4196/There was a Crime Scene

There was a Crime Scene
Date of Scene:	03 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Superboy, Slipstream

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Superboy has posed:
A few minutes ago there was a shootout, the cops arrived, some gangers attempted to escape in a pickup truck. Almost ran over a gaggle of mid-schoolers, which really got a flying half-kryptonian angry.

So Conner landed on the way of the truck and let them crash against his rather invulnerable self. It looked really cool. But it as a major street and he did a mess. Two seriously injured thugs and pieces of the truck all over the street. It also caught fire, and although it didn't quite explode, there is a plume of black smoke from burned fuel and oil. The street is now blocked both ways by the police, much to the anger of the always impatient New York drivers. A couple ambulances and half a dozen patrol cars are around. Some reporters too.

Slipstream has posed:
Chewing on a hot dog across the street is Drake, who watched the entire thing go down with a bit of amusement. He has a floating, golden robot next to him that looks like Snowball from Overwatch, who scans him at times with a blast of green and yellow lasers to send data back to the Avengers. "Well, that could have gone better. Though probably a lot better than what I coulda done. Seeing how I'm /grounded/ because I quote... nearly killed everyone by being over zealous and brash." He sighs loudly to the robot who stares at him with U.U expression on it's digital face. "And you know what? It's not the fault of the big scary radioactive monster that came out of the ground, or the weird crystal guy shooting fireballs. Oh, no. It's me, who tried to stop nuclear fall out with a huge dome of ice and a shockwave to knock the bad guy out.. which failed.. as usual... because I suck at this." The robot bonks him on the shoulder with her head, making a whirling chirping noise of encouragement. "Yeah, yeah ... I know .. Don't be hard on myself. Tony had bad days too.. even Cap loses a fight." He grunts out. "At least Superboy is cool. Kinda like a mini Superman or a mini Lar Gand. Bet he gets a ton of chicks."

Superboy has posed:
Superboy is not quite getting chicks right now. Unless you count the irate, stocky middle-aged policewoman berating him for doing this mess. "...and I know you are powerful enough you could have stopped them without wrecking the street. Don't think I am not going to call the Hall of Justice!"

It is like being berated by the high-school principal or something. Conner looks somewhat embarrassed. There are little kids watching.

"I can clean it up..." He tries. "NO! We can't until the insurance people comes. And Damage Control does an assessment. And we need your statement, so don't even think to fly away and up and that shi..." she glances to the kids. "That UN-civic stuff you supers sometimes do."

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey officer! That's fucking Superboy you're talking to! The guy has literally saved the universe like five times according to Wikipedia! Why don't you calm your tits and get yourself a donut!" Drake shouts from across the street as Snowball makes a loud sighing noise, followed by an X.x across the faceplate. It seems he has no problem cussing in front of kids. "He stopped those guys from running people over. I saw the whole thing, even got it on my camera." He holds his phone up, waving it back and forth. "That guy is a hero! He has perfect hair and great teeth too! His leather jacket is freaking awesome and he eats at all the hottest spots. Give him a break and thank him for his dedication to this city!"

Superboy has posed:
Conner has to agree his leather jacket is freaking awesome. Despite the more popular opinion the 90s were 30 years ago and really, leather jackets are not 'super'.

Still, fans always give him an ego-boost. The policewoman just facepalms hard.

"It is okay," he notes, patting the woman shoulders. "I will stay for the statement thing." He pretty much ignores the woman's 'death glare'. It is a good death glare but Conner is a pro ignoring those.

Slipstream has posed:
"Heh. Nailed it." Drake says with a cool expression on his face as he glances down at his phone again where he has literally over a hundred thousand viewers rapidly spamming his chat with emotes and other things. "I should do real life streams more often, huh chat? See all the cool stuff you can run into outside once in awhile?" He takes a moment to read as his eyes dart left to right along the blurring lines, chuckling. "Thanks for the subs and the donos bombsquad. No, I'm not gonna ask Superboy out on a date. Holy shit. Not even for a thousand dollars. You guys do know I'm dating a Green Lantern, right? And that she's a girl? No... no.. not even for ten ... maybe ten thousand. Okay, you donate me ten grand and I'll ask him out on a date." He pauses for a moment, then widens his eyes. ".. Are you serious? You better not hit me with a chargeback on that.. ten grand?! You seriously just donated me ten grand? What kinda next level troll are you?"

Superboy has posed:
"You know I have super-hearing, right?" Conner is walking towards Drake, ignoring the other curious bystanders and the angry neighbors. "Hey, I know you. We meet in a part about six weeks ago. With that clueless woman and probably was an alien or something."

He bought Nuala a hotdog, after explaining it was not made of dogs. A classic when talking to aliens.

Slipstream has posed:
"Chat, I hate you. I love you but I hate you at the same time, and we gotta have a talk about boundaries and respect and all the stupid shit you make me do on a daily basis." Drake says as he stares at his phone, then sheepishly glances up at it as Superboy heads over to him. He raises a brow upwards with a grin. "You remembered that? Cool. Uh... yeah, so ... you wanna get coffee with me sometime? You know, like a date? It's cool if you say no, my feelings won't get hurt by it." He says, sneaking a glance down at his phone again, biting his lip as he snickers. "Fuck you guys." He says down at the rolling text filled with LOL's and ResidentSleepers. "But yeah, she was an alien, huh? I think .. I don't... really remember much about her. I sorta meet weird people ever day now."

Superboy has posed:
"I have no idea if she was an alien or now," admits Conner. "And I don't date guys, but you asked me so you get the ten grand, I guess," now, wasn't that easy money? He really hopes this one doesn't reach Rex Leech's ears.

He had learned to avoid revealing his identity in social media. Conner likes the fame, but not *that* much.

Slipstream has posed:
"Ha, I got a girlfriend anyways. Just that chat does stupid things and for some reason, some of them are rich oil executives who are bored and should be working." Drake says as he glances down at his phone, then pushes the button to turn the stream off after saying he'd BRB. Pocketing the device, he leans on the floating Snowball who gives a loud robotic sigh. "So, uh .. hey dude. Nice seeing you again. Not sure if you know but I'm besties with Supergirl. I'm her Jimmy Olsen according to her. Even got the two way communicator bracelet to prove it." He says as he holds up his right wrist. "I go by Slipstream. Sorta maybe a junior Avenger. Kinda working on that with Tony.... trial period thingy. I um... I move very fast. It's a boring power. Got it totally by accident. So.. good work back there stopping those asshats. Sorry it became a mess."

Superboy has posed:
Conner still has not met Jimmy Olsen ever, but he vaguely remembers he was called 'Superman's best friend' at some point. So, well, cool, he figures. "Yeah, I remember you telling me that. Not talked to Supergirl since, though. The Avengers seem cool, though." He figures Tony is Tony Stark. Who is like Lex Luthor for New York, only with better hair. And possibly not evil.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. I did, huh? Cool. I wasn't sure what we talked about last night. Every day appears to be a blur." Drake says as he rubs the back of his neck, then shifts his stance a bit on his feet. "So, you're really gonna stick around and wait for the peeps to talk to you? I don't think it's really a requirement .. just gives them less of a hassle. Want a hot dog? I got four of these." He says as he offers one of the wrapped dogs up to him. "I get mine with everything on it. Old school."

Superboy has posed:
"Eh, I guess I gotta try to help the police," replies Conner, looking as if it was about as fun as seeing pain dry off the walls. "Not a requirement, but y'know..." he got guilted into it. It is one of the few tactics that work on Superboy. "No thanks, but..."

"Hey kid!" That is the policewoman yelling. Conner flinches. "I guess I better talk to the detective. The sooner the betters. Not getting invited to donuts today... see you around, Slipstream." He heads back to face the LAW.

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not really going anywhere. I can kick it here and wait for you." Drake says with a grin. "And call me Drake. That's my name. Slipstream is still a work in process." He rocks back and forth on his feet as he unwraps his next hotdog, cramming a bite into his mouth for a few chews. "If she gives you any trouble, I'll whip the camera back out. They love it when we do that." He says with a sarcastic smile along his face.