2866/Sunlight Heals All Poison

Sunlight Heals All Poison
Date of Scene:	10 August 2020
Location:	The Robin's Roost - Chelsea
Synopsis:	Conner's kryptonite shard is removed and his superdad gets him into the sunlight to heal. Afterwards, some small celebration!
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Laura Kinney, M'gann M'orzz, Bart Allen

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Tim Drake has posed:
Cassie had gotten Conner back to the Roost at super-sonic speed, and down into medical bay. It hadn't seen much use yet, and really was more set up for those on the team that weren't entirely indestructible. Almost entirely, actually. Admittedly, Red Robin had two items in the Roost made of tiny amounts of Kryptonite himself: a small edged scalpel blade and a single hollow needle. They were in a lead-lined case in the third level sub-basement, literally just in case of something horrific happening to his best friend that might require more traditional medical treatment.

He had know there was, at some point, a likelihood Conner would get hit with Kryptonite and be sickened. He wasn't expecting someone to stab him with it and //break it off inside him//. So when Cassie arrives, he directs her to the medbay with Conner's form and stares at the screens in the labs across the hall.

And he fires out a text through the Bat-network on an emergency line that Batman had set up for the team to contact Superman in the event of a genuine emergency. It's a pretty simple text, all told... just <<Conner was stabbed with Special K, and there's some left inside him. I'm going to try and remove it. It might shatter. I'm going to try to not let that happen. --Red Robin>> He suspects what will happen when he sends that text. It would be no different as if Bruce heard that he, or Damian, Jason, or Dick were laying somewhere dying-- within the shortest time possible, there would be the looming precense of Batman handling the situation, even if there was nothing specific he could do.

There are a few minutes given over to refreshing himself on removing bullets and similar foreign objects. Then he moves into the Medbay... and kicks Cassie out, willing to deal with her rage later but smart enough to know her emotions can't be trusted now, when he needs to be calm and steady. He's carrying a palm-sized lead-lined bag he had snagged from the lab, which he tosses on the unused bed beside the one Conner is laying on.

"Hey Conner. You awake?" His voice is calm, even if he's really not. His movements are a little stiff with his own healing injuries as he quietly begins collecting the tools he'll need to remove the shard.

Clark Kent has posed:
When Superman got the call from Tim, he dropped what he was doing and flew to Gotham as quickly as he could. That is, if you ignore a brief detour to Clark Kent's apartment to pick up the only thing he can really contribute to this operation: a lead-lined safe, about the size of a compact microwave.

He owns a few, for situations where Kryptonite comes into play. His civilian identity can keep them around without raising too many questions, and they allow him to transport the mineral to a more permanent storage solution in the Arctic.

It's never been a situation quite like this one, of course: usually he's the one desperately weakened, barely scraping through with his life, relying on his friends for assistance. Somehow, the version where someone else is in danger makes him feel even more helpless.

He arrives at Tim's as a blur, and passes inside just as quickly. Alarms might be raised, unless he has been added to some sort of white list since his last visit. He disregards whatever welcome he receives, scans the wall briefly with X-ray vision, and then continues into the Outsiders' base. He zeroes in on Tim's voice and arrives in the anteroom of the medbay, holding the safe in front of him and looking anxious.

"Where do you need this?" he asks, holding out the safe and taking a step forward. He winces as the radiation from the Kryptonite finds him, and looks like he wants to shy away, but doesn't.

Conner Kent has posed:
The good news is that with a knife blade of Kryptonite in his abdomen Conner is not invulnerable. Not even a bit. All the solar energy is gone. His tactile telekinesis shouldn't be affected, but actually it is, as his entire organism is disrupted. Operating on him is relatively easy. We are dealing with alien biology. Unique alien biology. A Kryptonian physician would be baffled too.

The even better news is he is not dead. A pure Kryptonian would be dead in seconds from that kind of injury. The Kryptonite is not just close to him, it is -inside- him. That said, he might still die. The area around the wound is positively green. Not necrotic green, just green, and also glowing faintly. That is, after cleaning the blood, there is an alarming amount of blood too.

Conner is not conscious. He went into shock even before Cassie grabbed him.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Oh boy," Tim breathes. He had hoped for some kind of response from Conner, but got what he had feared. He's in the process of pulling small internal scanner over to help guide him to the offending object when Superman arrives. "Um. Table over there should support it," he gestures. He doesn't look surprised to see Superman OR the safe.

Tim mops up some of the blood, grimacing at the glowing green area of Conner's abdomen. He then keeps mopping with clean gauze, trying to get the puncture itself clear. "I'm going to have to make the hole... a fair amount bigger," Tim says, discomfort on his face. "I have to err on the side of not breaking it. You know how fragile this stuff is." Talking to Superman helps. It's a stream of consciouness. He reaches for the (plain) scalpel laying on the tray next to the bed, and then with his other hand lightly pats Conner's forehead. "I'm sorry, man. At least you're asleep."

Then he cuts, two incisions, deep and crosshatching each other. More blood comes out. Tim's hands shake a little as he places the cutting tool aside, reaching for the forceps.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman gives the chosen spot an evaluating glance. The safe he's holding, the same way one might handle a shoebox, is in reality extremely heavy, and the Kryptonian's caution about breaking things is deeply ingrained. Still, he doesn't waste much time thinking about it before he sets the safe down, twists in the combination at super-speed, and then lets the door swing open.

He takes a step back and looks at Tim's shaking hands with concern. He certainly doesn't want to distract him, but once the scalpel is set down, he offers in a quiet but steady voice, "is there anything I can do to help?" Kryptonite might rob him of his powers and make him feel faint, but he's hoping there is still something he can contribute.

Otherwise, he's... well, he's just another family member waiting anxiously outside the operating room.

Tim Drake has posed:
"He's going to need to be taken out to the sun as soon as the shard is free," Tim says quietly. "I'm not a great surgeon, and I'm probably going to be doing a lot more damage to him to make sure I get it all out intact." He brings the scanner over. "The good news is I can see it... it's a single blade-shaped shard, and it's still in one..." he frowns, adjusting the scanner. "two pieces. Where the base was it looks like it cracked." That's unfortunate. "So, ugh. I get to dig around inside him twice." He forces a reassuring look to his face, but it's not really that great. There's obviously anguish there.

"If you can bring me more of those cloths... he's bleeding a lot more than I expected." In an undertone, Tim mutters, "like at all..." He readjusts the scanner, the viewscreen giving him a better view of where he'll be digging around. "The first piece isn't too far in." He carefully slips the forceps in through the incision, watching the screen. Superman can probably hear that he's stopped breathing at this point, holding his breath. The gentle clamps lightly settle around the topmost, smaller piece of Kryptonite, and Tim slowly tugs it loose. He wants to just yank it out and get it the hell out of his friend, but he knows better. It's too fragile, and tinier shards //would// be a death sentence.

It feels like an eternity while he removes the first chunk, leaving Conner's side to step to the safe and throw the bloody piece in, even as more blood gushes from Conner's side due to the removal.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman strides over to the indicated pile of cloths, keeping himself out of the range of the Kryptonite rays until he needs to enter it. When he does so, he again winces, but steels himself against it and continues, taking up a position opposite Tim's, on Conner's other side. He picks up the topmost towel and begins to daub away the flowing blood.

A drop of sweat, running in a rivulet along his jawline, is the main outward indication of the weakening effects of the Kryptonite, but his limbs are feeling as leaden as that safe. "If you need a transfusion..." Superman suggests, his voice hesitant. It's a possibility today, if an unpleasant one. "Otherwise, yes, we just need to get him into the sunlight as soon as we can. You're..." He pauses, for a long blink and a quick, difficult breath. "You're doing a great job so far."

Conner Kent has posed:
It would be nice to say Conner looks a little pale from lack of blood. But actually, he looks a little -green-. Which is one of the signs of Kryptonite poisoning. When Tim manages to pull the first shard, he twitches slightly, hissing in pain despite being unconscious.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim returns, readjusting the scanner again. He glances up to Superman. "I don't know if it would help or hurt," he admits. "It could help, but prolonging this might..." he shakes his head. "I'm going to get this other piece out. If that and sunlight doesn't help, then we'll try it." Another adjustment. "Man, I'm sorry, Kon." The earlier hiss had bothered Tim, but it wasn't enough to prevent him from doing what needed to be done.

This time the forceps are going in deeper, and Tim scowls as he edges them around trying to get a good grip. "Blade has nicked a couple of organs..." he notes in a monotone, trying to distance himself. "Probably why there is so much blood. And it's given the Kryptonite free reign in his bloodstream."

Got it. The forceps close around the larger, still-remaining shard firmly. "Conner," he's talking to him even though he's asleep, "this is probably gonna hurt like hell."

He slowly, gently tugs the shard loose-- and once it's loose enough, slightly more quickly tugs and wrestles it free of the half-Kryptonian's abdomen.

"It's out. It's out." Forceps and all, thrown into the safe and the door slammed shut. He barely has time to look at the scanner to verify there are no other pieces left inside.

Clark Kent has posed:
On the other hand, Superman has all the time in the world to examine the scanner and confirm that the pieces haven't further fragmented. He's not much use otherwise, just soaking away blood around the edges of the incision, careful to stay out of Tim's way while keeping his view clear.

When the shard finally pulls clear, though, the Man Of Steel cringes and takes a few steps back, holding up an arm in an ineffectual gesture of defense. Flesh and blood can't fully block the deadly rays from the mineral, but they were dampening it significantly.

Once it's in the safe and the safe is shut, though, he takes a few deep breaths, recovering his posture of strength slowly but surely. His first stop is by Tim's side, to place one hand on his shoulder and say, "Good work, Tim." In most situations where they would converse, Superman defaults to codenames, but this is not that kind of situation, nor is it sufficient for the sentiment he wants to express. "You just saved his life. Thank you." The sincerity that undergirds those words is itself a kind of superpower.

"Now, let's get him into the sun." He lifts Conner off the table with no more than a slight huff of effort, then is gone in a flash of superspeed. He arrives in the living area, sets the injured youth down on a couch, then turns it to fully face the sunniest window he can find.

Conner Kent has posed:
With the shards of Kryptonite out of his body, Conner visibly relaxes. One of the unpleasantness of the K-radiation is that it is excruciatingly painful. That is likely why he lost consciousness.

Unfortunately, Kryptonite is a crystal, not a metal. And not a particularly hard crystal, it shatters and flakes easily. Microparticles are in Conner's blood, and sand like remains will stay in his wound. That is likely going to give him problems for weeks.

Fortunately the second he is under sunlight, he starts healing visibly, the flow of blood slows down, and ceases completely after a minute or so.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim relaxes as soon as Superman zips Conner out of the medbay, collapsing onto one of the chairs. He'll get the mess cleaned up later. For now, though, he just needs to take a few minutes to breathe.

Clark Kent has posed:
Once Conner is lying in the sunlight and seems to be recovering, Superman vanishes again, to retrieve the safe he left behind. He returns to set it down in a corner of the room. He'll have to make a trip to drop it off at the Fortress later -- for the moment he's at loose ends, waiting for the victim of the Kryptonite stabbing to awaken.

Like any worried parent, Superman does not cope with being at loose ends well. He keeps disappearing in bursts of superspeed. Within less than a minute, an end table has been moved into Conner's easy reach. One glass of orange juice and another of water have appeared on it. There's a bottle of over-the-counter painkillers, as well. If Superman is left with nothing to do much longer, Conner is going to wake up to a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.

Conner Kent has posed:
It is probably the smell of grilled cheese.

Or maybe it was just coincidence, he has been soaking sunlight for about ten minutes when Conner wakes up. "Oh... aaaugh," he almost sits down, but collapses back panting. A string of swear words follow. He has been hanging with Rose since she was fifteen, he knows more curses than the typical sailor.

"Laura! That son of a bitch cunt her arms, where is she?!" He looks around wildly, and spots Superman. He freezes. "Err... hello, uh, where am I?"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim's arrival to the rec room is slower, and brought up by the elevator at regular speed, not super-speed. He's still walking stiffly from the wound to his leg, but still. He exits the elevator (not the stairs, which he would have normally taken for the exercise) into the 4th floor rec area and gives the moved-about furniture an amused look. Conner's now in the full light of the afternoon sun, and he comes in just in time to hear Conner's awakening and swearing. "Laura's fine. Her arms kind of... popped back on." It was kind of gross actually, but Tim wasn't saying anything. "Rec room, Con. It does have the biggest window."

He glances towards Superman, giving Conner's 'dad' a slight apologetic grin. This level of swearing was somewhat commonplace around this group.

Clark Kent has posed:
Yep, it turns out it was long enough to grill a cheese -- and since cooking can't be sped up with Kryptonian powers, the meditative activity has been keeping Superman busy and calm for a good few minutes when Conner so loudly makes his consciousness known.

"Our host doesn't seem to have the ingredients for tomato soup," Superman says apologetically as he sets the plated sandwich down on the end table, along with the drinks and the Advil. Does Advil even work on Kryptonians? In spite of his boy-scout reputation, Supes takes the swearing in stride, just answering, "Take it easy, Conner. You're going to be OK, but you're also going to take a while to recover. Best if you get a lot of sun and don't do anything to stress your system until you're back to 100 percent."

Stepping back, he crosses his arms and passes an inquisitive look between the two of them. "So... Who exactly were you tangling with that happened to have Kryptonite knives?"

Conner Kent has posed:
"What about Cassie? Is she alright?" Because last he remembers the blonde was alone against Deathstroke. On the other hand, Cassie has no 'stupid alien stone' weaknesses, maybe she got him.

He eyes the Advil with mistrust. Last time he was really hurt was when a New God punched him really hard a few times. He was far weaker than he is not and drugs still did nothing. Sunlight healed him in hours, though. "I feel like shit," he admits with a grunt. Looks down and winces. The flesh around the wound is still greenish, and that cut is likely going to leave a scar.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Cassie's fine. She's who got you out and back here. We aborted the mission as soon as you went down." Tim pauses. "//I// aborted it. But I don't think Cassie would have stuck around. As soon as you hit the ground she--" he cuts himself off, looking to Superman with the most neutral of faces. He purposefully was leaving something out to Conner, it seems. "Um, Deathstroke, sir. We got word he was going to make a hit, and we stopped it. ...we did manage to do that much, at least. His target is still alive." Tim looks grim.

He moves over behind the couch and places a hand on Conner's shoulder. "I'm sorry, man. This is my fault. I should have been there. I could have seen it coming." The younger Bat's hand grips his best friend's shoulder lightly. "But you'll be okay now. That's what matters."

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman's brows furrow at the news. "Deathstroke is ... not a threat to be taken lightly," he says. "I'm glad to hear that everyone survived, but if something good can come of this experience, I hope it's that you'll all be more cautious in dealing with him in the future. Planning and preparation are his strengths, but there's nothing stopping you from evening that field."

He pauses for a few moments, taking in the scene, and honestly feeling a little bit foolish about the ibuprofen. He was stressed out himself there, for a while. He tilts his head to the side and tries to catch Tim's eye. "You don't have to blame yourself for mistakes, or for being outplayed by one of the best tactical minds on the planet. Learn from it, use it as motivation, but don't beat yourself up over it. You're capable of great things, and you saved a life today."

Laura Kinney has posed:
It's then that Laura walks out of her room. To look at her, one would never guess she'd either had her arms cut off, or fell from high enough that all her bones cracked and she was bent, broken, and bloodied with her brains leaking onto the concrete. To look at her, one would guess she'd only just woken up and that was all. Which, both are correct.

She walks upstairs to where the group is gathered after scenting Conner's blood and the surgery that had been done downstairs, as well as Superman's scent, cataloging the latter subconsciously in her brain that she'll recognize it again should she ever be in his vicinity in the future.

She looks at the aftermath of surgery that had gone on, and takes in the nervousness and trepidation, the concern and the relief in heartbeats and the scent of sweat about her, and announces, "I need protein. Soon."

Only then does she look at Superman, nodding once to greet him but asking instead, "It would appear by the sound of his heartbeat Conner is going to live? Good." She actually smiles, however briefly.

Then she's looking back to Superman. "I was caught off guard by both his strength, his armor, and his blade. I have not encountered a weapon before that my claws could not break." She frowns, tightly. "He will not have that advantage in our next engagement."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Nah, I should have expected Kryptonite form a guy like him, my fault," Conner glances at Superman. "He was ready for you. He had a sword that adamantium couldn't cut and a Kryptonite knife." In a lead sheath. Not that lead is useful against Conner. Most people think he has X-Ray vision. He doesn't.

Conner reaches for the OJ and the ibuprofen. Maybe he will get lucky and the Kryptonite has made him 'vulnerable' to painkillers. (No, it didn't). Besides he is thirsty after losing so much blood.

"Laura, you are okay!" He notes happily, trying to stand again. Badbadbad idea! He grunts and falls back again, gasping. He is bloodstained, shirtless and there is an ugly cut in his abdomen, which already looks a couple days old, instead of a couple hours old. But the skin around has a sick green tone. "I guess you heal faster than me," he observes.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
    It seems to be a moment for mass meetings. A redhead with a pair of earbuds walks in to the recreation room, the eyes close as she bounces to the beat. While she looks human enough when she enters, there is a distinct greenish hue to her skin that betrays her from being something more than just human. A bag is upon her shoulder, with the distinctive ESU logo, with a text book or two sticking out of it. Apart from the green skin, she appears dressed as a normal college co-ed, with a purple t-shirt with a chibi drawing of a Little Sister and a Big Daddy from Bioshock with the words 'World's Best Daddy, Happy Father's Day 1959' framing the drawing. Jeans and a pair of sneakers complete the ensemble.

    And, for the time being, M'gann seems perfectly oblivious to what is going on. Until that sudden spike of pain from Conner hits her empathic senses. It causes the girl to stop, pull an earplug out (with the faint sounds of 'Dance Monkey' heard) and slowly turn to regard the group. "Hmm.....hello?"

    Classy, M'gann. Real classy.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim gives Superman a grim sort of smile, which likely Clark has seen many times before. "Thanks." He doesn't argue, but he still feels guilty. Laura's arrival garners a bit more brightness from the batling. "Laura. Glad to see you're better--" and M'Gann joins the group. "Hey, M'Gann. Uh." He pauses. "Heading up to campus?"

Bart Allen has posed:
To tell of the arrival of Impulse things start to appear in the room. First some get well soon balloons with the S Crest hand drawn on them. Then next to the bed is a mini freezer, and the last thing to appear is Bart himself. He has a lei on and has a bowl of chocolate ice cream complete with spoon, in hand. He offers it towards Conner, and says "Hey got ya something to help the healing. Chocolate Macadamia from Dave's. Conner would probably remember Dave's Ice cream is a place in Hawaii, he may have mentioned to Bart once. "Got some other flavors in the fridge there, did not want to put it in the other fridge." He makes a blah face.

Clark Kent has posed:
Turning, Superman gives Laura a very odd look when she first emerges, but then it quickly clears into understanding. "Clones! Right. I met your -- sister? Gabby." He obviously noticed their physical resemblance, but doesn't offer comment on the differences in their demeanors. He just gives Conner a passing glance, then turns back to Laura and continues, "She gave me a lot to think about. She's a very thoughtful young woman -- you must be very proud of her."

He decides not to comment on Tim's expression, but he has seen it before: most often on an entirely different face. As the room starts to fill up, he offers sincere smiles for the new arrivals, then holds up a hand to wave. "Well, I didn't mean to intrude on your group. I just wanted to see that Conner would be OK." He leans down, lifts a microwave-sized safe from the floor easily, and tucks it under one arm, then continues, "Now I had better go deal with this."

On his way out, he pauses next to Conner and adds, quietly, "When you are feeling better, Conner, I think I should show you where I keep this sort of thing. There are parts of your heritage you should know about, as a Kryptonian. In the meantime, take care of yourself."

Laura Kinney has posed:
"Gabby is my clone, yes," agrees Laura to Superman. "As were her sisters." Clones, clones, everywhere! "She is very important to me," the ex-assassin agrees, gravely, to Superman. She will no doubt ask Gabby about meeting Superman later on. But, she watches him, intently, until he leaves before looking back to Conner.

"Except for my hands, I was nearly completely healed from falling off the building within a minute or so after the call to retreat was given. I saw Deathstroke land, and run south. The advantage of my healing factor against him has been revealed." She doesn't sound pleased about this, but there's nothing for it now, and the 'damage' has been done.

"My only concern was my hands. If I regenerate new hands, I will not be able to replace the coating of my bone claws with adamantium again." Then, she remembers her manners, and tells him, "Thank you for being concerned. But it is very difficult to kill me." Another brief smile, this one slightly proud, is cast Conner's way and shown to the others present as well.

She nods to Tim, "I am ready to fight again. However, I will be focusing my training more intently in the future. I see now why The Facility wished me to avoid Deathstroke at all costs. He is more dangerous than me." And that, for Laura, is saying something.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner Kent says, "Thanks Bart," Conner manages a grin. "Want half a grilled cheese sammich, Laura?" He is not sure how many proteins it has, but it is tasty nevertheless. Besides, it was made by Superman, so it is likely super good. Ice cream would have less proteins for sure. He peers at the mini-fridge briefly. That is a lot of it. "And ice cream for everyone."

Superman gets a wave and a nod. Wait. What did he agree to do? He will think about it later, when things hurt a little less."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
    Red eyes flicker up, even as M'gann answers Tim automatically. "No. Coming back from campus. I was about to read up on some...." But the subject isn't revealed as those eyes flicker over to the other alien in the room. It doesn't take much to read M'gann's reaction. The eyes grow large. There is an involuntary step back. And, somehow, M'gann manages to not sound out the mental squeeing that occurs internally. However, she does manage to ask the one question that springs to mind....by springing it to everyone else's mind.

    <<Is that who....I think it is?>>

    There is a quick blush as M'gann realizes she just mentally broadcasted again. She doesn't say anything more...but it is long enough to catch that, wait, people got hurt. And then, just as suddenly as Supes was the thought of the day, it is shoved aside as M'gann vocalizes. "Wait...what? You all got hurt and I wasn't there to help?"

Tim Drake has posed:
"Hey Bart--" zoom zoom. Suddenly the rec room has become a party. Tim's first instinct is to fade off into the background and possibly limp down to the labs to do some more work... M'Gann's mental squeeing garners an amused look from the younger Bat, and he glances to Bart and the mini-freezer. "Let me get some pizzas ordered, I think, and everyone should be happy." This does remind him he needs to finish up AHAB, though. "Bart, can you zip over to my kitchen, Alfred left a whole pile of cookies yesterday." He gives Superman a wry look. It gets busy around here sometimes.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "I wasn't there either, I would have gave him a hi ya and a ha yu." he says "Well that or got tossed around like a rag monkey." He looks over to Superman and says "Oh sir could ya tell the flash, I will be about 30 minutes late tomorrow for me?" and looks back over to Conner "Hope you like it, I thought about bringing you a palm tree, but was not sure we had the room, or wanting coconuts dropping on peoples heads." and with that, he is off to get cookies.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman gives Impulse a nod, and is about to take off when M'gann's reaction catches his attention. "Oh, did the outfit give it away again?" he answers her mental question, giving her a wry smile. He extends his hand as he passes her on his way out. "Superman, at your service. Any friend of Red Robin's is a friend of mine." He'll linger over the handshake long enough to get her name in return, but after that, make his way out of the hideout with the Kryptonite safe tucked under his billowing red cape.

Laura Kinney has posed:
Laura takes the grilled cheese that was offered to her and devours it, greedily. It's a very good start, but Tim's got an idea of what her appetite is bound to be like. Especially after having healed that much. She watches Superman go, before looking over at M'gann.

"Yes. We failed our mission. Conner and I were injured, and our enemy escaped unharmed." Laura seems to believe this entirely, despite the victim having been saved. "We underestimated our enemy and did not have enough information on him. It won't happen again," she asserts.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
    Laura's response gets a single nod, as her face knots up in concern. "and I wasn't around to help. That's no good. Here we're supposed to be a team and all and I just failed to appear. Well...that's not going to happen again."

    It is a very impassionate speech. But...then Superman talks. And....he is asking....for M'gann's name. And her hand!

    Oh, what is she supposed to do now?! Is she supposed to take it and give her real name, or her Earth name, or her super name? Oh, what if she gives the Earth name and he recognizes it from the sitcom? Does Superman even watch sitcoms? Wouldn't he be like, too busy saving the world to sit down for TGIF? Oh, but what if he did? What would be his favorite shows? And why is she even imagining what he would be watching when he is right. in front. of her. With that hand still out!

    The mental chatter remains in M'gann's head (she hopes!) as she reaches out and takes the offered hand with her own. "Hmm...hi! I'm M....Miss Martian. Yeah, that's me, alright." The hand is shaken once, twice, then released as M'gann quickly turns away, seeking really hard to not blush as red as her hair.

    <<Smooth, M'gann. He will never notice you making a complete fool of yourself.>>

Conner Kent has posed:
"You got enough done, Bart. I could..." after another attempt to stand up, he decides to stay in place soaking some more sunlight. "I suppose we underestimated him, but I was also reluctant to punch Rose's dad. Next time he won't get any special consideration from me."

He frowns and considers something else. "How much do you think that chunk of Kryptonite is worth in the black market? I bet it would put a serious dent in Tim's back account. I doubt he can afford many 'wins' like this one."

And he feels beat. Advil is not working, so he is going to munch his half of the sandwich and maybe get some ice cream and doze off while the others have their pizza party.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will come back with the cookies, catching that last bit of thought Megan lets escape, he looks around, and says "I'll go get the pizzas but as he does he will catch his foot in some wires that aren't connected to anything and makes a semi decent prat fall, with a wash bin ending up on his head as he sits on the floor.