[Kon's words are like a jolt of ice water, colder than the lake beneath his feet, but he doesn't hesitate, trusting Kon's grip and TTK to keep them together and Tim shielded from the force as he forgets about managing his wake and just pours on the speed.
Hardly a moment later they're there, on the thin strip of cultivated beach that lines Lake Shore Drive in Chicago, and he's doing a careful skid to bleed off momentum so he can just step off the water onto dry(ish) land.]
I'll back you up, but you've got the super-senses.
[Which, in this case, is easily as good as any monitoring equipment that would be ready to go if they continued to the nearest trauma center. And Bart was hesitant to do that, with how this world keeps tabs on known metas.]
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Hardly a moment later they're there, on the thin strip of cultivated beach that lines Lake Shore Drive in Chicago, and he's doing a careful skid to bleed off momentum so he can just step off the water onto dry(ish) land.]
I'll back you up, but you've got the super-senses.
[Which, in this case, is easily as good as any monitoring equipment that would be ready to go if they continued to the nearest trauma center. And Bart was hesitant to do that, with how this world keeps tabs on known metas.]