Ask to go on patrol with him the following night, try to get his help with the villains

Green Streak spends a few minutes bragging and posing to the responding cops and paramedics. Apparently, one car broke away from the others and the cops lost track of it. But as Streak said, he'd been occupied 'saving a superheroine in distress', turning back to give you a wink. Fortunately the officers are magnanimous to enter it into their records as a 'heroic duo'.

You straighten out your wind-ruffled hair a little bit and do your best casual anti-heroine lean against the bus stop. Deciding to play this coyly and maintain your pride, you give a little whistle to get his attention. "I *was* just about to grapple back up to the rooftops when you caught me, you know. I appreciate the thought, 'Streaker', but I'm a big girl and I can handle myself. Though those were some pretty impressive moves, cleaning up the rest of those guys." you add with a throaty chuckle.

When he walks, Green Streak leads confidently with his chest, and tends to dramatically (and quickly) shift poses between every sentence he speaks. Sometimes he actually zips over to the other side of you between snippets. The public loved a hero who never stopped showing off, so it was a match made in heaven for the ones who actually DID have that high an opinion of themselves. "Nightingale, right?" he asked, moving as if to frame you in the pictures. "Honey, I don't know if you're a sidekick or an admirer or what, but I like your costume a lot better than the original. Really draws the eye, even at 200 miles an hour. Heheh - you see, when you're as fast as *I* am, you have to operate on instinct sometimes. If I see some punk level his popgun at me I don't stop to think 'Maybe it's just a fake' before I take him down. And if I see a cute redhead getting thrown off of a speeding car, I don't stop to wonder if maybe she can save herself somehow before I leap in to help her out."

He zipped over to behind you and checked you out shamelessly there before zipping to a position where he was leaning over you with his arm pressed up against the metal wall of the bus stop right next to your head. "You must be the latest girl who wants to play hero in the League, huh? Yeah, I think I remember signing off on you on some committee. Hope you like the changes I suggested the liaison make to your costume."

Well. It looked like the similarities in his costume to yours weren't such a coincidence after all. You give him a wink and chuckle, rolling your head teasingly. "Well.. it certainly helped distract the two gangs that I took down hard last night. The Lemon Beatdrops club brawl, perhaps you heard of it? Well.... afterwards, fate dealt me a very interesting hand. You know the Full House Gang?"

Green Streak stops staring at your chest for a moment and reluctantly looks back up to your eyes. "Huh? Oh, yeah, the five small-time hoods with their fancy suits? Been running all over gangland the past couple of months? They're one of the six or seven groups on the A-list's back burner, since we've been running in circles trying to stop the latest diabolical plots of Pagan Priest and The Shocker." He pauses to think. "Spade-Nine has a pretty cute little butt, though, and Queen of Hearts? Vrooom! Heheh."

"Well," you say, pursing your lips and running a hand over the front of his chest, "As it so happens, I ran one of those turkeys in, a novice calling herself Diamond-Nine. Now, considering that she was the only one I got, I wouldn't be surprised if the others have sprung her already, or at the least, are going to make their move any day now. I planted a few redundant, hidden tracking devices on her suit, and I'm betting these fools are greedy enough to steal or bribe it back from evidence along with her. Hell, they might just grab the suit, leave the girl behind bars, and give it to somebody new, it looked pricey. The catch is that my tracking devices have a quiet, delicate song that can only be heard from close ranges... so I would need a way to make really swift, wide-ranging patrols. The 'House seems to strike randomly, according to my crime computer. Gamblers, go figure. But this way, I - or, we - might be able to jump them when they're just starting their next heist."

Doing a broad stretch, Green Streak holds his hand out expectantly. "Heyyyy, smart AND sexy. Gimme that tracking device thing and I'll take care of business in a flash!"

You start to pout indignantly, but realize that'll get you nowhere. It doesn't take a genius detective to figure out that this guy has a short attention span, so if you try to reason with him too much, he'll probably just get bored and speed off. 'Come on, Rikki!' you tell yourself. 'Time to find out if your sex appeal is ready for the big leagues.'

"Well," you say with a smirk, "Normally, I'd gladly hand this off to an experienced falcon like you, but my tracking devices are special - they use pulses of infrasound, which are leagues harder to detect than radio waves. No bug-scanner will pick them up. Buuuut~ only someone who can tune out all the ambient sound and pick out **** low-frequencies can track it down. That's why I can't just use a motorcycle, the vibration would mess it up for me." you say, leaving aside that you're such a newbie hero you don't even have a vehicle yet.

He leers again. "Don't like vibration? You should give it a chance sometime sweetheart. But okay, I see how it is - you want to look good for this one. So I'll tell you what... I'll help you out with this one, and if you really 'impress' me, maybe I can get you some high-profile offical team-ups with members of the A-list. Starting, of course, with yours truly." he adds in a smug, teasing tone of voice.

"Oh," you say, pretending to swoon. "That's soooo noble and generous of you. The criminals won't stand a chance now, hmhmhmm."

"Don't thank me too quick - you're coming with me to the League of Propriety training center so that I can see if you're ready for going into a real dangerous robbery. You're kind of a gymnast, aren't you? You look really flexible, hah. I'm sure you've got some nice moves to show off." He holds his arm out towards you, moving to take hold of your waist again. "C'mon, I'll give you a ride there. About 10 times faster than the L-train, I promise."

This was perfect. Showing up unannounced at the main headquarters was a faux-pas for novice heroines, the 'proper' way to do things was wait until you had been summoned for a big incident. You still couldn't tell if Green Streak was just being coy and flirty or if his intentions for this 'training session' were a bit coarser than that... you'd just have to wait and see.