I’m a Damsel, I’m in Distress. I can handle this, have a nice day. [@boosterheartofgold]
Booster couldn’t help but stare during the entire thing; he made an effort to attack the Madmen, but the woman quickly knocked out the one he targeted; he was slow and sluggish from the shock of it all. She was Ted; her curly brown hair, her eyes, her speech pattern, even the way she moved in a fight. Booster could recognize all those things anywhere, he’d certainly spent enough hours studying his crush.
As the mystery girl straightened up after washing her hands of the ransackers, he took a step forward. “Ok, you better tell me who you are-… Is that a robot?”
Now that he was closer to her, he noticed the gold equipment she’d moved out of the way was a tiny security bot that bore an eerie resemblance to Skeets. He looked between the robots in confusion.
When she had finished handing the Madmen their asses on a platter with a desk lamp, she gave a deep breath and wiped her forehead with the back fo her hand.
She looked up and saw the golden superhero from before, who was now gawking at her, and she realized what she did just then was a little far from normal. The desk lamp clattered to her feet.
"I’m Teddie Kord." she blurted, still trying to catch her breath. “That is a… uh, rooma vacuum. Not a robot." she made up a quick excuse, though was wondering why she did, considering this guy had the exact same prototype.
"Who’re you, and why are you dressed like Booster Gold?"
His heart jumped to his throat when she said her name. “Teddie Kord? You, um, related to Ted or something? And I’m not dressed like Booster Gold, I am Booster Gold. Cosplayers can’t fly, usually.”