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[suburbanspoiler]

Spoiler is heading nowhere in particular as she swings through Gotham's skyscrapers. She stays well above the bustle below. Usually she enjoys the stir of the city, but she needs the silence of the stars, the wind in her wake.

She went too far today and she knows it.

He's a grade A loser, Steph. He deserved everything he got. Think about

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[mutant_gi_jesus]

Cable watched, mostly impassively, as a young girl in a mask and cape came hurtling out of the sky, firing a rope at nearby tree on her way down. Only once she landed did he allow himself to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Nice outfit."

[suburbanspoiler]

That isn't the response she was expecting, and she stares a bit as she pulls her line free. "Um. Thanks. Made it myself."

As she winds the line, "...Do a lot of people fall from the sky around here?"

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"Depends what you call a lot," he told her dryly. "It's not an everyday occurrence, no."

[suburbanspoiler]

"So you're just..." She waves her free hand a bit. "The unflappable sort. Gotcha."

Her eyes sweep the beach again, never quite leaving the man in front of her.

"So where is here, exactly?"

[liestobatman]

Capes aren't exactly an island trend, and he doubts anyone else would wear that shade of purple--eggplant--if they were. It still takes a moment to mean something when Tim spots her, sand sticking to his damp feet as he wanders up the beach and rubs his hair a little dryer.

Swimming's the best exercise he can get here, without enough buildings to really fly--but the cape, the color, the line, they don't feel strange to spot at first, until the context layers in and there's no sense in it. The Spoiler is gone.

"Steph," he calls cautiously, moving out of her blind spot as he draws closer.

[suburbanspoiler]

Stephanie whirls around, too shocked and pleased to be mad about him using her real name.

"Tim! Thank God." She starts to dash over to him, only to be yanked back by her jumpline. With a rueful groan she yanks it out of the tree, and then she's focused on Tim again.

"I was in mid-jump when - everything just changed. What's going on?"

[liestobatman]

His laugh surprises him, wheezes out a little painfully but is still there, helpless at the sight of her. Not just Stephanie but Spoiler, someone younger and sloppier and maybe--maybe happier than the person he left in Gotham.

This place is so ridiculous, so complicated, but he thinks he could get a handle on it if he could just figure out what it wants from him. Stephanie, mid jump, from god knows when. "How far did you fall," he asks, biting his lip, then not, as he steps closer and eyes her more closely. "Are you hurt?"

[suburbanspoiler]

She has a ridiculous urge to stick her tongue out at him, but the mask would ruin the effect anyway. It is, however, creased by her grin. She always loves hearing him laugh.

As weak as it is, and that just makes her worry about this entire thing more.

"Nah, I was coming down when it happened. Would have gotten some bad bruises if it weren't for that tree, though."

[notaparker]

It's been kind of a rough month. Mostly because it feels like I've lived more than that in the last week, given the time dilating dream shenanigans I ended up engaged in last week. As much as having my powers back -- the one silver lining to that otherwise rain and lightning swollen cloud -- was nice, it just makes losing them again sting all the harder.

Especially right now, when all of a sudden there's people in capes falling out of the sky, wrenching an undignified squawk of surprise out of my mouth.

Not having spider-sense any more is going to give me such a bad rep.

"...tell me you didn't just come from a space station."

[suburbanspoiler]

Stephanie tilts her head as she yanks down her line. "I think I'd be a bit more, y'know, singed."

[notaparker]

"Not if it had already plummeted through the atmosphere and was moments away from squashing all of us flat," I say, and actually crane my head upwards to make sure I'm not tempting fate.

But what are the chances of that happening twice?

No, that's tempting fate, too; this place doesn't exactly work on the traditional set of probabilities, after all.

"Um, never mind. So... I don't have any money, if that hood means you're, like, an actual hood."

It wouldn't be the stupidest supervillain name and conceit I'd ever run into. I mean, c'mon: The Shocker?

[suburbanspoiler]

Okay, that gets a snicker. "That'd be kind of on the nose, huh? No, I'm the opposite. I go by Spoiler." Which is kind of on the nose too, really, but she's always been the straight-forward type.

"And I don't think I'd be much good against a space station, but I'll be happy to swing us out of here if any doom starts looming."

[capable_of]

Lex had been walking towards the beach, taking the long route to the compound to return some books to the bookshelf. He knew he really should be used to people appearing out of thin air in front of him by now but it still managed to take him by surprise.

He paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the costume the girl was wearing and automatically had a bad feeling about this. Lex and costumes never seemed to mix after all and he wondered if she would called him Mr. President or a clone. He'd gotten both before.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a bored tone, wishing there was someone else around to witness this spectacular entrance so he didn't have to do anything about it.

[suburbanspoiler]

Stephanie can't help but stare, because he looks exactly like President Luthor if someone shaved years off, and oh god what a terrible pun.

"...Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." Well, her arm aches a bit, and she has no idea where she is, and she might well be having some kind of hallucination mid-swing, but, you know, otherwise...

"Um. You wouldn't happen to be a Luthor, would you?" Is this some kind of government conspiracy? That could be exciting.

[capable_of]

Well that answered that question. Lex gave a heavy but annoyed sigh before he answered.

"I'm not just a Luthor. I'm Lex Luthor." He paused to let that sink in. "So is your next question going to be 'Are you a clone?' or 'What are you doing here, Mr. President?'" He asked dryly, since she didn't seem to be hurt. As annoyed as he was, he might as well get some amusement from this conversation.

[suburbanspoiler]

"...Oh." That's all she can say, at first, and she stares at him for another moment before just openly peering at him.

"Let's go with time travel, just to be different."