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The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

So now he had a job. And a roommate. And, hopefully, some fun classes to take.

All he needed now was to find that Annette girl and borrow her Wii. He didn't think asking everyone if they were Annette would be the fastest way to do this, even though it might be fun. Maybe if he got a poster and some glitter like Turtle had at the store...

Halfway through that thought he had oh so handwavily gone and grabbed a poster at Turtle&Canary, leaving some money behind for the guy who wasn't his boss. And pausing long enough to sway in front of the squishie machine so it's eyes followed him.

Yup, still cool.

So now there he was. Sitting next to a duck pond, with a poster and trying to think of a way to write this. It had to be something awesome...

Yeah, boring. He set the poster aside and watched the little ducklings run around. they were just staring to look like adults and were so very awkward. Bart could so relate.

[[ooc: Open for park needs!]]

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Conner had run out of packing tape, forcing him to make his own ~~handwavey, oh yes~~ way down to Turtle & Canary for more. (The Sorting Engine in the post office kind of scared him.)

He was on his way back to campus, bag of tape dangling from one wrist, when he saw the kid with the poster over by the duck pond. He felt drawn to the kid for some odd reason, and he'd welcome the opportunity to postpone the inevitable a little while longer anyway, so . . .

"You making a poster for the ducks or something?"

Bart frowned, looking back over at the poster. That was still there? But that was from ages ago. Man were ducks distracting. "No. I was going to use it to find someone but..."

Hey! He had glitter! He completely forgot about that! "Do you think they'd want one?"

"I dunno," Conner said, digging half of a forgotten cookie out of his pocket and tossing it in at the ducks. "I don't think they're really all that into art. You're one of the new kids, aren't you?"

Bart nodded and stood quickly, hand shoved out at Conner. "I'm Bart. Are you going to tell me about another attack by strange monsters?"

"Conner McKnight, and you've probably heard 'em all already, haven't you?" he responded, reaching out for a proper handshake. "It's not people trying to scare you, 'cause it's sort of pretty much true."

"I think I have, but nothing has happened yet," Bart replied, sounding distinctly upset over the lack of an invasion.

"Well," Conner mused, absently tossing his bag of tape into the air and quick-snagging it just before it started to fall, "we had weird little alien meteorites fall out of the sky the other weekend, and aliens blew up the school at graduation, so we'll be due for something any day now. Don't worry, you'll get your turn!"

Bart frowned and mentally went through the list of people with super speed. The first Flash, the one with the really weird helmet. No. Grandpa... No. Wally. No, not jerky enough. That Max guy... Maybe?

"Is your name really Max?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh . . ." Conner scrunched his face up, trying to backtrack and figure out where that had come from.

He gave up after about five seconds.

"Nope, there's no Max anywhere in my name. I don't even think I know anybody named Max, actually."

"Okay!" And that train of thought was forgotten completely. Why had he asked that anyway? Oh yeah, the catching thing. "How'd you do that thing with the tape then?"

"What, catching it like that?" asked Conner. He tossed the tape into the air again, and his hand shot out in a blur to grab it. "It's just something I can do. I sort of got my DNA altered by this prehistoric rock and it gave me this speed thing."

Which just put images of Conner clubbing dinosaurs for food. Bart wanted to do that too.

"So if I-" Bart was next Conner before the sentence was complete. "-Did-" At his side. "-This-" Other side. "-You could follow-" He stopped in front, eyes big. "-Me?"

"Dude!" Conner blurted out, in the tone of voice that you usually heard when someone discovered a long-lost relative. "I --" He darted around Bart to appear at his other side, the same way. "Totally --" Back around again. "Could!" And back where he'd started.

Bart bounced a ~~lot~~ little, grinning up at Conner. "This place is going to be so much better than I thought!"

And then there was a particularly vivid fantasy that involved Conner in a Batman costume and Bart dressed up as Robin, fighting crime in town and swinging on ropes despite the lack of skyscrapers. "Do I have to wear tights?"

"Not," Conner said carefully, "unless you really want to."

Or unless you were sort of forced to by whatever cracked-out technology gave you your superhero suit. But he liked to think that not every dimension was that ~~cruel~~ possessed of a twisted sense of humor.

"But I mean, hey," he continued hastily, because why dash the kid's dream if tights were somehow his thing? "Nobody'll stop you if that's your, uh, lifestyle choice. Personally, I'd get red ones."

It was probably a good thing that Bart had yet to see Abaranger, or he'd ask about the helmets. And funny colors.

Who wears bright pink, really?

"No!" Bart replied quickly, running off and back to show off his actual costume. And wow. Two whole days before ignoring Wally's order to keep that a secret. It was longer than expected. "See? White and red. No tights."

Conner wondered that himself, sometimes. Not that he could talk, given the hardhat he wore on the construction site.

"Wait. Wait wait wait," he said, staring at Bart. "That is an actual superhero costume. Does that mean you're an actual superhero?"

"Yes! Kinda. Sometimes. I helped at the store yesterday!" Because getting a job at the local store and battling villains were the same thing. Really.

Funny, Conner had been thinking of using that particular spin as a motivational speech for his soccer kids. Although that wasn't what came to mind right away.

"Don't tell me a giant cube thing tried to eat somebody again . . ."

Bart just stopped and stared. "Giant cube?"

"Long story," Conner said dryly. "I was having like the worst week of my life and went in to get a Squishy, and this huge freaking cube thing, like, oozed out of the machine and chased me around the store and ate my clothes and everything else it touched. Seriously."

The entire description was accentuated by spastic, flaily hand gestures.

[OOC: Wow, sometimes it helps to hit post.]

"Coooool!" Bart couldn't even tell the movements were spastic. They seemed like normal hand gestures to him.

[[Hee, maybe.]]

"Dude, it sucked," Conner said, looking slightly wibbly. "I looked like I got a full-body sunburn for days."

Bart cocked his head in confusion. "You mean you don't get better fast too?"

Conner laughed briefly. "I wish. That would be awesome. All I do is move fast when I want to."

"Aww." Bart deflated a bit. "How fast?," He asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I've never actually timed it," Conner said, starting to get the same kind of gleam in his own eyes. "I know I can make it to the top of a three-story building in about the same amount of time someone can ninja-jump up there ~~thank you very much weird canon~~, though."

Bart... had no clue what that meant. "Race?" He asked with a little bounce.

. . . yeah, Conner wasn't really sure what it meant either. But he was still a jock, and he wasn't going to turn down a chance to compete with someone in a situation where his speed wasn't going to be cheating. Because seriously, how often do you get to do that?

The grin got wider, and toothy. "You're on, dude."

Bart grinned wide and took off for the other end of the island. Like you do.

Conner whooped and let loose with his speed, doing his best to keep up with Bart. Which, in theory, wasn't too difficult.

But it was fun.

Someone he could run with and not get yelled at by! This was the best school EVER!

Bart laughed and darted around trees and buildings in his way, looking over at Conner. "Fun, huh?"

"I've never had anybody I could do this with before!" Conner hollered back from where he was keeping pace with Bart, wondering for a fleeting (that was saying something at this clip) moment if his shoes might catch on fire sometime soon, like Peter Parker had said a while ago. "I never used to be able to do this in public, either! Isn't this place awesome?"

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