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Post by Lois Lane on Mar 23, 2020 15:38:49 GMT -5
Participants: Lois Lane & Chris Kent Open/Closed: Closed Location(s): Canned beans warehouse in Metropolis. Time of Day: Close to midnight Weather: Clear night Summary: Lois does a little reconnaissance for a story and Chris tags along. Things don't exactly go as planned. Most people, when wanting to bond with their children, went to a movie or brunch or sports game of some sort. Lois, it would seem, broke into a warehouse she was pretty sure was manufacturing illegal drugs on the side. It wasn’t like she’d planned this outing for that reason, though. It’d been on her schedule for a week now and she’d been on her way out when she’d paused, looked at Chris. The kid had been sitting on the couch, just staring at the TV, and Lois realized he didn’t have much of a life since coming back. She blamed herself, mostly. She and Clark didn’t honestly know what to do with him. Throw him in school? He’d missed, what, ten years? How would that work? Homeschool? She didn’t feel particularly qualified for that and it wasn’t like she and Clark had much time or would even know where to begin. Besides, that wouldn’t help with getting him out in the world. Teen Titans? He’d get to hang out with kids his own age that also had less-than-normal lives. Yeah, that didn’t sound too bad. She’d have to bring it up to Clark later, see what he thought about it.
For now, though, the least she could do was get the kid out of the apartment.
It was good she’d been initially planning on inviting Jimmy, which meant she had a security guard uniform that fit the young man. Well, it was kind of tight, but not more so than the spandex she’d seen him adorn before, so he could live with it.
Now, wearing a matching uniform of her own, she strolled up to the nearest entrance. It was the middle of the night, the plant closed, but she was still hyper aware of any possible security. Also, security cameras. She adjusted her cap to better cover her face, and turned back briefly to do the same to Chris’s. Then she turned her focus back to the task at hand, digging a security badge she’d swiped from a guard the other day out of her pocket and flitting it across the scanner. There was a beep and the door unlocked with a click. She turned back to Chris with a smirk, before turning more serious and propping the door open with her foot as she paused their entrance for just a moment.
“Remember, we’re sneaking, but we’re not going to be obvious about it.” She paused, poked his nose for emphasis. “And no powers. There are cameras everywhere.”
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Post by Chris Kent on Mar 25, 2020 16:22:32 GMT -5
Chris had always been fascinated by the work his mom did. He'd never liked that it put her in danger but he'd also never doubted her ability to get herself out of danger. Lois Lane was anything but helpless after all. Part of him always hoped anytime his parents walked out the front door - or flew out the window - they'd ask him to tag along. Occasionally they did. Most of the time, though, he was left alone around the house or patrolling the city. It didn't help him not think about Thara. He both wanted to avoid thinking about her - it hurt - and never stop. Even though he was no longer in the Phantom Zone and subject to its affects, part of him was still scared that if he stopped, he'd forget her.
He'd been surprised when Lois had asked him to tag along with her on a work thing - a stakeout he thought it sounded like. He'd been even more surprised to learn she was asking for him and not Nightwing. Of course Chris Kent and Nightwing were technically the same person, but there was a difference in his mind. Nightwing could do far more than Chris Kent. He didn't know what use there was for Chris Kent. But his civilian life and name were gifts from his adopted parents that he treasured and thus he had no intention of throwing those out and just being Nightwing all the time.
So Chris Kent it was.
That was how he found himself outside the warehouse in clothes that didn't really fit right - Where had she gotten them? - eyes already focused on the building, trying to look inside and frowning when his x-ray vision was met with lead. He blinked, brought out of his focus by Lois adjusting his hat. He didn't protest, fond of anything that showed her motherly side. He knew she'd once doubted whether or not she'd be a good mother - he remembered the discussion between her and Clark he'd overheard on the Kent Farm when he'd been a kid. He just hoped she didn't have those doubts anymore. In his eyes there was no one better suited to be his mom than her.
He tilted his head to the side slightly when she poked his nose, his face then scrunching with confusion when she said no powers. Did that include x-ray vision? Because he'd been doing that just moments ago. He put on a smile that he hoped didn't look guilty.
"What are we looking for?" he asked just to make sure he had it right. His mind was also, though, trying to figure out how to be sneaky but not obviously sneaky. He was pretty sure Thara had tried to teach him that. He didn't think he'd ever gotten the hang of it.
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Post by Lois Lane on Jul 26, 2020 17:16:45 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but smirk a little when she saw the guilt behind the smile he gave her. If she were to guess, he’d probably just been trying to case the place with his x-ray vision. She assumed, though, that like most dubious building in Metropolis nowadays, it was lined with lead. Criminals always seemed so desperate to not be caught they lost all sense of subtlety.
“Alright,” she amended, “no obvious powers.” She slipped through the door as Chris asked what they were looking for. She gave a shrug, eyeing the expanse of machinery in the building. “Something that can link this place to the drug trade.” There were workers—and robots—bustling around the building, putting together pieces of metal that would eventually be parts to a car. Lois’s gaze swept past them. She honestly didn’t expect the low ranking grunts of the factory to know anything about the owner’s illegal side job. The robots might—it was always a possibility in this city—but they were really just glorified screwdrivers, so not the best source of intel.
She walked through the building like she knew exactly where she was going. She kinda did, having secured the blueprints for the place from a source. She could feel Chris following closely behind her and, inexplicably, she was almost nervous. It was dumb, because he was near-indestructible and had faced world-ending threats before. If they got busted, the worst part would be figuring out how to get out of it without compromising Chris’s identity. She assumed, though, it was instinctive for a mother to worry. She wasn’t sure, was still actually pretty new to the whole mom thing, but it seemed like a good guess.
She stopped just outside a door that was marked for supervisors only, pretending to bend down and tie her shoe. “Can you see inside?” Her voice was low, not loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby, but she knew Chris’s super hearing would pick up on it without a problem. She knew the outside walls had probably been lined with lead, but who knew, maybe they were cheap and had neglected the inside ones.
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Post by Chris Kent on Feb 28, 2021 18:42:53 GMT -5
Chris grinned like a child that had just been given far too much candy when Lois clarified no obvious powers which meant so long as he wasn't obvious, he could use some of his powers. Subtlety might not have been his strong suit but there was no time like the present to learn - and his mom was a great teacher. She was the Lois Lane, after all. He nodded when she explained what they were looking for. Drug busts hadn't been his forte when he'd last been Nightwing but it was something both Lois and Clark had done many times before so he was more than happy to be a part of that.
He could hear Lois' heart as they moved through the building. It didn't sound as calm as it usually did. Was she nervous? She didn't seem worried - he knew what that sounded like and even how worry looked on her. After all he'd shown up on her doorstep, beaten with a dying Thara in his arms before. Thankfully their reunion this time had gone much better with much less blood and risk of dying. Was she nervous because of him, though? Or was there more to this job than she was letting on? He wanted to ask but he didn't think talking was a good way to be sneaky.
Then he heard her voice in his ear even though she wasn't actually speaking into it. He'd learned early on how to focus his hearing, how to tune out the world around him and focus on what he needed to hear. Clark had helped with that. He turned his attention to the door to the room she was referring to. He focused on it, eyes narrowing. He couldn't see through the walls - a downside of Superman's weaknesses being public knowledge, everyone had lead lined walls nowadays it seemed or at the very least every criminal did. But the door, while metal, wasn't lead.
He wasn't able to see the entire room through the door which meant there'd still be unknown variables but knowing something was better than knowing nothing. He could see at least two men in the room, one leaning against the wall opposite of the door. The other he only saw when he briefly passed the door - that guy seemed to be... pacing? Yeah he seemed to be pacing. Chris frowned when he noticed both men at the very least had pistols strapped to their hips. That wasn't good. He may have been bulletproof but Lois certainly wasn't.
"At least two men," he replied quietly, "They have guns." He stepped to the side slightly to try to get even just a little bit of a different angle into the room. "I... I think there's cash on a table," he added, pouting a little like a child because he couldn't see farther into the room through the door. He huffed quietly. Stupid lead. His eyes then returned to Lois, eyebrows arching faintly as if to quietly ask what the next move was.
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