<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/LTCmOhA.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>Conner "Kon-El" Kent<br/><strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong>Superboy<br/><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>The<del>New</del>Bat Family<br/><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>S.T.A.R LAbs; Entering the premises<br/><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>October 17, 2015; 2019 hours | Saturday<br/><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>Batwoman, Nightwing, Spoiler, Patchy the Pirate(because he's got one eye and a thief)<br/><hr/><hr/><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong>Superboy realizes his disadvantage, and decides it doesn't matter.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Several things started to appear at once to Conner, and even for him processing the how's and why's of all of them at once was hard in the middle of a fight. Firstly, no random thug should have been able to handle that tv. Not a hit from it or dodging it. He'd looked at the guys armor and a quick scan showed him it was tough enough to handle the impact from the TV with bruises at most, but it would have hurt like hell. This guy was fast though, fast enough to easily avoid the entertainment system turned projectile. It seemed he wasn't so fast as to avoid Conner though, which brought up another question. Why had it taken him so long to get there to throw that punch?<br/><br/>It didn't matter right at the moment, because what mattered was the punch got through his guard. The guy tried to stop him, but Conner still popped him right in the gut. Another question arose then, why had the man's attempt actually worked somewhat? There was a time, probably ten or so seconds ago where a punch like that would have sent him clean through the wall, but instead all he got was a grunt of pain and a step backwards? What the fuck was going on?! Was he getting weaker somehow? Did it have something to do with that box? Because he was just fine when he'd been outside. Crap, this was important, but he didn't have time to step back and analyze. He didn't have time to think about this.<br/><br/>He just had to keep the pressure on until the others got here. It didn't matter how good this guy was. Unless he had some pretty wild powers of his own, he doubted he could take out the Batfamily, even if their Superboy was working at a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of his power. At least he still had power though. If he'd been completely drained, he didn't know what he'd do since this guy seemed to be enhanced to an extent as well. When he tried to pull his hand back, Superboy discovered what it was like to be overpowered. Two hands of equal strength to his one was simple math. He wasn't going anywhere right now. He got some quick banter, and a thank you? "Yeah well it's been a long time since somebody managed to get one over on me. So kudos on that a-rrrgh!"<br/><br/>He saw the headbutt, and tried to guard, but with one hand all he managed was to drive his forearm up into the guys chest to diffuse just a bit of the force from that metal helmet of his. Then the foot came and well, Conner wasn't used to everything being so sped up. It came at a speed he could see and react to, but dammit the brain and body needed time to get used to such a drastic change. Time Conner didn't have yet. So he caught a hard boot to the chin that flipped him over and through the air as well as drawing blood.<br/><br/>Blood!? It had been quite a while since he'd seen his own blood. Yeah something was seriously wrong here. During his journey through the air, he caught a glimpse of Nightwing right before landing on his feet and somehow keeping his balance. All that combat and acrobatics training had helped apparently. While he regained his sense of self, Nightwing attacked. It was a quick exchange, but the guy in the mask was no joke to not be completely outclassed by Dick's skill and speed. Then again he was fighting Conner evenly so this was not a fight in the new Dark Knight's favor it seemed. When he got free of Nightwing, Conner shook one leg then cracked his knuckles.<br/><br/>"You hit pretty hard,"<em>'I guess,'</em>Conner thought to himself while inwardly congratulating this guy on covering all the angles. "But we're not done yet."