Finishing touches

[tim_drake_robin]

Open crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of

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[krypton_or_bust]

"No way."

Positioned as if reclining on a couch, Connor floated 5 feet above the immediate area where Tim was working. Half his concentration was on a game he was playing on his smart phone.

"Leslie Tompkins."

[tim_drake_robin]

Tim slid partly out of the wall to give Connor an incredulous eye.

"Dude, she's almost my mom. No. Way."

He wiped a smear of grease off his cheek, or at least he tried. It ended up more like a smear.
Annoyed, he retrieved a rag to do a better job of removal.

"Blackfire."

[krypton_or_bust]

Looking up from his game,

"Hell. Yes."

[tim_drake_robin]

Tim grabbed a bottle of water and chugged half of it before returning to the opening in the wall.

"You sure? You know she'd like kill you afterwards, or make you her slave or something."

[king_marvel]

"Okay, panic mode starting in 5, 4, 3...." CM3 his mind, digging up as much of Solomon's wisdom as he could. Kon-El gave off a telekinetic aura that would normally flag a metahuman a mile away. And as much as he despised asking, he could only help at the moment.

"You're not panicking you know. Because one of us has to keep it together, sooooo...I'm in the driver's seat on this one. Quarterbacking y'know?" He hovered in mid-air, closing his eyes to clear out any disturbances and then...

"There. Got him" With an arc, CM3 slowly approached the glow, trying to find the best way to announce himself.

[tim_drake_robin]

Proximity of an incoming flying object. Yeah Robin's got the place set up to pick up on that kind of thing.

"Company. Go take a look and I'll shut down thing here."

Not waiting Tim hurries to stow the suspicious looking pieces of tech. In a few moments, the place just looks like in the middle of a really enthusiastic remodeling job.

[krypton_or_bust]

Skipping three steps at a time, Connor heads up the stair well. He slips his glasses on and shoulders a 'Gotham High' varsity jacket to complete the look. A moment later he reaches the roof access and looks skyward.

"What the ...?"

[king_marvel]

"That didn't take long!" "Well, hate to say it, but we ARE kinda bright up here...Hang on, I've got it. Distraction going in..." CM3 notes the sound of heavy footsteps, and Superboy's aura getting brighter.

The figure shimmers for a moment, and goes opaque, reforming itself into a more familiar shape.