by M&CNICFYYY2K
Somewhere else:
"Dude, we owned!" the slim guy with the spiky hair yells. "Did you see how the speedster lost control after I worked my vertigo on his ass?"
"And the face on the chick when I made the flame go off!" adds the heavier guy with the mini-afro.
"You were great too, bro. I didn't know you could transmute elements like that."
"Is that what I did?"
"Calm down, boys," says the only woman in the room. "You'll have plenty of time to circle jerk when we sell the loot at the black market. Until then, Mike--"
"HEY!" spiky hair yells again. He is quite fond of yelling, that one. "It's 'The Vertigo Man,' man. 'Mike' is my slave name."
"Yeah! And for your information, it's only a circle jerk if there's more than two guys doin' it." Mini-afro turns red. "I'm just sayin'."
The woman laughs. "I think Circle Jerk should be your code name, since you seem to know so much about the subject."
Mini-afro is hurt. "Yeah, well, yours should be... Ice Queen."
"That IS my code name, dumb-ass. I shoot ice from my fingers. What else could it be?"
"Yeah, well... shut up."
"But seriously, bro," Vertigo Man says, "when are you gonna decide on a code name?"
"Uhhhh... Fire Lad?"
"Gay," Vertigo Man sentences. "Besides, turning air into fire is only one of your abilities... in theory, since you haven't even learned how to use it yet. AND you don't wanna make it seem like you and 'Ice Queen' are a couple."
"Ew, no. Okay, okay, what about... Element Storm."
"Richard Simmons-gay."
Ice Queen laughs again. "I hate to interrupt your favorite subject, boys, but it's time we contact our bosses."
"Whoa, what for? Those guys give me the creeps."
"Yeah, I thought this job was small enough to keep it to ourselves..."
"They don't care about our miserable loot, Circle Jerk... but they're gonna be very interested to learn that the newest registered protectors in town are two little turds. You know how they love taking advantage of opportunities like these to make a point."