5299/Good times in Gotham

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Good times in Gotham
Date of Scene: 04 September 2018
Location: Gotham University
Synopsis: June and Drake meet up at Gotham U for an event Drake is taking part in. They argue. Again. And kiss?
Cast of Characters: June Connor, Slipstream




June Connor has posed:
    It's been a few weeks. It's a new phone again that June texts from. 'You still alive?' was her intro text. She knew nothing about the attack that almost killed Drake. She knew nothing about most things happening in New York. Her hair has grown a little, but it's covered in a baseball cap that reads 'Habitat for Humanity'. An ash gray T-shirt from some forgotten charity event and blue jeans that are less shredded than what she usually wears cover her legs. She's not giving up the Converse shoes though. This is June's version of a disguise, and the does look pretty remarkably different at themoment. Her piercings are all out, the holes from the gauges in her lobes slightly visible.

Slipstream has posed:
A text was sent back: 'Barely. Your friends tried. Turn around.' Drake is settled at a table in a dark black Overwatch jacket with a Tracer shirt on and a backwards black cap for his team. He looks like any other college student that belongs on campus. He hardly sticks out, despite his huge Internet fame. No one over here would even know he's an Avenger. He has this amused look on his face as his chin is propped up in the palm of his hand.

June Connor has posed:
    June glances over her shoulder. "Damn, you aren't dead. Good job," she says, shoving her phone in her pocket. She really doesn't look anything like her normal self, only her face makes her recognizable at all, and it has far less makeup than she usually wears. "Thought you might be here for that tournament thing goin' on." She tugs on the ball cap. "Glad you aren't dead," she says simply.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah? You're glad I'm not dead? They came at me again. This time I got stabbed in the chest with a sword and they EMP'd my best friend. I probably shoulda died if it wasn't for Stark Tech putting me back together." Drake says with a furrow of his brows. "But yeah, I'm here to cheer on our Contenders team. They're kinda like the 'in training' team to build talent and promote to the big roster. It's mostly autograph sessions and interviews."

June Connor has posed:
    "They stabbed you with a sword?" June says, looking actually concerned. "How did you get away?" she asks. "Did they leave you for dead? Are they still trying to get you? Do I need to run for my life because they are following you?" After all, she may have done that once. She starts to assess the surroundings.

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, it was a small sword." Drake admits. "The Avengers showed up and cleaned things up. Sent them packing. I have not heard from them since but I am taking a super low profile and haven't been out much, but the team made it clear they are gonna resolve this and take action."

June Connor has posed:
    "A /small/ sword?" June echoes. "Who cares how big it is when it's in your chest? Dammit Drake. I'm such a bitch. This is my fault. When did this happen? I mean, you look okay now. Be careful going up against them, I think their 'not be be fucked with' meter should rate pretty high for you by now." She folds one hand across her waist, then rubs the bridge of her nose.

Slipstream has posed:
"Was a few weeks back. Pretty much the day after you left." Drake says as he shrugs. "They sent the rhino and the warthog after me also at the same time. Huge group of ninjas, then those two idiots. Um... The Wasp showed up to help me out. Seems like the leader of the group, some chick, got kidnapped by another hero. She's like... a monster made of shadows. I don't know who she is, but she wrapped her up and teleported out or something. Maybe that's why they haven't attacked me since." He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I'm still not scared of them, sword stabbing and all. Wanna see the scar at least?" He says with a grin.

June Connor has posed:
    "Karai? Karai got kidnapped?" June bursts out laughing. "You are kidding me. That's the best news I've ever heard." She laughs harder, bending over. "She had a red scarf?" She covers her mouth, realizing that she's being uncharacteristically loud.

    "I'm sorry," she says. "I just...I hope they beat the shit out of her before they killed her slowly." A rather dark perspective. "Yeah okay, lets see your battlewound here."

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, that's the one. She threw the sword at me and then she got kidnapped. I don't know what has happened to her since." Drake says as he gives an amused grin, then lifts up the front of his shirt to show off. He's put his body through a great deal of work and it's paying off as he finally has some form of abs and a defined chest. There is a gnarl of scarred flesh from where the sword was and pulled out. They probably had to seal him back together with robots, knowing the Avengers. "At least it didn't go in and out of me. I was kinda blacked out afterwards so I woke up like this."

June Connor has posed:
    "Wow, that's a pretty ugly scar," June answers, examining it. "Well, if they haven't come after you again, then that's pretty good. Maybe Karai is dead, though she isn't somebody I'd expect to die easily. Been workin' out? Get all those nerd girls fallin' for you?" she offers a grin, partly complimentary, partly teasing. "Guess you gotta look good in the tights, right?"

Slipstream has posed:
There's a smirk upon Drake's face. "I don't know, is it working? You falling for me?" He says as he drops his shirt down. "I don't wear tights. I don't think many of the Avengers do." Giving a glance about, he is grinning with a hint of pride. "But I do want to take care of myself. Just figured I should step up if I'm gonna be a hero. I can't sit in a chair and click a mouse all day and let myself kinda wither you know? I need to take care of myself."

June Connor has posed:
    June smirks. "Well, you just took your shirt off in front of a whole campus, so props for confidence," June acknowledges. She starts walking, away from the current building, "So you gonna win this tourney?" she asks. "You got time for games still? I haven't been on since forever. Babs doesn't like people touchin' her computer, but I'm breaking her in as far as her beer goes."

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not playing, just here as a mentor for the younger team." Drake says as he grins at her. "I will get some playing in here and there for the fans and show off some mechanical skill, but we are still on break for another month as we train for the world cup. I'm representing the US again, obviously. Though I'm stepping down as Captain to let a younger player have the reins. Will be good for him." He bumps his shoulder into hers. "You look good. A little different. I"ve missed you."

June Connor has posed:
    June shrugs, "Not enough shit in your life now?" she asks. "Been tryin' to stay low. Gotham is bugged like hell," she says. "But I was the one planting the bugs. Figure if I leave them in place, I don't have to worry about figuring out the blind spots. I am guessin' New York has cameras set up, but there's an awful lot of city to cover. There'll be blind spots there, too, but I don't know where they are." She shoves her hands in her pockets. "Babs got this group together, wanted me to be a part, not sure what to call it. She wants to go after top tier, pull the string on the sweater kinda thing." She gives another shrug. "Who knows if it'll work, but they wanted the insider perspective. All of them are vigilantes and SHIELD and shit. None of them got the same inside knowledge. It ain't bein' a superhero," she adds, as if to clarify.

Slipstream has posed:
"So .. you passed up the Avengers to join an all girls superhero group?" Drake smirks at her. "Whatever you call it, it's a superhero group." He grins at her. "You coulda trained under so many cool people like Widow or Hawkeye. But.. as long as you're happy I guess that's all that matters." He says as he scuffs his foot along the ground. "And my life is boring without you in it, honestly. I like fighting ninjas with you. Even saving your life. You make a good damsel in distress."

June Connor has posed:
    "Ouch, burn?" June says with an incredulous look. "I could do with never being called a damsel in distress again," she remarks. "This t-shirt makes me want to hurt kittens, I feel like some suburban college girl. You gotta remember, the Foot knows where the Avengers are, and I don't feel like living in a bubble the rest of my life in order to be safe. You gotta know, they are always gonna come for me. There's a Foot staging house like two blocks from the Avengers Mansion. Don't take it personally. I just gotta do me. Plus, it already cheeses me a little that we are doing stuff with SHIELD agents, would cheese me even more to work /with/ SHIELD. Can you really see me as a government agent?"

Slipstream has posed:
There is a shrug of Drake's shoulders. "I didn't see myself as a video game champion or an Avenger. Sometimes life gives you low hanging fruit and you gotta grab it. You also wouldn't be in danger if you'd cough up the information we wanted to resolve this. Any information woudla been helpful. Maybe it wouldn't have got me stabbed in the chest." Drake lets out a sigh as he rocks his shoulders backwards. "Being a hero is not about always worrying about the bad guy. It's about doing what you gotta do to protect those who can't protect themselves. The Avengers would have protected you, trained you, gave you the skills and resources to combat these wannabes. We could have dealt with this awhile ago if you'd just work with us. Hell, the leader got taken out by a nobody super hero in like ten seconds, and all this time you played up like they were the big bad wolf. They're not. They're normal people in ski masks and pajamas who know Kung Fu. You can't stop the Hulk with Kung Fu. You can't even stop /me/ with Kung Fu. They had to bring like twenty of them or whatever and they got lucky with a sword that got thrown at me. You're only scared because they brainwashed you into thinking they are scary. You just didn't trust me. But you trust strangers who don't care about you instead. That hurts to be honest."

June Connor has posed:
    June deadpans, "It's ninjitsu, not kung fu," she says. "And if Karai got taken out, that's great. You just gotta know, they don't got twenty. They got thousands. Maybe they brainwashed me. Hell, I'm sure they brainwashed me, but it sure fuckin' worked, okay? I'm terrified of them. And I don't trust anyone, Drake. I don't want you in on this because I don't want to see you dead, don't you get it? You may be okay riskin' your life for me, but I'm not okay with it."

Slipstream has posed:
"Kung Fu is easier to say." Drake huffs out as he follows after her. "You don't even trust me?" He asks, his voice a bit wounded at her declaration. "After everything I've gone through for you, you don't trust me?" He gives a halt in his step, followed by kicking the ground a few times with his sneaker. "Would you rather me just peace out and never see you again?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Dammit Drake," June growls, "Stop bein' a pussy, scuffin' your feet on the ground. Stand up straight, shit what am I your mom?" She shakes her head, annoyed and putting her hands on her hips. "It ain't all about you. Okay? Selfish bastard. I'm screwed up. You should know that by now. It ain't you. It ain't that I don't trust /you/ specifically. I just that trustin' isn't one of the things I do, all right? I came out here to see if you were here, not to push you off, or make you mope, or any of that garbage."

Slipstream has posed:
"No, June. It is all about me for a change. This time. All I do is give and give and give and give and fucking give, and in return I get stabbed, shot at, kicked off roofs, beat up by mutant fucking warthogs and /emotionally manipulated/ by a girl that I fell for because I'm a hot mess myself. I never ask for anything out of life. I always jump when someone tells me to. I jump when Mister Stark calls. I jump when Blizzard calls. I jump when you call. When am I not allowed to be selfish? When I am allowed to want something and not feel guilty about it?" Drake fires back at her.

June Connor has posed:
    "I never asked you to jump!" June snaps angrily. "Fuck!" Her voice is loud enough to call some attention by passerbys. She glances at them, then lowers her voice a little. "I never asked for anything from you, Drake. You tracked me down. You tried to /convert/ me. You want me to join the damn paragon of government law enforcement." She gets closer, her finger jabbing at his collarbone with each accusation. "You are upset because I moved to Gotham. All because you want me to be somebody better." Her breath comes hard, her face only inches away. The expression on her face says that she either wants to punch him, or kiss him. It's hard to really say which at the moment.

Slipstream has posed:
"You banged on my window and had me run out to save your dumb friends who got captured. Which by the way was totally sketch and I'm sure you used me to commit a crime." Drake fires back at her. "You came to me with your pity party story and you knew, you /knew/ I would help you, because that's the kinda person I am." He slaps her hand away as she pokes him by the third time. "I'm just tired of this game we play. This cat and mouse shit. Maybe you're right. You're messed up and this is toxic for me." He stares at her, then glances over his shoulder back towards the event. "I'm going to frag some scrubs. At least that makes me happy."

June Connor has posed:
    She pauses..."Okay, I did ask that," she admits with a little less vigor. "Probably the dumbest thing I did, so I'm sorry." She lets out a huff. Following his glance toward the event, here eyes shift, then shift back to him. "I'm not tryin' to play anything," she says. The agreement that she's bad news looks like it stings. She hesitates, then grabs him by the collar, almost violently pulling him toward her to kiss him on the lips briefly, then shoves him back again to his original position. "Go frag your scrubs. I'll leave you alone."

Slipstream has posed:
When he is tugged forward and kissed, Drake doesn't get a chance to respond back in kind, or even pull away. He looks flustered and flabergasted. "Wha--? Are you... serious right now?" He says as his cheeks burn brightly, staring at her for a few moments. "Why did you do that for?" He asks as he runs a hand over his face.

June Connor has posed:
    June doesn't answer for a second. "I dunno," she says. She backpedals, quite literally, taking several steps back in retreat from the conversation. "I should go. I'll stop ruining your life. I'm sorry." She turns around, and starts to briskly walk away, shoving her hands in her pockets.

Slipstream has posed:
There is a loud sigh from Drake as he rolls his shoulders backwards. "I love you too!" He says with a smirk upon his face for a moment before he turns and heads to the event, turning his cap around forward on his head to keep the sun out of his eyes. He has a dopey grin on his face as he walks.