He simply shrugs, “People are harder to impress these days.”
Lauren shrugs. “Hey, they have Daybreak out one door and Batman out the other. Can’t blame them for getting a bit desensitized.”
Adelaide raised a small hand. “On that subject… Yeah, how does Batman work? I’m still really confused. No one I know answers me. Does he have bat powers or something? He even has an enemy or whatever named Man-Bat.”
“Legend has it he was bitten by a radioactive bat, and gained the power to hang upside down and make horrible faces.”
He tried to take another sip but he nearly sent it up his nose with a poorly stifled chuckle.
She frowned. “Wait seriously? How would a radioactive bat exist, doesn’t radiation just kill stuff? Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot, I’m genuinely interested.”
Adelaide glanced at the barkeep. “Can I get napkins by any chance?”
“Soon as you explain how I’m invulnerable, or why the deuce you’re made out of an office store purchase.”
I hope the alcohol isn’t getting to me.
“Oh. I’m easy to explain. Its just magic. I think you could just assume that based on what I’ve already done here. Or if you’re asking why I prefer printer paper… It has a nice texture. Feels good to use I suppose. I’d say it tastes good but you know I can’t eat.”
Gideon smiled. Again, good company was few and far between.
“That was rhetorical,” He said. “I’m really asking why, in a world where magic can create paper people, or chemical fires can create invincible men, you question radioactive bats.”
Lauren opens her mouth to add to the conversation, but ends up breaking out laughing instead. She takes a deep breath, listening to Adelaide’s explanation closely.
Wait he was made from a chemical fire? Taking that note. Adelaide raised the underside of her arm and used her ability to etch in notes.
“I mean if it was as simple as radioactive objects, half the scientists making nuclear warheads would be powered. But what if they were powered… Did powers create nuclear energy?” Adelaide frowned as she pondered to herself
Okay, but why are you marking your armpit?
“Powers seem to come from literally anything.” Gideon shrugged. “With how many different sources of powers exist, it’s a wonder everyone doesn’t have powers.”
“I mean its believable that everyone in the future will have them.”
Edward, much like Lauren, simply watches in amusement.
The guard sighed once more in sympathy for Iosif, before shooting another razor sharp glare at Hayden for the stupid comment.
The officers exchange a look. “Alright, sure. Why not. Kid can fly but can’t walk.” Russel shrugs. Lucas rolls his eyes and follows him into the holding cell, the long-haired meta shooting them a dark look. The pair of them lift Hayden up, carrying him off to the interrogation room, and the guard locks the door behind them once more. They soon plop him down in the same seat Iosif had been in, Lucas and Russel settling on the other side of the desk.
He’s left unbothered by anyone, just another customer at the place after all.
The wind seems to be blowing from all around, gathering in strength as it begins to lift him into the air.
“Before we start you guys should be taught a lesson… er, rather know something.” Hayden stammered “I’m not usually right, umm, not what I say. That is it’s not what I mean.” Hayden dropped his head in his hands, he knew that had come out pretty confusing.
He would hold himself between two walls, one of them just now shifting to where he could grip. He’d try to launch himself backwards hoping to escape the storm
“If they do,” Gideon mused, taking another sip. “I’d be very interested to see what society is like. Ups and downs, for certain. Superhuman fight clubs? Weight categories depending on type of power? The Olympics being canceled for having too many variables? How would you even test for powers, anyway?”
He turned to stare off into the space in front of him as he continued. “Law enforcement abandoning standard procedure entirely? Police agencies becoming mini-Justice Leagues? Massive amounts of new international laws determining what a safe usage of power is? Government positions being invalidated? Superhuman wars? A massive gamble for the position of President based on greater power rather than campaign strategy?”
Gideon shook his head. “Is this how Luthor gains votes?”
“Dang, I thought we were just going out for drinks. What the heck man. This is too deep to think about. College thesis stuff material or whatever. Not that I’m going to college or I need it.”
Adelaide rolled her head back and sighed. “Anyway I don’t care about Luthor. If he really wants everyone to be equal, just teach them magic, man.” She shrugged.
“I like his stance on business. Not sure about all the hippie green stuff but-”
He flinches slightly, as he feels a feather fall, “Oh, c’mon, seriously?”
Gideon looks in surprise as the feather plummets. “That, uh, your political forecast?”