Look! Up In The Sky! It's...Who?
Booster Gold wasn't really generally a man who went on patrol very often. Because, really, Superman likes to do that, and why would I want to take fun away from him?
Okay, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he usually went out flying when he wanted to clear his mind, or just to get a little exercise in. Or escape Gladys and her need for me in the disco thong, he mused as he swooped around over Suicide Slum and turned back towards the New Troy area of Metropolis.
Today he wasn't really avoiding Gladys, though. If anything, he should've been home with Gladys instead of swooping around. She'd gotten sick lately, and Booster was pretty sure that Gladys was coming this close to kicking the bucket. Which is terrible, really. Sprock, she's the closest thing I have to a mother...you know, I'm just not gonna finish that thought.
He swooped around the New Troy area, and everything seemed to be at peace. No Toyman, no Metallo, none of Metropolis' usual rogues. Not even the painfully hot Volcana. Literally painfully hot. Disappointing, really, he mused as he landed on the globe atop the Daily Planet building. He liked to stand in it sometimes, striking a superheroic pose and just whirling around in place as he took in the sights and sounds of Metropolis. It really was his favourite city on Earth. Except for Las Vegas. And maybe Miami. I really like Amsterdam too. Okay, so Booster had a lot of favourite places. You would too if you could fly all over the world.
He waited there for a minute, watching Metropolis, and decided against loitering. He took off again, soaring into the air and doing another circle around Metropolis.
Just in case anything was going on which could take his mind off of Gladys.
As he circled one of the more expensive apartment buildings in New Troy, he heard a little boy call out, "Look Mom, it's Green Lantern!"
Okay, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he usually went out flying when he wanted to clear his mind, or just to get a little exercise in. Or escape Gladys and her need for me in the disco thong, he mused as he swooped around over Suicide Slum and turned back towards the New Troy area of Metropolis.
Today he wasn't really avoiding Gladys, though. If anything, he should've been home with Gladys instead of swooping around. She'd gotten sick lately, and Booster was pretty sure that Gladys was coming this close to kicking the bucket. Which is terrible, really. Sprock, she's the closest thing I have to a mother...you know, I'm just not gonna finish that thought.
He swooped around the New Troy area, and everything seemed to be at peace. No Toyman, no Metallo, none of Metropolis' usual rogues. Not even the painfully hot Volcana. Literally painfully hot. Disappointing, really, he mused as he landed on the globe atop the Daily Planet building. He liked to stand in it sometimes, striking a superheroic pose and just whirling around in place as he took in the sights and sounds of Metropolis. It really was his favourite city on Earth. Except for Las Vegas. And maybe Miami. I really like Amsterdam too. Okay, so Booster had a lot of favourite places. You would too if you could fly all over the world.
He waited there for a minute, watching Metropolis, and decided against loitering. He took off again, soaring into the air and doing another circle around Metropolis.
Just in case anything was going on which could take his mind off of Gladys.
As he circled one of the more expensive apartment buildings in New Troy, he heard a little boy call out, "Look Mom, it's Green Lantern!"