Dempsey's hands twitched within the large 'handcuffs' keeping him from using his powers. They were more like giant metal sleeping bags for his arms, strapped to his chest and ankles so that if he even tried to break the handcuffs, which he could with enough effort, he'd end up tumbling down to the floor, leaving enough time for whichever guard was stationed outside of his door to theoretically fire a tranquilizer into his legs. Dempsey remembered how he had gotten into this mess, one slip up and he had landed himself in some comic book prison for 'superheroes'. 

[u]A few months prior[/u]

Dempsey skidded back, forming an X with his hyper enforced forearms as his ears were filled with the shrill screams of a banshee. During his relatively short time with his powers, he hadn't encountered a single other 'gifted' person. He'd heard about them on the news and whatnot, and he definitely suspected his last car dealer to have some sort of mind controlling power, Dempsey would never have paid the price he had for the hunk of junk he got with a clear mind.

He raised and widened his arms, this was no close range battle, at least not yet. He felt the blood coursing through his veins quicken as it carried radiation to his arms, a grimace grew on his face as he swept his arms down and sent a shockwave of radiation coursing out towards his opponent. Just then, a hook emerged from the mist and dug itself into Dempsey's shoulder. He felt himself being pulled towards the thrower. Bad move. He cocked his fist back as he flew towards the behemoth of a man pulling him, and in one fell swoop plunged him into the ground. 

He turned quickly, his shockwave had only subdued the banshee and he was quickly getting to his feet. Dempsey acted quickly, he could see the banshee's mouth open. No one ever said Dempsey Robinson was a clean fighter. He almost felt pain himself as he dropped to his knees and sent an earth shattering punch to the sensitive parts of the screaming man. The scream was quickly quelled with painful gasps and whines. 

The fog cleared, and the perimeter of police officers pointing their rifles at Dempsey soon became apparent. They cared not that Dempsey had just saved a few people from being killed. To them he was just another freak. He went along with co-operation, no point in giving the gifted any worse a name than they already had.

[u]Present day[/u]
Dempsey's eyes shifted upwards as the door to his cell opened. It was far too early for lunch, and visitations were few and far between in this place. Surprisingly enough, it looked to be some government agent, freshly pressed suit and all. A smirk grew on, Dempsey's face as he spoke.
[color=0054a6]"So I see the [i]'Free Nelson Man-Dempsey[/i] movement has finally gotten through to the government then. I'll make my speech in a few hours, for now I must rest in the no doubt 5 star hotel you'll be putting me up in"[/color] He grinned, obviously happy at his own, admittedly dated joke.
"Not quite" Replied the other voice before going on to explain about the super group the doctor was attempting to form. Suffice to say, things were beginning to follow a pattern of outlandishness. Of course Dempsey accepted the deal, on the condition that he was allowed to shave before leaving his cell. The beard he had been unable to shave got rather itchy and smacking himself in the face with his metal restraints wasn't the best solution.

The freshly shaven Dempsey followed the doctor to the elevator with the other Gifted. They were a motley crew to say the least. From tentacles to children, the team had it all. He stretched his fingers out, his hands didn't get much exercise in that hell hole. As the sunlight poured into the elevator, Dempsey shielded his eyes with his forearm before he could see the insanely futuristic jet in front of him.

When he did though, he exploded.

Figuratively, not literally of course. He practically jumped with glee as he shouted
[color=0054a6]"Fucking hell"[/color] And began walking briskly towards the jet, turning to the stationary group with a smirk as he spoke. [color=0054a6]"So are you lot going to take the bus then? Or are you boarding this spaceship with us?"[/color] He began edging ever closer to the jet, hoping for a minibar onboard.