Spoiler Meets Supes

December 28, 2018:

Spoiler meets Superman - With a guest appearance from Captain Cold.

Metropolis

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Fade In…

*

One piece - that's all she needed. One piece and she could continue creating all new toys. That piece would have to wait. It didn't stop the chilling girl from standing outside the Waynetech building, across the street and leaning against a near by tree. Sinking into her heavy coat, she sips from a take-away cup, massive in size, licking across her dark lips chasing after any residue left behind. One piece…she blinks and checks a watch face resting on the underside of her wrist. Time to start counting the hours.

*

Above that position zips a sleek purple and bike skycycle. It slings through the buildings, not as worried about stealth in this town of flying men as it would be in either New York or Gotham. Not that the pilot is hoopin' and hollarin'. Spoiler is just running an obsticle course time route through the buildings on her way toward the Hall of Justice. She skids the flying bike to a stop, almost directly above Lena. Not really knowing the chilly woman is down there, the batling is really just doing a quick stop into what will be a hard acceleration in a completely different direction. She's challenging herself to get as close the building as she can, as quickly as she can, before she just guns it.

*

Superman had just finished saving Metropolis - Once again - From a giant robot. Toyman's doing, really. The guy just doesn't change his game whatsoever. Because of that, Superman has returned to the Hall of Justice in all of his red and blue glory. That S-shield on his chest declaring his inspirational identity, he does notice Spoiler's bike directly on top of Lena, and my oh my, that's so rude!

"Hello!" Superman arrives, perhaps attempting to poke Spoiler's bike to move it gently out from over Lena's head. "Much better." he smiles, tilting his head at Spoiler. "…I'm not entirely certain we've met. But I hope the day goes well for you." a look to Lena. "Sorry about that ma'am."

*

Lena rolls her pale gaze upward, taking another sip from her coffee cup. That color, that sound…oh, she remembered the bike's rider. Smirking, she parts her lips to speak only for 'Hope'man to show up with booming greeting. Shifting off the tree, she steps away and around, head back to look their way more easily. "Oh, no, not at all. I don't own the skies, anyway." Her gaze works down Spoiler before shifting to Superman. A sizing up, she sounds an amused 'hmph', taking another sip.

*

A small oomph escapes Spoiler as she kills the start of the throttle. Her bike hovers backwards as nudged. She rocks forward a bit with the motion before dropping back to her bike's seat and just giving an unseen blink at the kryptonian. Her purple colores lips a tellign flat line that could be anything from annoyance to disapproval to plotting. The symbol on her own chest making it clear from whom she might have learnt the expression as well as where potential allegences may lay.

She looks down at the sound of the familiar-ish voice, optics picking up the face. She takes a moment, looking almost like she's staring, to flick her eyes across her HUD to trigger it to run a quick facial recognition against her various database connections: BatCave, Avengers, and now Justice League.

*

Superman seems to smile softly to Lena. Good, she's not angry. Always good for the Man of Steel to not have to apologize extensively for the manners of another hero. Now, his attention on Spoiler, he tilts his head at her. Aah….one of Bruce's kids. Right. "Well, it might be wise to avoid parking over people heads in the future, young one." he gives her a smile.

Before he comes down to land softly on his feet. "I trust you're hard at work?" he asks Stephanie

*

"She's fine. Really. Better to park above me than right ontop of me." Another sip, she drags her boot back, still watching the pair and giving Superman a bubble of space. He needed it, with that size and cape flapping about? Nursing her cup, she casts a side-long glance toward Waynetech but ultimately settles her attention on the pair.

*

"It was a pivot into a directional change," Spoiler growls in Superman's direction. And it actually sounded a little like a growl too, given that she had on the cape and cowl. Batman technology with it's heartbeat diffuser and voice modulator built into the nomex. Of course, given the size difference, it's about the same as a kitten growling at a great dane; with perhaps a similar result.

"And, I'm always hard at work," she huffs lightly.

*

Clark looks to Lena and gives a bit of a nod. "Oh good. I was worried that you would be very upset. Thank you for being kind and understanding." Clark flashes that classic smile of his in appreciation before he looks to Spoiler. "A directional change that was done poorly." Superman scolds lightly, before he looks up. "Let's continue this conversation a little higher up."

and without a word, Superman flies upwards with speed, eventually landing softly on one of the MANY rooftops of Metropolis, a city he knows very well by now.

*

Again that faint nearly inaudible huff from the blonde batling. As Superman shoots upwards Spoiler gives one last glance at the woman below before accelerating up to meet him. She too touches her bike down on the rooftop near him, staying mounted upon the vehicle.

"I'm still working on those direction changes between buildings," she starts, arms folding over the sigil of the bat, what might be an almost pout on her lips.

*

"Of which I'm certain." Superman crosses his arms as he a sigh exhudes from his lips. "Well, just be careful of how low you ride that thing. You could have knocked that lady right over." Superman was concerned that she was one of Batman's more…reckless 'family' members. But, at least she seemed to have a heart about her. "FOrgive me though, I didn't catch a name. I'm Superman." No shit.

*

The dressing down is met with Spoiler's shoulders coming up and squaring. She inhales, and in many of those other more reckless batlings it would have been a sign of the start of an arguement. From the blonde, the inhale ends in her exhaling slowly on a single slow nod.

"Yes, sir," she says in a tone much more demure than earlier, her voice behind the modulator more controlled than before.

"Spoiler," is the reply to the ask of a name. "I know who you are, Superman," she adds with that vagueness of 'exactly how much has Batman shared with his proteges about the kryptonian?'. She could mean that she knows everything or that she knows exactly as much as any person on the street. "My apologies for earlier. There is little excuse for it," is added.

*

Superman crossed his arms over that S on his chest, but when she seems to take the lesson and his words to heart and allows a lesson to be learned, Clark smiles softly and uncrosses his arms. He hates it when he has to be the one to do the scolding. It's just never been one of those things that he enjoys, even if the scolding changes people for the better.

"Nice to meet you, Spoiler. And don't worry about it, even the best of us makes mistakes." he smiles warmly and tilts his head. "So, how long have you been working with Batman?"

*

"On and off for six years," Spoiler says, actually opting to be up front and honest instead of potentially obtuse about the information. Her head had nodded at him brushing aside the lesson he was seeking to teach. Her own hands on the handles of her bike, the engine in soft 'wait' mode. She keeps her chin up, level to the rooftop, as if meeting Superman's gaze, though with the lead imbedded in the optics of her HUD it's impossible to tell exactly.

*

Superman's eyes visibly widen. "Woah. Six years? You have my admiration and my pity. He's not exactly the…easiest person in the world to work with. Tells me much about your character." he smiles softly to her and while he did try and catch a teeensy little peak at what might be under the mask, it's lead-based. Of course it is. But it doesn't exactly hurt Clark's feelings.

*

Not her design, the outfit, after all. Well, asthetically it is, but the materials not so.

"He is… as he is," she says, back to being vague. But there's the first tell. It's a micro-expression, the tiniest flicker of the start of a grin at the corners of her purple lips. It tells of a fondness, something almost soft there, mixed with the tension of.. well, working for the Batman. It's not an easy life by any stretch. And yet, the ease with which the tension is accepted, in that flicker of a half heartbeat etermity the near-grin is alive on her face, reads of a bit of pride. She, a mere human girl, still in college, feeling insecure about juggling heroing duties with studies and exams and part-time work, blundering her way through a real relationship without the direction of proper parental figures — her own being incarcerated or in yet another round of rehabilitation — she has Superman's admiration. It's no small thing, that, and she knows it. Just at the bottom edge of her cowl, a faint dusting of pink is visible.

"But… thank you."

*

"No kidding." Clark chuckles just a little bit, but he can see the pride flaring in that smile that brings Spoiler's visible features to life. it was a funny thing to see, knowing that a batling other than Nightwing smile. No small thing at all to have the Man of Steel's admiration. Though just as Superman seems to be about to say something, he turns his head sharply, and he sighs. "Well, as much as I would love to continue this conversation, Spoiler, duty calls. The never-ending battle continues!" he gives her a two finger salute and a warm smile, before he's up up and away! flying so fast that if you blink, you'll miss him.

*

"Of course," Spoiler says into that empty space before her. He's gone. She knows this. But, the action might read that either she's aware he'd hear her or that she was just going through the motions. As a batling, the safest bet is the former. With Superman gone, Spoiler kicks in her engines once more and zips away to parts unknown.

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