The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Nightwing 52]

Even with his dyed and cut hair he was easy to pick out. Was it the abs? Oh Geez.
I take a sip of my drink hoping he doesn't see me, can you say 'awkward' much? Especially since Jason is with me. I feel someone behind me and I know immediately who, I cringe a little inside. Not because I don't want to see him, I do, he's probably one of the hottest looking men I've ever met. Not to sneer at Jason, but he bore a more Boy-Next-Door look.

Well, I'd have to rank Bruce Wayne as being darkly handsome as well but still...

I turn around as smile, a little embarassed by my get-up.

"Mr. Harper, what a suprise to see you again." I turn to Jason and introduce them.

"Jason Bard I'd like to introduce you to Roy Harper, Roy Harper Jason Bard. Jason is my escort tonight."

Heavy handed Dinah, still, what's a girl to do when faced with two guys who in the last month have kissed her. I smile at them and shrink back a littlebit more into the bar.

I am so dead, the only thing to complete this awkward time is if Mr. Ego al la Wayne showed up right now.

OOC Jason is an NPC so he's fair game and have fun!

"Likewise, Ms. Lance." I say with a smile.

Which turns into a bit of a shocked look, when I saw her escort for the night come out of nowhere. So afterall, Dinah wasn't alone. His name was Jason Bard. Dinah introduces us both to one another, and I extend my hand out to greet him.

"Nice to meet you, Jason. Quite the luck you have of having such a beautiful date for the evening."

He takes a sip out of his drink, about to respond. Right before, I look over to see Dinah with a smile of her own, as way of taking in the compliment.

"Heh, well I see you two have bit of history of your own. Tell me, where did you two meet before?"

I get a flashback of that night on the boat, everything, just how I remembered it. When I first got there, when I saw Dinah sitting by herself at the bar, and all the way up until the kiss we shared.

"In a party like this, except it was on a yacht."

He nods his head with a grin, then continues to drink. I'm about to ask Dinah something, when all of a sudden Bruce Wayne comes to greet the three of us, and my jaw drops a bit in awe. He shakes hands with Bard, then gives Dinah a smile and a greeting before turning to me.

"And you must be Roy Harper. I've heard so much..."

He extended his hand, I was still surprised. But I eventually returned the handshake, with a smile.

"Really? That's a surprise, even to me. I have to say, this is quite a party you have here Bruce. You've really out done yourself."

I see another waitress passing by. I see Wayne without a drink, so I grab him one, and gently had it to him. Then, Dinah, Bard, Wayne, and myself, give ourselves a small toast.

"Cheers." I say with a small grin.

 

[twylight]

IC: Bruce Wayne



I look down at his hand.

With all he's reminded me of... Even if unintentional, which I'm sure it is... Should I show respect for the man? Don't talk like that. He didn't mean it. How could he possibly know how you'd react? Besides... you're the host. You put yourself into this position. The least you can do is run with it. I grasp the hand, and shake it.

"Likewise. It's been a pleasure, Doctor Elliot.", I say, with a smile.

As he walks away, back into the crowd, I turn, putting my drink down onto the bar. I think it's time I broadened my social status for the evening. It is my goal, after all. And almost everything else has gone according to plan, after all...

I glance over at the few guests that I actually invited with intent. Oswald Cobblepot, being one. A gentlemen in every sense of the word, infront of a crowd like this. But if half of what I've heard about this 'Penguin' arms dealer is true, and he has a connection, as I learned from one of his thugs during an interrogation... It could be as much of an act as the one I'm putting on. Can't lose sight of him. Even the slightest mistake in his act could be integral to my investigation.

I turn my attention to Dinah Lance, as I near the area she's in. She seems to be with someone, this time. And it's not her sister-in-law to be. A good thing, I guess. Everyone needs someone in their life... Even if I'm not the most fitting person to say that.

I also notice someone else, near them. I've seen his face before. Hell, I invited him not long after seeing his face on the cover of a magazine. Har... Harter... Harker... Harper. Now I remember. Roy Harper, of Star City. The fellow billionaire, much like Lex Luthor, who hasn't arrived yet. Knowing Luthor, however, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show up at all...

I casually walk over, smiling and nodding at a few random guests, trying to tell me what a great party this has turned out to be over the noise of conversation. They fail to do so, but I guess I should be pleased that people are enjoying themselves. The more they do, the less they can pay attention to any slip-ups I may make, trying to convince them that I don't spend my nights like... well, the way I do spend my nights.

Eventually, I turn, seeing Lance, Harper, and Lance's escort. Better put on one hell of a show, Bruce. Because she may very well be the only one here that's seen both you and The Batman up close...

"Ms. Lance.", I state, as all three turn to me. "It's good to see that you made it. Always nice to see a familiar face.", I continue, with another smile.

I turn to her escort.

"And this must be your escort. Mister...?", I ask, extending my hand.

He looks at it, for a second, before shaking it. I could tell he was hesitant.

"It's... Bard. Jason Bard.", He says.

Bard... I know I've heard that name. But where? He doesn't look familiar... And judging from his attire, I don't believe him to be the head of any major company... Wait. Bard. The list... The suspects the police have in The Batman case. His name appears right above mine. This is...

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I smile again. But this one is a little more heartfelt. Mainly because I may have just found my way out...

"It's good to meet you. Hope you've enjoyed the party thus far.", I say, before noticing Harper, behind Lance.

"And you must be Roy Harper. I've heard so much...", I say, extending my hand once again.

"It's Detective Bard." I say to clarify, not to have Jason slighted by either of the two millionaires, even though he seems to be able to stand on his own.
This is so awkward, mentally I'm doing that little Kermit the Frog exasperated scream. What now?

WHAT NOW?

"Cheers."

I smile and take a sip of my drink.

"So, gentlemen, what have you been up to?"

 

[Nightwing 52]

"It's Detective Bard." I say to clarify, not to have Jason slighted by either of the two millionaires, even though he seems to be able to stand on his own.
This is so awkward, mentally I'm doing that little Kermit the Frog exasperated scream. What now?

WHAT NOW?

"Cheers."

I smile and take a sip of my drink.

"So, gentlemen, what have you been up to?"

I take another sip out of the glass, after the toast.

"I've been out of the country for a few things that needed taking care of, over the past month."

I continue to drink, and hope that Dinah knew what I meant by those things, after I foolishly, or should I say accidently, revealed what I really do, when I'm not at parties like this, that night on the yacht.

"After, when I got back to Star, I decided to build a new shelter facility for homeless children. I've been seeing a lot roaming the streets lately, so I thought I'd put an end to it. I'm working on the blueprints.

I put my hand in my pocket again.

"When I announced the project, I was asked to appear in a magazine, and on the Star morning news."

I was nearly done with my second glass for the evening. I was reflecting and realizing how busy I had actually been. Then continued the converstation.

"What about you Dinah? Bruce?"

 

[Apprentice]

PART TWO
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"Uh. . ."

"Hal! You're awake! We were so worried about you!"

"Carol?"

Hal Jordan's eyes fluttered open, his vision detecting only the delicate features of Carol Ferris...his superior. Groaning as he attempted to mvoe, he found his muscles protesting against their abrupt 'reactivation', but pulled himself into a sitting position and scanned the room. The unnaturally bright lights...the gathering of flowers...the bed pan resting against the wall...

"Why the hell am I in hospital?" he mumbled in disbelief. His entire form was racked with a dull ache, and he had to suppress the urge to release his anxiety through shrieking.

Carol's rouged lips stretched upwards in a warm smile. "You crashed, remember? You detected bl --"

"Blips!" he interjected, completely alert again. "Those blips! It was huge, it clipped my wing! And the first one - it was green and it crashed down like a comet! What were they, Carol?"

Carol sighed heavily and eased back into her chair. "Hal. . .you mustn't talk about them. There were no blips. You crashed because of a fault with the jet."

Hal shook his head vigorously. "No. No, there were blips! There wasn't a fault! She handled like a dream, Carol! Look at the wing, it's damaged! Damaged because of when I clipped the blip. . ."

Carol's frown deepened, her neatly-trimmed brow furrowing as she rose and moved to the privacy curtain. "The jet underwent a routine investigation. The wing was not damaged. Listen, Hal, I'm going to go and get the nurse. You stay here, okay?"

"Where the hell else am I gonna go?" Hal muttered indignantly.
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"A psychiatrist? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid so, Ms Ferris," the nurse responded, scratching the pen nib against the paper strapped to the the clipboard in a bored, idle fashion. "All this ranting and raving. . .it looks like PST to me. It's standard procedure."

Carol gritted her teeth and gulped down a mouthful from the mug of coffee before her. "What exactly does PST treatment entail?"

"Well, for the first week, a nurse will be assigned to be with him twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," the nurse explained simply. "She'll make an evaluation, and we'll go from there."

"All right," Carol murmured. "I'll go and break the news to him. . .it's such a shame, though. He was such a good pilot. . .and now he's gone mad. It's not just after the incident, though; he was reporting the blips before he crashed. No wonder we couldn't detect them. . ."

"If that's the case, he may be needing more than a week of treatment. . ."
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"Um, nurse?"

"Yes, Ms Ferris?"

"I just went to tell Hal about the measures being taken and. . .well, he's gone."

To be continued...​

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I take another sip out of the glass, after the toast.

"I've been out of the country for a few things that needed taking care of, over the past month."

I continue to drink, and hope that Dinah knew what I meant by those things, after I foolishly, or should I say accidently, revealed what I really do, when I'm not at parties like this, that night on the yacht.

"After, when I got back to Star, I decided to build a new shelter facility for homeless children. I've been seeing a lot roaming the streets lately, so I thought I'd put an end to it. I'm working on the blueprints.

I put my hand in my pocket again.

"When I announced the project, I was asked to appear in a magazine, and on the Star morning news."

I was nearly done with my second glass for the evening. I was reflecting and realizing how busy I had actually been. Then continued the converstation.

"What about you Dinah? Bruce?"

A busy man, it seems. Maybe even busier than I've been. Then again, I doubt he's been thrown through the air in an armored tank due to an explosion, recently...

I take a sip of my own drink, trying my best to look like I'm consuming more than I actually am. Can't use the Ginger Ale routine with this. But I still want to remain focused... I can't let myself be slurred in the alcohol. Not if I plan to rejoin the nightlife of Gotham's plagued streets, later on.

"Well, I don't think there's much to explain, on my end. Wayne Enterprises' stock is higher than ever, I've got multiple deals and offers in the works with some very high profile companies... And, well, take a look around you.", I say, before taking another sip. "I've managed to raise some money for some of our city's less fortunate, and throw the party of the century ontop of all of that.", I say, with somewhat of a laugh.

I hate talking about any of that. It makes me seem so... spoiled. So arrogant. So aware of my own fortunes that nothing else matters to me in the world.

I guess that means I'm doing a good job with this act, so far...

 

[batnkevlar]

TWO DAYS AGO:

I know he's here, in my city. I know he's around, watching me. I know he can see me, and I can see him, and we can both see each other, and he's afraid. I know he's afraid. He might not know who exactly I am, but I know who he is.

I know who Superman is.

He's an alien, from another world.

He's a danger to us all.

He's a danger to myself.

He's a danger to this city.

I shall call him out. I know what he can do, for the most part. I have to be wary of surprises. He can't get the upperhand. He's Goliath. I'm David.

Biblical fiction is what that is, but I'm trying to prove a point. I'm not a religious man. God can do whatever he wants with me in heaven, or hell if he chooses.

But I can do whatever the hell I want here, on Earth.

I stand on the roof of the LuthorCorp tower. It's night time, and the night moon shines, full and bright. Been there, done that. I have shuttles in the docking bay for that sort of thing.

I make sure it's only able to be handled by me, the machine, I mean. I don't need my lackies helping me.

Lex Luthor doesn't need any help.

I know he can fly. I know he is fast. I know he is strong. I know he can manipulate energy in the air to shoot from his eyes. If he can manipulate energy liek that from his eyes, to expel energy, he can most likely take IN energy. As in X-rays, infrared, you name it. Given that, he can see anything, things that mere mortals can't see.

Luckily I'm no mere mortal. I switch on my goggles than the projector.

It lights up the night sky, or at least, what I can see in my goggles. Bystanders wouldn't be able to see it. It's infrared technology. It writes symbols and letters into the heavens, carving into the clouds. I got the idea after Manheim came back from Gotham and told me what was happening there.

Memo to myself: meet the bat also. He might serve my purpose well.

A shield presented itself into the night sky. And in the middle of the shield, an S prevailed. I have seen this symbol before, on the alien's chest, and I continued to etch it into the sky.

And I began to wait.

 

[The Question]

I've been over the city a few times. I should probably get back to my apartment and pack for the trip. Maybe.....


What was that?


Something in the sky. Looks....odd. Can't quite place it. I adjust my range of vision to a different point of the EM spectrum.



Great scott.


In the sky over Metropolis hovers a giant version of the symbol on my costume, sculpted in EM radiation.



And it's coming from Lecorp tower.



I fly towards the tower, and spot Luthor standing there. I descend until I'm hovering over him, with my back to the biggest lightsource, the moon, to better obscure my features.


"You know, alot of people have been trying to get my atention over the past few days. Signs, small crouds, even one fellow with a Superman T-shirt and a megaphone. This is certainly the most imaginative way I've seen yet."

 

[batnkevlar]

I've been over the city a few times. I should probably get back to my apartment and pack for the trip. Maybe.....


What was that?


Something in the sky. Looks....odd. Can't quite place it. I adjust my range of vision to a different point of the EM spectrum.



Great scott.


In the sky over Metropolis hovers a giant version of the symbol on my costume, sculpted in EM radiation.



And it's coming from Lecorp tower.



I fly towards the tower, and spot Luthor standing there. I descend until I'm hovering over him, with my back to the biggest lightsource, the moon, to better obscure my features.


"You know, alot of people have been trying to get my atention over the past few days. Signs, small crouds, even one fellow with a Superman T-shirt and a megaphone. This is certainly the most imaginative way I've seen yet."

I see him, floating in front of the moon, hoping to intimidate me. I don't flinch.

"Why thank you. Care to come inside for a drink?"

 

[The Question]

"Not really, no. Tell me, why has the smartest man in the world taken such an interest in someone who all of the respectable news organizations have called a glorified UFO sighting? I somehow doubt that this an entirely social call."

 

[batnkevlar]

"Not really, no. Tell me, why has the smartest man in the world taken such an interest in someone who all of the respectable news organizations have called a glorified UFO sighting? I somehow doubt that this an entirely social call."

"I have two questions for you- er, what can I call you? The newspapers are calling you Superman."

I pace and watch him float above me. I'm not scared.

"Two questions: How many powers do you have, Superman? I counted four: strength, speed, sight, flight. How many?"

 

[The Question]

"That seems to be about all of it. I've also noticed that I'm much harder to hurt than normal people. What's your second question?"

 

[batnkevlar]

"That seems to be about all of it. I've also noticed that I'm much harder to hurt than normal people. What's your second question?"

"How many powers does a normal human have?"

 

[The Question]

Alright. He's definately setting me up for something. Might as well play along for now.

"None, obviously. What's your point?"

 

[batnkevlar]

Alright. He's definately setting me up for something. Might as well play along for now.

"None, obviously. What's your point?"

TWO DAYS AGO:

"What's my point? WHAT'S MY POINT? My point is, since the dawn of time, humans have dealt with humans. They have realized that arrows can pierce flesh, that claws can slice, that bullets can kill one, and that a bomb can kill many. Adaptation led us to figure out new things, new tools, new weapons. Genghis Khan knew what he was going up against: men just like him, albeit not as powerful or intelligent. He knew what they could handle, what his troops could handle. But alas, the world is different now."

I turn away from him and proceed to the elevator shaft.

"Metahumans are popping up. Humans, aliens, gods, all around us. The balance of power has shifted. People can kill people just by looking at them. They can control minds of people like the president, they can shift into kings and queens. And you, you would never do that, would you? Use your power to take over the world, I mean."

The elevator shaft opens up.

 

[The Question]

"It really hadn't crossed my mind. Mr. Luthor, I must say, this all seems very extreme. How many actual superhumans have there been besides me? That fellow in Central City, the Themyscerian ambasador, and your poster child for Lexcorp's advances in neural science. And, according to most people, I don't even exist. I believe Fox News said I was a "product of the reality detatched, TV addicted world we know live in." Besides that, nothing more than tabloid rumors and urban legends. At least, last time I checked. Really, this sounds kind of paranoid. Not to mention somewhat hypocritical. I mean...."

I begin rising into the air.

"....some people might consider your high levels of inteligence a super power, Mr. Luthor. Good night."

I streak off into the sky.


I probably shouldn't have spoken to him. Something tells me this is going to end badly.

 

[Byrd Man]

It's a crude setup, crude but efficent. I'm talking about the massive cave under stately Wayne Manor. It turns out Mr. Wayne is indeed The Batman, He could have fooled me with his foopish mannerism and throwing around money. I guess I have to go up there and arrest him at his own party, but is Batman so bad? I mean he's cleaning up a city as dirty as a hooker's hoohaw. He's done some good and the whole episode with Dent, How do I know that Dent didn't have it coming.

I don't hear General Eiling in my ear so Wayne must have some kind of jammers setup down here. I pull out a hankerchief and my foutain pen. I scribble out a note to Wayne and leave it on a table in the cave. I've been gone too long. I make my way up the stairs and go through the opening in the grandfather clock.

"Nate! Can you hear me?"

General Eiling's voice rings in my ear.

"I can hear you Wade, I must have hit a deadspot. I have the bugs planted and I'm heading back,"

I hurry back to the small party and see Bruce Wayne hobknobbing with a few other blue bloods and one very breathtaking woman. I walk up to the small group and hold out my hand.

"Mr. Wayne. Captain Nate Adam. Pleasure to meet you."

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I hurry back to the small party and see Bruce Wayne hobknobbing with a few other blue bloods and one very breathtaking woman. I walk up to the small group and hold out my hand.

"Mr. Wayne. Captain Nate Adam. Pleasure to meet you."

Before Lance is given the chance to join in the conversation (Though, given what we're talking about, and in the manner we are, I wouldn't blame her for not), I spot the Captain coming towards us out of the corner of my eye.

Oddly, He's heading from the western corner. Peculiar, to an extent, given that he went to the trouble of going all the way across the room. But then I remember the restrooms around the corners of that hallway. Still, it's something that caught my attention. But it's best that I don't show it. After all... Part of me is still questioning why exactly the goverment allowed him to accept my invitation...

I grasp his hand, with a nod.

"Likewise, Captain. I've heard much about your exploits... They've impressed, to put it in mild terms. I do hope you've enjoyed yourself this evening.", I say, taking another sip of my drink.

Need to stop doing that. The more I consume, the less chance I'll have of knocking it out of my system before the night's over...

 

[Nightwing 52]

IC: Bruce Wayne



A busy man, it seems. Maybe even busier than I've been. Then again, I doubt he's been thrown through the air in an armored tank due to an explosion, recently...

I take a sip of my own drink, trying my best to look like I'm consuming more than I actually am. Can't use the Ginger Ale routine with this. But I still want to remain focused... I can't let myself be slurred in the alcohol. Not if I plan to rejoin the nightlife of Gotham's plagued streets, later on.

"Well, I don't think there's much to explain, on my end. Wayne Enterprises' stock is higher than ever, I've got multiple deals and offers in the works with some very high profile companies... And, well, take a look around you.", I say, before taking another sip. "I've managed to raise some money for some of our city's less fortunate, and throw the party of the century ontop of all of that.", I say, with somewhat of a laugh.

I hate talking about any of that. It makes me seem so... spoiled. So arrogant. So aware of my own fortunes that nothing else matters to me in the world.

I guess that means I'm doing a good job with this act, so far...

"Looks to me like I'm not the only one busy." I say laughing along with him.

Suddenly I see someone walking toward us, who I try to identify, but have no luck doing so. I watch, as he introduces himself to Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne. Captain Nate Adam. Pleasure to meet you."

A small conversation begins to brew between the two of them, when Wayne soon responds to the greeting.

"Likewise, Captain. I've heard much about your exploits... They've impressed, to put it in mild terms. I do hope you've enjoyed yourself this evening."

I take another sip out of my glass. My last one. I set the glass on the table next to me, then looked over to the Captain.

"Captain." I say with a small grin.

"Nice to meet you. Roy Harper."

I extend my hand, after introducing myself.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Looks to me I'm not the only one busy." I say laughing along with him.

Suddenly I see someone walking toward us, who I try to identify, but have no luck doing so. I watch, as he introduces himself to Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne. Captain Nate Adam. Pleasure to meet you."

A small conversation begins to brew between the two of them, when Wayne soon responds to the greeting.

"Likewise, Captain. I've heard much about your exploits... They've impressed, to put it in mild terms. I do hope you've enjoyed yourself this evening."

I take another sip out of my glass. My last one. I set the glass on the table next to me, then looked over to the Captain.

"Captain." I say with a small grin.

"Nice to meet you. Roy Harper."

I extend my hand, after introducing myself.

I shake Wayne's hand and listen to his words, still kind of perplexed by the fact that he is Batmanm when another man extends his hand. I shake it and smile.

"Mr. Harper, Very nice to meet you, hope you don't mind but I'm kind of autographed out for tonight."

 

[Nightwing 52]

I shake Wayne's hand and listen to his words, still kind of perplexed by the fact that he is Batmanm when another man extends his hand. I shake it and smile.

"Mr. Harper, Very nice to meet you, hope you don't mind but I'm kind of autographed out for tonight."

"No need to trouble yourself Captain, I'm sure there will be another time. I say to him, after finishing shaking his hand.

"Perhaps the next time you come to Star, and we visit the hanger I have with my small collection of jets."

I had to admit, I was glad I actually came to Wayne's party tonight. Beautiful women serving some of my favorite drinks, a nice conversation with people who I considered new friends.

 

[Byrd Man]

"No need to trouble yourself Captain, I'm sure there will be another time. I say to him, after finishing shaking his hand.

"Perhaps the next time you come to Star, and we visit the hanger I have with my small collection of jets."

I had to admit, I was glad I actually came to Wayne's party tonight. Beautiful women serving some of my favorite drinks, a nice conversation with people who I considered new friends.

The more I talk to Harper the more I like him.

"Oh, You fly? well I'm a pretty good pilot myself, I had three confirmed kills in the gulf war, and I almost had one in Bosnia."

Thoughts of Hal Jordan bursh to the surface but I make them go back down.

 

[Nightwing 52]

The more I talk to Harper the more I like him.

"Oh, You fly? well I'm a pretty good pilot myself, I had three confirmed kills in the gulf war, and I almost had one in Bosnia."

Thoughts of Hal Jordan bursh to the surface but I make them go back down.

I laugh a bit.

"Heh, you could say I do. But I may not be as experienced, as someone like yourself. I own a Lear. Which is probably the one I favor the most, whenever I fly alone. It has a bit of green interior in it as well."

 

[Byrd Man]

I laugh a bit.

"Heh, you could say I do. But I may not be as experienced, as someone like yourself. I own a Lear. Which is probably the one I favor the most, whenever I fly alone. It has a bit of green interior in it as well."

"So Mr. Harper, Are you a billionaire or a superhero?"

I laugh a little too much at my own joke.

 

[The BatDude]

“Ok Zeke I call you later.”
I hang up my cell phone as I approach a red light. I start fixing my tie. I see a shadow in the rear view mirror but I pay no attention to it, maybe I should have.
I hear some tapping in the window
“Another beggar?! Gotham has really gone done hill lately.”
I roll down the mirror
“Look man, I don’t have any change on me.”
I take a quick look at the red light.
I turn around and I see a 9 millimeter in my face.
“What the fu…”
He unlocks the door. I try to talk to him
“Look man this isn’t my…”
Too bad, they did not stop him from whacking me in the head with his handgun. He grabs me and throws me out of the car.
“Someone help!”
Blood starts oozing out of my mouth. He throws me my cell phone and smiles
“Thanks for the ride.”
Only in Gotham could I get Roy’s car jacked without anyone giving a damn.

 

[Nightwing 52]

"So Mr. Harper, Are you a billionaire or a superhero?"

I laugh a little too much at my own joke.

I froze for a second. I looked and saw Bard beginning to laugh.

"Haha, that would actually be a bit funny."

After he said that, I see Wayne kind of raising an eyebrow. Out of the three of them, Dinah would be the only one to know why I probably would have the green in the first place. But still, I had to be more careful with what I said, so I didn't risk my other identity.

I gather my thoughts, then look back at Adam.

"That's a nice one, Captain." I say laughing along with the joke.

"But no, I thought it would just make for a more different kind of look, then other regular jets these days."

I then find myself asking the same question, like before. What kind of life do I live? After, I put more into the conversation.

"Tell me though, do you have a favorite?"