"I've never been too worried about 'traditional'," the man said, unfolding his legs as he floated down to the rooftop, "and I like the fresh air up here." He was wearing a more traditional costume, a bright yellow-and-blue ensemble that showed off a chest and upper arms no normal human could have achieved without steroids. At six-four, he towered over the girl even with both feet on the ground. The wind rippled his hair and furled his long white cape, but he seemed to take no notice of it otherwise as he walked forward and extended a hand to shake. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical, only the hair and a stronger tendency for the right cheek to dimple than the left throwing it off.<br/><br/><em>Fuck, she's even hotter than her picture.</em>He glanced up and down for a moment, taking her in, resisting the temptation to use his super-vision to see everything about her. There'd be time for that later. "Guardian, as I'm sure you know," he said, giving her a grin with white, amazingly even teeth. "But you can call me Allen. You're a speedster, I understand, and can disappear while you're running. Anything else I should know before we get started?"