Kingston's Rules

    ✊🏻    ⸻    It  was  a  refreshing  change  of  pace  to  have  an  opponent  almost  durable  enough  to  spar  with.  While  Dick  was  dexterous,  he  only  proved  himself  as  durable  as  the  common  human.  Garfield  could  stand  sturdier  than  most,  but  only  as  much  as  the  sturdiest  creature  he  could  change  his  shape  to  match.  Victor  was  an  absolute  tank,  but  Conner  could  tear  through  the  metal  of  an  actual  tank  with  as  much  ease  as  most  could  pull  apart  warm  butter.  Freddy  -  for  his  merits  -  at  least  felt  more  like  butter  that  had  been  put  in  the  freezer  until  it  was  hard  and  impossible  to  handle.  .  .  but  Conner  still  believed  he  could  break  that  butter  if  he  struck  it  hard  enough.

Conner  remained  resistant  to  the  sharp  tugging  downward;  being  unable  to  personally  remain  airborne  meant  Conner  had  learned  a  lot  about  how  to  fall  in  an  opportune  positioning.  Freddy  may  have  initiated  the  collision  and  the  tumble,  but  it  was  Conner  who  ended  up  positioned  on  top  with  the  smuggest  little  smile  on  his  face  as  he  refused  to  allow  himself  to  be  maneuvred  so  easily.

“I  do  super  okay,”  he  grinned,  cracking  his  noggin  down  atop  of  Freddy's  with  enough  force  to  shake  the  room.  .  .  but  not  nearly  enough  to  break  the  butter.  This  was  still  a  game  to  Conner  he  could  enjoy;  he  wasn't  trying  to  actually  hurt  Freddy.

Still, if there were any other Titans in this Tower, or staff or whatever, they likely felt the ground shake as Freddy crashed into the floor and Conner crashed onto Freddy in such quick succession that it might as well all have happened at once. The sound that came out of Freddy as Conner crushed down on top of him was sharp but long, a groan of pain. He felt warm muscle through t-shirt, and jean, and magic spandex, and it occurred to him just how *taught* Superboy was.

"You came all the way to the fuckin' club to piss me off the same you were in my phone." Ash feels only a tiny bit petulant as he sizes the other up with a grin. Even all the fighting over text can't seem to stop him from wanting them. In the fucked up part of his brain he actually thinks that it's sort of hot they were so pressed that they had to come see him. Ash is down three drinks and his friends have already grabbed the next round. He tries to gauge if they're really pissed Ash didn't extend the invitation their way or if they're feeling overwhelmed with their want. Ash ain't about to ask either cause that's not his business they're not together like that. "You out here lookin' crazy cause you know I like it huh?"

Kev is definitely not mad that Ash didn’t invite him out with his friends. Kevin had never made it a secret that he hated Ash’s friends and he was pretty sure that Ash hated his friends too. Kevin had gotten here and he had pretty much made a beeline for Ash but he did take a moment to get a strong drink in his hand. A lip quirked upwards as Ash said: "You out here lookin' crazy cause you know I like it huh?"

“They’ll only release the car to you.” Warren says in lieu of greeting from where he’s sat on the curb. He watches them carefully and wonders if they’re mad. The car hadn’t exactly been a gift and he doesn’t have a license but they hadn’t asked for it back. Was it in bad taste to drive around your exes car? Warren doesn’t really ponder on it too much. It’s not like he’s dating anyone else. He’s not driving anyone serious in this thing. “And before you yell at me I didn’t pay for parking because I wasn’t very long. They’re just strict.” He motions towards the parking impound where the woman working behind the counter already yelled at him three times for getting too close to the gate.

“Yeah, he said, “They are real assholes going down this stretch especially if the car is a little beat up.” He wasn’t accusing Warren of beating the car up, Cooper had done enough of that himself. “They don’t want anything that’s not perfect parked on that street.” He let a beat pass.