<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, 19:20-19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dick, Megan<br/><hr/><br/>"Cool, cool. I'm not a regular, but this place is nice enough that I stop by from time to time. Really glad I chose tonight though," he said with a smile, complimenting her while keeping the out loud conversation going. It'd be weird if the two of them simply stopped talking and sat there looking at one another. Even weirdos would see that as pretty strange. He kept the smile on his face, even as Megan told him she'd stopped a mugger who...well she was into one of the darker parts of humanity tonight.<br/><br/>She could feel the sadness coming from him, and the anxiety that came from wondering if "going to the hospital" meant she'd broken his arm, or turned his frontal lobe into goop.<em>"I...I understand, Megan. Trust me. I understand those urges. You have <strong>no idea</strong> how easy it is for me to find something bad and then I just see red. Cadmus left their mark to say the least, even if I try to keep it under wraps. Just,"</em>he paused.<em>"Is there a chance he'll wake up?"</em><br/><br/>He wasn't judging her. He never did. He just worried was all. It was so easy for the rage to descend upon him. He could only imagine how bad it was for her considering Luthor was her captor just like Cadmus was his. Honestly he was glad she didn't hate him because he was half evil bald man. His ice blue eyes looked into hers, then he glanced around the bar and shrugged.<em>"You know how stir crazy I get. Figured I could maybe find something interesting if I put my ear to the ground; so to speak."</em>If he was a dog, his ears would have twitched when the loud voice of Dick Grayson sailed right into his ear canal. He scooched around in his seat to look at the closest thing he had to a brother in this world.<br/><br/>Well, ya know, aside from the 12 failed prior Superboy experiments. He gave a small wave to his fellow hero on his approach, and was convinced they all just looked like a small group, having a small conversation. Nothing about them was conspicuous in any way. When Dick turned his attention to Conner after talking and minding? Was minding a word? It was certainly easier than saying "telapthic communication". Whatever, when those two were done, and he started in on the jokes, Conner struggled to keep a straight face. He wasn't mad; far from it.<br/><br/>The hero known as Nightwing had been teasing him almost since they met. And now that Conner was getting used to it, he was starting to figure out quips and comebacks to level the playing field. He was trying to keep his sides from splitting as Dick laid it on...that sounded so<em>wrong</em>in his head. Even Megan jumped to his aid as the verbal onslaught continued. Finally he was done though, and Conner lost it, breaking into soft giggles for a bit. "<em>Wow</em>, Dick. That was...that was<em>so</em>offensive to every Kansas farmer across the state."<br/><br/>After he patted him on the shoulder, he leaned back in his seat. "I know what he'd prefer, but don'tcha think if I ordered a shot of 2%, it'd raise some eyebrows in a place like this? And I've always had a spine...just for a while didn't realize there was levels to bucking authority. This for example is a lot more normal than...that one thing I did before I came to town."<br/><br/>Both of them would know exactly what he was talking about. The night he became free; the night he sent Cadmus a message they'd never forget. With Megan in both their heads, he knew that meant he and Richard could talk as well. Telepathy was so cool.<em>"Well I was just here on a hunch. No idea about him. But you shouldn't be worried...unless, like that thing happens where good guys hanging out means bad guys just <strong>have</strong> to find some kinda crime to commit to ruin our fun. It's like a universal law or something."</em>