4786/Too Old for This Stuff

Too Old for This Stuff
Date of Scene:	01 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a pair of thugs who thought mugging a girl and laughing in Superboy's face was a good idea. Or Tenticle Telekinesis is a reason Darcy shouldn't be allowed to drink this much without Adult Supervision. ...Supervision, people. Not Adult Super Vision...
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Superboy

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
Most of the time, working for SHIELD is not exciting in the slightest. Especially for Agent Lewis, and mostly because she works a desk job ensuring that paperclips are sent to the correct office. She doesn't need to spend hours a day honing her body and skills to peek anything. So, she doesn't.

It's time like these that she kicks herself for not trying a tiny bit harder.

Darcy had gotten off of work several hours ago. She changed out of work clothes for something a little more casual, a little more derby, and went to a bout. She cheered, she screamed, she drank, she joined the teams for an after party, she did a few shots, she made out with one of the derby girls in the bathroom, she sang bad karoke. All in all, Darcy did way too many stupid things she hadn't done in a decade, and she had only one regret: that she was sitting on the fence of not sober enough to handle the situation she was in and not drunk enough to roll with the situation she was in.

Darcy was getting mugged and the jerks found (and laughingly discared) the tazer they found in her purse. She'd put up about as much of a fight as a slightly inhibrated former derby girl with some self-defense training was going to put up, and now she was held roughly against the brick wall with a split lip and her head ringing.

"You fuckheads are so screwed," she drawls, trying to force herself to memorize their faces as one shoves her phone into his pocket.

Superboy has posed:
SHIELD agents can get mugged? Who would have thunk?

Guess who else was in the Karaoke bar? Yes, Conner is a college boy, so it is the time to do that kind of thing with his friends. No, he can't sing. But almost no one that got into the stage could, so it doesn't matter. At least he could dance.

Although he is too young to drink (not that alcohol does much to him) so he was well aware when Darcy got followed out by a couple fellows. He thought they might have been friends, but a super-hearing verification later he realized they weren't. So he took a minute to say goodbye to his buddies and almost was too late, since Darcy is already pinned against a wall and they are going through her purse.

"Hey, now. Stop right there and let her go!" He calls. Since he is in his civvies, he is just walking into the alley.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Fuck off, frat boy," is response from one of the thug holding Darcy, while Pursedigger starts going through her wallet. The one holding Darcy grunts as she kicks ineffectually at his shins. In retaliation, he backhands her hard enough to unbalance the already not-balanced tipsy woman. He lets her fall to the alley floor with a growly grunt of a "shuddup, cunt".

"Big man, little dick," Darcy retorts ill-advisedly from the ground, hands holding herself up. Her face is still turned to the ground, and her eyes closed against the wave of I-really-want-to-throw-up-that-last-JELLO-shot-now. BMLD Thug sneers and moves to grab from her hair. Because putting your back to an unknown frat boy is totally a smart move.

Superboy has posed:
"Frat-boy is the other guy," replies Conner with a smirk. He closest the distance to the purse-digger in a second, startling him. But the thief can't really defend when the younger man grabs him by the neck. "I am Superboy," adds the dark-haired youth, tossing the mugger against a nearby cluster of garbage bins. Sans purse, Conner grabbed it.

"No. Let the woman go and leave, or I am going to break your legs and wait for the cops," he tells the second mugger.

He is not really going to break his legs, but he learned that threat from Robin, and it is good.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Pursedigger doesn't even get so much as a undignified squeak out before he's a in the rubbish bins. BMLD Thug is the one with more testotrone than self-preservation so when he laughs at the name superBOY, Pursedigger starts to scramble to his feet to make a run for it. He's got Darcy's phone. He'll make a quick forty bucks selling it. And really, that's all he wanted out of the evening. Just enough cash for some drugs.

BMLD Thug hauls Darcy up in front of him by the hair, making her yelp as it pulls. Her hands come up to try to get BMLD Thug to let go of her hair.

Superboy has posed:
The pursedigger has the phone, and Conner noticed, but the second thug is being stupid and protecting Darcy is the priority. Maybe he is drunk, or it is he really does not know who Superboy is. Damn, this is what happens when he is missing the S in his chest.

"Seriously," Conner rolls his eyes and then moves forward, reaching with a hand. Nothing fancy, but if he manages to touch Darcy he will extend his tactile telekinesis over her body and push the mugger back against the wall pretty hard. This time he is aiming to stun him. "It is going to be okay, miss," he adds. Calming the victim is important. Usually they aren't SHIELD agents!

Darcy Lewis has posed:
On his feet, Pursedigger runs away. Darcy huffs at seeing this, but a yank from BMLD has her refocusing on the fact that she's all but being lifted off the ground by her hair.

"Seriously. You're pathe-"

The thug's words are cut off when he's suddenly shoved away from Darcy. He oofs loudly as he impacts the wall behind him and stands there stunned for several long seconds.

Meanwhile, Darcy drops back to her feet fully, one hand coming down to grab Conner's fore arm to steady herself.

"What the fuck was /that/?" she blurts out, green eyes wide in that 'I'm sober now' sort of way tht is not at all panicked. More like, surprised.

Superboy has posed:
"Tactile Telekinesis," announces Conner. Don't give him rope, he will talk your ears off about his 'Tactile Telekinesis'. "You okay?" He asks Darcy, giving her a once over. If nothing seems broken he punches the second thug in the face. This time hard enough to knock him out. Mugging is a thing, bad but minor, but holding hostages and hurting them deserves going to jail.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'm fine. Tenticle what?" Darcy asks, letting Conner go so he can walk past her. She watches him punch BMLD out cold, before she turns to pout int he direction of Pursedigger.

"Damn. I liked that phone."

Superboy has posed:
"Tactile," corrects the young man. It is different! Also, "I'll get him, no worries," he adds.

So, he is really bad about secret identities, because he just takes off and flies after the thug. In the darkness it would be difficult to find it, except Conner has enhanced senses and sees pretty well at night.

The thug wasn't even running quickly, because he thought the shadows gave him cover, so Conner just pushes him down, retrieves the phone, and flies back to Darcy. "Here," he says, giving her the cell phone.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Tactical?" Darcy tries again, blinking as her drunk slowed brian tries to process what he said and what he did and that he can fly. She rubs her head.

"Fuck. I am too old to drink this much," she comments to herself as she looks about the alleyway. Purse in hand, she finds her tazer and yelps as Conner is suddenly there again.

"HolyfuckballsmonkeyJesus!" All of that. One breath. No pauses. She rounds on Conner, one hand on her sternum for a moment before she reaches out to take her phone back.

"Thanks. Fuck. You scared me."

Superboy has posed:
"You don't look old at all," states Conner, taking a step back and shrugging. "Sorry, just I thought you would like to have your phone back." See? He has it in his hand.

"Maybe you should call for a cab if you are too drunk," he adds, "New York is pretty safe, but still sometimes..." he gestures to the unconscious thug. "Well, and I guess I should call the cops."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Aw. You're adorable. Thanks, Tenticles," Darcy says, collecting her phone and patting his arm. She pauses, looks at her hand on his arm, and then pats again.

"Damn. Adorable and stacked." It's like she's talking to herself, but she's not lowering her voice, at all. She follows his gesture the looks back up at Conner, hand still on his arm - pat pat.

"Nah. I'll call the office. It'll be worse for him that way," she states, smiling and holding up her phone to show that she's got this now.

"If you wanna wait with me to keep me safe, I won't protest much. Otherwise, I'm sure Dispatch'll keep me on the line."

Superboy has posed:
Conner chuckles, straighten up a bit. "And you are fine yourself," he replies, giving Darcy a dazzling smile. "I can stay a few minutes, while you phone the..." office? At night? Now he is curious. Maybe she is one of those rich heiresses that have people waiting for her all the time. It would also mean she is slumming. "Who are you, by the way?"