DC: 2011-07-23 - Slobocop

Considering the levels of crime in the world and just how high-profile some of them are compared to more mundane things, a simple series of boosted cars aren't much to sneeze at. Even when they involve a boosted police car at the western end of Arizona, headed through Nevada and on the way to California.

Slobo doesn't exactly realize why he's being chased, but he recently saw in the papers all the publicity these Titans are getting - and just who some of them are.

But right now, he's suffering the worst enemy anyone in a car chase could endure - traffic.

A batch of police officers in their vehicles behind him, and the evening San Fran traffic before him, Slobo's at a complete loss.

It must seem very odd that the traffic is clearing out of the way almost magically, pulling over to the sides to clear a lane for all the police cars flashing sirens and alarms. Well, except the one that Slobo is in. Thank goodness he hasn't figured that out.

Because he felt the need to familiarize himself with a new city from -above- the streets, Jiro Osamu was standing on a rooftop observing the scene. At first he ponders leaving the police to handle things, but... even for someone with his nascent detective skill, he can figure that -something- is up when a number of police cars are in pursuit of another car. And so when Slobo turns a corner, Mr. Unknown is waiting, leaping from the top of a mailbox onto the windshield of the car, and...

*SPLAT* Squishing his face against the windshield, Jiro tried to gather his wits enough, hanging onto the hood for dear life. How the hell -did- his mentor manage to make this look easy?

"FEETAL'S GIZZ!!!" Slobo shouts in surprise as suddenly there's a masked person stuck to his windshield like so much a giant black gadfly. He turns on the windshield wipers, including liquid cleanser, and he hits the brakes so hard his foot goes through the vehicle. So much for that. "Aw, frag!"

Surprised, though not exactly spooked, the teen looks with wide yellow eyes at the person he's trying to wipe away from the windshield. "What th'frag d'you want!?"

"AAAAAAH!" While his mask protected him from the worst of it, Jiro ALMOST reaches up to wipe his face clear, before grasping desperately at the hood, as the car picks up speed from the sudden lack of brakes. "" he screams in Japanese reflexively, before grasping at a wiper, and yanking it up. Not that it improves anything, as he suddenly has moving mechanistry in his face.

Time to take a cue from the Flintstones. Slobo tries to put on the brake once again, but this time by jamming his whole boot into the pavement, dragging the vehicle to a grinding, asphalt-skidding stop. "Get offa the fraggin' car!" shouted the Czarnian, as he exited the door to try to pull the masked fellow off his hood.

As he's dared to exit the vehicle, he's greeted by a great number of police officers drawing their weapons and ordering him to stand down. Slobo just looks surprised and confused.

The Flintstone-esque stop causes Mr. Unknown to slide off the hood, onto the ground. He rolls over to the side of the street, rubbing at his eyes desperately, trying to clear his vision just long enough to observe the police officers surrounding the miscreant inside the police car. With a sigh, he brings his cape up, wrapping it around him in imitation of the famed gaijin Batman, just to maintain the air of mystery, getting ready to back away.

And surreptiously rubs his eyes while he's got the cape up near his face. Slobo puts up his hands, but he doesn't stop moving. He steps outside of the vehicle, and he looks over to Unknown. "Hey!" he said. "You alright?" He tries to shout above all the cops telling him to get down and whatnot.

Even as the cops keeps motioning at Slobo to get down, Mr. Unknown is trying to fade back into the darkness. "Hai, yes, yes," he says, enunciating his English as carefully as he can. "The police... follow what they say." He automatically reaches for his grappling hook, before reconsidering. No, he wasn't going to use it. Not without enough testing. What could you expect from a Macgyvered piece of work?

"Wait, why? The car was stolen. I just used it to get here cuz I heard this is where the Titans live..." Slobo just sounds utterly lost. "I, uh... yeah!" he looks to the gaggle (a whole bunch) of cops. "Was this one of yours?" he asks, finally making the connection. "Uh, some jagoffs boosted it. I boosted it back. They should be unconscious, maybe hospitalized by now, in... Arizona! Yeah, that's where I was when I got this ride."

The cops look dubious at this, and even as an officer motions for Mr. Unknown to step away, another officer keeps his hands fixed. "Step away from the car, and put your hands on the hood." No, they didn't seem particularly likely to listen to Slobo's story, and Mr. Unknown runs, cutting through into the alley.

Slobo tilted his head, and he shook it. "Look, I'm sorry about the car, but it was in good hands. I'll even fix it if you guys want me to," he offered. The issues of having a rather gray morality. "And I- hey!" he looks as Mr. Unknown takes off. "Hey, where're you going!?" Its then the teen hops onto the hood of the car. "Get back here, y'bastich! Leavin' me behind like this! I didn't even *do* anything!"

Mr. Unknown, determined to keep the air of mystery about him, flips and swings up towards the fire escape ladder, stopping as he hears shouts.

"Look out!" "He's not cooperating!" "Hold your fire!" But it was too late for that last shout, as, already nervous, one of the police officers with an itchy trigger finger had fired a gun right at Slobo.

The round thunks against Slobo's skin, flattening against his incredibly tough exterior. The teen looked over his shoulder, his brows furrowing, his yellow eyes going wid. "Alright, you blue-wearin' wackjobs... I'm gonna save you a lot of trouble! Point me where the Titans live and I'll get in their hair and outta yours, 'less you wanna be sent home on stretchers!" Not body bags at least.

"Hold your fire, hold your fire!" shouts one of the officers. Most comply, but not before the first trigger-happy cop fires another shot. And lo, Mr. Unknown has appeared again, not quite rushing into things, but watching, ready to step in if something happens.

That second shot once again lands on Slobo, this time opening a small hole in his shirt on his chest. Two shots from the same officer, and the teen isn't even fazed. However, he growls, and leaps, soaring through the air towards the officer. This likely will be followed by a hail of bullets, which Slobo is just as likely to ignore. He reaches out to try to snatch the firearm from the officer's hands, and crush it in his grip.

The difficulty with a hail of bullets is the population and the officers density. Which is why the police resort to hand-to-hand combat, but they cannot keep up with Slobo, especially as a firearm gets crushed. So they resort to closer-up tasers. And then, as soon as there is an opening, Mr. Unknown is swooping in, a flurry of kicks and punches admist the swishing of a black cape.

The last time Slobo had to deal with being mobbed was when he was in a mosh pit. So he does what comes naturally - he thrashes and swings, overpowers and throws. Every one of them is trained - Mr. Unknown likely moreso. But Slobo's a single target in a group of men, and similar to the exposition scene in the Lord of the Rings movie, he takes a swing and cops go flying. Not to permanently damage, but just to get them the hell off of him!

Which makes it easier for Mr. Unknown to try and engage Slobo one-on-one without having to deal with melee battles. Not that he's terrible at it, but it makes it easier to focus, and try and find that almost Zen-esque state of mind where Jiro could work on turning Slobo's strength against him. A feint, a motion, and then a side-step and Mr. Unknown aims for a throw to clear Slobo completely away from everyone else.

And this is where discipline and finesse overpower raw brute assaults. Slobo overextends himself and goes tumbling through the air, hitting the ground and rolling. As the cops get their bearing, they see that this masked and caped crusader is taking things in hand, and they decide to leave him to it.

Slobo shook the dizziness from his head, blinking yellow eyes at the masked fellow. "Who are you?" he asked, as if fulfilling some kind of hackneyed cliche.

Flexing his fingers, Mr. Unknown brings a finger to his lips, shaking his head. THIS he knew, this he could at least handle in a strange new country, a one-on-one duel with... well, some strange person. He -almost- smiles, his expression shifting subtly from a somewhat tentative air of a young man to a confident fighter. Not that he was by any means a Master, but he was expert enough to know how to handle raw brute assaults. (How fortunate for the young man that he had no idea just how much brute strength Slobo had, or he might not be quite smiling...)

And then Mr. Unknown cocks his head, lifts his chin, brings the hand from his lips forward, and beckons. And makes an audible, almost insulting sniff.

When challenged... well, the guy's wearing a mask and a cape. Hero or villain, he just challenged the Top Teen. Getting up to his feet, Slobo popped his neck, leaned a bit forward, and took a sniff himself. And then another. "There we go... got'cher sent now, boyo. No matter where you run, I'll be able t'find ya." He laughed. "I'm only gonna ask you once - you sure about this? I like yer hat, I don't wanna see it get smashed all over th'road."

It is most definitely the arrogance of youth. His mentor would have chewed him out for this, but Jiro does not feel any fear, assuming that whatever he cannot handle, at least he will have bought enough time to bring in others. He does, however, frown at the sniffing, tilting his head. And then he nods once, bringing his hand to his hat in a slight tip, and nods. No intention of running, and at the moment, there is no signs (or smell!) of fear, just an anticipatory air, as the young man sways slightly on his toes, shifting, waiting.

At least the guy isn't backing down. Slobo can get behind that. "You remind me of a smart little pipsqueak I knew. Only he talked more." And then he dashes towards Mr. Unknown. He is, however, expecting a side-step or a jump over - but he'll let either happen, just because this is fun.

There's just the slightest hitch in Jiro's delivery, something a true master of martial arts would have exploited immediately, as though Jiro wasn't quite sure of the power behind his blow, but one thing Mr. Unknown had drilled into him was that there were times to deflect, and times to step up and hit, if someone was charging head-first. And this had to do more with leverage... which is why Mr. Unknown does not seemingly react until Slobo is just within range enough to see a foot towards his face, as Jiro snap-kicks, aiming upwards to try and knock the charging Czarnian off his feet.

A snap-kick from a superhuman might do the trick, but the barreling alien isn't deterred by a mere strike in the face. However, physics helps. With his own momentum and that bit of lift from the kick, Slobo ends up soaring overhead, grasping fruitlessly at the air. "Son of a-" Wham! He hits the very cop car he tore through with his own foot, breaking the window and sending tiny bits of glass everywhere, before falling in a heap on the road. "You squirrelly little bastich! Yer not half bad!"

Now Mr. Unknown frowns slightly. This person was much, much tougher than the usual foes he'd had to deal with, the sort that his mentor had kept him away from and dealt with himself. Could this be more on par with Professor Gorilla?

Well, this was his chance, to show he -could- handle it. Jiro dashes himself in preparation for a flying kick, forgetting, for that brief instant, that this was exactly the sort of foolhardy act that just got Slobo knocked off his feet.

Getting back up and brushing off glass, Slobo eyes the incoming foot from the fellow in the air. Assuming this one can't fly (much like himself), he's a slave to gravity. And he reaches out to try to snag Mr. Unknown by the outstretched foot, a small smirk appearing on his white face.

Shades. Much faster than he looked too!

Snagged in the air, Mr. Unknown tucked, preparing to land, and hopefully find a chance to free his foot, perhaps by kicking free with his other foot. If he just had the right leverage...

Slobo had no intention of letting his opponent touch the ground. He started to turn. One foot with the other. And turn faster, trying to swing Mr. Unknown in circles. And he started laughing. "Part o'my old memories make me think of a centrifuge," he chimed in. "Don't lose yer hat!"

Adjusting too late, Jiro was rapidly understanding just why his mentor refused to let him go after these more exotic villains. Rather than make it easier, however, Jiro tried to curl up after the fourth or fifth step, trying to gather up enough strength before shoving -both- feet towards Slobo, in an attempt to break free.

Whether Slobo let him go, or if Jiro managed to wrench himself out of the Czarnian's grip, we'll never know. But Jiro goes flying - along with the added momentum and strength that the black-haired alien could manage! "I'd make a pun but its too fraggin' easy!"

Hawkgirl leaves Gotham City in a very displeased mood after running into Batman. That is when she almost collides with Lady Blackhawk's mode of transportation, a plane! Between the two they manage to not collide, and soon are performing ariel acrobatics together. This greatly improves Hawkgirl's mood! When the two take a break and start talking, there is an offer to go out drinking, but Hawkgirl declines any places in Gotham City. So oddly enough, the next stopping point on Hawkgirl's U.S. tour? San Francisco, and so that is elected as their next stop. Oracle can complain about the gas bill for the plane later.

In San Francisco, Hawkgirl doesn't bother changing out of uniform. She stops in a bar with Lady Blackhawk to get a drink, and the two manage to enjoy one. Before some stupid guy decides talk about how fine Lady Blackhawk's legs are and what she can do with them, and to try something with Hawkgirl. Hawkgirl of course, predictably, punches him. "I'm not cosplaying!" Well, Lady Blackhawk should be happy with the bar fight. As soon enough, the black uniformed lady and the lady with wings, sword, and mace come barreling out of the bar, kicking people out before them to see..what the?!

Hawkgirl moves with inhuman reflexes, lifting up into the air, her arms outreached as suddenly there is a soft grunt as Mr. Unknown impacts the softness of Hawkgirl's chest. The two go flying back a number of feet as Hawkgirl uses her own endurance and resistance to damage to absorb the shock, and protecting Mr. Unknown from potentially terrible damage. Lady Blackhawk can't fly without, you know, a plane. Which she left at, you know, the airport. Or somewhere suitable. She glances up at Hawkgirl, "Oracle's going to be disappointed to miss this one." She shoves one of the former bar occupants out of the way. "Go get somewhere safe and let the professionals deal with this." She'd rather be in a dogfight than a metafight, but she's also not about to leave. So, for now? Crowd control! Maybe the legs will come in handy after all...

Baka baka baka! Admonishing himself for being a fool and forgetting about the strength of his foe, Jiro tensed, bracing for impact against the street. So it comes as a blessed relief to impact against something not so concrete, and he goes limp, to soften the impact as soon as he lands, allowing whatever's got ahold of him to steer them clear.

At the arrival of an obviously costumed heroine, and another... likely costumed, but he can't exactly tell he's a heroine, Slobo stamps a foot, agitated as he is. "Put 'im down!" he snapped, pointing a finger at Jiro. "Outta nowhere this guy splatters onto my ride like some big ugly gnat and then tries t'get me arrested or somethin'! Give 'im here so he can taste proper justice!" And then he'll be on his way to the Titan's Tower like he planned.

Hawkgirl's wings come forward and wrap about the young man she has grasped to protect him when she jerks hard against the building. He can feel the impact, but is well insulated. She then kicks off from the building wall and soon comes a few yards forward to set Mr. Unknown down. "Are you fine, young man?" She then frowns toward Slobo. "I suspect you rethink such things. I do not know what the situation, however, there are police involved and I will support the law. I suggest you both explain yourselves in a short, and effective manner." Hawkgirl has a certain...aura of command about her when she wants it, a very no-nonsense, you will do as I say...omg, she has a mother's aura!

Lady Blackhawk takes up a position between the fight and the mostly-departing civilians (those stupid enough to stick around with their cell phones, she's leaving to their own devices). She folds her arms across her stomach. "Ain't your job to determine what justice is. I don't see a cop's badge on you," she says, acidly. Hopefully, this is a misunderstanding...or the superhero equivalent of a bar fight...because really, she was trying to get some serious drinking done here!

Lifting a fingerless-gloved hand to rub at a temple, Slobo groans. "Alright, I'll make it quick." he then takes in a breath. "I-was-trying-to-get-to-San-Fran-since-that's-where-I-heard-the-Titans-were-and-I'm-friends-with-Superboy-and-Wonder-Girl-and-I-saw-some-guys-stealing-this-car-so-I-thought-I-could-steal-it-back-after-beatin'-em-up-and-I'd-return-it-when-I-was-done!" He says this all in the span of a few seconds. Hopefully they got it. "Then this loser decides to tree-frog onto the windshield and I already had a bunch'a boys in blue followin'! It all just got outta hand!" He doesn't sound like he's complaining though.

As for that police car he 'borrowed' from the thieves? It's got a shattered window, and a hole through where the brake pad... used to be.

"Hai, I am fine," the young teen playing the double of a foreign mystery man replies, in clipped tones, as he gathers himself, already turning towards Slobo, in a fighting stance. "This person was driving a car in which many police was in pursuit, so I thought I would assist." Very formal English, at that.

Hawkgirl blinks, "Oh...," then groans. "Children." Slobo just hurt her head. "You owe the police and this young man an apology Mr. Illegal Borrowing," she advises Slobo. "Once you took the police cruiser back from the criminals, you should have turned it over immediately to the police. You could have then asked the police for a ride, you know? Considering you would have been returning one of their missing vechiles and turning over criminals, I doubt they would have minded doing a return favor, especially in this city." Yes, Slobo is sooo getting lectured! There is even finger wagging.

"And you," looking at Mr. Unknown. Her hands go upon her hips. She's just a slight, little thing, but the heels help. "No getting yourself killed. I know the youths can be very good heroes, and I respect that. But be careful. It...is horriable to bury the young," her expression tense at that comment.

As Slobo's explanation continues, Lady Blackhawk's hands depart from their position wrapped around her torso and lift to her face. "I don't know whether to laugh or cry," she says through her fingers. "Children." Not that she doesn't disagree with Hawkgirl's sentiment, but come on, borrowing a police cruiser? That's terrible. And awesome. All at the same time.

"I don't owe *him* nothin', Ms. Feathers," Slobo snarked in regard to Mr. Unkown. "As fer the boys in blue, I dunno where any o'their places are! I just decided to hop I-40 or whatever the road's called and make my way thattaway! I'm..." He wonders if being honest (like he has been) will even help. "I'm not from around here," he said. "Superboy n' Wondergirl n' the others found me on Apokolips, y'see, and I stayed with them most o'the time up where Young Justice was. Then, uh, Darkseid more r' less fragged me. I came back, though, but... well, I heard th'team was gone, and then I heard they're out in San Fran, and from what I sees in the movies, cops got no shortage o'cars that end up explodin' or whatever, so what's one less to 'em if it gets me back t'the heroin' bizness proper?" He throws his arms around his chest and grumps.

"I'll apologize fer' breakin' the car, but not returnin' it. I didn't know where to go with it anyway, and aren't all cops the same? After I made it to the Titan's Tower, I coulda gotten told where to drop it off, and everything'd be top tee, or whatever those people call it."

At being lectured, and by a woman at that, Mr. Unknown stiffens. Still, she was his elder, which meant that Mr. Unknown bows at the waist. "Hai, I will do my best to avoid dying. It is not the way I would like to honor my ancestors." He glances at Slobo, frowning at his words. "You do not even know you are a thief? Perhaps you have been truly well... fragged in the head, as you put it."

"No, you were driving an illegal car and for all the cops know, you were the criminal that originally stole it! That is why you must act in proper ways, to help prevent misunderstandings. Otherwise, it could be considered an abuse of your powers and position as a hero." Yes, Hawkgirl is very old fashioned in some ways. "And it's called dialing 911 or using the radio inside the vechile," Hawkgirl further states. "They do have technology on Apokolips to my understanding, and in the Young Justice when it was around." Her eyes then narrow, "Oooooh, can I just hit him with my mace once Lady Blackhawk? It might knock some sense into the boy!" Uh-oh, she's reaching for the mace! Apparently, she has limited patience. "Why can't he be all nice and polite like the other one? Children in my day didn't back talk their elders. Ms. Feathers, ha!" Lady Blackhawk lowers her hands, stepping slightly closer to Hawkgirl with a sigh...that's dangerously close to bursting out laughing. Certainly her eyes are laughing. "No, don't do that. You might dent your mace on his thick head," she murmurs to Hawkgirl. Not quietly enough. Snark. It's her middle name. Then she turns to Slobo. "In other words, you're l o s t lost." Maybe they need to just dump this guy at Titans Tower and let THEM deal with him. Sigh.

"LOOK!" Slobo shouts, balling his hands into fists. "I don't care about the cops right now! Or the car! I said I was sorry! I'll even help 'em fix it... but that's *after* I get to the Tower and find out what happened t'my old team! You go ahead and try t'get in my way, pillowcase-stuffin'!" He's not thick-headed. In this case, he just doesn't know any better. For his short life, genetic memories aside, he was pretty sheltered. As Hawkgirl is reaching for her mace, Slobo is reaching for the closest weapon at hand. In this case, he digs his fingertips into the road and tears up a huge chunk of asphalt and earth.

Enough time has gone by that the San Francisco SWAT team has arrived, heavily armored, but they mill about, looking to the superheroes to handle the situation. Jiro, meanwhile, was too hyped up by his -first- super-powered villain. And given that this black-clad punk had already shrugged off bullets and displayed enormous strength, there wasn't much he could do... well, there -was- one, but it could be extremely foolhardy. But... he wasn't going to stand by and let these women -do- his job.

Which is why the young man immediately charges in, hands fumbling with his cape. Since hand-to-hand was impossible for him, the least he could do was run interference. Go lecture him later, Hawkgirl!

"What do you think you are doing kid?!" Hawkgirl sounds surprise. She points at Slobo and talks quickly, "You hurt him, I /will/ pound you, then tell the Titans to ignore your calls for a month!" Yes, it's her way of trying to threaten Slobo with grounding. Oh gawd, don't lose it now and start laughing Lady Blackhawk!

Not...quite. She's clearly close, but holding her composure for now, she walks over to the SWAT team. Who are doing what most sane people do when faced with a metafight...keeping back. Nobody, however, has ever accused her of being sane. She's a fighter pilot. The two things are mutually contradictory. "Excuse me, boys, but I think I'll be taking that." She's reaching for a tear gas canister. Apparently she has something in mind. "Wha- hey!" Slobo wasn't expecting Mr. Unknown to go on the offensive once again. As of which, the Top Teen just tosses the lump of road aside, which crumbles in a mass of dust and broken asphalt. There's also a giant pot-hole now. However, Slobo's still a quick little bastich, and he's got his hands out in a grappling position to try to intercept the incoming black-clad fellow, who as far as Slobo still knows is some half-assed villain!

"You sure you want me unsupervised for a month!?" he counters to Hawkgirl. Quite the mouth on him.

The SWAT team is distracted, focused mostly on the scene unfolding, but one member makes enough of a token protest, before recognizing Lady Blackhawk. While he might take up an argument about it, that she's with a flying woman with apparently functional wings makes any protest useless.

It wasn't -that- foolhardy a gesture for Jiro to charge in. It was more of an improvision situation... although admittedly, his mentor had disparaged Jiro's ability to think clearly when pressured... which is probably why his mentor would laugh now to see Jiro roll up his cape into a thin rope, and make an impromptu whip, trying to snap it into Slobo's eyes. Impede his vision, and maybe SOMEONE ELSE could deal with him using, oh, a mace?

"I thought dropping you in Gotham City would be punishment enough!" That's across the states! Oh wait..Batman is there! "I'll let Batman deal with you," and she grins almost sadistically at the idea. Oh wow, that would be just great revenge against the cape! Uh-oh, that's the female in her, she better restrain herself. She will accidentally cause World War III! Lady Blackhawk is so amazing not to have lost it by now! But Hawkgirl doesn't want to escalate this to a full-fledged battle, no matter how tempting it may be. She does move though, fast on her feet as she comes up to back-up Mr. Unknown. Not to follow up an attack, but to be his armor, as her mace comes out in front of her. "Enough," she growls out. "You are acting like a spoiled child that doesn't know right from wrong, and not at all like the hero you claim to be. Step down, apologize openly without excepts, and you will be taken to the Titans."

Lady Blackhawk is now striding towards the fight. "If you don't both stand down and act like professionals..." A lot of invulnerable types find various gases hard to deal with, for some reason. Of course, she's a completely normal human walking right into this. Because she's crazy. And because she occasionally hangs out with Batman. Oh, wait, those mean the same thing.

Trying to blind a person who spend some of their last moments on this Earth completely blind does absolutely no good. Slobo snaps out a hand to try to snag the masked one's cape, and just hold it tight. "If heroin' was a profession, crazy folk wouldn't take it up," he retorts to Lady Blackhawk. But he stands fast - not yanking, not pulling. Just holding the cape to hopefully render Mr. Unknown still. "I ain't afraid o'the Bat, harpy-lady! At least, that's what I think Wonder Girl called crazy winged chicks with bones t'pick. I ran with Robin fer a lil' bit! Balls on that kid." He does, however, give Hawkgirl a growl. "You go ahead an' throw yer judgement around, just like Wonder Girl did. Be self-deluded as well as ya like. I'm *goin'* there. Period. So I can tell ya where to stuff that mace, harpy-gal..."

Hawkgirl slips her sword into her free hand and then SLICE! She frees Mr. Unknown if he doesn't let go of his cape. "A cape is easily replaced," she comments. She growls low at Slobo, "It's Hawkgirl, member of the Justice Society." But she moves backwards, her wings flicking out to try and force Mr. Unknown away from Slobo. "You are so...idiotic," then toward Lady Blackhawk, "I'm not giving him a ride after all." Wow, Slobo just missed his chance at getting a ride to the Titans?! Ya, apparently he missed that.

"Yeah. You want to act like this, you'd better start walking." See. She's not giving him a ride either...not that it would really work by the time she'd gone and gotten her plane. She's still brandishing...yeah, brandishing...the tear gas canister. "And who says I'm crazy?" That, Lady B, would be...everyone who actually knows you. "Far as I can tell, no *sane* human would take up tights or skirts or whatever and run around pickin' on other equally crazy people in spandex," Slobo said. Taking the portion of cape that was in his hands, Slobo sniffles, and then goes...

"Oh, boo hoo hoo! I don't get a ride from to wackjobs!" He then blew his nose into the section of cape he held. Loudly.

"Just point me in the direction. I can hoof it now jus'fine, since I ain't in fraggin' New York no more." He really doesn't sound too troubled about no ride from either of these two.

For a vigilante on a budget, Jiro's immediate thought is not to his health or to other people. No, it's to the thought of flying money evaporating from his wallet at having to replace that cape.

Still, Mr. Unknown is uncertain, exactly what just occured. "Isn't he a villain, miss?" he asks Hawkgirl. "Shouldn't he be... well, restrained?"

"Get a map and read it. The education might do you good." She finishes backing up a decently safe distance with Mr. Unknown, then turns slightly to glance back at him. "As I said earlier, I am Hawkgirl. And you are?" She is very polite to Mr. Unknown, but then again, he has been very polite to her. "And, no charge insane super teenagers anymore, you about gave me a heart attack. I...remember hearing of him when...I was...before," when she was Kendra. "He is a Slobo, a member of the Young Justice, and I suspect a clone. I am not really sure. I merely wish have nothing further to do with someone so questionable. Let the Titans deal with their own, they choose to ally themselves with him. I will forward an official complaint to them."

"No, apparently he's the Titans' responsibility. Or something. I'm fairly sure they can handle him." But he's GOING to apologize. She'll work out some way to make it happen. And nope. She's not pointing him in the right direction. He can find his own way. She might well follow him, though. Just to make sure. Lady Blackhawk still, though, has that twinkle in her eyes. Nope. Not going to laugh. Not going to.

"Thank you," said the young black-clad man. "I am Mr. Unknown," he says, hesistant. New country, and perhaps it -really- would be unknown. Still, if his mentor gave him permission, perhaps it would be wise to keep using the name. "I... I'm still working at it." He hesitates. "The Titans... they work with young heroes?"

Slobo simply shrugs at the less-than-helpful heroes. "Whatever, then," he said, and he started walking away. This would most likely leave the SWAT team scratching their heads. Slobo politely knocked on the window of a Volvo with a soccer-mom in it, and asked, "Can you point me in the direction of where the Titan's Tower is?" After observing a pointing (and frightened, but not rude) finger, Slobo gives a smile. "Thanks, lady." And then he snaps his fingers and points at the kid in the passenger seat. "Eat yer veggies. Homework optional. Give yerself an A for yer science projects."

"Yes, generally those in their young 20s to teenagers to my understanding. It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Unknown. Let's see about getting your cape replaced," Hawkgirl says with a soft smile. "I apologize for cutting it, I merely did not wish you in a tug of war match with Slobo. I will replace it. It's always nice to spend my husband's money anyway." Go wifey!