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01/18/2021 03:58 PM 

World’s Finest #0

Year 0


Gotham City... 

 

A place unlike any other. Hawaii, Metropolis, New York. None of those places dug into and crawled under Connor’s skin quite like this dingy, unforgiving town. His fidgeting in place is evidence of that. Nerves tormented by his inhuman hearing and inner righteousness. A sense of obligation to heed the ruptures of misdeeds and cries of anguish, but no idea of where to start. In solitude of his hotel room, he sits on a cushy recliner that rests just meters away from his bed, deprived of indoor activities to occupy himself with. Soon, despite his clenching teeth and finger tips raking along the arms of his chair, he finally caves in.  With an uncomfortable aching hope to save at least one life, he stands and approaches one of the windows, climbing out to take to the night sky. Determination written across his boyish face, he patrols what he can of Gotham. For half an hour, he goes about foiling crime. From simple purse snatching, to store robberies.

 

His good deeds does well in soothing his core, though he knows there's more he could do. There, floating idly in place with scanning eyes, the young kryptonian scouts out whatever distress he can pinpoint. However, something catches his keen eyes. An individual. Brilliant red in the dead of night, though an onyx cape flapping right behind. The fineness, fluent movements, and outright astounding acrobats used to travel from one building to the next - it consumes Connor in absolute awe.

Eyes wide with wonder, the extraterrestrial youth descends somewhat in altitude and follows the mysterious being. 

 

His curiosity leads to a warehouse near a harbor; observing the peculiar individual... Well, observing a group people on ground level, moving crates and such from a truck and into the building the masked figure was perching atop of. 

 

“What is he doing?” Connor inquires under his breath and to no one in particular. Though he could hear every bit of dialogue from his below, he doesn't actually listen. He's far too hung up on the figure in red and black. Then, without warning, small objects of some kind were thrown into the crowd of men. Smoke erupting and spreading fast, blinding everyone inside and outside. It was an opportunity the lonesome vigilante took to leap into the screen of obscuring mess, the sound of grunting and blows abruptly echoing throughout the area in the next second. Was the person actually fighting them alone? For what reason?

 

Shortly after blinking in confusion, Connor makes use of his x-ray vision to spectate what was transpiring. There, he was laying eyes upon the limber oddity beating down the men with fluent precision, twirling and striking with a staff, an object Superboy had no idea the individual had in their possession.

 

When guns were drawn, it became plain as day that these men weren’t honest workers. Concern overtaking his features, he begins to lower with the intent of lending a hand, but... That solo youth proves there’s no real disadvantage on his end. Shots go off, yet all of them miss. More well place hits with the staff sends any adversary dropping like a sack of potatoes. By the end, the short stature is the last one standing firm and at all. 

 

Relief washes away Connor’s worry, bringing about a toothy smile. The fascinating stranger stands victorious and without a scratch. 

Though, it seems someone was looking to contest that. One of the goons climbs back to his feet and takes aim. The stranger certainly takes notice, peering over a shoulder while reaching toward his belt for something. However, Connor does him the favor of swooping in and delivering a mindful right hook that sends the man and the gun dropping to the pavement, flat and still.

 

This time, the Gotham vigilante is left staring in disbelief. Though, it doesn’t take long for it to shift into a solemn frown. Standing with upright posture, he looks upon the floating young teen in front of him, and in turn, Connor stares back. Smiling. The wind gently blows by, caressing the grounded male’s cape, and the jacket of the other who levitated in place. Silence lingering for a moment. It ends when Superboy speaks up.

 

“Hey.”

“Hey...” A not-so-enthusiastic response is given from the broody youth.

“Thanks for the help, but I had it under control.”

 

“Oh, I know! I was watching. The way you just took those guys down like that? It was crazy... I was so worried, but you were just too smooth to be touched. Dude, that was actually pretty cool!” Connor praises. Though, it only seems to leave the other scowling further. Pondering deep on something the Boy of Steel has no clue of.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Superboy! I’m from Metropolis. What’s your code name?”

 

“...Robin.”

 

 

End.

 

01/12/2021 04:15 PM 

Superboy, year 2: The End?



At the shores of Violet Island, where the sound of ocean waves gently brushing along the sandy surface fills the silence, was none other than Metropolis’ very own Superboy. Confused and deep in thought. Standing in place without uttering a word - something that’s been going on for minutes now. He had recently met his hero. THEE hero he was created in the image of, the hero he was meant to replace during the time of his absence. Initially, Connor couldn’t believe he was given an opportunity to see Superman in the flesh. It was exhilarating to lay eyes on his idol. To actually meet and exchange words with him. Initially, it was looking to be one of his better days. Sadly, that moment wasn’t so uplifting in the end. It left him puzzled, hurt, and questioning his own existence.  It’s how he ended up returning to this particular island. A place that holds significance in his memory, and serves as a reminder of what he was turning out to be.

 

At last, he makes a movement. Reaching to pluck his tea shades off his face as his head hangs briefly. Without a filter in the way, he looks out into the range of contrasting colors bleeding into one another. Orange and indigo. The young man’s expression nothing short of contemplative sadness. His mind plays back the mental film of his interaction with the Man of Steel. The disdain on Superman’s face.. Disgust, even. His words did little to betray that look, as well. It was as if his idol thought he was nothing more than an abomination of some sort. A violation of his person. From there, previous memories began interjecting.. All the mistakes he made came raining in like a storm, flooding his core with swelling guilt and frustration. His face, wrinkling in distaste, was showing it, too. A conclusion soon dons on him. Superman’s hostility toward him was perhaps just. He was flawed. Superman didn’t let his emotions get the best of him, he didn’t break the law to appeal to others, nor did he entertain the idea of taking a life. All of which Connor knew he himself had failed to follow in.

 

 

As those thoughts circulate and play on on repeat, anxiety eats at him. He shuts his eyes while each of his hands grips a side of the shades, thumbs stroking along the parallel lines in unity. The pain and emotions just keep swelling, devouring him from the inside out. Pain, sorrow, and fear. It gets to the point where he leans his head back and swallows a lump in his throat, hoping to purge the feeling of dread away, but it refuses to end. He sniffles as his crippling point creeps upon him. His eyes open again, revealing watery sockets as the young man looks ahead. The beauty of the scenery is lost to him, not only that, but it begins blurring from the ripples of his tears seeping out. With a trembling exhale, streaks of warm liquid begins dribbling down his cheeks.

 

Shame overtakes him, and he can’t help but to lower his head. Like a child, he weeps lowly to himself. Brows furrowing and all. It gradually escalates beyond control, turning into outright sobbing as his leaking grief blinds him ever more. Like a boy who’s lost and his parents to be found.. Unsure of what to do, of where to go. Strangers all around. No one was coming to heed his turmoil. He was a clone of a man who seems to be a foreigner of compassion, and of a hero who saw him as nothing more than an eyesore. He could cry into the night for as long as he wanted, but no soul was coming from over the horizon.

 

When he sobbing simmers in sniffing again, he squeezes around his shades, bending them out of shape. A scowl claims his features as he glares daggers out toward the sinking sun. 

 

“Stupid.” He mutters behind a compulsive gasp. Anger boiling from his very depths, inciting a crimson blaze from his brilliant eyes. A sinister smoky red.

 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!!” He exclaims to the ocean, rearing back before tossing his shades with all his might into the distance, hoping to strike that massive burning star that blesses him under its kiss.  To no avail, he knows his effort amounts to. Just like everything else, or so he convinces himself of. His fists lift at waist height, shaking with unbridled rage. Much like his clenching pearly whites behind snarling lips. 

 

NNnnnnnn-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!” He roars out into the glistening sky, beams firing from his sockets the moment he bellows, and persists even after his voice descends. Just for seconds longer. Sucking  a sharp intake of air through his teeth, Connors resorts to bawling his eyes out again. No restraint this time, for no amount of pride was going to fix his internal crisis. 

 

Backing away in a stumbling-like motion, he turns away from the ocean and takes off into the sky. Flying with swiftness to his place of solace - his home back in Metropolis City. It’s not long before he reaches civilization, nor before he makes it inside his condo within the Lex Corp building. The front door, he enters his extravagant abode, though doesn’t bother turning on any light other than the one in his bathroom. He’s not sure what posses him to head there, but he does. Gloved palms clasping at the sides of the sink inside, his head  hanging as he takes a moment to collect himself. The tears do cease, though it’s left his eyes with a pathetic tint of red.. He sees it in the mirror when he looks up, lifting a hand to wipe at his face.

 

He stares at himself as his hand lowers to its previous spot, finding himself sadden by what he sees. But... self-loathing plunges into his core in the next instant. Superman’s face and words plague his thoughts, morphing his expression into unreasonable hatred. His grip begins crushing the sink underneath it, forming cracks that extend and spread as the seconds pass. Ugliness. A mistake. A fake. A failure. An absolute abomination... That’s all he sees in his reflection, all his brilliant cyan eyes observes in the mirror. Self-hatred has consumed him.

 

Without warning, he lashes out. With no thought to it, he literally tears the sink out of place and bashes at the mirror in a tantrum. Striking until the object finally crumbles in his hands, and long after the glass in front of him was shattered to countless pieces. With a mess left in his wake, he steps out of the bathroom with the intent of entering the living room / kitchen. But... he only ends up delaying, wrecking every mirror and object that shows him his own reflection. Though disgust and horror was the driving force this time. He eventually ended up tossing things through his windows, breaking them. Just because he couldn’t stand to look at his own face. 

 

His actions by the end of his fit, gets him thinking again. Looking around, he sees the petty mess he made while under his own emotions. And to think, he wanted to take up the mantle of Superman. He shut his eyes and lowers his head in humiliation, struggling to deal with his emotions. 

 

Out the destroyed tall window he goes, ascending up toward Lex’s office. He enters via tactile-telekinesis, prying open a window before entering and setting down onto the carpet below. With determination across his face, he searches the desk inside, looking for particular items his father liked to keep within convenient reach. He found it in seconds. A drawer containing a specialized gun and a thick chunk of kryptonite, both of which he takes. The radiant rock was inducing a nauseous feeling, but he ignores it and claims a seat within the cushy chair nearby, setting the items upon the desk.

His forearms casually rests along the chair’s armrest right after.

 

In the dead of night, the moonlight shines upon him from behind and provides just enough light to see all that was necessary. Staring at the loaded gun and space rock that literally saps away at his strength and health, he ponders in silence. His hesitation deriving from fear holding him back. He doesn’t doubt that he’ll be doing the world a favor, but on their hand, that means an abrupt end to his life. Much like the donors of his DNA makeup, two sides at odds with one another within his heart. Logic and Emotion. A part of him wants to pursue redemption, while the other half deems himself irredeemable. He was created to be the new Superman, but he fell short in that department. Both in height and capability. Even after the boost in physical aging and power CADMUS’ machine provided, he was still flawed. Imperfect. His emotions remained the common driving force behind his actions. Transitioning from an apparent “14-year-old” to an “18-year-old” did very little to mature him where it mattered. Regardless, learning and experiencing new things was an upside. He met many people over the two years he spent in the world, gaining a life lesson every other day. Those were the moments he cherished the most.

But then again... Superman didn’t approve of him. As true and heart wrenching as that fact was, Connor didn’t blame him. 

 

Should he honor the Man of Steel by removing stain that was his existence? He wanted to, very much so, but the more he was prepared to oblige that notion, the more the fear grew. His face twitches with a subtle quivering, truly dreading he was considering a fatal end for himself. 

 

“I don’t...” He begins, then that irrational hatred rears its head again. He scoffs and snatches the gun off the desk, pressing the hollow end against his temple. A finger threatening to push against the trigger as his heart races. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, and it sent a dreadful chill down his spine. Just one kryptonite bullet... It was lethal enough to do the job no matter what. All he had to do was squeeze the trigger.

 

Do it... 

DO IT. 

For the love of God, please just... 

 

THUMP.

His unoccupied hand slams down on the desk with a harsh fist, though the glowing rock is at a point of making sure he can’t leave a dent, let alone survive a mortal blow of any kind. 

 

“Please...” He begs softly, though not entirely sure if it’s for the strength to live on, or the strength to do what seems right. His hand trembles uncontrollably, filling his ear with the sound of the firearm rattling about. Pitiful as can be, he shuts his eyes again. Trying so hard to find any decisive answer to the situation. And perhaps it finally finds him.

 

“I don’t want to die... I don’t wanna’ die.. Please, I can do better.” He practically whimpers, reasoning with himself. That pleading, that fear, it strikes at his subconscious. A sense of pity and guilt rises to the surface, as if he was literally two entities in one body. Was it Lex or Superman who held the gun? Who was pleading, and who took pity? The answer to such wasn’t clear at all. But in the end, Connor makes the decision to lower gun back down onto the desk. Gently so. 

 

With groan of relief and struggle, he rises from the seat and steps from behind the desk, heading toward the exit. Each step feeling like a mild struggle after minutes of being exposed to kryptonite. He eventually makes it to the door, nearly fumbling over when he grips the handle. He looks back while panting softly, letting the realization of what this moment was for him. He was more than just a disposable asset.. He was a person. Nothing close an emotionless machine. Being Superboy meant a whole lot more to him than being a victim of the world’s standards.

 

 

End.

01/09/2021 06:54 PM 

Luthor-EL: Future State


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My name is Connor Luthor; the artificial son of Lex Luthor, and the clone of Superman.
Things have changed over the years. The young generation are moving up as independents.. Or, whenever they deem fit, as a group of a select few. We're not young boys and girls anymore. Those old monikers are being passed down to the new up and coming youths. It's funny... We risked our lives day and day out years before, but now I dread the challenges these new kids face in this unpredictable world. But if there's anything I'm content about, is that I was fortunate enough to pass down the title of Superboy to my son.

______________________



Neo-New York City, S.H.I.E.L.D. Building

 
Within the hall of one of Shield's many buildings of operations, gathered around to assess a new potential threat to earth were none other than Maria Hill, Iron Man, the new Batman, Thor, and one of earth's new Supermen - one who had no choice but to share the renowned moniker - all eyes fixed upon the hand held device playing back a video message from a peculiar source. Coordinates made it clear it wasn't on the planet, but countless miles away in space. 

"Isn't that Mongul? You know, the guy who likes to play doll house with planets and its inhabitants." Tony was the first to speak on what they just saw, undoubtedly squinting in confusion behind his helmet. 

Luthor-EL: "No, that should be impossible." Connor announces calmly, though an uptight solemn look, a habit he picked up some time ago, sits upon his features as his arms lift to cross over his torso.

Batman: "Seems to be legitimate. Same look, same arrogance. He's even aware there's two Supermans now. He's calling out the strongest of you two, no less."

Luthor-EL: "Indeed he is... However, Mongul died years ago in a fight with Batman and Kal-EL. His war planet was also destroyed."


Director Hill: "Batman has a point, though. From the available satellites and space stations, we have a clear visual of both him and that eyesore of a planetary weapon." Maria informs, tapping at the screen to bring up a live feed of the mentioned War Lord.

Iron Man: "Can you imagine how much it costs to build something like that? That guy must have some out-of-this-world insurance plans."

Batman: "Seems to be a glutton for punishment, too. Are you going to call Jo--" 

Luthor-EL: "No. I'm more than enough to handle it. Besides, something like this requires results and steady nerves." Connor cuts in, soon turning to walk away and make his departure, clearly sporting a chip on his shoulders.


Director Hill: "Hang on. If what you say is true, then this could be sort of trap. You should use caution on this."

Thor: "Aye, she's right, my friend. Let at least all witnessing eyes here keep a watch out for trickery,.. If you wish to fight alone, then do be it. I'll only observe from a distance until it's as clear as day my wrath is needed."


Iron Man: "That seems fair. Let's not forget, there are some pretty awful people in this universe that'll do just about anything to pull one over on any of us."

Luthor-EL: "Fine, I don't mind. I suppose it may help to be somewhat prepared for the unexpected." The unaging kryptonian admits whilst pausing in his tracks briefly, subtly waving at the group. With that conclusion, Thor begins to trail behind Superman. The two make their way outside, where Connor wastes no time in rocketing up into the great blue skies, leaving the technologically advanced city in his wake. He was swift and left the atmosphere in seconds, though a sudden vibration draws his attention. He pace slows fairly dramatically as he reaches to retrieve his cell phone from a hidden compartment on his crimson belt. Smiling warmly, he accepts the call and holds it up to his ear, enveloping himself within a telekinetic air encasement to speak without hindrance. A young voice graces his hearing, turning his smile almost twice as wide.

???: "Dad?"

Luthor-EL: "Yes, Kon-EL?" He responds gently, something he didn't quite express toward anyone else. This boy, after all, was his world.

Superboy: "Earth is proving to be more. . . Difficult than I imagined it would be. The contrast of being among Viltrumites vs humans is somewhat hard to miss. You and mother are just so different."

Luthor-EL: "Hm. I can see that for sure. If it helps to know, I think you've been doing a great job adapting to the change in culture on earth. I wasn't perfect when I was Superboy either, after all. I made a lot of small, big, and terrible mistakes through those years. Luckily, you have an advantage that I didn't have."

Superboy: "Oh, and what's that?"

Luthor-EL: "You have a mother and a father who loves you. Well... I love you more, in my opinion, but you're definitely not alone. You have solace in two places. I struggled finding guidance half the time, but I think I turned out alright."

Superboy: "Hm. . . I see. Any advice for me, then? How do I be the perfect Superboy?"

Luthor-EL: "Heh. You're my little boy, Kon-EL. My radiant sun, my drive, my precious hope in this world. You were perfect in my eyes the moment you were born."

Superboy: "T-that's not what I meant... You're being embarrassing again. Can I please get some real advice?"

Luthor-EL: "Of course. Keep calm, check people who step up to you, be fair but never be a doormat. Kindness, even when you don't see eye to eye with someone else, can sometimes go a long way. Be a hero, but also keep in mind you're not obligated to extend yourself for others. Most importantly, wear the name with pride."

Superboy: "Hnn... Okay. I will try to digest and implement all of that into my approach. Thank you."

Luthor-EL: "Of course, Superboy. It's my job."

Superboy: "I have to go, something just came up. It was nice hearing from you again."

Luthor-EL: "Likewise. I love you."

Superboy: "... Be safe, dad."

Luthor-EL: "Kon-EL."

Superboy: "Okay-okay. I... I love you too, dad."

Luthor-EL: "That's my boy. Be safe."

Superboy: "Yeah." Click. With the conclusion of the call, Connor slips the device back where it belongs. Thor approaches and flies beside, sporting a grin across his face. Something Superman definitely takes notice of.

Thor: "A lucky lad, he is. Even the Gods of love and compassion could stand to take a page from your fatherhood, Luthor. Brings a righteous smile to my face!" The Asgardian's enthusiastic words took the kryptonian by surprise, one that shifts into a modest smile afterwards as he turns his head forward.

Luthor-EL: "I... appreciate that. I just love him with all my heart."

Thor: "Aye. I've no doubts about that, my friend."

Luthor-EL: "But back to work. There's still a situation awaiting us onward." 

12/09/2020 07:45 PM 

TSOO #2

This Society Of Ours
The Boy™
 
Metropolis City, Mr. & Ms. Kent’s apartment—

Superman: “Lois, need help with anything before I head out? Don’t be afraid to give me a list of things on the spot.” Clark informs his spouse, loud and clear enough for her to hear him without trouble. In turn, she responds the same amount of effort.

Lois Kent: “I’m fine, Clark. Really. I’m not going to suddenly keel over from the smallest thing.” Before uttering another response, he looks himself over one last time in the mirror. Examining the quality of his suit and overall person. Clean shaven, no marks, or even tears in his beloved crimson cape. Satisfied, he heads toward where Lois is residing.

Superman: “Sorry, honey.. Don’t mean to seem overbearing, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He informs, eyes settling upon the ravenette sitting on the living room sofa. With a roll of her eyes, she scoffs and sets aside the newspaper in hand, standing to approach her significant other. An embrace and peck on the cheek.

Lois Kent: “I’m fine. I promise. I’m just as excited as you are, but this manageable. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine, Clark. Before you know it, the three of us will be one little happy family through the years. “

Superman: “I know, I know. You mean the world to me, though. I can’t help but to care so much. I don’t want to leave you alone for too long.”

Lois Kent: “Sweety, we still have plenty of time left before the baby comes.”

Superman: “Barely months.”

Lois Kent: “Yeah, the baby will be coming soon. Not now, but soon. I can handle this.”

Superman: “I know. You can just about handle anything the world throws your way.” And with that, Clark’s lips meet her forehead for peck, then her petals right after.

Lois Kent: “Now go on with your hero business. Being pregnant doesn’t mean this ole’ gal is going to be idle. I’ve still got stories to write, even if I’m stuck at home.”

Superman: “Alright. I’ll see you soon.” Giving one last firm embrace, he finally releases and heads on out through the window. Swift in flight, he heads straight for the secondary Avengers Tower located downtown of Metropolis. There was to be a grand meeting today to address the issue that occurred the previous day, and it was agreed by the most influential members of the vigilante community to use the Avengers’ building to hold it.

Moments later...
 

Batman: “We’re almost ready to begin. There’s still the absence of Sup—“ The Gotham Crusader’s words cut short when the briefing room’s door peel open to reveal Kal-EL, whom wastes no time in finding a seat at the oval table with everyone else. Iron Man, Superboy, Captain America, Captain Incredible, Wonder Woman, Thor, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, The Flash, Omni-Man, Captain Marvel, Steve Rogers, Galaxy Man, and Spider-Man.

Batman: “Proceeding now, then.” Stoic words spoken as the broody vigilante pushes a button on the remote in his possession, resulting in a holographic display of an island taking shape.
“We’ve gathered intel from studying what was left of AMAZO. Star Labs researchers have uncovered where the android cane from. Information on the tech used in building it has been corrupted and unavoidably lost..”

Iron Man: “What? How?”

Batman: “Some sort of security measure built within the machine.. it would have been properly assessed through a different method, but AMAZO was somehow still functional enough to initiate a self-destruct sequence. It left nothing intact.”

Iron Man: “Nice! Smart guy, whoever it was that built it. Seems you still have a lead though, yeah?”

Batman: “Affirmative. T.O. Marrow was actually the mastermind behind creating it. With aid from World Watcher and Tracker, we discovered it came from an uncharted island located in South America. It’s safe to assume that it’s full of traps and unforeseeable danger.”

Spider-Man: “‘Course! Wouldn’t be the HQ of an Evil Genius if his entire island wasn’t full of more killer robots and booby-traps.”

Iron Man: “Yeah, it’s pretty much standard. Not exactly the most discreet, but I highly doubt our guy is an amateur.”

Captain Marvel: “Right, so do we send some heavy hitters to deal with it? Pretty sure if we all—“

Batman: “Unfortunately, we’ll be needing to divide teams. There’s more than one problem to tackle, problems we cannot leave unattended for too long. Superboy, Captain America, Spider-Man, Red Drake, and a handful of others will handle this particular case.”

Captain America: “Fair enough.”

Batman: “Then there’s the unpredictable state of the Totality. The source wall energy distorts anything that comes into contact with it. It mutated Killer Crock into something barely recognizable. His mind wasn’t entirely there, and it required a considerable amount of us to bring him down. Superman, Hawkgirl, the green lanterns, Martian Manhunter, the Flash, and myself will be doing we can to get rid of it.”

Iron Man: “Huh.. Almost forgot that was a thing. With so much extraterrestrial events taking place over the years, it’s easy to get lose track of it.”

Superman: “You’re definitely not wrong there.. Seems practically normal at this point.”

Wonder Woman: “A peculiar world we live in, huh.”

Batman: “Speaking of extraterrestrial... We need the Avengers and free agents to address a just as important matter. The Justice League space station has been picking up unusual energy readings. A bit of an investigation suggests that Galactus is behind it. He seems to be gradually making his way back to earth. Oddly enough, he isn’t destroying planets...”

Spider-Man: “Huh.. Think he finally had his full on devouring planets?”

Batman: “Doubtful. As he always says... His hunger is ever unending.”

Captain Marvel: “I’m skeptical, too. We’ll definitely look into it a.s.a.p.”

Batman: “That’s all I could ask for.” John Stewart: “I’ll see about having information from the Corp delivered to the Avengers. Surely someone from those sectors has seen what he’s been up to.”

Batman: “Sounds good. We’ll need a day or so on our end to make preparations. Feel free to call in for emergencies. Until then, consider your teams independent. That concludes our meeting here.” Bruce finishes, shutting off the hologram. The group talks amongst themselves. Some lingering, some departing from the room. Omni-Man is one of the few who lingers. Deep in thought with quite a solemn look on his face.
 
_____________

Later in New York... Hours passed since the meeting concluded. Now, shortly after departing from one of several jets belonging to the Avengers, Captain America and Superboy have a discussion that eventually results in them to visiting a diner.

...

Captain America: “Trust me, they make some pretty great burgers here. A story from Bob might even help you take your mind off things.” Sam assures as the two them enter the humble establishment. Seats found and claimed at the counter in mere seconds.

Superboy: “It’s just... It’s just crazy, ya know? I can’t stop thinking about it.” Connor confesses, a troubled grin taking form across his face as he stares down at his quaking palms. His eyes shut instinctively as he internally grimaces at his mind playing back that horrid moment yet again. “The screaming... Man, the screaming.”

Captain America: “I know. It was definitely horrible. We didn’t know what we were dealing with, though. It’s no one’s fault, but it’s still troubling for sure.”

Superboy: “I should’ve done something, though. I’m Superboy.. I’m fast enough to where the world seems almost completely still to me if I try hard enough. We just.. I just watched as she was scorched alive.. Screaming in pain.”

Captain America: “Kid, you’re gonna’ drive yourself crazy thinking like that. We all thought that thing was down for good.” Sam reasons. Before the discussion could continue further, the waitress on duty approaches them, pencil and notepad in hand.


Waitress: “Afternoon, super-gents. What can I get you two today?”

Captain America: “I’ll take the cheesesteak burger with fries, and a glass of root beer.”

Superboy: “Uhh.. Got a spicy chicken sandwich on the menu?”

Waitress: “Uh-huh. The Spicy Chicken sandwich supreme. Comes with onions, pepper jack cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and an option of a side order.” Superboy: “I’ll definitely take that, then. Onion rings with it would be nice, too. Oh. And a glass of coke, please.”

Waitress: “Got cha’. I’ll let you know when your orders are up.”

Captain America / Superboy: “Appreciated. / Thanks.” And with that, she heads toward the kitchen to deliver the orders. Not too long after, someone emerges from that very room and into the front.

???: “Captain America? What are you doing here?” A grizzly blonde approaches the two. Someone Connor was unfamiliar with, but Sam well acquainted with.

Captain America: “Heya, Bob. Just dropped by for some grub. Was also hoping to catch you around. See, thought the kid here could... be persuaded to focus on something else. I feel like your old stories of being Sentry might numb— Uhh.. Distract him for a bit.”

Sentry: “Ah, I see! Well, I got some time. My break just started. Buckle in, young man, because boy do I have plenty of stories to tell ya!” End.
 
This Society Of Ours...
Tales From Superboy.

12/09/2020 07:32 PM 

TSOO #1

This Society Of Ours
The Boy™
 
Overhead, high in Metropolis City’s clear blue sky, the Boy Of Steel flew in fashion and finesse — enthusiasm and anticipation; clad in jet black and streaks of crimson, a set of aviator sunglasses, and his trademark leather jacket - ‘course, a handsome smile to boot. The young man, the clone of only four years, was heading down to the former HQ of the Heroics ™οΈ group. A gathering place for a band of justice loving heroes turned into glorified monument. A mini museum of sorts. His excitement stemmed from his desire to learn more about the values of various heroes, along with their old fashioned ways. Methods and fashion alike. Not only that, but this was also a ceremonial day... New potential candidates for the Guardians Of The Globe were going to trying out for a place on the new generation of the team. Before much longer, Connor was finally coming up on his destination. A visual of a crowd of vigilantes gathered in front of the iconic came into view, one the young kryptonian descended to ground level and integrated into. Sam Wilson - Captain America - was the first to give him a warm welcome.
 


Captain America: “Superboy! Didn’t know if I’d see you here or not. Good to see you, kid.” Sam greeted, a smile on display. He met Connor halfway as the adolescent approached, a mutual handshake given before the formalities resumed.

Superboy: “Of course! I was actually looking forward to this day.”

Captain America: “Oh, so you’re here to try out for a spot? Figured you stay solo.”

Superboy: “Nah-nah. Superboy always fly solo, man. I just don’t mind carpooling every now and then.”

Captain America: “Hm. I understand, though it couldn’t hurt to join a team at some point, even if it’s short-term. You could gain more experience than you think. Just saying.” Superboy: “I’ll definitely keep it in mind, Cap—“

Matrix: “Hey, you’re that Super-guy, aren’t you?” An almost stoic like tone, one of femme, chimed in. Both Connor and Sam’s attention were swept up, both pairs of eyes settled upon an approaching greenette, whose seemed immensely consumed in her phone. The way her gloved digits tapped away so fluently at her screen was eye-catching... Connor surmised she might have a talent for multi-tasking.

Superboy: “Uhh.. Yeah, I’m a super dude. Nice to me—“

Matrix: “Cool, I’m Matrix. You trend all over social media occasionally. Got a pretty decent following, too.” She cut in, fingers ceased and her brown hues finally tore from her phone to peer up at those concealed eyes of Connor, something that caught him off guard.
Matrix: “Are you here to try out for a spot on th—“

Superboy: “The team? Nah, just here for the tour and to spectate. That’s all.” The kryptonian finished for her and elaborated. With the explanation concluded, the female’s eyes shifted back to her device in hand.

Matrix: “Oh, that hella’ sucks... You could be boosting your publicity and cred, but if you rather miss out, your lost. At least you now know one of the faces that’s going to be all over the big screen while you’re out flying solo. Catch ya around, Super Dude.” Along with her farewell, the young lady took her leave, returning to whatever group she left before.

Superboy: “Yeah, catch you later, I guess..” The kryptonian muttered in kind.

Captain America: “Hah. Don’t mind her, there’s.. Uhh— no, that sounds demoralizing.. I guess you could say she’s after fame, like most of the young new heroes are. I’m sure you’re aware of that realm, yeah? The day you first announced yourself, you had most of not every single eye in the world on you. That’s pretty much what supes like her are after.”

Superboy: “Yeah, I’ve seen her type before. It’s cool sometimes, but the whole streaming on the job thing? It’s nerve racking..”

Captain America: “Ha! Oh trust me.. I know. I know..”

Superboy: “I’m willing to give her the benefit of a doubt, though.. Matrix, was it? Like the movie or something’? What can she do?”

Captain America: “Ah, her powers are unique in a way.. She has a radius of space around herself she can manipulate. She can slow the rate of objects and people within proximity, as well as increase or decrease their weight, and manipulate gravity.”

Superboy: “That- that’s actually pretty badass, what? Anymore like her around? The unique variety, I mean.”

Captain America: “Hmm... can’t really recall them all from the top of my head, but- Oh. They’re opening the doors.” Just as he said such, a tall, bulky man emerged from beyond the double doors of the building, arms outstretched horizontal as if he meant to embrace the very air itself.



Captain Incredible: “Salutations and welcome, everyone! Wee lads and laddies, especially! Preparations are finished, boys and girls. C’mon inside, ole’ Captain Incredible ‘ere will be givin’ ya a tour around the place. ‘Course, auditions will also be taking place soon.” As if responding to a cue, a masked woman emerged from inside to stand beside him.

Battle Bat: “Afternoon! I, very shortly, will be the one to guide the auditioning party to the try-outs. In the meantime, we hope you all can learn and appreciate all of the history the very building holds.. It means a lot, and has definitely stood for a lot, too. Come on in.” At that conclusion, the two headed inside before the entire followed behind calmly.
 
 


???: “H-hey, hey! You’re Superboy, right?” A voice, a male, called to the kryptonian, who in turned stopped in his tracks and turned. Connor blinked at the individual he was greeted by.

Superboy: “Yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”

INVINCIBLE: “Invincible! So cool to meet you, man!”

Superboy: “Invincible? My guy, that name is pretty cool itself. It’s simple, but... Different. I like it!” Connor exclaimed with a genuine smile before he offered the other a firm handshake. It was immediately obliged.

INVINCIBLE: “I appreciate that. I’ll admit, I’m pretty super new - no pun intended - and you’ve been a bit of an inspiration to me, especially when I got my powers.”

Superboy: “Righteous. That definitely makes me smile. I’m glad to know I’ve been doing pretty alright so far.” Soon, that smile simmered fairly and his brows furrowed above his shades. Superboy: “Say, do I know you? You sound kinda’ familiar..”

INVINCIBLE: “No. No, I don’t think so? I mean... Now that you mention it, you kinda’ remind me of my one fri—“

Atom Eve: “Pardon me, coming through! Hey, Invincible.” A caped redhead flew by over the two, and entered the building before she touched down to continue on foot.

Superboy: “Ah, right! We should head inside. I actually came for the tour.”

Invincible: “Yeah, guess we got a little too sidetracked.” And with that, the two headed inside to catch up with the others. The interior had an old timely feel to its aesthetics, posh as well. It was like venturing through the White House, though one littered with pictures of heroes and encased displays of souvenirs and quirky weapons and suits. Connor was treading at his own leisure, taking as long as he desired to study everything that caught his curious eyes. Beside him, Invincible made the decision to match Superboy’s pace, observing the kryptonian for the most part.

Superboy: “It’s interesting to see what the old heroes used to wear.. So retro and... basic. The years have definitely changed.”

INVINCIBLE: “Yeah, it’s interesting. Don’t think I could be caught dead in any of that stuff, though.”

Superboy: “Same.” The two eventually found their way to the crowd lead by Captain Incredible and Battle Bat, both of whom took time to give details about the items further within, where and how it was achieved or retrieved. This went on for about seven minutes before Battle Bat was finally reached via ear-com.

Battle Bat: “And looks like it’s that time, everyone. If you’re either participating or spectating, feel free to follow me. Otherwise, stay with the tour. It’s nearly done, anyway.” She informed and derailed from the group, along with those who desired to. Pretty much everyone besides three people: Captain America, INVINCIBLE, and Superboy. A sight that drew out a chuckle from the Irish hero.

Captain Incredible: “Hmhm. Ye lads are still interested in the tour, eh? I admire a set souls who value knowledge!”

Superboy: “Of course. I’m actually curious to know if this place has a briefing room.”

Captain America: “I’m in no rush.”

Invincible: “Same as Cap; I don’t have a reason to step away from the tour.”

Captain Incredible: “Good on ya, lads. Good on ya. Follow me, then. Our next stop, coincidentally enough, IS the old meeting room! Hoo boy, do I have some stories to tell ya from my time in there!” And so the four went onward with the tour.

Superboy: “Actually, Csp, you didn’t come here to try out?”

Captain America: “Nah, just came for morale support. Plus, I helped develop the tryout program. Figured I’d see who makes the cut. Besides, I’m still with the Avengers.”

Superboy: “Cool, cool. I respect it.” They arrived at double doors, the pair Captain Incredible opened simultaneously before he lead the three inside.

Captain Incredible: “And here it is, lads. The room where the magic happens. Where dreams have come and gone, friendships mended, formed, and lost. The place where we gather to prepare to fight the unending good fight.” The older gentleman practically gushed over the former years this room has seen. Not quite as large as the others may have thought it to be, but it certainly looked to serve and accommodate its purpose quite well. A grand round table sat at the center with six comfy chairs stationed with it. A wide monitor embedded into the wall in front of them, claiming about half of the surface. Lastly, two windows to the right, covered by blinds and drapes.

Captain Incredible: “You know, it baffles me to this very day... I dunno’ why, but it just came to mind. Through all my years of being here, as public as this lovely place is, we’ve never been ambushed here. Notta’. Not once, me boys. Ain’t that an odd thing to ponder?” The older gent mused with a grin before he swiped up a remote of some kind from somewhere. A button was pushed and the blank display in the room flickered and began playing an outdated promotional video. One of the old team, that promoted recruitment for the cause.

Captain Incredible: “Ah, this takes me back.. Oh! See there, there’s this old Irish prune. Haha!”

Superboy: “Wow, how old is this video? It’s in black and white..” Captain Incredible: “36 years old, boy’o!” INVINCIBLE: “That’s pretty old.”

Superboy: “You’re telling me.” [ And remember: Evil is always lurking around every corner.. scheming to strike— ] BAMF!! [ —when you least expect it. Remember to stay vigilant, heroes! ] When the conclusion of the video, Captain Incredible turned the monitor off before turning toward the others. Except... Captain Incredible: “So! What did ja fellas th— Huh? Fellas? Where ja go!?” None of them were there. BAMF!! INVINCIBLE: “Who, what, where!?

Superboy: “What the hell? Where are we?” Captain America: “Did we just get bamf? I definitely don’t think that was Night...” Sam trailed off when he spotted the one responsible for bringing them there. A towering, bulky demon-like man.. Staring with deathly red eyes.

Captain America: “Crawler...”

Superboy / INVINCIBLE: “Who is that!?”

Amazo: “Access Black Canary.” A voice deep and robotic spoke.

Superboy: “Black Canary?”

Captain America: “The Justice League’s Black Canary, or—“ Before Sam could finish that question, the imposing individual let off a sonic screech that grazed the eardrums of all in its way. The three clenched their ears in desperation and grimaced in sheer pain. When Connor turned his head, eyes illuminating a fiery crimson, that screech increased three fold. Sam went flying, while the other two merely dropped to their knees and exclaimed in agony. Superboy: Nnn-AAAaaagg!! I’ll crush your windpipe, you lousy, miserable—!” Just then, the screech finally came to a halt. The pain simmered, but a different variation would come.

AMAZO: “Access Superman.”

INVINCIBLE: “Ugh, my ears are still ringing.. What did he say!?” THWAK!! Invincible’s jaw was struck with a backhanded fist that nearly sent him stumbling, but definitely stunned briefly. Albeit, long enough. TNNK! CRACK! THUMP! PHACK! The giant alternated between Superboy and Invincible, blows that came without an apparent end. That is, until... TOOOM!! Invincible was sent flying like a canon ball through a wall and into another room. When AMAZO turned to give the kryptonian a similar mighty blow, the young man caught the incoming fist within his palm. Superboy: “My turn...” He hissed under his breath, his other hand cocked back and ready to fly.

AMAZO: “Access Martian Manhunter.” Words spoken just before Connor’s fist rocketed for the android’s face, and phased through as if no one was there. All physical contact was lost, but it returned during his moment of confusion.

Superboy: “What the...?” WHACK!! The machine shifted into being tangible again, striking the adolescent hard enough to send him crashing through the opposite wall and tumbling down a hallway. Amazo almost instantly followed after through the hole at his own pace.

INVINCIBLE: “Jeeze, that actually hurt.. Nnngh..” The young man mumbled as he raised to his feet and cupped where he was struck. He emerged from the hole he was punched through and took a moment to finally study his surroundings. Though it was a gloomy darkness, the sunlight that beamed through windows shined light on where they were.
INVINCIBLE: “A gym room? What school are we in right now?”

Captain America: “Banner overhead say Metropolis High. I guess he teleported us a few miles away.” Sam reasoned as he approached the youth, retrieving his trademark shield from his back. Captain America: “I called for back up, but-“

Superboy: “WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM!?” Connor’s voices echoes throughout the empty building, along with the sounds of their fight seemingly zipping from one spot to another, destruction left in every room they violently enter.

Captain America: “We should definitely help Superboy out. Come on!”

INVINCIBLE: “Right behind you.” With that, the two took off toward the source of the ongoing commotion. They ran and turned down sever halls, entered a class room and spotted a hole in the ceiling, an entree point they used to ascend. Sure enough, there stood the two - locked in a power struggle - a fist in one another’s palm, a palm holding back a fist of other.

Captain America: “Hang on, we got your back, Superboy!” Sam and Invincible began approaching, but a sudden rumbling made them stop in their tracks. The floor vibrated and began to crack, threatening to give out if the two continued.

INVINCIBLE: “Not good.. the school’s gonna’ collapse entirely at this rate.”

Captain America: “Superboy, think you can move this guy into the open?” Through gritting teeth and dividing attention, Connor devised a method to accommodate Sam’s request.

Superboy: “Hang on..” Suddenly, there was no longer two indomitable forces pushing into one another. Connor floated backwards, causing the android to practically stumble forward, an opportunity Connor used to dart forward with a rising knee to the chin. When their hands parted, an instant powerful hook followed, one that sent the machine crashing through several walls before it landed in the parking lot behind the school.

Captain America: “Good job. Now, let’s take that thing down for good.” Sam took the lead and leapt through the opening, vibranium wings at the ready as he glided his way down at the android’s far flank. Before that stoic machine could even consider going for Sam, Invincible came crashing down with a fist to its torso, erupting a minuscule crater in the process. INVINCIBLE: “Why don’t you take a seat, big guy?” wham!! Wham!! Thoom!! TOOM!!! Invincible’s fists flew one after the other, each blow harder than the last when the previous showed no sign of leaving a dent, let alone a scratch. Tremors quakes the earth beneath them by the fifth strike.
INVINCIBLE: “Just how tough is this thing!?” THWACK. PWACK. Clasp. The series of punches came to an abrupt halt when the android caught and gripped at his incoming fist.
INVINCIBLE: “NNngh! What exactly is this guy made of!?” Despite the inhuman strength behind his struggling, the android steadily gains the upper hand, rising as he eases the hero from atop of him. Upon noticing such, Connor took action. A high leap into the air, then a sudden plummet with the intent of stomping the machine’s torso back down into the ground. Sadly...

AMAZO: “Access Martian Manhunter.” The artificial entity was prepared. He phased through any further physical contact, then the very ground itself. Out of sight and untraceable. Superboy: “Where’d he go?”

Captain America: “Dunno’, but keep your eyes peeled. He could be anywhere.” Sam advises. The three scan around with cautiously, waiting for even the smallest distinct sound to grace their ears. Cunning, the machine resurfaces undetected. Ascending from the earth to loom over Captain America. His hands raise with the intent of striking with a devastating hammer attack, and only then does he turn tangible again. Shadow casting and giving away his position.

Superboy: “Cap, behind you!” An exclaim that makes the hairs on Sam’s neck stand at attention before his head turns toward the incoming danger. It’s far too late for him to react... BUWSSSSHHH But not for Iron Man, who arrives on the scene with unimaginable timing. Along with a few other heroes.
 
 
Iron Man:“Sorry, was busy designing a new liquid-like nanotech suit. Practically had to have Friday tear me away from my work station to get me here. I didn’t miss anything, did I?”

HOPE: “Sunmark and I got your distress signal and came as fast as we could! Is everyone okay?”

Sunmark: “Hey, he’s getting back up. Careful.” He warns, pointing toward the unscathed entity rising back up to its feet after being blasted away. All eyes fell upon it.

Captain America: “Don’t suppose you have some sort of EMP charge or something for this guy, Tony? It’s been mimicking powers from Superman, Black Canary, and Martian Manhunter. Might be safe to assume the list won’t be ending there, too. Seems to change powers to adapt to situations.”

Iron Man: “What? That’s fairly interesting.. Where did it come from? Is it human or organic at all?”

Superboy: “No, pure machine in the inside. I checked.”

Iron Man: “Ah, good! Then we should be able to make quick work if it. Let’s put this thing’s ability to the test. Pour on pressure, and make it thick. It can’t possibly react to overwhelming numbers.”

Superboy: “Got it! Invincible, follow my lead.” With that given instruction, Connor took off within a swift glide toward the peculiar machine. Invincible, obliging, follows behind shortly after.

INVINCIBLE: “R-right! Right behind you, Superboy!”

Superboy: “Let’s see you try and avoid this, you oversized tincan!”

AMAZO: “Access Superman.” Stoic as before, the android caught the fist coming his way within his palm. His other hand, bawled into a fist, delivers a firm back hand to the kryptonian’s jaw that sends the teen a short distance away and stumbling on his feet. Next to follow up was Invincible, hands clasped together as he zeroed in with a gliding motion of his own.

AMAZO: “Access Martian Manhunter.” When Invincible makes the attempt to deliver a fierce uppercut, he finds himself phasing through and whiffing entirely, as well as behind the android. Before the youth could react, Amazo strikes his at his back with a thorough jab, sending him flying and colliding stomach first into a nearby car. TINK!! Captain America’s shield hits its mark with precision, causing the being to actually stagger briefly on his feet after being struck in the back of the head. The shield bounces off and finds its way back into Sam’s hand again as the four remaining rush their adversary down.

Iron Man: “Keep it up, he can’t do this all day.” Tony encourages, taking the position overhead to fire his repulsive beams downward. When Amazo’s attention shifts to Tony, Sunmark’s solar blast burns at its torso. Given that was still using Martian Manhunter’s abilities, it recoils at the intense heat. While Amazo was occupied with shielding itself with its arms, Connor returned with a vengeance. Another high bound as the leather clad punk drops landing a hammer strike that smashes the machine face first into the concrete.

Superboy: “I ain’t done with you yet!” The young man exclaims before backing up to remove himself from blocking the line of Fire. With the efforts from every available projectile, they relentlessly attack, including Connor and his heat vision. Now, the damage was becoming visible. False skin was burning and tearing, revealing the metal skeleton underneath.

AMAZO: “Access Superman.” With the shift in powers, AMAZO was granted an edge. A crutch that allowed him to stand tall again and push back against the assault. Its forearm acting as its primary shielding as it marches toward the nearest assailant, Superboy. However, his advancing was cut short by another returning heavy hitter. A thunderous punch that sent Amazo faceplanting yet again.

INVINCIBLE: “Hey, didn’t forget me, did ya?” He taunts, cocking back a fist to strike again.

AMAZO: “Access Martian Manhunter.” Just like before, the punch phased right through the machine upon turning transparent again.
“Access Sunmark.” Upon turning and aiming a palm toward Invincible, a light of blinding energy began building.

Superboy: “Big mistake!” Connor roars out and kicks off with a fist drawn, puncturing through the android’s collar and out through its torso at an angle. A rough removal of his hand results in one of the machine’s arms tearing off, as well as chunks of pieces scattering onto the ground. The machine turning limp and inactive.

INVINCIBLE: “Oh, looks like we did it.”

Iron Man: “Good job, gang! Fast thinking there, everyone. Told you it’d be easy.”

Captain America: “Yeah, no fooling. The help did make a huge difference.”

Superboy: “I knew we had that in the bag. It was just a matter of time.”

Hope: “I don’t doubt it, but it was still pretty cool to watch you two in action, Superboy and— Uhh... I’m sorry, but who are you? I can’t say I recognize you at all.” She looks to the newcomer among the group with a curious gaze.

INVINCIBLE: “Oh! I’m Invincible! I’m actually pretty new! Honestly? This is my first day on the job. Nice to meet you, and everyone else.” He answers, then shifts his attention toward Tony. “And are you really Iron Man? Like, THE Iron Man?”

Iron Man: “Oh, I definitely am. I can totally tell this one of the most exciting moments of your life, and I definitely don’t blame you, kid.”

Captain America: “Tony...”

Iron Man: “What? Who doesn’t want to meet Iron Man?” A set of additional faces joins the scene, Lieutenant Skull and Snow Owl. One on foot, and the other swooping down from the sky.
 
 
 
Lieutenant Skull: “Is it over!? Did we miss the action!?”

Snow Owl: “It would appear so, Lieutenant. The culprit seems to be a machine and out of service.” The ravenette informs, pointing the senior citizen toward the motionless Android on the ground behind the group.

Lieutenant Skull: “D’aww, rats! We missed all the action… knew I should’ve gone to bed in my suit.” The old timer complains, muttering under his breath as he makes his way over to the machine, likely to examine it. Snow Owl: “Is everyone alright? Looks like that was some fight you all had.”

Captain America: “It wasn’t easy, but I’d say Superboy and Invincible got the worst of it. Thanks to them, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

Superboy: “Maybe, but the extra hands did definitely help solidify the win here.”

Iron Man: “Of course! Team work makes the dream work. We all did our part in the end. Now, there’s just the matter of finding out where this thing came from. It shares similarities with Vision, but… seems somewhat more advanced in terms of tech and adaptation.”

Captain America: “You think someone copied Vision’s schematics and improved upon it?”

Iron Man: “Possibly. Luckily they didn’t seem to manage to implement self-repair to it.”

Sunmark: “Indeed. We should take precaution, though. There’s no telling what sort of counter measures it may have. I say we take it back to a lab and—“

Lieutenant Skull: “Uuhh… Fellas? NNngh-gaaaaah!?” The old man’s agonizing bellow caught everyone’s attention. Turning to face the source, what transpired next happened with a flash. A blinding gold light was heading toward them, one that took everyone by surprise and blinded all of those within close proximity. It wasn’t too clear was going on, considering all eyes were shutting in desperation, but the second and far more blood curdling scream sent a chilling dread down their spines. When they were able to look again without strain, there they saw what was once the dignified Snow Owl, burned beyond an unrecognizable crisp and dropping with a heart wrenching thud. Lifeless. In that moment, the world turned mute for Connor. His brilliant cyan eyes unable to tear away from the lifeless corpse on the ground. Oblivious to the fighting in the background, as well the yelling and screaming. His brows twitched uncomfortably as his mind tried to process what just happened. All while that horrifying scream haunts the background of his thoughts. This was something he could have prevented, wasn’t it?

End.
 
This society of ours.
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10/20/2020 03:47 PM 

Superboy: Gone, But Not Forgotten

R E B I R T H
 
Despite finding his world had been rebooted, a process he was excluded from, business as usual was still just that. Over the course of a day and some hours, SUPERBOY had found himself caught up in an unlikely team-up with none other than Gotham City's very own BATMAN , working together in order to foil an evil that threatened Metropolis City . The culprit's plans, as well as the climax of the case, was coming to an end as the two closes in on the point of interest. Sprinting through the Lex Corp building's hallways.

Batman: "Readings are picking up on a tremendous source of radiation that matches the strand of unusual fear gas we found. The abundance of kryptonite is spiking it... I'm not quite certain what Scarecrow has planned, but this unique variation could be lethal, even to you and Superman. We have to stop here." Batman informs as his high-end cowl studies the perimeter, pinpointing almost every bit of detail he could possibly want to know about area. Room temperature, body heat signatures, and of course the radiation readings. Meanwhile, Connor was scanning around, peering through layers to get an idea of just how many set explosives had been setup throughout the building. From what he was just told? Over three dozen too many for even a slither of comfort.

Superboy: "He has this place littered with dirty bombs... They're not active, but there's a lot of them. Should I--"

Batman: "No. We find Scarecrow, we stop them from ever activating. We'd only be wasting time. Or worse... they may detonate from contact." Bruce chimes in firmly, just before the two made a sharp turn into the widest hallway they've seen yet. A short distance away from a set of mechanical double doors. Prepared for just about any occasion, Bruce swiftly plucks out a decoding device and with a push of a button, the two are given clearance -- entree into the impressive laboratory inside. It's within stumble upon busy bodies moving objects about, and some armed and patrolling, but all them donning matching rags with an obvious theme behind it. With such linear passage, as well as the far from subtle noise from the doors, attention quickly falls upon the duo. 

Thug No.1: "We got company, boss!" 


Scarecrow: "Well, don't just stand around gawking, you dolts.. SHOOT them!!" The head-man himself bellows, and iron sights taking aim follows.  In the midst of such, Bruce & Connor were preparing to deliver a traditional beatdown. The bat drawing batarangs, the kryptonian posture by clasping a fist into an open palm several times. Both glaring without a trace of worry.

Superboy: "Alright, all aboard the Ass Kicking Express. Get ready to get your tickets punched!" And with that, bullets went flying and the room began filling with the ratatatat's of gunfire. Connor used his telekinesis as a net-shield to catch the flying barrage of lead and moved in to take the majority focus, in addition to protecting and providing a window of opportunity to Batman. Seconds passed and bodies had gone flying every which way. A result of the unusual team punching, or even kicking, out every footsoldier that stood between them and Scarecrow himself. 
Knowing his numbers were quickly dwindling, he prepped a last ditch effort. The heinous sociopath just barely managed to finish before Batman got hold of him. 

 
WHAM!
The side of Scarecrow's face was harshly introduced into the nearest surface.

[Countdown initiated. T-Minus 10 seconds...]
Batman: "Shut it off, now! Or so God help me, I'll--"
Scarecrow: "Ha! You'll what ? Waste valuable time? Ten seconds, Bats!"

7..
6..
5..



Superboy: "I got it!" The powerhouse clad in black assures and rushes up to cut the device free with his heat vision, take hold of it, and smash through the closest wall. All done within a 1.1 second. The young man ascends into the night sky with determination on his face. 

 
Batman: "SUPERBOY!" After properly cuffing and securing Scarecrow, Batman hurries to peer out the Superboy-made hole in the wall. By the time he does, a distant, yet thunderous explosion erupts overhead. Illuminating the dingy sky with a vibrant and momentary green. Unknown of what had became of the kryptonian, nor having any means to contact him, Bruce instinctively calls out in concern. Leaping out into the city as he glides to ease his way to the city streets.

Minutes later...
Connor's consciousnesses began returning, albeit gradually. The trace of kryptonite had taken its toll on his body.

 
"Connor? Connor, can you hear me? You have to open your eyes.."
Though somewhat muffled by his struggle to gather himself, that all-too-familiar voice came through clear enough. Through blurry vision, he studies where the source of the voice hails from -- a masculine figure clad in a suit that resembles his own in pattern, though it's a much more colorful variation.

 
Superboy: "Kal.. haah.. Kal-EL?" The youth breathes out, fatigued and nauseous. A side effect from the considerable amount of kryptonite he was exposed to. He makes an effort to sit up, but a sudden sharpness of pain cuts through his body and puts the notion on hold. All he could really do was lie there, grimacing and groaning pitifully in unusual pain. 
 
"It hurts so much. . ."

"I know. You're hurt.. pretty badly. Just focus on breathing for now, Connor. Keep your eyes open for me."
With his vision clearing up, he was finally able to make out the face of a beloved lost companion. A brother, and a father in a sense. A stream of blood trickle down from his lips, though the sight before his very eyes was all it took to bring a smile to his boyish face. Without any thought, any realization to question what he was seeing, the youth lifts a hand to reach for the other. Desperation, joy, and sadness drive his need. Suddenly, the man kneeling over him is outlined with a vibrant shade of crimson red. The formerly deceased Kal-EL reaches to take hand in his. Firm, yet compassionately. Kal stares with concern, but all he's consistently met with is that weak smile.
 
"It's really you. It's really you. . . "

"Yeah, it's really me."

 
A response that warmed the boy's heart to an emotional crumpling point. Sniffling, his brilliant blue eyes began tearing up. A sharp inhale joining the fray of subtle weeping. Evidently, by the apologetic look on Kal-EL's face, it pained him to see the adolescent spilling tears so freely. It was clear as day Connor had been bottling up his struggles deep inside. So compelled, Kal-EL careful delves a hand underneath Connor's head, lifting and supporting him at a short angle. Then, leaning down, the symbol of hope places a kiss at the center of the other's forehead, following up by pressing Connor's head underneath the crook of his neck.
 
"Sorry--"

"It's fine. You did nothing wrong."

"I'm just happy to see you again."

"I couldn't even begin to express how much seeing you again means to me..."

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you more, kiddo'."
Yet another response that drew an even brighter smile across Connor's face. In the next moment, the two embraced one another. Staying as such for quite some time.. remaining so until the young man lost consciousness again.

09/30/2020 08:50 PM 

Superboy #1


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{CADMUS Facility, Metropolis}
 
Fear was bubbling at the pit of his core as he flew toward his destination, traveling at his leisure in hopes of delaying what he thought would be the inevitable. They were going to terminate him, why else would he be instructed to return to his birth place? He was aware of his apparent flaws and the atrocity he had committed now too long ago. . . Surely, his demise was on a short countdown. The moment the building came into view, he couldn't help but to feel his time limit was dangerously low.
He descends to land at the face of the building, just in front of the security gate and check. The moment he saunters within earshot, a guard addresses him after stepping outside the booth..

"Huh. Superman, right? Was told to expect you. Go on ahead, kid."

"Right. Thanks." Connor responds, hands tucking away within the depths of his leather pockets as he advances onward to enter the humble structure. Anxiety and rushing thoughts eating away at his nerves all the while. Once he steps beyond a set of mechanical doors, another guard approaches him, quick to the point and to instruct.
A simple "This way, Superman." before Connor is being lead through a few corridors and a few turns, eventually entering and descending within an elevator that leads to the real facility underground. He swallows hard, the ride feeling nothing short of dreadful in his own mind. The only thing obscuring his obvious uneasiness are the shades adorning his boyish features.

 
Ding!
 
The steel doors finally split open once they arrive on the appropriate floor. Onward, they traverse through monochrome halls until they reach the point of interest. A mere doors lies before them, one the guard moves to stand beside and gesture for the youth to enter through.

"This is it. Good luck in there.. you're gonna' need it." A forewarning before the door slides open and reveals a visual of a woman facing a board, hands joined at the small of her back. The escort leaves and Connor enters.

"Ma'am." He addresses.

"Take a seat, Connor." She instructs. The kryptonian obliges and claims a cushioned wheel seat at the far end of the table within the room. Heart throbbing, hands clutching desperately around their respective thumbs.

"I'm sure you're very aware why I summoned you here, so I'll cut to the point." The woman's imposing tone pierced Connor's heart like a needle. His eyes piques in disbelief as his breathing suddenly went awry, quick and shallow through his nostrils. The authoritive figure turns with a very present scowl on her face, eyes burning through the boy's skin.

"You're disappointing your investors, Superman... Or shall I say, Superboy? It's what the public is calling you.. And quite frankly, I don't necessarily disagree." She lifts a hand, one in possession of a remote of some kind, and pushes a button. The supposed board behind her shifts into a screen displaying recent news, produced by none other than the Daily Planet, written by Lois Lane. His eyes scan over before him, and he soon finds himself confused. Annoyed, and perhaps even a bit envious.

"S-Superboy?... Reign Of Supermen? I don't understand. . . Who are they? I haven't seen any of them before." 

"Then your observation could use some work, because this is an embarrassment. You're not thought to be in their league, and you had MONTHS to be productive."

"I know, and I'm sorry! It's just hard, okay? I'm trying my best to learn and adapt, but--"

"Enough. Clearly, you have some overlooked flaws, but nothing that experience couldn't remedy. I suppose we should've known better... Even with all the implanted knowledge, you're still a child at core. A boy. Count yourself lucky you're still considered valuable asset, Connor. I'm assigning you a team, which you will operate while using this facility as your base of operations. With enough conditioning, you can still be what we envisioned." 

"Oh. . . Who are they?" He inquires.

"I'll introduce you to them now." She answers, reaching toward the table to push a button of some sort, likely one that enables a comm.
"Send in the big and girl." She orders, inducing rising curiosity within the kryptonian. Before long the door opens again, catching both their eyes, and in came a very imposing man who had to duck his head to enter. Clad in black, the tallest individual Connor had ever seen, and skin of polished steel that shines under the room's light. Behind him also entered a young girl who looked to be 11 or 12 more or less. An unnatural wide-eyed stare fixed upon her face.

Waller: "Superboy, meet 
Colossus and Ace. Get to know them well... You're going to be spending a long time together, after all." 

Colossus: "Pleased to meet you, comrade Superboy! I truly do hope we there's nothing but pleasant times ahead of us." The literal man of polished steel spoke, giving off quite a strong Russian accent, presenting himself as a gentle giant.

Superboy: "Y-yeah.. Yeah, you too, man. I hope things go well, too." He responds, soon shifting his sights toward the girl. When he did? He left staring speechless. The girl's expression never changed... she never blinked.. Just staring at her for seconds and he felt unsettled. Was she defective? He turned toward Waller.

"Is... is she okay?"

Colossus: "Da. Yes, I assure you she's perfectly fine. She's typically a quiet girl, but she's a sweetheart. I promise. You'll grow used to it in due time. She's also a bit shy."

Superboy: "Oh, m'right."

Waller: "Now that introductions are out of the way, I actually have your first mission ready..."
 
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The crackle of lightning alters everyone inside the ship, signifying that clouds were gathering, dying into a dingy shade, foretelling of a storm. Nothing that would hinder the mission, though. Amanda Waller briefed the team about a facility called Pen 51, a location where aliens suspected of criminal behavior can be kept indefinitely. A riot broke out just a little under two hours ago. Their job was to infiltrate, investigate, and restore order. 

"Two minutes until arrival." The pilot informs over an intercom, Colossus and Superboy prepare themselves for drop off. 

"Hey, is she coming down with us?" Connor asks the Russian mutant, tilting his head in the direction of Ace, whom sat idly. Eyes still wide.

"Ah, no. She could, but instead she'll be providing support from the ship. She's an omega level telepath, capable of linking minds together for discreet communication, as well as manipulating reality. She's on standby. You and I will take the front lines, Comerade."

"Oh... Hm." Digesting that bit of information, he ponders the extent of abilities like that. It sounded surreal, ironic coming from what most would deem a 'demi-god'.

"Alright, we're above the destination. Take the leap whenever you're ready, boys." The pilot's voice came through once more. The two rises to their feet, the back entrance of the ship opening to a wide view of sunset sky. Colossus takes a mere moment to look back at Connor.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."
And with that, the steel giant takes off running toward the exit. A startled Superboy follows right behind him before they both leap, plunging toward the earth -- toward the roof of the isolated prison below.
CRASH!
 
Colossus lands first and harshly at that, busting into the building like a wrecking ball, and yet, he raises from kneeling to stand tall. Unscathed. Something Connor found himself fascinated by as he lowers down to the same level via flight.

Colossus: "We're in. Awfully quiet, though.. And no alarm? Surely the impact of steel suddenly crash landing didn't go unnoticed, no?"

Superboy: "Weird, but I think that's definitely the case. I hear nothing.. all around. It's like it's hollow inside here. Where is every-- Oh."


Colossus: "Hm? What's on your mind, Superboy?"

Superboy: "I'm picking up life with my tactile-telekinesis. There's three lifeforms here, two below us and the other west of us."

Colossus: "Interesting indeed, comrade. I had no idea you had such an ability... I was told you had a short range of telekinesis. How does it work, exactly?" A question asked as the giant began heading in the direction Connor pointed out in his analysis. The 'adolescent' following right behind.

"Off ground, my range is three meters at most. However, physical contact with a surface, wall or floor, and it becomes limitless. Reach as far or short as I desire. If a person is making contact with a connected surface, I can pinpoint them. Know if their heart is beating and how fast, as well as if they're dead. I can also make things and people stick in place like glue. Well... super glue."

"Ha. Very innovative powers for sure. Ace thinks your abilities are cool, as well."

"What? When? No... how? I only now just told you about it."

"Yes, but she and I have a mental link up right now. She learned of it through me, and shared her opinion afterwards."

"Hm.. Alright. Why aren't I involved in that link, then?"

"Forgive her, Superboy. She really is awfully shy. It took her a while to open up to me, as well."

"I see. By the way, there's someone behind that door."

"This door, yes?" Words spoken as the former X-Men reaches out to grip at the sides of the secured door, outright tearing it out of place with an effortless yank.

Without any warning at all, a monstrosity charges at the two once Colossus finishes. The steel Russian was bumped into, staggering him a tad, whilst Connor was snag up roughly, a broad forearm squeezing uncomfortably around his upper torso.

Superboy: "Ngh! What's your problem, man!?"

Man-Shark One: "You're not one of the guards.. You're something else entirely!"

Superboy: "Yeah, I'm a pretty dig. Maybe you heard of me? Superman? Yeah? Good! Now, step off!"

Colossus: "Easy, friend. This doesn't have to turn unpleasant for anyone. Let him go and let's talk."

Man-Shark One: "There's not much that needs to be said. Let us go and we can all walk away from this without any trouble."

Colossus: "I'm afraid I cannot do that, comrade. I, at best, can promise you'll be treated with dignity. You didn't just wander into a prison meant to hold dangerous criminals." A response the creature evidently take a liking to. It began growling in agitation, tightening its grip around Connor. The young man's patience was at its end. A red outlining aura, brilliant as neon, was forming around Superboy's frame. His baby-blue eyes shifting, drowning in pools of crimson red that spared not an inch of his sockets.


 
"Get offa' me!!"

Kra-BOOOM!
 
burst of telekinetic-energy pushes captor off and slamming violently into a nearby wall. Absolute cause and effect; two more individuals makes their presence known by literally jumping up through the floor, and they seemed less than pleased with Superboy in particular. In a blink of an eye, the two lounge at the kryptonian, leading to a tussle that quickly results the three crashing through the surface, descending down multiple levels of the building. 

Colossus: "Comrade Connor!" An exclaim from the Russian as he approaches and peers down the several holes left by the three. However, before he could even consider leaping down to assist Superboy, the man-shark from before tackles him to the floor. 

"Never mind him, you've got your own problem to deal with. Nothing personal, tin man, but nothing's gonna' stop us from having our freedom." The alien informs before opening its mouth wide, displaying countless rows of sharp teeth, and making an attempt at chomping at the X-man's face. A metal forearm was all it took to stop the creature in its tracks, though.

"I understand, my friend. But I'm afraid this day isn't going to be a glorious one for you."

 
TTNNK!
 
A free hand strikes at the side of the creatures face, sending it rolling a short distance away. In an instant, the two climb onto the feet and charge one another down. As strong and determined as the adversary was, a few moments into the exchange was all it took before those fist of steel knocked him unconscious. Even then, more trouble wasn't too far behind. The entire building began quivering violently, ready to collapse at any second... Which certainly did begin. The flooring was the first to start crumbling away. Quick on his feet, Colossus made a run for the rooftop.

The hovercraft that brought them, wastes little to no time lowering and deploying a rope-latter for the steel man. Just in time before the entire roof caves in, as well. As the ships ascends to a safe distance, an explosion erupts. Lava bursting from the depths of the earth, gradually but surely devouring the former prison.

Superboy had yet to be heard from again, though there was a sneaky suspicion that the kryptonian was the cause of the earthquake at the forefront of Colossus' mind.

 
End.

09/30/2020 05:08 PM 

Superboy: 0.2


 
Night had just settled in, blanketing the City of Metropolis in a moon illuminated and star filled sky. A lovely town for sure, but it was not without its basket of bad apples; right in this very moment, whilst the newly announced "Superman" was out and about patrolling, some crook possessed the audacity to resort to blatant crime just a mere ten minutes away from 9pm.

"HHHHEELP! That Guy Stole My Purse!"

A plea that rings through the young kryptonian's ears and warrants his immediate attention. Swift, but mindful not to overshoot, the leather and onyx clad lad makes his way toward the source of the cry for help via flight. 
"I'm here. Are you okay? Did you see where he went?" A burst of dialogue that left the young man's lips as he arrives on the scene and spots a loner ravenette on a sidewalk, anxious to prove his worth to the world.
Upon laying eyes on the individual who heeded her cry, the dashing boy casually floating in place overhead, she stumbles to find her words for a moment. Just briefly. 

"Oh! Y-yeah.. Sorry! He ran that way and turned the corner not too long ago at all! Please, get my purse back... Half my life is in there." She informs, and he nods with assurance in turn.


"No worries, I got it. I'll be right back with your belonging." Once he makes that statement, he takes off in the directions she provided. Eyes keen, shifting into a shade of monochrome, the would-be Superman scans around carefully for the culprit with the aid of x-ray vision. Fortunately, it doesn't take long to find a lead on the bold scumbag. A noisy commotion nearby graces his hearing, the sound of metal and the like thrashing about, earning his gaze. There, he spots a peculiar fellow and a discarded bag on the floor. . . Judging by the fact the odd fellow was trying to pry open an atm with metallic arms extending from an even odder looking 'belt' at his waist, it was pretty safe to say that this was whom he was looking for. He subtly approach, closing in with a gentle glide to loom over the criminal from above.

"Ahem! You look a little short on change there. . . Need me to break a twenty for you? I think I got just about enough to knock some cents into ya." Smug, the youth postures by cracking his knuckles within the palm of his hands one after the other. A display that didn't sit too well with his apparent foe.

"The hell? Beat it, punk! Wearin' that big red S on your chest, doesn't make you Superman, kid." The man barks, relieving the machine of his metal tendrils as he turns to face the impudent youth hovering above. The very same youth who's grin dissolves at the retort given. A glare replaces his previous expression, a look of unworldly confusion. Shouldn't everyone know he was Superman's successor but now? The new and improved. Who else could be bestowed with the honor -- the potential to take up the renowned mantle if not him? The lad eventually deems it mere nonsense from a criminal. 

"You're mistaken. I am Superman. The new Superman. Don't let the good looks fool you, you're definitely face to face with the real deal here." He argues, descending to plant his boots on the pavement the next moment.

"Pffft! Keep dreaming, Jr. You're a
Superboy at best! Last warning, kid. The last thing you want is Sidearm gunning you down and strangling the life outta' ya!" The perp warns, tendrils prepping to strike if need be. However, in that moment, from behind those shades? The young man was contemplating as his frustration grew. Firmly, his scowl fortifying, he corrects 'Sidearm' once more.

"It's
 Super
MAN." He emphasizes.

"You're gonna' be Super-dead!!" In a blink, those claws finally went to strike. Quick and fierce. However, not fast enough, nor imposing. With little effort, the fanciful vigilante had caught the twin tendrils by the 'wrists' and held them in place.

"Hey, what the-- Let 'em go, Goddamn it. Just who exactly do you think you are!?" This time, the kryptonian didn't utter a retort. Those powerful hands began squeezing, crushing the material within his grasp like crumpling paper. Promptly after, he tugs harshly, snapping the arms off. The culprit stumbles back in shock, though before he can speak another word —

CRACK!
The young hero lounges in with an uppercut to the chin that sends him flying briefly, well knocked out cold on the ground. With the matter reaching a conclusion, the young man slips out his cell to call the authorities, then proceeds to gather up the purse any items left scattered on the ground, as well as every bit of cash the crook pocketed. He departs shortly after. Though it takes a bit longer than expected, he does find the woman again.

"Hey again. Got your stuff back, ma'am!" Enthusiastically spoken, the superpowered youth lands in front of the woman who cried for help, purse extended. She took it with a smile, abruptly leaping in to embrace her hero.

"Thanks, Superboy! I really owe you bi--"

"Man. It's Superman."

"Oh, sorry. You look kinda' young, though.. Like, around my age, actually. You sure it's not boy?" She comments whilst looking his boyish features over. Just then, the sound of 'thiwwping' could just barely be heard nearby. Swinging through was none other than-- 
"No freakin' way, it's him! You rock,
Spider-Man!!" The female exclaims, waving down the red & blue webslinger, who ironically had a backpack on. For whatever reason... It was more weird he'd be so far from New York and out in Metropolis out of the blue. Nonetheless, the webhead waved back and shouted his acknowledgment.

"Appreciated! You two stay safe out here!" The male's voice, in the kryptonian's opinion, wasn't the most mature he heard from any adult. 

"Right, sorry. I appreciate you helping me out, Superman. I'm Tana, by the way. Do you follow the whole secret identity rule? Would be cool to know your name."

"Ah, nah. I'm public. My name is Connor."

"Oooh. Fits you perfectly. Busy being a hero tonight still? I'd love to write about you for my school paper. You know, help spread the word about you."

"Oh, sure. Yeah! I'm free. Totally free. Any publicity is good publicity."

"Rad! Care to grab a bite while we eat? My treat."

 
End.

 

09/07/2020 05:23 PM 

War Of Light: Part Two

War Of Light
War Of Light: Part 2

Something was coming... Something dreadful and unforgiving -- something that threatened to smother and snuff EVERY light it could find. The Guardians, Sinestro, Atrocitus - hell, every corp on the emotion spectrum and their respective members could feel it within the very core of their souls. There was no written prophecy that forewarned of a danger on such a magnitude, but it was obvious that they needed to prepare to face it. There had to be more light. They NEEDED more to fight the approaching darkness. 

In order to increase their numbers, founding lanterns of every color began mass production of rings with the intent of scattering them throughout the galaxy to find those worthy of their virtues. A few planned on taking a more personal approach in addition to the later, keen on coaxing the impartial into joining their ranks. In due time, a war among Lanterns would erupt, one out of sheer desperation.

 
War is coming.
 

Within the mass of space, dancing at the very threshold of earth's gravitational pull, four lanterns fought - three attempted to subdue risk factor among them. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as they'd hope this encounter would be. They were dealing with an emotional kryptonian, after all.

John Stewart: "Kid, I'm not entirely sure where you got that ring from, but you're totally outmatched here. Give up!"

Superboy: "As if! I refuse to be a doormat for even a second longer... I am entitled to my rights as a person, to what is mine, and rightfully mine!!" The kryptonian barked as he charged right for the veteran-turned-lantern with a cocked fist. Quick in thought, John constructed a massive knight-shield before him, though it proved inadequate in the face of Superboy's raw strength. The green construct shattered like glass when the punch was delivered. John found himself momentarily startled, but swiftly reigned in his composure as determination formed across his features.

John Setwart: "Fine. If that's the way you want to be, then so be it."

Hal Jordan: "Come on, kid.. Don't make us hurt you. Just relax and talk to us for a minute." The man of unmatchable will power himself intervened in their stare-off, forming a sphere construct to contain Connor inside with. In turn, he warranted the focus of the teen's glare.

Kyle Rayner: "Be smart, Superboy. There's three of us and only one of you. You're not exactly dealing with the standard units of Green Lanterns, either. This is a fight not even Sinestro wants."

Superboy: "You think I care how many of you there are? You'll never be Zod, Captain Marvel, or even SUPERMAN!!!" The adolescent roared with every ounce of power his lungs had to offer, inciting an echo that traveled for miles, and shattering the sphere that contained him in the process. While the three recoiled and covered their ears, Connor followed up with a swift attack: An uppercut for John, a hook for Kyle, and a straight punch for Hal himself, sending them all flying and stumbling one after the other. 

Hal: "Alright, if that's the way you want it... Attack pattern B!" A callout that composed of John striking Superboy's flank with a mace construct, Kyle following up with an extending boxing glove to the jaw, topped off with Hal enveloping the off-balance youth a hefty and tightly wrapped set of chains. In a similar fashion, John and Kyle joined in with the same method to restrain the threat.
Once he gathered himself, Connor grimaced and looked down to see what prevented him from even the slightest movement. He was far from impressed, let alone concerned with their choice of material.

Superboy: "Chains... chains? CHAINS!? You're-- Nngh'!"  He trailed off in the midst of flexing, straining the constructs that held him in place. The three fortified their grip, but the Boy of Steel kept fighting it. With the use of his strength and burst of telekinesis, he forced his way free and destroyed his bondage in the process.
"Funny!!" He finished upon doing so.


Hal: "Huh... Alright, plan B. Attack pattern F, boys." This time, the trio assaulted the kryptonian with rapid projectiles. Hal and John firing construct firearms from the front and rear positions, while Kyle moved in endless circles, firing off his own constructs. A tactic used in hopes of wearing the Orange Lantern down, though it may have done the complete opposite.
Arms up and shielding his head as best as possible, Superboy certainly felt the sting from the pressure. Still unfamiliar with the usage of a ring, he didn't think to use it to shield himself in some fashion. However, he could only tolerate being on the defensive for so long. An anger inside of him grew, boiling to the point where he wanted to return the favor tenfold. The space cops seemed to enjoy shooting beams so much, Connor fancied retaliate in kind.

Superboy: "Enough, you insects!" He bellowed, his ring raised and aimed at John. With no consequences or self-restraint in mind, nothing was holding back Connor's drive to deliver pain. The ring recognized that much, as well. In a mere blink of an eye, a vibrant orange beam shot off, consistent like a flamethrower and big enough to engulf it's target entirely. In those few seconds, John made his greatest effort yet to fend off the onslaught of energy hitting him like a tidal wave. The veteran had encased himself inside of a sphere and fought hard to maintain. Sadly, he was overpowered before long and overtaken. Though in one piece, John was left floating horizontally and motionless, sitting there like a corpse.  The three were left staring in disbelief and deafening silence.

Kyle: "John? John!"

Hal: "No way... How could that-- Do you have any idea what you've just done!?" 

Superboy: "I- I didn't know that would happen..."

Hal: "Goddamn it, Superboy! These rings aren't a toy! Where'd you even get that one from!?"

Superboy: "It was an accident! And the ring just came to me.. I didn't really know what it was, but it's mine now. I didn't plan on hurting people with it."

Hal: "You obviously have no self-control over your emotions. That ring is a lethal weapon in your hands. If you were smart, you'd hand it over right now!"

Kyle: "Hal, need a hand over here!" 

Hal: "Hnn... We're not threw here, Superboy. This is far from over." Hal practically hissed as he moved to join Kyle inside the construct formed to hold John. Though Superboy truly did hold a sense of guilt and regret for what he had done, he couldn't bear to linger in the presence of his misdeed, or even the presence of someone who now resented him. In complete silence, Connor left the scene to return to earth, to lay low for the time being.

--- A Friend In Need. ---

-- Later At The Watch Tower --

Emerging out of the medical room, Hal couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from the lantern ring he held with his palm, torn by the reality it had an obligation to leave its former wearer. John deserved better than that. 
Something had to be done, and fast. There was no telling what could transpire if Superboy went unchecked for too long, especially with a ring that powerful. First, he'd have to heed the Guardian's beckon before anything else. As he made a turn around a corner, he came across Martian Manhunter and Black Canary heading his direction. Despite his low spirits, he didn't mind a short exchange before he went on his way.

Canary: "Oh, hey, Hal. Whatcha' got there?"

Hal: "Hey. Just... just a ring, I guess."

Manhunter: "Did it belong to someone you know?"

Hal: "Yeah.. A very dear and dependable friend."

Canary: "I'm so sorry, Hal... Whose was it? Anyone we know?" And as if that question served as a cue, the ring in Hal's hand began levitating and easing its way on over toward the blonde. Apparently, she was a desired replacement to wear the Corp's badge. 
With sadness in his posture and following words, he stared blankly at the floating ring.

"It was John's. . ." 

Luthor Jr. AKA Superboy @ /1521577 || code by bluebell

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