Owner	Pose
Conner	It is relatively late a Thursday evening and Conner texted Rose to ask if she was at her apartment. He has been scarce lately, with finals looming. Even his half-Kryptonian brain needs to do a large number of book reading and papers. And he never learned that trick of reading at super-speed. At least not the 'memorizing fast' part. But today he has a break, so he confirms Rose is at her home and flies into the living room through the window. Taking a few seconds to make sure Caitlin didn't put that high-tech security alarm she threatened to set. Okay. "Hey, Rosie," he greets.
Rose Wilson	Rose Wilson is concentrating very hard with her bow. She peers at a yellow dummy she set up across the room, near the window. It has a toothy grin stenciled on it's little head, obviously done quickly in pencil or sharpie. She has the bow drawn back and is holding it there, poised carefully, her arm taut and straining to hold the taut wire. She buries her tongue into the side of her mouth while she concentrates, and looks suddenly surprised as Conner flops into the apartment window, "Oh!" she lets out, letting the arrow fly accidentally! It zips across the room toward the dummy and whaps into it, burying itself in the dummy's neck. "God dammit," she groans, obviously not meaning to aim there.
Conner	"A bow, cool," comments Conner. Bows are cool because after seeing Arsenal in action, well, bows are cool. "I sent you a message," he mentions too. Since obviously Rose has not checked the smartphone in the last 15 minutes. Patience is not one of his virtues. But hey, neither is Rose's. "Anyway. I got my first evening free since forever," when forever is about two weeks. But as mentioned, no patience. "I wanted to see you. How goes?"
Rose Wilson	Rose Wilson smirks as she holds the bow at her side, "My Dad can hit this shit blindfolded," she says disappointedly, then quickly adds, "You distracted me though--it's okay. It's fine," she says and then looks from Conner to the dummy, maybe thinking about what her father would say about her aim. "It's fine. I mean, I'm fine. What's goin on?" she wonders, then looks back at him. The arrows are discarded on the floor and she nudges them with her toe, probably thinking about which one is next.
Conner	Conner smirks briefly about the Dad comment. Kal-El can move small planets with his muscles. So he understands about having relatives that make you feel bad by being effortlessly awesome. "I talked to Red Robin about you," replies Conner. "He is the leader of the Outsiders, the team I am on. He is my friend since we were uh... well, we met weeks after I left NOWHERE. So four years and some. He was just Robin back then. He quite is interested in meeting you. I told him Nightwing had trained you, and I think for him that means you are cool."
Rose Wilson	Rose Wilson motions across at the dummy, "Did you tell him my aim is shit?" she wonders, "Yeah, he gave me training. Didn't teach me the bow though. That was Dad. And The Ladies. Used to shoot all the way across the room. Maybe I'm getting soft," she complains, walking over to yank the arrow out of the dummy's neck. It has a hole directly in the adam's apple.
Conner	"You aim is shit?" To be honest Conner mostly has seen her fight with sword or her fists. But... "No, didn't tell him anything about your aim. Just that you could kick ass just fine, and stronger and faster than a normal human. Like Deathstroke." Yeah. He gets compared with Superman a lot. It is not fair, but happens. Rose's outfit is similar to Deathstroke's. She is going to get the same style comparisons. At least she is far prettier, heh. "I don't think you are getting soft. But I think you are getting bored," mentions Conner. "You like fighting, action, and getting an honest job that gives you that kind of activity is difficult. So, come with us and get into trouble, super-hero style."
Rose Wilson	Rose Wilson hmms, "Yeah, you're right about that. Maybe that's why I'm shooting a damn bow in my apartment," she tells him, then flips an arrow off the ground with the toe of her shoe and catches it. She finally looks back at him with more interest and says, "Action? Action! Oh---" she begins and then smirks, "I'm not a superhero..." she says disappointedly.
Conner	Conner laughs, clapping when she does the toe-flipping arrow. "You could be. At least part time. I think you would enjoy most of the superhero life," he mentions. "Not the patrolling, that can get boring. Although if we do it together I am sure it won't be. But the training, with people that actually can keep up with you. And the fellowship, with people who also have powers or special skills. And then the battles," he gets a bit series then. "We gotta talk with Robin, as I am pretty sure he will ask for non-lethal methods. But you can take that as an extra challenge, hmm?"
Rose Wilson	Rose Wilson takes her orange and black mask/helmet and slides it over her head/face, turning back to Conner, "Ravager would be happy to kick ass and take names. These guys are probably hold up in some fancy ass headquarters penthouse with fluffy pillows and shit. They need to go to Singapore," she tells him and then walks back to where she was, "I don't think I actually like Singapore," she comments idly as she eyes the Dummy again, closing one eye omniously as she studies it, as if aiming, "I guess if they can afford Ravager, she can help them out. Hope she doesn't get too annoyed."
Conner	"Singapore..." Conner hand waves. Rose being weird is weird, he should be used. "I have seen the city. Nice and shiny. The team is based in Gotham, though. Not shiny." He shrugs. "Not in this for money either," pause, wait, he has not asked the others. Maybe they get paid? "Actually. Definitely that's something to ask Robin. And now, what do we want for dinner? Want to get out or do we call for food?"