maskormenacelogs | 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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"What do you mean as far as super-proofing? I really don't think we can lead-line the bathroom."

"I meant, refitting it with stronger materials, when and if we can." Kon just wants to make sure he doesn't break things, okay?

"Sure," Bart agreed. "I can get down with that. I mean, I really hope the imPort housing is reinforced since not everyone has experience with powers when they get here."

And having a gaming room and space would be nice. "Pretty sure we can make this work. Maybe even find a place with a yard. You can have chickens."

Okay, he's teasing about the last, mostly. Although he doesn't mind animals.

"I hope so, but, you know, I want to be sure." He has not always had a lot of forethought. H is trying now.

Kon laughs. "Maybe not chickens. They're mean. But corn or wheat, maybe."

"I've read they can be better if you hand-rear them and handle them a lot. No idea, though. I had a dog for a while, but that's pretty much it. And I don't know if the soil's right for grains in Florida."

But there's plenty to think about.

"I expect we can think of something to keep accidental damage down. And if we're not up to it, there are some smart people around."

"We can get the right kind of soil, and there is winter seed that can be used." He nods. He did learn a little about this stuff.

"I'm sure we will. Yeah, Might call Oracle and see if she is willing to give advice."

"Besides, you aren't the only one with superstrength who might benefit. A certain Spider is kinda reluctant to talk about it, though." And he still worries about the guy.

"If you want. I bet David would love some access to organic produce."

"True. And oh yeah? That's cool. and why? Maybe we can talk to him." Kon has known others reluctant to talk. It is always very odd to him.

Kon arches an eyebrow. "David? Which one is that?" Wait, didn't he meet a David?

"Is that the supersmart guy? I think I met him."

"Someone unmasked him in his world, and he's still dealing with the mental fallout of being branded a murderer and shit like that. I'll have to introduce you, though. He's like the only guy from his world under 25 who does our kind of work." And Bart will allow Peter that secret if he wants to separate it. He understands and respects those decisions.

"He's the one wearing gloves and long sleeves in summer."

Kon winces. "Oh damn." That's not cool at all. He feels a little defensive for the guy without even meeting him.

At Bart's words, Kon nods, then.

"I'll be glad to meet him. Anyone who is a friend of yours, and all."

He chuckles. "Okay."

"He comes to game nights. Sometimes," Bart said, smiling slightly. "But you remember how hard it is when you're still getting started. He had a lot on his shoulders."

"David's pretty cool. I still bad about giving him a migraine."

"Cool." Kon nods, and chuckles. "I made so many mistakes in those days, God."

"I am glad I didn't try to touch him, then." Kon was not sure what to think about that. "I'll keep my tk shield tight."

"Dude, at least neither of us staged a global catastrophe to look good," Bart pointed out. "That Mysterio asshole has a lot to answer for, even though he hasn't tried anything here."

Yet.

He shrugs, though. "We thought it a decent thing to know before there's a potential problem. He's a doctor with plenty of experience with non-standard situations, among all the other stuff he's absorbed. And it would have been interesting to see how much of my muscle memory with video games transferred. But I just remember too much to filter."

"True. That takes a whole other level of douchery to do. Wow." Kon shudders, even thinking about that sounds bad.

"Good to know. And yeah. It's hard to filter things in your brain. Brains that involve time travel especially."

He isn't sure how much is rattling around in his head, and is scared to find out. Even the Justice League hadn't been able to find out.

"I don't even remember how old I am anymore."

Which is sad, but he really has lost track. Subjective time, time travel, death, undeath, it's all a bit of a mess.

"I just know what I remember and which events happened in what order. I'm not entirely sure how much of it still actually happened."

"Who can tell after you time travel a few times? I have no clue how old I am, anymore. My body reads as over a thousand years old, twice over, and I remember so much..." he shakes his head.

Too much, and too many time zones... temporal zones? Whatever.

"Again, who can tell? I spun through so many worlds that sometimes I forget that what happened in them didn't happen in ours." He rubs his face. Time travel problems, man...

"Two years less than me." Bart is going to stand on that one.

"Sure, Bart. Maybe." Kon chuckles, and shakes his head.

He doesn't think there is an accurate count anymore, but if Bart wants to be older, so be it.

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