could scan the scene. Orin looked fine, which was good. Some flying girl with Red Hair was tossing bolts of fire at the pink things. Booster didn't know if that would work, but he could understand the reasoning there. He couldn't do much to help, trusting the red haired beauty to take care of it.<br/><br/>"Hey Red! Good work! Keep things under control out here, alright?"<br/><br/>He flew toward the Bank, but didn't aim for the front doors like Orin or Flash. Instead, he turned his gauntlets to the maximum power and fired them both at a spot on the roof, blowing a man sized hole through the roof of the bank. That would be expensive to fix, but it was the best option at this point. Hopefully Orin would see what he was up to, and figuring it out. If Booster came at Poison Ivy from behind, while Orin and the others pinned her down from the front, they'd have her caught in a classic pincer.