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[ Come to think of it, he didn't actually. Ask. What with the whole Hal thing. ]
Don't think so. I know there was weird dream stuff? But I don't know what kind of weird dream stuff.
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[Jaime doesn't go the teenage sarcasm route as often as he could, but his voice is just dripping with it now. To be honest, it's another layer between him and everything that he'd dreamed about. It's easier just to express the age-old irritation at everything they've been exposed to.]
Superman came to mine for a while. And in mine, I was, uh -- evil? [He stirs his straw in his smoothie once, clockwise.] My suit can produce Kryptonite, and I used it against him. And then he went evil.
[He sounds a little disgruntled about it, as if Superman should take him having Kryptonite in stride because Jaime took all the violence Superman committed in stride. How dare people have different reactions than him?]
Anyway, point being, he wasn't too happy about me having Kryptonite after we woke up.
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But the Kryptonite... ]
Wait, you can seriously just... make that stuff? [ What the hell can't beetle-boy do? ] I mean, I get why that'd freak him out, I guess, but it's not like you asked to be able to do that, right?
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Anyway, I thought we were cool, but then Batman decided to talk to me about it while I was patrolling -- which is literally the first time he's talked to me since he got here. [Rude.] To tell me that I had to hand the Kryptonite over - which I can't - and that any other dangerous junk I have should go directly to the Justice League. [A beat.] Which also isn't happening.
[Even if he could take all of the things he didn't want to give them away, he wouldn't shoot for the Justice League, that's for sure. It's not that he distrusts them, per se, but they've got enough responsibility, enough power. He doesn't know them as a monolith, and he wants to see how they work first.
He wrinkles his nose, thinking about Batman, and Superman, and Green Lantern before confessing,] I get the feeling the Justice League doesn't like me much.
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[ Sure, they're the Justice League, but that doesn't — or shouldn't mean that they get to order everyone around. Especially completely unaffiliated superheroes. Who are teenagers. And who just stumbled into this crap. Dicks.
Man, what a mess. Booster barely refrains from rolling his eyes, but it's obvious enough in his tone, anyway. ]
I mean, I'm just saying, considering some of their track records, and considering yours... I think you should get to keep all your stuff. Also, because it's your stuff.
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Which is exactly what he wants, frankly. He's in the mood to be seen as a friend, not as a threat.]
Well, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I'd give the Kryptonite to Superman or Power Girl if I could, but I'm not gonna give anything to Batman just 'cause he tells me to, even if he doesn't trust me with this stuff.
[Batman probably doesn't, Hal definitely doesn't, and Superman? He said that he still trusts Jaime, but he's not so sure. Superman seems a little wary, and maybe that's his right.]
But apparently Superman told Batman not to go after me after he told him I had Kryptonite, so I have no idea what their deal is. I told him all about it already, and he wanted me to tell someone what my powers actually are. [His smile is a little wry.] I offered to tell him, but only if he didn't tell the rest of the League.
[It's pretty easy to judge by Jaime's expression that Superman hadn't been altogether reassuring in that news of his powers wouldn't reach the rest's ears at some point. No, thank you.]
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... but nah. ]
Soooo, I have to ask: what's in it for you?
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[He lets out a little huff of breath, half amused, half just derisive of the whole thing. It's hard not to feel a little jade about it, but then he reminds himself that he likes and trusts Superman, that if Batman's like the one from his world, he's not so bad.
Besides, he doesn't want the conflict in his life. He can at all assuage their fears, he will. Jaime shrugs.]
I don't think the Justice League has the right to know what I can do -- or what anyone can do, honestly. [Booster would agree with that, surely; he saw how poorly that had gone the first time. The last thing they need is another superpower database.]
But if makes them feel better that someone knows... well, I don't really care if you know.
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He leans back against the counter, shrugging with one shoulder. ]
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you trust me with it and everything, but I'm a little surprised they agreed to it being me.
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[Maybe it's because Superman knows that Booster's the only other adult superhero out here he'd trust with this sort of information. He's not close to any of them like he is with Booster, but it could mean something else too.
He shrugs.]
Maybe he trusts you more than you think.
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[ Now that he'll have to see to believe. Maybe he needs to give Superman a call, work this whole thing out. Bury the sparkly hatchet. Or at least figure out what his angle is. Is there an angle? Not really the point now, anyway. ]
Okay. I guess if Superman's fine with me being your accountabilibuddy, that's... flattering? I think? I don't know how to feel about this. [ Booster pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, sighing. ] I'm getting off track here. This is about you.
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[Jaime, stop being upset that nobody else likes your problematic fave.
Only, now that Booster's all caught up, Jaime actually has to start talking. From the look on his face, that's turning out to be a more difficult process than he'd initially anticipated. Where does he even begin?]
I didn't actually plan this far ahead. I should've made a list, or something. Should I, like... start from most deadly and go from there?
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Sure. Or in alphabetical order. Or... color coded?
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[That gets Booster a wry smile, though it's fleeting. He's starting to regret this, not because he doesn't trust Booster, but because he really, really hates talking about this. Does Superman have talks to Batman, like, I could punch the sun?
Man, they never talked about this in the brochure.]
You already know about the Kryptonite. I'm pretty sure they've got counters to all sorts of metahumans, but I -- honestly, I spend all my time holding back, not figuring out what I can do, so it's not like I even know everything about it. I can put speedsters in forcefields that zap them if they try to vibrate out of them, [he finally begins, though that doesn't necessarily count as fatal.] If someone's got a lot of energy, I can siphon it off of them, and if someone tries attacking my brain, I can... attack back?
[Uncomfortable, almost offhand:] And I kind of have nukes.
[Oops.]
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But he really is mostly impressively neutral about all of it right up until Jaime basically mumbles the thing about the nukes. That's when he chokes on his smoothie. Just a little. ]
You— hgkk [ cough, ow ] — wow, what? Your little spine buddy is nuclear?
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[Don't choke, Booster. Jaime takes a second to sip awkwardly at his own smoothie, but happily, without choking. It's almost as if they're just two guys who really like smoothies, having a break, only one of them has nukes and the other's only hearing about it for the first time.
Fun stuff, all 'round.]
But, I mean. Yes? Technically? I'm never gonna use them, I just... have them. And other stuff that was, uh, technically meant for taking over the world -- which I'm also not going to use!
[He sighs, a somewhat belaboured sound.]
You can see why I don't spread this around.
[If someone with mind control knew, or someone with powers of possession, or even technopathy, they'd be in a whole world of trouble.
Booster Gold is the man who deserves to know this piece of vital information.]
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I know you're not gonna use them! [ He spreads his arms wide, offended by the very idea. ] What would you even do if you took over the world?
[ Okay. Okay. Don't freak out. He's telling you this because he figured you wouldn't freak out. Right? ]
Okay. So basically you have an anti-superhero arsenal. I kind of already knew that in a broad sense, just not the, uh. Nuclear specifics.
[ He looks a little wary about it, because although if he made a list of "People Booster Gold Would Trust With Nuclear Weapons," Jaime would be near the top of the list (even if being on the list would probably stress him out a lot), he's suddenly aware of the possibility, and that's... well... unsettling. Not least of all because the possibility is in his kitchen. ]
It's not a good ice breaker, I'll give you that. [ But... ] Are you worried about it?
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No, thank you. Booster is, all things considered, taking this about as well as Jaime could have humanly expected him to, but that doesn't stop it from being a deeply uncomfortable subject.]
I'd have to be an idiot not to be, don't you think?
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[ But he lets out a sigh, feeling faintly relieved and then less-faintly guilty for being relieved. Like he actually thought the answer would be any different. ]
No one should have that kind of power. For their sake. I think it'd give me ulcers.
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[But he can't. Maybe some people would deem the Scarab to be too powerful, wonder if he shouldn't just get rid of the whole thing for once and for all, but even looking past the fact that Jaime genuinely loves the other half of his powers, Khaji Da is his partner. If it's the whole package or nothing at all, it's a no-brainer which one he chooses.
He leans against the countertop.]
But I'm stuck with them, so instead I'm just really careful. There's more, too, but that's more individually dangerous instead of...
[He's still holding his smoothie with one hand, so he gestures with his free one.]
Ka-boom.
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... sure, Booster had said the League doesn't deserve to know. And they don't, right? He's pretty sure that still stands. It isn't a problem now. It's only a potential problem. ]
You wanna tell me the rest, or does "a whole lot of stuff" pretty much cover it?
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[He gnaws a little at the inside of his lip, trying to go over everything he knows he can do. Some of them, he uses. Others, he doesn't. He tries not to think too hard about what he's really capable of and there's a good reason for that: it freaks him out.
He's scared of himself, but he doesn't want to spend his whole life actively scared of himself, which means that he busies himself with the powers he likes, his ability to generate clothing, the ability to fly, and everything else he holds dear. He rocks back on his heels for a second, then seems to come up with something resembling a list.]
I can track people down, and you already know about the whole superstrength thing. I can make plasma cannons that probably run hotter than anything anyone's got here - [so, disintegration of people, that's a check] - and I think my sword-hand-thingies can cut through most things. I can control tech, and I can knock out a bunch of people at once using, uh... population control?
[He winces, knowing just how bad that sounds.]
And I can survive a lot. That's all I know about. I think.
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[ There's something about this that makes Booster feel uncomfortably like an authority figure, and uncomfortably lost. Like he's supposed to know what to do with all this information, point Jaime in the direction of something or someone that can help him deal with all this. But — he has it under control already, doesn't he? If he can do all that stuff and he hasn't... well, isn't that good enough?
He doesn't know what Superman or Batman would do. Give the kid a lecture on stuff he already knows? Stuff he probably loses sleep over?
Jeez, Jaime looks so miserable. He can't imagine this kid seriously being a threat. ]
And you've already figured out how to use a ton of this stuff without actually hurting anyone. You know that's kind of amazing, right?
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If he winds up going bad and he can't be stopped, Traci will kill him. Green Lantern will, in all likelihood, help. Until then, he's going to keep himself from going funny like his other self (maybe other, future Jaime just can't take tragedy well), and get some technopaths to look at him. Other than that, what else is there left to do but wait?
Kaidan suggested testing his limits, but he's still unconvinced when he knows how astronomical those limits are.
Whatever he's expecting from Booster, it sure as heck isn't a compliment. He looks up again, lip curling, just a little.]
It's not like I learned how to use it like some piece of machinery. You know that, right? All I really did was talk to him until we started figuring this whole thing out.
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Booster shrugs, giving Jaime a are you kidding me kind of look. ]
So you had a friendly chat with the alien beetlebot that lives in your spine and figured out how not to kill people. That's not not amazing.
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i like how I'm like "OH THIS IS WHAT BOOSTER SHOULD KNOW" completely forgot that i already wrote it
remembering things is hard, who needs that
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