It was another day of fun for the super hero in training Static- he was right in the middle of breaking up a drug bust. The hour was late and the place was only lit up because of his electric powers- he had used them to light up every formally inactive bulb in the surrounding area, completely throwing the shadow-clad drug dealers for a loop. They docks, where they had decided to do their dirty deals, had never been so alive with light, or at least not for a very long time.

Static was grinning from his hover board, looking down at the mall band of humans with all the smug smirking of something who felt completely in control of the situation. Which he did.

He knew he could handle a handful of thugs.

“You guys really need to get a better hobby,” he told them as they pulled out their guns and pointed them at him, “why don’t you try knitting? I hear that can be very relaxing.” He swooped below a hail of gunfire, laughing as he went. With a streak of lightning, he shot himself around the discombobulated drug dealers, bringing himself to the side of the posse before speaking again. “You know what game I like to play when I’m bored?” He asked, his powers clinging to one of the men and hoisting him into the air. “I really like basketball!” With that, he shot the man off to the right, sending him sailing right into a large, full dumpster. The lid flipped down on top of him with a thunk, trapping the man in a river of filth. Chuckling merrily, Static looked back at the other drug dealers, just in time to see them sending another wave of bullets at him. He used his powers to catch the bullets right in the middle of the air, each silver death package floating harmlessly in the air for a moment before dropping to the ground in a dead stop. The youthful teenager then used his powers to hoist the guns away from the men, making a metal ball out of them in the air.

“Bowling is good too,” he commented, sending the metal ball rolling their way. They ducked to avoid getting slammed into, cursing and yelling as they went. Static didn’t mind- he was having. More fun than he probably should have been having, anyway.

Which was good, since about twenty men suddenly burst onto the scene, the back up from both sides rushing in to help after their allotted time limits had expired. Static found himself a little worried- he hadn’t anticipated so many people.

“Now guys, come on- can’t we talk about this?”