You talk with Green Streak, and he brings you to see his special way to infiltrate Bunny's gang

You aren't given long to ruminate over whether to let Raven Woman help you again like this. The scheme you came up with would solve your biggest problems... Ridding you of these new troublesome teammates, banishing Mr. Magopolis from this dimension, and reclaiming your rightful legacy as a heroine. You're suspicious of her but you can't truly consider her an enemy.

What do you really know that Raven Woman has done? As insane as it may seem there's nothing you can report her on. Even if you assume the worst about her... let's see.

She summoned that annoying little genie guy, but then, it's Red Balloon's fault he got broken out and used against you. She seemingly cucked (in her own words) Queen of Spades and indirectly caused the villainess's husband to take his own life through ****, as well as had a kid with him a decade ago or so. Getting a villain indirectly killed isn't against the League's rules, as long as it isn't intentional. Over the years, dozens of costumed and un-costumed criminals have ended up accidentally stumbling off of ledges or getting caught in their own deathtraps while going after heroes. And, she's been diverting supervillains from jail to apparently make them run personal errands for her. Which she could probably claim is necessary.

The worst thing you know of Raven Woman is that she was seemingly secretly in control of a major mafia crime family by using one of her shadow-monster minions as a proxy. But he/it was killed/destroyed by Queen of Spades, which means you have no proof. Even if you could somehow find that kid from the mafia pizza restaurant, and she is Raven Woman's daughter, there's no way she'll rat out her own mom.

So... for the moment, it's keep your friends close and your enemies closer... while you, uh, go fight your other, more obviously psycho enemies, and try and shake loose some clues about- okay, that analogy got away from you. Time to focus on the here and now.

......

The limousine has pulled out of the HQ garage and is driving along the nighttime streets of Acropolis, heading for an unknown destination.

Green Streek and Snowflake are exchanging suspicious glances. He's sitting up front in the driver's seat, looking back on you three in the passenger area. "I can't believe this." Streak moans in his usual self-pitying tone. "First I get friggin' blackmailed over something... that happened with my crazy bitch sister, which was TOTALLY NightingaleBird's fault and not mine because she has some kind of **** fetish," he points towards you, "and now it turns out THEY'RE part of this too?" he points at Snowflake.

You decide to be diplomatic and not protest about his hypocrisy or the fact that all Gloomy Sunday's song did was remove inhibitions from desire that already existed. Looking back and forth between Snowflake and Green Streak, you remember his first act with you when he intruded on you trying to stop some car thieves.

"Let me guess, Streak:" you posit dryly, "you tried the same 'saving the damsel in distress' routine on Snowflake when they were out on one of their first patrols that you did with me. And Rainbow. And... anyone you can manage, probably. And I guess that really pissed Snowflake off?"

"I help newbie guy heroes too, you know..." Green Streak protests weakly.

Snowflake seems to be sitting a little stiffly in her seat. "Yes! That's what happened. He tried his toxic patronizing crap on me and I educated him, and he reacted like a spoiled man-child. That's all. Let's just drop it already."

You raise an eyebrow. "YOU don't want to belabor the point about somebody else's misconduct, Snowflake? That's got to be a first. What, did you two fuck afterwards or something?"

"Ghkk!" Snowflake glares balefully at you, gritting her teeth (she does that a LOT - good thing the League has literally the best dental health benefits in the world).

"Oh," your eyes crinkle with amusement. "Sorry, what am I saying? Of COURSE you fucked him. He's, like, total 'bingo' for you. Checks every box on the list. I've known you for less than a week, and it's still SO obvious."

"Shut up, Thunderbird!" the white-haired cryokinetic hisses at you. "You had better believe that this demeaning power play of yours, forcing me to go on a car ride with this sexist slime, is getting reported to superhuman resources as soon as Rainbow is safe."

"How did you mess things up with Snowflake there, Green Streak?" You ask him, your snarky side smelling blood in the water. "Let me guess... now matter how toxically attractive Snowflake finds you, you didn't measure up under the sheets? 'Fastest man in the world'?"

"Oh hell nah!" Green Streak puffs out his chest. "I rocked their world, every time. Snowflake can tell you what you were missing out on, baby."

You glance at Snowflake with amusement, expecting her to have some cutting remark. But instead, she just coughs and stares at the car roof. "Can we just fucking go already?"

"...And I have to say, Thunderbird, you do know I am STILL a member of the Big Seven, right?" The green-speedo-clad speedster in the front seat demands. "You're not even apologizing? Y'know, on account of my powers, dodging falling bird-shit is one of my most crucial skills, but you really singled me out to take a crap on my life. As if things weren't weird enough with Goldie Glider before you made me..."

"Stick your cock in her mouth?" Red Balloon says, her voice dripping with acidic contempt for someone besides you for once.

"Don't YOU start." Streak grunts. "And that was after you already made me feel like crap in the rudest way imaginable, after I was taking time out of my schedule to help you and Rainbow out..."

"WHAT?!" you demand angrily. "YOU are mad at ME for that? After you got me and Dr. Rainbow assaulted by your buddies like that, for no reason?!"

"For no reason is right!" Green Streak fires back. "Thunderbird, that was a TRAINING SCENARIO! All you had to do was tell the computer that you were conceding the mission. You and Doc Rainbow didn't have to screw those guys."

It's a good thing your current costume incorporates a mask over your mouth so he can't see your jaw drop open. For some reason, that never occurred to you at the time. Or did it, and you just wanted to 'win' the mission to prove a point?

"...and you really should've reported it. Just recently Mood Ring finished investigating that scenario and fired the whole Zone-Of-Danger training staff for taking things too far."

"Uhhhh!" Red Ballon makes her trademark valley-girl-disgusted-grunt sound. "Thuuuuunderbird! You mean that you could have stooooooooopped dozens of other trainee heroines from getting taken advantage of and you just didn't bother? Because, what, you thought it was NORMAL for heroes in training and the staff to just hump like stray dogs at every opportunity?"

"Fuck you!" you point your finger at Red Balloon. "Don't make me take away your sound privileges, again! And Green Streak!"

You point fiercely in the cowled speedster's face. But, after a few seconds, your accusatory finger goes limp and you retract it. You let out a deep sigh. "...I'm sorry. You're actually right. I've been really terrible to you. The papers always say bad stuff about you and a lot of heroines talk about your bad attitude, which you do definitely have. But. I've been kind of shitty to you. I can see that now. I'm sorry I dragged you into this, I'm sorry that your psycho ex-sexfriend Snowflake is on my team, and I'm sorry I made you cum in your sister's mouth."

"Wait, he really did that? Red Ballon was being serious?" Snowflake demands. "Seriously? Fucking gross. I don't even have siblings and I feel like I need a shower."

There are a few awkward moments of silence.

"Hey... Hey!" you shout at Streak in sudden alarm as he glares at you and Snowflake. "Aren't you driving?! Watch the fucking road, you're going to get us killed!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Green Streak says petulantly. "I can run through traffic at 400 miles an hour without getting run over, you think my reaction time isn't good enough to handle this?"

You yank the passenger door handle. Red Balloon squeals in surprise. "Thunderbird! Are you insane?" she shrills. "We're going 60 miles an-"

You are already leaning halfway out of the limo. Even as the pavement blurs past underneath you and cars honk in alarm all around you, you swing around the open door, switching your grip from the interior to the exterior handle, then reaching across to pull the front passenger side door open. You push off against the side door with your feet, slamming it closed and pushing yourself into the passenger seat next to Green Streak at the same time.

"JESUS, Thunderbird! Are you trying to kill yourself? Why didn't you wait for the next stoplight?" Green Streak demands.

"Because I just realized that, one, I want to see where we're going. And, two, if you are doing something that LOOKS like you might get yourself killed, Photobomber is likely to show up again."

"Oh, jeez. Don't remind me about him." he mutters.

"And third, so I can do this." You push a button on the console and roll the dividing window in the interior up, cutting off Red Balloon just as she starts talking again.

"Now." you say. "Eyes on the road."

....

A few minutes pass. You can hear Red Balloon and Snowflake shouting at each other once, but it dies down. You look over at Green Streak as he drives.

"I meant what I said earlier. I'm sorry, and I want to help you out of this, Streak. Not just Goldie. This whole Photobomber situation, I mean." you say to Green Streak, trying to be soothing. "That's... that's got to be pretty weird. You're single and then all of a sudden, someone claiming to be your kid from the future just jumps out of the timestream, and becomes a supervillain?" You ask. "That's... weird alright. It seems like until you, uh, do what he needs you to do, he's just going to keep causing the League grief forever. Like earlier. He thought I might lead Goldie Glider to you, so he tried to fucking kill her and her whole team with a bomb" you shake your head. "Because, I guess, he's worried that you'd end up with her..."

"Thanks for the sympathy, Thunderbird, but can we not talk about it?" Streak asks.

You narrow your eyes. Something here is off... if you can just put your finger on it.

"So... you really have no idea how this Photobomber thing got started? He never told you until earlier, at the skating rink?" you ask him.

"No! And I still don't even believe the whole thing, frankly. That's not gonna... it isn't going to happen that way." he says. "Look, have you ever heard the saying, with great power comes great responsibility? Cuz I'm a big believer in that."

"Really?" you mutter sarcastically at him using such a corny line.

"Yeah, totally. I know I have a lot of haters, and I don't blame them, but there's always gonna be a gold medal at the top, y'know what I'm saying? I'm the most powerful man in the most powerful team on the planet. Maybe there's a villain and an independent player or two who can keep pace with me - not literally, of course - but as far as the hero world goes, I am the TOP, baby."

"What?!" you sputter, shaking your head. "You are n-" you stop yourself and think. "Oh... wait, you said 'man'. So... I guess that just makes it between you and Whole Glory, and he's kind of situational..."

"Exactly. So it's just expected that I'm gonna be banging, like, a LOT of heroines, right? They all want to be able to brag and show off, even if it doesn't last long."

"What?! They do... they..." you squeeze your eyes shut. "...I mean, that's what I was going to try to do, but surely every heroine wouldn't..." your voice trails off.

"It's not 'every'! More like... about 30%. I ain't THAT good and there's some heroines who are happily married or super-duper-feminist or whatever. Or, uh, like Mood Ring. Y'know. Gay." Green Streak sighs. "That ice-bitch from hell Raven Woman is never going to let me live down the fact that Mood Ring just happened to 'come out' publicly right after breaking up with me. Total coincidence..."

"What does any of this have to do with anything? Why are you fucking bragging to me about how much you get laid?" You sigh. This stress is getting to you, and the bad language problem that League reps have talked to you about dozens of times is getting worse. "We were talking about Photobomber, remember?"

"I'm just saying, I get with a lot of girls, so I gotta use my power responsibly. And it's quite a power, you know?" Green Streek smirks and snickers somewhat immaturely. "Do I have to paint you a picture, NightingaleBird? As my friend Beast-Beauty would call it... my 'pull-out game'? Completely flawless. Never once been too slow in my life."

"Ugh." you say with a roll of your eyes, then look. "Wait, really?" you say. "Huh. I think the League would be better off if that power was more common. Uh... but wait a second. If you're determined not to, uh, contribute to Photobomber's existence, why don't you go get a vasectomy?"

"WHOAH!" Green Streak says, snapping his attention back to you from the road. "Baby, seriously! Is your superpower controlling sounds, or not having any sense of boundaries?"

"What?!" You say defensively. "That's not, like, **** or anything! It's not the same. He shouldn't have been playing around with time travel anyway, it's his own fault!"

"Nah, I don't care about that," Green Streak says. "I'm just not thrilled at the idea of having a surgeon come at my junk with a scalpel. Plus... I mean, maybe one day I might want to..."

"Green Streak!" you raise your voice to a shout. "This hawaiian shirt wearing shitbird has been trying to kill people! Including your own sister! This is fucking serious!"

"Yeah, whatever, I don't think so. I'm deeply concerned with the safety and well being of my two closest friends, 'Deez' and 'Nuts'." Green Streak shrugs you off.

Putting your hand to your chin for a moment, you think of something else. "Hold on, how about the opposite? Why don't you just find a woman who can stand you, propose to her and tell her you want to have a family, and see if that makes Photobomber re-appear in that photograph he's been temporally erased from, so he can go back to his own time and leave us the hell alone?"

"Oh my god." Green Streak says in a put-upon, exasperated voice. "This limousine is so slow, why does it have to be so slow? I am **** for this conversation to end, it feels like it's been hours."

"I told you, lives are at stake!" you shout at him. "Why haven't you hooked up with Beast Beauty already, anyway? She agrees with you on all your macho bullshit and worships the ground you walk on, but you DON'T want to screw her everyday? She probably wouldn't even care if you carry on with this whole 'gold medal' sex-pest lifestyle you're so proud of."

From what you can see, Green Streak looks a little genuinely conflicted. He averts his gaze again. "Beastie is awesome. I... I mean, I always sort of thought she would..." he gulps. "Nah... nah, it's fine. If I made a move and she wasn't into it, it'd be super weird. Don't wanna mess things up with the one person on the Big 7 or even the whole League who I can really speak my mind around without worrying what's politically correct this week." He nods to himself, regaining his composure. "Plus, she doesn't shave. You know. Down there. Like, at all. Kind of a turnoff."

"...of course it's gonna be because of something ridiculously petty." you mutter. Without warning, Green Streak slams on the brake and the limousine suddenly screeches to a halt with such suddenness that you're almost thrown into the dashboard.

"Oh thank Maiden A we're here." Green Streak says after a melodramatic weary sigh. "I was about to jump out and start pushing to see if we'd get there faster. Alright, you wait right here, Thunderbird." He opens the car door.

You look at the window, seeing a nondescript, dumpy low-rent apartment tower. "For how l-"

There is a blur of motion and a strong breeze blows past as the driver's seat is left empty. Almost before you can register what happens, there is another blur of green spandex, and Green Streak is standing in front of the limousine carrying a terrified, struggling dark haired man by the collar of his denim jacket. "Oh shit! No, no, not this again!" the guy is saying as Green Streak holds him aloft.

Whoever the man Streak's just **** is, he doesn't look like what you'd expect of a supervillain. More like the kind of guy you'd see working the counter at a gas station.

"Who is this, and how's he going to get us inside?" you ask.