Conner's on a solo shift tonight--Clark and Lois are on a date, and Kara's stuck doing homework. Zipping around from New Troy to the Suicide Slums to Bakerline, back to the Suicide Slums, then to Park Ridge, straight back to New Troy, straight to Queensland Park and then Hob's Bay--is never really boring. There's always something going on when you have superhearing. Always something to do on nights like this, and someone to save.
He's allowed to take breaks from flying around looking for trouble is what he's saying. Lots of 'em. In fact, Clark requires at least a few every patrol for him. Says they've tested him (which they have, in the Fortress of Solitude, where Supes has the tech to break through his Kryptonian skin without busting out the Kryptonite) and found he isn't as able to to absorb sunshine to the same ability as him and Kara on account of the Luthor genes. It means his Kryptonian powers short out faster, and even though he always has the TTK to even things out and keep him Super, his body becomes exponentially weaker, and it causes a visible, powerful, all encompassing strain on him.
When he does take a breather, he prefers to head over to the museum district when he can. He sits (or lays) on top of the Superman museum and just listens to them talk about what they know about Krypton, and everything Lois's ever written about him, and all his adventures. He listens to kids gasp with joy at the videos and the interactive exhibits, the sigh of relief he hears when the tour guide gets to the part in their story about Superman swooping in and saving the day.
It's awesome. Better than Cinemax.
He's listening to a tour guide talk about Superman's first meeting with Lex Luthor (or the one the public knows about anyway), when sirens blast into his ears. He screeches and groans, quickly putting away his spicy dorritos, and reluctantly heading over to the literal Scene of the Crime. He looks over the Metropolis Museum of Archeological Artifacts, X-Raying through the scene, and he's pretty surprised at what he sees.
A gang of punks in street clothes circling a blonde holding a baseball bat. She's way outnumbered. Way, way, WAY outnumbered. And the Head Punk's got a ball of what looks like fire in her hands. He's hoping it's not magic, before he stomps through the window just as one of the punks reaches out his hands for the girl.
He grabs him from behind and throws him into the crowd.
"I can't believe this. Another party that I wasn't invited to! And such a great location!"
The Head Punk throws a fire ball at him, and he dodges.
"What's a matter? They run out of Nirvanna T-shirts at Hot Topic?" They start running at him, and he starts up a good ol' fashioned beating.
Caroline was cautious as she stepped into the Mystic Grill. She was too lazy to go grocery shopping, but she still needed to eat, so she knew that the Grill was pretty much the only choice. But she was nervous, because she knew that it was the place where she was most likely to run into old friends.
{outoffragile} I am sorry! I totally suck at this currently. I will jump right in but I guess I'll write a bio soon . And i noticed Elijah's question about canon. So the rest of it is canon besides Caroline's story right? well I'll probably write a small bio. and reply to Caroline's open soon. Also for general plotting in this verse skype or aim would be easier. Message me for either sn.
{out of character}: Okay, I'm on the road all day tomorrow. When I get home tomorrow night, I'll finally be able to make my bios for neverknewau and mfgrammar and jump into those amazing worlds.