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Train-surfing, or Bored Teen Hero at Play [Open]

WHO: Kid Flash (Bart Allen) and YOU!!!
WHERE: Anywhere there's a railroad
WHEN: First Week of October
WHAT: Riding the open rails the wrong way!
WARNINGS: Teenage stupidity, possibly reckless endangerment, will edit if needed

[ooc: Catch Bart anywhere high-speed or light rail is found, because he gets around]

One of the nice things Bart had found out about the way the nanites interacted with the 'net on this Earth was that when he didn't feel like running between places or trusting his luck to the Porters, he could pull up bus and train schedules at a thought, and read as quickly as he wants. Which is what leads to Kid Flash going train-surfing.

Sure, he could have gotten a ticket and rode inside, but on top of the train, he could feel the wind in his face in a way that tended to fade when he ran as his frictionless aura shielded him from pesky things like air resistance and heat. Besides, balancing on trains was fun, and getting on and off took a little timing and precision. Not to mention any fans that caught him on video will enjoy the thrill of it, without actually endangering anyone or spending every free moment catching purse-snatchers and other petty criminals. He does that, too, but this is just about the joy of the moment.

Kid Flash can't help the tight-lipped smile that keeps threatening to turn into a full-fledged grin as he shifts his weight in reaction to the movement of the car beneath him, a map of the rails with current track schedules and timings kept current on an internalized heads-up-display. And when he notices that he isn't alone anymore, that grin is realized, amber eyes lighting up behind the mask.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

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Superboy sees him looking and drops toward him, letting himself hit freefall, grinning the whole way.

Some thirty feet up, his telekinesis kicks in and slows him, and he chuckles. At ten feet, he stops, and hovers over his friend, grinning.

"Hey, you. Enjoying the surfing?"

"Well, this way I don't have to get wet," he points out, grinning up at Kon. "You tell me, brah."

Of course he's enjoying the surfing. It's not the challenge it might be in a larger city with all the different levels and bridges and the like, and it's no challenge to get the track schedules.

"Just felt like doing something relatively slow. And yet still a rush."

He shakes his head as he smiles as Bart, slowly sinking to be at his friend's level.

"As long as you're here, its always a good day, Brah." He let his mouth roll the r in the word just because and laughed.

"Nothing wrong with that. I made myself put together a 3-D puzzle the other day. It was a challenge, but fun."

"With the telekinesis or without?" Bart had to ask, even as he shifts to give his friend room on the roof of the train. "I still remember Max threatening me with slow-drying cement for the model kits."

"Without. Though it was very tempting, especially toward the end." He shakes his head. He has not been a very patient man, most of his life.

"Oh god, I remember you talking about that."

He chuckles.

"He really wanted me to appreciate the slow stuff."

Which Bart never truly appreciated at the time.

"Sometimes the pieces really don't want to stay where they're supposed to be."

"Which is hard. Always hard." Usually. But worth it? Maybe.

"That's a fact. they almost ended up in orbit. I never knew models were designed by Lex Luthor, but I am beginning to think they were."

"Good thing you inherited his genius, then, right?" Not that either of them really like to think about just what Luthor really gave Kon. "Between his and Clark's, you should have it made."

He winces, then shrugs. "Sometimes, I think so, sometimes, not." He rubs his chin, wondering if it was a good thing. Wondering if he would ever feel smart.

"I hope so. Sometimes I feel really slow."

"Well, when you have someone like Tim around, it's hard to feel smart in comparison, right?"

He knows Conner is quick on his feet, even if they both have problems with feeling like they've made the right decision in their actions.

"And some days you can just about keep up with me."

He laughs at that. "I keep up with you because we run in the same groove. " Speed Force, Superhuman, cloned genetics, whatever it was, they had it, and somehow it worked.

"This place isn't too bad, I think. And its an okay stop on our path. Like the 31st century was."

"I kinda wish I had gotten to stop by my mom, though."

It's one of those things, the way their world keeps them apart and throws them together.

"But, yeah, it's not so bad here. Although it's weird finding out Iris is seeing someone. He's okay, it's just, well, alternate version of my grandmother living with a guy who isn't an alternate of my grandpa. Crazy."

What are their lives, when this isn't huge? He has no idea.

"I always wanted to meet her, too. From what you say, she sounds amazing." Even when he was there longer, Conner never got a chance.

"She's what? That is weird." Conner blinks and shakes his head.

"I think this world is fine, but it's odd." He smiles ruefully, thinking about the people he has met.

"I mean, we time travel, and world travel, and we face gods, and we deal with future versions of ourselves and..."

"Yeah, definitely odd," Bart agreed. "But, hey, I think we all could use some kind of down-time, and while there's definitely weirdness afoot, there hasn't been anything like the last few years."

He really hopes there won't by any of those any time soon. Avoiding haunted houses because he doesn't want to be surprised by the undead is definitely one of his goals for the month.

"I totally have to introduce you, though. To Iris, I mean. She's definitely not the evil past version of herself or anything. And I just have to deal with the whole family-but-not-exactly bit on my end."

A pause. "Anything good with you?"

"I'm glad for the lack of world-ending madness, here. It's a nice break." They had been through a lot, okay?

"And I will gladly meet her. And me? Mostly just settling into a job, registering for being in university in the Spring, and trying to get along with roommates and this world's people."

He chuckles.

"Mostly, quiet, so far."

"I should be ready for enrolling in the Spring, too. Assuming the GED scores aren't a problem," Bart said. He wonders if he should have maybe made some mistakes, or gone slower, or something.

"Still thinking about getting a place of your own? I kinda feel bad when I have nightmares. Doesn't seem right to disturb anyone else."

"Sounds like a plan. And I am sure you will be just fine." He believed in Bart. Bart was smart, and strong, and would figure it out.

"Yeah, I am, and yeah, me too." he still had nightmares of Warworld and Apocalypse from the war. He shivered, and nodded again.

"You are welcome to join me in this endeavor."

"I'd feel better having a responsible adult, but if they're going to treat you like one," Bart teases, letting a turn cause a balance check and half-falling against the other teen. "The funny thing is that of the two of us, I actually remember being old enough to drink. But adulting is hard, which probably explains some of that."

Given the choice, he would have come back to the world the age he'd left, but he doesn't exactly regret those five years, either, what he remembers of them.

"Although after all this time, maybe you'd be sick of having me for a roommate. I mean, you know how much I eat."

Kon laughs, and makes a face at Bart, "Gods know why, I mean, it's me, right?" He shakes his head. This world has problems.

"Adulting sucks. I have a job and have to show up on time and handle money and stuff." Whoever said that was fun had no clue.

Kon snerks. "No. You're my friend, as close to a brother as I will ever have. You're stuck with me."

"Tell me about it. Rent and bills and stuff. It's no wonder you keep hearing that advice about enjoying your youth while it's there," Bart grumbles.

"Well, if we're almost family, that means you have to meet my almost-grandma."

He finds himself often at a loss as to who he is, an what to be, but some things are certain to him, such as his friend, and where he belongs. That he knows without a doubt.

"Of course. especially if there is food in it." He grins, unabashedly. But he also would be scoping out Bart's new family member to make sure she was on the up and up.

"Hey, no getting suspicious of the fine, outstanding member of the newspaper community," Bart said, punctuating that with a mild smack of annoyance. "She's really nice, even if a lot of things are really different."

A pause. "I guess it might be like suddenly meeting a Clark in his teens or something."

Kon laughs, then grins at Bart. "If you say so. I will do my best."

Kon nods, and winces. "I did that once, did I ever tell you? Between times with Young Justice and the Titans. The whole Hypertime thing. Met young Clark. That's how I found out the identity. It was weird."

The whole ride had been insane.

"I hate time travel, sometimes," Bart grumbled. "I can't really imagine going back that far, or having one of my family come forward. I mean, it happens, but considering how little Grandpa Barry has stopped moving since he came back..."

Bart wishes it hadn't felt like most of it was to avoid him. But then Barry had saved him from the black ring.

"I wonder if we really could do normal."

"I don't know, Bart. Normal is something I tried. It didn't stick."

He shakes his head.

"In fact, I've tried it multiple times, and every time... it didn't work. I won't begrudge you if you wanted to try, but I think I'll stick with what works for me."

He nods. Being normal is a pipe dream for Kon.

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