Application for Superboy, DC comics
One minute, Kon had been heading at top-speed from down at a bash in Metropolis towards Imp's comm. signal, wondering what the heck Imp had done to upset Arrowette now--
--and the next minute he was about a hundred feet up, hovering over what looked like... the inside gates to a theme park? //Looks a lot like Funseyland, but what's with the giant mouse? It's a cat, isn't it?// Eh. His pop culture knowledge still came and went. Maybe he was thinking about the wrong park.
No matter about that, talk about freakish, the sky'd been clear in front of him!
He hung where he'd arrived, watching things, seeing a few people moving inside, but the place looked almost deserted... and if he looked out, there was just... nothing. Really nothing. //...Is this somewhere like Kandor? ...Can't be, still got my powers....//
//I don't like this...// He chewed on his lip as he stayed right where he was, until he saw the giant mouse in the giant shoes and suspender-shorts standing down there looking up. It wasn't acting dangerous, so after a minute or two, he decided he might as well go down and mostly lit, toes and ball of one booted foot on the ground, other foot still drawn up in case he decided to go vertical again.
He eyed the giant chattering mouse, then shrugged when it acted friendly and shook hands. Kind of freaky to be shaking hands with a mouse--even he was pretty sure mice weren't supposed to have thumbs! The giant white gloves were definitely not as cool as his red ones. //A mouse in shorts and shoes isn't as weird as some of the Ravers... really, it isn't...//
The randomly-appearing cat, on the other hand, managed to make Kon jump and yelp. "I am not crazy, despite what Rob says!"
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Superboy, dude! Or Kon. You can call me either one, it's all good." //Kon-El, really, but that's private...// He was kind of surprised the mouse didn't recognize the red and yellow "S"-shield on his chest, but then, he didn't recognize the mouse, either. And since this was pretty obviously the mouse's home turf...
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"I'm gonna be better than Superman. That's all the quest I need." He checks the fit of the jacket, settling the leather across his shoulders more comfortably.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
Kon blinks behind the shades, thinking something about that sounded familiar, but... "Three wishes? Gimme a sec. Um... Tana back, safe and alive and real--and not evil!" Thinking about Tana hurts, but he'd give anything to have her back. "T'not have to worry about dodging people that want to stick me back in school." //To be able to grow up...// He shifted, reaching up to rub at the gold hoop in his ear uncertainly as he thought about what a last wish should be. "And for Young Justice to always be together--maybe for Rob to not be such a pain."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"If I really can't give 'em any more? 'Sorry, dude, no can do! Not my rules'." //That thing is creeping me o~out...//
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
//Revolution? Oh, great....// In what he'd heard, those really weren't good things.
"I can fly. And it's really hard to hurt me. And I'm really good at heavy lifting. And I can fight if I need to. Think that's enough to get me food?" He wasn't sure what else to say if it wasn't, but it ought to be, right? He ran a hand through the fuzz at the back of his neck, then up into his hair, careful of the curl.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"All? Sorry, that's probably not going to fly, huh?" Kon bit his lip, thinking that over, and nodded after a minute. "Milk chocolate, if I have to pick. But it's chocolate."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"...None of the above? I mean, most robots suck, just ask anyone! Stupid android Supermen and stupid Metallo and stupid Toyman's toys and--" He stopped, taking a breath. "But Reddy's real cool, even if he does have to act like our dad, so... And Rob gave me the whole spiel about pirates not being like the movies--total drag there. Fairies? Okay, maybe fairies are possible. 'Cause I haven't run into any of those yet. Bears? Boooring. And ninjas suck and are creepy and pains in the butt to fight. Monkeys aren't cool either, especially after that thing in the Savage Lands. Vampires? Ew, blood-drinking creatures of the night... I mean, that whole 'I vant to suck your bluuud' thing? Utterly uncool. And I guess humans are kind of cool. Most of the time. Most of them. Except the crazy ones."
"So I guess if I gotta it's fairies and humans."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Um... no, don't think so..." Carrying the sharp stuff is Rob's job, dangit. //He's gonna be so pissed when I don't get there to stop whatever's goin' on...//
((The Superboy here is taken from Young Justice. Or, in other words, two or three years before Tim and Rose's time period. Yes, I have permission (pleading) from all muns involved to break their character's brains.))
--and the next minute he was about a hundred feet up, hovering over what looked like... the inside gates to a theme park? //Looks a lot like Funseyland, but what's with the giant mouse? It's a cat, isn't it?// Eh. His pop culture knowledge still came and went. Maybe he was thinking about the wrong park.
No matter about that, talk about freakish, the sky'd been clear in front of him!
He hung where he'd arrived, watching things, seeing a few people moving inside, but the place looked almost deserted... and if he looked out, there was just... nothing. Really nothing. //...Is this somewhere like Kandor? ...Can't be, still got my powers....//
//I don't like this...// He chewed on his lip as he stayed right where he was, until he saw the giant mouse in the giant shoes and suspender-shorts standing down there looking up. It wasn't acting dangerous, so after a minute or two, he decided he might as well go down and mostly lit, toes and ball of one booted foot on the ground, other foot still drawn up in case he decided to go vertical again.
He eyed the giant chattering mouse, then shrugged when it acted friendly and shook hands. Kind of freaky to be shaking hands with a mouse--even he was pretty sure mice weren't supposed to have thumbs! The giant white gloves were definitely not as cool as his red ones. //A mouse in shorts and shoes isn't as weird as some of the Ravers... really, it isn't...//
The randomly-appearing cat, on the other hand, managed to make Kon jump and yelp. "I am not crazy, despite what Rob says!"
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Superboy, dude! Or Kon. You can call me either one, it's all good." //Kon-El, really, but that's private...// He was kind of surprised the mouse didn't recognize the red and yellow "S"-shield on his chest, but then, he didn't recognize the mouse, either. And since this was pretty obviously the mouse's home turf...
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"I'm gonna be better than Superman. That's all the quest I need." He checks the fit of the jacket, settling the leather across his shoulders more comfortably.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
Kon blinks behind the shades, thinking something about that sounded familiar, but... "Three wishes? Gimme a sec. Um... Tana back, safe and alive and real--and not evil!" Thinking about Tana hurts, but he'd give anything to have her back. "T'not have to worry about dodging people that want to stick me back in school." //To be able to grow up...// He shifted, reaching up to rub at the gold hoop in his ear uncertainly as he thought about what a last wish should be. "And for Young Justice to always be together--maybe for Rob to not be such a pain."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"If I really can't give 'em any more? 'Sorry, dude, no can do! Not my rules'." //That thing is creeping me o~out...//
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
//Revolution? Oh, great....// In what he'd heard, those really weren't good things.
"I can fly. And it's really hard to hurt me. And I'm really good at heavy lifting. And I can fight if I need to. Think that's enough to get me food?" He wasn't sure what else to say if it wasn't, but it ought to be, right? He ran a hand through the fuzz at the back of his neck, then up into his hair, careful of the curl.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"All? Sorry, that's probably not going to fly, huh?" Kon bit his lip, thinking that over, and nodded after a minute. "Milk chocolate, if I have to pick. But it's chocolate."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"...None of the above? I mean, most robots suck, just ask anyone! Stupid android Supermen and stupid Metallo and stupid Toyman's toys and--" He stopped, taking a breath. "But Reddy's real cool, even if he does have to act like our dad, so... And Rob gave me the whole spiel about pirates not being like the movies--total drag there. Fairies? Okay, maybe fairies are possible. 'Cause I haven't run into any of those yet. Bears? Boooring. And ninjas suck and are creepy and pains in the butt to fight. Monkeys aren't cool either, especially after that thing in the Savage Lands. Vampires? Ew, blood-drinking creatures of the night... I mean, that whole 'I vant to suck your bluuud' thing? Utterly uncool. And I guess humans are kind of cool. Most of the time. Most of them. Except the crazy ones."
"So I guess if I gotta it's fairies and humans."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Um... no, don't think so..." Carrying the sharp stuff is Rob's job, dangit. //He's gonna be so pissed when I don't get there to stop whatever's goin' on...//
((The Superboy here is taken from Young Justice. Or, in other words, two or three years before Tim and Rose's time period. Yes, I have permission (pleading) from all muns involved to break their character's brains.))