4518/He Wore Blue... Spandex

He Wore Blue... Spandex
Date of Scene:	28 December 2020
Location:	The Hall of Justice and a car trunk. Work with us here.
Synopsis:	Lois is rescued by a man in blue! Not the usual one either!
Cast of Characters:	Lois Lane, Ted Kord

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Lois Lane has posed:
Not exactly her ideal way to spend a Monday afternoon, but Lois' nosing into the mob's favourite Italian spot for lunch didn't go near so well as she thought it would. She got a bit of information, overheard at least half a conversation she definitely shouldn't have, but then someone recognized her face. A tussle later, a bottle crashed over her head, and the spit fire reporter shoved into a car trunk later, she's no clue where they are going.

But they hit a highway somewhere and are at fast enough a speed that can't be good. Getting out of Metropolis, probably headed for open ocean or a tall bridge somewhere, Lois is slowly starting to come around and beginning to curse up a storm. "Come on, Lane...you've gotten out of worse..." She mutters to herself as she tries to move zip-tied hands just enough to get to her Kord-Less Phone in her back pocket. She just has to feel her fingertips first.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord is in the Hall of Justice in Metropolis as it happens, fixing a monitor. When that is done he reviews the teleporter security systems and he's starting to feel a little put upon. He's doing maintenance and the others are off stopping... a space mummy invasion in Tasmania if he heard right. Probably not. Under the console the Azure Advocate is startled by a phone beeping for attention! Perhaps a call to adventure!

<Bang!>

"G** D*** it! Ow!" He staggers towards the message board rubbing his head where Doomsday hit it grabbing the receiver with his other hand.

"Good Gawdalmighty!" he spouts then stops and repeats in a businesslike tone, "Good God Almighty... you're reached the Hall of Justice. If this is Guy Gardner, please hang up now and... hit yourself really hard!"

Lois Lane has posed:
Well, that wasn't the exact number she meant to call, but it was in the LIST of her 'Superman' numbers. Not that the man often uses a telephone. But, she's got it just in case. Lois, while she's still not in the best position to put her phone to her ear, has managed to get the thing out and something dialed with numb fingertips. She slides it down the ragged flooring of the trunk, so the first thing Ted might hear is that weird, ragged sound of sliding fabric. But then there's a voice. Quiet, far away sounding, weird other noises in the background. But a voice.

"...S-superman? Is Superman there? It's...Lois. I... I'm stuck in a trunk. Somewhere. Maybe headed to New York? Fuck if I know, I just...Is Superman there??"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord suddenly feels really bad about putting on the deely bopper antennae to answer the phone.

"Hello Lois, this is Blue Beetle. The League is out dealing with a crisis. Seems like there's an infinite number of crisisus... 'kay. Oh, I see on the board you got a Kord Less... let me congratulate you on your purchase... Tracking you now..."

His aero-disks come off his back and he steps onto them and rockets up through a handy skylight!

"Lois, please call me Ted or Teddy. I'm en route and should intercept in a few minutes. They're on a stretch without exits for anything but rest stops for a good 10 miles. Uhm I know I'm not Superman or even Batman but... you'll come out of this okay. Should I keep talking to you?"

Lois Lane has posed:
The Blue Beetle? She's read a few articles about him, at least, and who else would be answering the Justice League's phone if not for someone who is actually a member, even if one she doesn't know all that well. "Uh... Blue... Beetle. That's... Yes, I got a Kord Less..." It was on sale. But she doesn't need to say that. "...Thanks?" Lois stammers back a bit awkwardly, her mind having to entirely change tracks about who she expected to get. But she's managing to do it, relief slowly flooding her voice.

"Ted, then. I... I should be alright. You can still track me, if I hang up? I've been through this before, not panicking, or anything. I'd just like *out* of here." Lois admits, trying to play it cool and calm as possible, even if normal people would be completely freaking out already.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord . o O (You are rescuing the Big Guy's girlfriend. You better bring your 'A' game and not screw around. Batman always has his eye on you and if you tick off Supes...)

Wait did he say that with his inside voice or outside?! Thankfully he spots the car. And dives down in front of it.

The Car plows into him, running him down.

The car swerves to miss him. The driver looses control and it crashes and explodes.

The car plows across several lanes and causes a fifty-two car pile up.

End contrafactual scenarios.

They have to come to a stop where he chooses as opposed to where they got a bunch of goons mixing cement. He flies overhead and to one side and fires a short powerful laser blast from his BB Gun into a tire.

Lois Lane has posed:
The tire was not built to withstand anything like that lazer blast. It violently pops with a loud snap, the old sedan starting to swerve on the highway as the driver tries to get control again. They don't completely wreck things, but the thing isn't driveable and it finally, somewhat violently, careens into the center barrier of the highway with some loud screeching as the outside frame drags against cement before finally coming to a stop.

Immediately, three goons spill out of the sedan, guns in hand, but slightly pointed downwards towards the pavement in efforts to not alert other riders. They still need to get Lois out of the back and into another car sooner rather than later. One pulls out his phone, making a call for some emergency back up, while the other two (one of which definitely has a wildly bleeding nose) come around the trunk to try and pop it open.

Ted Kord has posed:
And then this happens.

A figure in blue dives out of the and flies into the two at the back feet first, banging both in the back of their heads. Each does an imitation of a bag of doorknobs collapsing. The one on the right wins the race to the pavement.

The figure flips end over end to come face first at hte third goon latching onto his throat wrist.

"You ain't Superman!"

"I get that from everyone! Either that or I'm Spidey's dad. Got any... idea... how... Oh my." A massive hand locks onto the Beetle's throat. Even hovering a foot off the pavement, he is barely eye level with this goon. In fact he's pretty sure the sedans owner can save on rotating his tires. Just let this guy alternate riding with driving.

Lois Lane has posed:
The two goons were not expecting that, but the third definitely isn't letting this twerp get the best of him. He roars a certain amount of anger as the Blue Bettle talks back to him and swings him around by the throat, trying to slam him into the car and unconscious. "We can just take two of you meddling, nosey, heroic wanna bes..." He growls to the man.

Lois hears that from in the trunk, finally having rolled around that she can't get her hands free, but she can get them to the safety latch. She opens it and, just with the right timing, kicks her legs up violently fast to slam the top of the trunk into one of her captors. It means she MIGHT get Ted instead, but hopefully not!

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord puts his physics 101 and jujutsu to work. Getting thrown around he goes with it, adding the thrust of his flying disks. The mountain of a man moves too, and suddenly they are a binary planet system, moving faster and faster, the trunk hitting him in the ass the last straw as he drops his gun to hang onto Ted with both hands.

"Don't let me go! DOn't let me go!" Ted is starting to turn even bluer before the thug is torn free and lands on the car roof.

Ted comes to a landing by the trunk, stepping on his first victims who groan.

He's trying very hard not to hurl in front of Superman's girlfriend. Or fall over.

"How do you do Ms. Beetle. I'm Lois Blue." He extends hand to the middle of the three Loises.

Lois Lane has posed:
As the trunk finishes flying open, the slightly bloodied and bruised Lois sits up straight. At least she's no longer laying on her slightly numbed arms. She watches the whole scene with widening blue eyes, her expression both skeptical and amused. "Do you need... " Then the man is wildly disengaging from the mobster beneath him, and they can all hear some sirens in the distance. "Help? Apparently. Not." She smirks.

The big man's girlfriend, though Lois and Superman have never really been seen out and about, he just rescues her A LOT, is cute in a weird sort of way. Black hair, bangs, glasses, she's a mussed mess right now, but still sharp as ever as she stares at him. "Uh... Lois Lane, Mr. Beetle... and I would shake your hand but zip ties are a bitch." She gestures to her wrists, eyes silently begging for help.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord phews as the Loises seem to merge. All alive too. The sirens sound good too. He sends a JLA advisory to the troopers to hold these men till he can file formal charges, and is reaching into his belts for a small sharp knife that he uses to cut the zip lines.

"Awww you poor thing. Uhm, I advised the cops. Had to drop a few names. can I give you a lift (bwahaha) to the Hall of Justice? I figure get you checked out and wait for Superman and tell him what's happening. I mean it'd be an honor and I'm not dizzy anymore"

Lois Lane has posed:
While she's the one slightly bleeding and likely concussed, pale eyes flicker over him with a look of earnest concern, trying to see just how badly the goons got him and how likely HE is the one with a concussion, given that he was talking about not being dizzy any more. "Do you need to...sit a minute, maybe? We can wait for the cops, if you'd prefer. I'll have to give some sort of statement and then I'll probably lose any of the info I just picked up, but that's the news cycle, I suppose." Lois does sound a little bitter about it.

She relaxes and he finally does get her wrists free and starts abruptly flexing fingers and hands, trying to get feeling and blood back into all of her palms. Not entirely smoothly, she kicks legs up and slips out of the trunk. She's a little unsteady herself, oblivious to the trickle of blood that still escapes her nose. "But... a lift somewhere would be good. Might be awkward to catch an uber from out here.."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord waves away such concerns. "I was just a little dizzy from spinning that goon around. All he did was throttle me slightly. Uhm... I think you should get checked out by our medical team. I mean these guys are probably gonna say you jumped in their trunk to eavesdrop... and given your past exploits... Anyway we can give a statement from the Hall."

He takes another breath and smiles, steadier now. He holds out his arms for her. "If you don't like my flying I'll drop you off at rest stop. Superman will probably intercept me anyway. Honestly I'd appreciate your feedback on my efforts, any pointers or critiques..."

Lois Lane has posed:
The dark haired woman still looks a little wary and concerned for her savior, but she's not going to push it. Lois is happy to be out of the drunk and getting the feeling back in her hands. She reaches the back of one palm up, dabbing at that dampness at her nose. When she pulls her palm away, it's really the first time she's realized she's bleeding. "Oh, shit. Yeah... probably should see a doctor for a few minutes, at least. But I'm tougher than I look. And these guys always have shit to say. I know how ot cover my ass. I promise."

Then he's offering her arms and she slips forward, slinging one arm around the back of his shoulders and resting against his solid frame in a way she's done with Superman a dozen times before. It's practically habit now. She knows how to balance her weight for a flight. "No, flying is fine. I'm... getting used to it nowadays. Superman is pretty helpful. And seriously, your...Efforts were very helpful. Stopped the mob, got me out of a trunk, no one else got hurt. THat all works."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord lifts up, correcting for the shift in center of mass, balancing the thrust. Superman doesn't need to do all this. He doesn't fly like Superman. He doesn't explain the princess carry is the most stable configuration for him. Then she's slipping into his arms, a woman who's sure of herself and who trusts him. That's been a while in coming. He holds onto her in the most professional manner.

"Superman has all the luck," he says with a grin. "Here we go." And then they go -in a flash.