Owner	Pose
June	It's late evening, the Skytrain is not as busy as it usually is, but then, it's Gotham, that usually means the business in less legal categories picks up. A few people getting off a second shift wait at the station, ready for the end of their day. Among them is one man who wears a dress shirt and slacks. He looks fairly clean cut, and he glances at his phone to check the time for the train's arrival.     However, another person who looks to be not at all in the same walk of life is there. That's June. The one with the half shaved head and fire engine red hair. A tight fitting tank top shows her midriff, a footprint tattoo on her left shoulder, and enough piercings to open her own shop. She's thin as a rail, but carries herself as if she's a linebacker. But Gotham isn't known for random people sticking up for strangers, so when she approaches the man in public, her sudden grabbing of his collar is noticed, but nobody seems to want to do anything about it as she starts shuffling him to the side of the station and up against the glass wall that acts as a barrier, looking into the staircase that leads down to the street below. The man finds himself face first into the wall.     "Okay Gerry," June says. "You want to do this hard or really hard?" she asks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Is she mugging him?     "What? Ow! Who are you, get off me!" comes the rather surprised response from the man.
Mon-El	Lar doesn't usually do things like ride the train. Because flying is almost always much faster. But sometimes, he does take the time to do 'normal' Terran things, as Kara often does, to fit in better or maybe to learn to understand the people of Earth in the early 2nd millenium.     As the train rolls to a stop, he starts toward the door of the car he was in, but hears the struggle going on by the station stairs. It looks like a man is getting mugged by a young woman, as she takes his wallet. Though perhaps it isn't as random as it seems, since she appears to know his name. He hesitates a moment, unsure if he should get involved. Sometimes, his lack of understanding of Terran ways and ridiculously overpowered physical strength ended up making matters even worse rather than better. So for the time being he just watches from a distance, waiting to learn more about what exactly is going down here.
June	"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking piece of shit. Where? I want to know where?" June spins him around and against the glass, and knees him in the groin. Other pedestrians start to stray away from the altercation as he falls to the ground. June rifles through the wallet, tossing credit cards and license to the ground carelessly, business cards...she takes those. No cash in the wallet, and the empty leather holder is cast to the ground as well. She kicks him in the ribs viciously, and then in the face, causing a spray of blood to come from his nose.     "Ow my nose! You broke my nose!" he complains, and the young woman, who is ironically much smaller than her target, reaches down and heaves him up by the collar. She stuffs her hand in his shirt pockets and then front pockets, tossing out his keys and then... pulls out a roll of money. She looks down at it, and studies it, and shakes it in his face. "Yeah. That's what I thought," she says, tapping him on the forehead. "So you already made the drop. I want to know the location. Or you gonna tell me you forgot where the 'cargo' was delivered?" the word is used in a way that might indicate there's a double meaning for it.     "Wait. How would you know about that?" Gerry answers. "Who the hell are you anyway?"     "I'm the girl that's gonna make sure it's a closed casket," she says. "Unless I get a location really really fast." She pulls a kunai from inside of her belt, the small sharp blade spinning on her finger from a ring.
Mon-El	Lar watches as the woman starts to beat the man up and demand information. He glances around, searching first to see if there were any other hero types about looking like they were ready to handle the situation. But upon seeing no one else interested, he finally decides to intervene.     In a flash and a blur of movement, he is suddenly standing between June and Gerry. At first glance, he just appears to be a random person as he is just wearing street clothes, but what kind of random Joe Blow could move like that? "Excuse me, ma'am but what seems to be the problem here?" he asks, almost sounding like an employee trying to help someone with the self check outs at a retail store.
June	The action certainly takes both the man and June by surprise. June jumps back, instantly taking a far more formal fighting pose, eyes shocked wide as she looks up at Lar. "The fuck are you?" she asks. "Man, you get out of the way, I don't got time for some mutant show-off bullshit," she declares, having no idea who Lar is, but making assumptions quickly based on the fast movement. After all, statistically, he's most likely a mutant.     "She's mugging me!" Gerry declares. "She took my money!" He reaches up and points at the wad of cash in her right hand, the kunai in her left.     "I'm not mugging you," June answers, glancing down briefly at Gerry, her attention more on Lar, still. "Okay, well, kinda," she concedes with a tilt of her head to the side, "but we both know that's not what this is about."
Mon-El	"Lar Gand." Lar replies with full honesty to the question of who he is. "And I'm not a mutant." he corrects her assumption. He glances at Gerry as he insists she's mugging him, but it definitely seems the mugging isn't the point of this whole confrontation. While she assumes a defensive stance, he doesn't seem to assume any stance at all, in fact he just appears to be standing there very casually as if they were just having a normal conversation.     He folds his arms and a brow goes up at her. "And what exactly -is- this about, then?"
June	"Okay, weird ass name," June says, clearly not one to be concerned with feelings. "But whatever, you're in my way. And really, you probably don't wanna know what this is about. Gerry, you wanna tell him what this about?" she asks, as if he's the one to take the cost if it's revealed.     "I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't do anything," he insists.     "Oh yeah?" June says. "Emily Braaten and Lindsey Covington, those names don't ring a bell? The girls you just SOLD? Or did you forget their names already?" she asks, arching her brow.     "I didn't sell any girls!" the man argues back a little panicked. "You got the wrong guy!"
Mon-El	Lar sighs. Oh -great-. Another one of these. He's not exactly the best equipped to deal with stuff like this. Gerry is probably lying. But according to him, beating him up doesn't do the world any good. Scaring him without beating him up might be a better idea. "Further perpetuating the pain and suffering he's causing doesn't do anyone any good." he tells June.     Then he turns to Gerry suddenly, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and holding him over the edge of the top of the stairs with one arm. "So, how about you give this lady here the drop location she was asking for?"
June	June...well, she's dumbfounded at the remarkable ease with which Lar picks up Gerry and holds him extended over the stairs. "Oh shit," she audibly...compliments? She takes a moment, and regains her composure. "See, this is Superman's cousin, apparently," June says to Gerry. "He's nicer than me."     "Whoa! Whoa!" Gerry pleads. "They weren't for those guys, they were just dropping them to the end client," he blurts out. "I was just a pass thru! I didn't know what it was about!"     "Bull shit," June spits back. "I want two things: One, Give me the dock number, and two, who you're answering to as a pass thru." She points the kunai at him, as if somehow that adds to the threat of a terribly far fall down the steps.
Mon-El	When Gerry still doesn't cough up, Lar adjusts the man's position a bit, holding him not over the stairs, but instead over the railing that protects travelers from falling off of the Skytrain station platform and down onto the pavement below. "You heard her." he says, his tone serious. Would he really drop him? Superman's cousin, maybe, but he is certainly no Superman.
June	"She'll kill me!" He begs.     "Wait, she? You tellin' me this ring is run by a woman?" June looks a little horrified. "Oh, you are SO talking because she might kill you if she finds out, but I'll most certainly kill you if I don't. I ain't Batman. I don't do cops. You either walk a free man now or you die now."     "Paxton, okay! Sandy Paxton! She's been running the whole thing. She picks them out, she lures them in, it's her whole thing.     June looks... unsettled. "You're full of it. That can't be right. I'm tired of this, you can drop him," she suggests to Lar, as if somehow he's her henchman, and not randomly helping her in this situation.     "NO NO!" he begs, but doesn't offer any new information.
Mon-El	Well Lar may as well be her henchman for the moment, as he isn't exactly an underworld expert, as much as he can see through everything except lead, fly faster than a jet plane and bench press semis. He shrugs and drops the man...     ...and allows him to fall to about six inches above the pavement before flying down and grabbing him abruptly again and bringing him back up, still holding him by the back of his shirt but this time hovering in the air a few feet in front of June but not quite over the platform itself. It's useful, being able to fly faster than terminal velocity on most planets.
June	Gerry screams as he falls from the platform, his shirt tearing a little as he's caught by it and dragged back up. June, once again, is a little dumbfounded. "Wait... are you Superman?" she asks. She's seen pictures of the Man of Steel, but...you know, she's never met him in person, and even though Lar doesn't look just like him, maybe she's wrong.     Gerry is crying like a baby. "No no, please! I told you everything!" he wails.     June, however, seems more distracted at the fact that the man helping her can fly. This certainly isn't an every day event.
Mon-El	"Nope." Lar replies to June's question about whether he's Superman, still holding Gerry with one hand. "I don't think so. You forgot the names of whoever you delivered to, the dock number, uh..." he glances at June. "What else did you ask for?"     Back at Gerry. "Look," he says, putting some kind of device in his pocket. "If you're scared of your employer, you can use that to contact the Legion, we will protect you, if you give Miss Half Hair here the information she's looking for. Deal?"
June	"The wha?" June echoes. "Oh, right. The dock number, and if you're shitting me about Sandy, I'll personally come shove this right up your ass," she holds up the kunai. "And no, I'm not being metaphorical.     Gerry looks at the device, and then at Lar, and then June. "23-A," he says, "And no, I mean it, it's Sandy," he reaches up to grab Lar's wrist as if to support himself in case he gets released again.     June looks very displeased with the info, but doesn't push further. "Don't let her know," she warns him. "Just keep actin' like everything is normal, but now, you're gonna let me know any time she plans to collect somebody," she says. "Or you know." She gives a jabbing up motion of the kunai, to remind of her recent threat.
Mon-El	Once June seems to be satisfied with the information given, Lar moves back over the station platform and drops Gerry unceremoniously onto the floor before touching back down himself. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it? A lot better than working for this Sandy Paxton, right? What has she ever done for you, anyway? Well, other than threaten to kill you if you gave any information away."
June	"Y-yessir," Gerry scrambles to his feet, the bell ringing on the train. It's leaving in a moment. He scrambles up and runs to the open tram, shoving past an older gentleman desperately, and finding his seat on the lit interior. Of course, he can't see them anymore because of the light differential, and he runs his fingers through his hair as it takes off down the line.     June almost casually watches him leave, and then looks back at Lar. "So. Um... yeah?" she smiles a remarkably amused grin, her head tilting down and eyes looking up at Lar. "Thanks. Um, Lar, right?" she says.
Mon-El	Lar watches Gerry go, deciding that he is adequately spooked and definitely less likely to keeping working with this Paxton woman, or at least more prone to actually doing what was just demanded of him. He smirks slightly and turns back to June. "Yeah." he confirms as she does recall his name correctly. "And what about you? What's your name?" he asks.
June	"June," she says, giving Lar a once over. "So, you can fly, super speed, and I'm guessing at least SOME super strength. But /not/ Superman," she observes, as if trying to figure him out. She leans back against the railing. "But you right the sky train." It definitely adds a question mark to the end of her assessment, and she looks as if she's trying to figure it out behind her blue eyeshadow.
Mon-El	"June." Lar says, putting out a hand for a shake. "Good to meet you." he chuckles. "Yeah, I know it is a little strange, but sometimes I try to do some things that Terrans typically do even if it doesn't benefit me much. It's all part of getting to know the culture of a planet, and therefore understanding its people better. In this case, the planet Earth of the early second millenium. Which is a fair bit different, because it was before you became more involved the galactic community." As in, before the United Planets. "But it's nice, in a lot of ways."
June	June looks at the hand for a moment, as if gauging a risk factor, and then takes it. "Galactic community. Yeah I think most aliens would probably put a 'do not enter' sign on us if they saw us. We're all batshit crazy here," she observes. "Yours truly not withstanding. So uh, I gotta go save some stupid teenagers who are too dumb to know they just threw their lives away," she says. "Unless you wanna do that, too," she says, not about to turn down a highly powered person's help.
Mon-El	"'Batshit crazy' huh?" Lar repeats the phrase, giving her hand a firm shake and then letting go. "Interesting, I don't think I've heard that one before." he remarks. "Anyway, honestly you're not any more crazy than almost every other civilization I've encountered out there. Everyone has their own messes. They may be different kinds of messes, but messes all the same."     He shakes his head. "Sometimes, it's best people like me avoid getting involved in those kinds of situations. Not that I don't want to help, but sometimes others are just better equipped to handle that stuff." he smiles amicably. "Good luck, though."