A Minnie Guest

[Gaunt]

For once, Slobo didn't have a definite project he was working on. The Slobike was working fine except for the name, his holograms were up to snuff, all his household gadgets were doing well. There was nothing to make, or so it seemed. He sat at his workbench, out in the junkyard, parts strewn around him. There had to be something he could do, right? Cyborg always had plenty to work on. Then again, Cyborg was a lot more tech-based than Slobo was. Slobo's strength, healing, just about all of his powers were biological. He just needed tech to get around and to hide his alien-ness. Well, weapons were a possibility, but he wasn't fond of those. He had schematics in his head, plans and concepts of Czarnian weaponry. They ran the gamut from worrying to horrifying, and he wasn't too keen on making any of them.

He was still staring at a pile of assorted junk when his extra sense started going off. Fast, agile, sneaky. Not strong or tough, unarmed. Possible weak assistance. No physical threat. The Top Teen shook his head, surprised by the sudden rush of information. Somebody was sneaking into his junkyard. Not someone who could hurt him, but maybe someone who could report back to the lab. What would happen if they found him in a place like this?

"Who's out there?" Slobo stood, starting to patrol around his patch of junkyard. He wasn't sensing any hostility, so this wasn't some underprepared assassin. Could still be a spy, but maybe they were friendly. He didn't want to scare them unnecessarily. The Czarnian tried to will his hologram on, only to remember he wasn't wearing the generator. There was a slight hum from inside his trailer, and through the window he could see his human guise standing in a T-pose. Well, might as well keep searching without it.

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It had been two weeks since the robbing of Wayne Enterprises had gone off with barely a hitch and Mousie had obtained a flash-drive full of information. When she had plugged it into her computer, the numbers and encryption hadn't made sense to her but she knew it was important. She couldn't do anything just yet, had to let the thing be missing for a while before she offered to sell it back. So instead she had been working on something else...

Her new project was nearing completion and she was excited beyond belief. She was working on an obstacle course for her mice, most using things that she had looted from the dump. The only thing she needed was metal beams to suspend some parts higher up, without risking the safety of her friends. Of course the junkyard seemed like the most logical place to find such a thing and she was right.

As Mousie cleared the tower of cars she overlooked all the (well junk) items. There was broken glass, metals of all shapes and position in the rusting process, and some more shiny metals. The girls eyes widened at the sight, but right now, she had a job to do. Jumping down, the lithe girl landing with barely a sound. She had already spotted the most perfect steel beams. She had grabbed them and was about to leave when suddenly she heard a voice.

"Who's out there?"

"Now, how in the world did you find me?" A sassy and sharp retort, but not an illogical one, she had been stealthy and had even been careful enough not to drop or clank the metal. "I've been pretty careful, or at least, I thought so."

[Gaunt]

Slobo came face to face with a short, baby-faced blonde human girl. This wasn't entirely what he'd expected. His senses fed him more information as the girl spoke. Caught off-guard, not prepared for fight. Preparing for potential flight response. From the look of it, she'd already been on her way out. Slobo took a non-threatening posture, not wanting to scare her. She didn't seem to want trouble, and she was just taking junk, same as he did.

"I got special alien senses." It was really the best explanation he could come up with for it on the spot. Well, he could have been more specific, but "combat sense" tended to put people on edge. Knowing they were talking to someone who had to actively concentrate not to have a constant feed of their physical weaknesses running through his head would freak anyone out a bit. Besides, he didn't want anyone knowing the exact kind of alien he was. That could lead the lab back to him, and that was the last thing he wanted.

The Top Teen leaned back against a stack of scrapped cars, looking over the steel beams in her hands. "Got a school project?" She looked school age, from what he could tell. Slobo still wasn't too clear on how long humans normally went to school, but she looked really young. Like, "probably shouldn't be wandering around rusty junkyards unsupervised" young. "This place got some good scrap. Long as you don't take what I'm working with, we're cool. Got it?"