Batman kept to the shadows, and someone who had not spent his whole life
watching people's reactions and spent the day around him would never have
caught the slightly panicked look on his face. Kurt was the first to react.
"And what is your name?" Kurt was careful to try to hide his accent, knowing full well the reaction he would get later from Batman if he failed to do so.
"Liz."
"Well, Liz, I know I may not look quite normal, but I'm here to
help."
"I know. My sister always told me that the Batman and his kin aren't human, but they are here to protect us."
[What do you know. I didn't have to talk her down from a screaming fit.]
"Okay, Liz, you just settle down and that baby will be out in no
time."
One hour later:
"Okay, just keep on pushing, he's almost out. One more good push
should do it..."
"WAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Congratulations, Liz, you have a beautiful baby boy."
"Oh, he's so beautiful..." She paused, and looked at Kurt. "What do they call you?"
"Sulfer."
"Sulfer, huh. I'll call him Sullie, after you."
"I'm touched."
A glare from the shadows kept Kurt from saying anything more. The men that had been working on opening one of the doors finally got through the last of the boxes with a crash. Everyone turned toward them for and instant. When they turned back, the three masked figures were gone.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. A few muggers, a few petty robbers, nothing exciting to find, or at least nothing where the action was still present. They did find three corpses raggedly gutted. Kurt fought the urge to lose his dinner, but the others seemed to be used to such things. Disgusted, yes, but not surprised. In the morning, instead of going to bed after an all-nighter like _normal_ people, they beamed up to the JLA watchtower with Forge's gizmo in search of answers to what had brought Kurt to this universe.
They met Flash and the Atom, who had been filled in on Kurt's predicament and offered to help. They put Kurt and the machine through tests and used equipment whose purpose Kurt couldn't even guess at, and at the end of three hours of work, came up with an explanation. Flash answered for both of them.
"Something else was dragged to our dimension with you. There's about three hundred pounds of mass unaccounted for. Until we find that, all our computations will be too far off to be useful."
Kurt answered, "So until we catch Sabretooth, I'm stuck here."
"Sabretooth?"
"Your missing mass. He's currently wanted for murder in Gotham. Don't ask for details. You don't want them. Oh, and when we get him up here? I'd suggest some very heavy restraints and enough tranqs to take out a blue whale."
"You're right. I don't want to know."
On the other side of the watchtower:
Wally was in the kitchen with Green Arrow and Speedy, telling them about his meeting Kurt.
"Yeah, and I knew he was furry and could teleport and stuff, but they never said he knew how to make the best meals. He was putting together his waffles weird, and I copied him. Never thought jelly and pickles would go that good together..."
His audience looked slightly ill, not due to his comments so much as the contents of his current sandwich. Currently he had a fried egg, jelly, pickles, mustard, peanut butter, turkey, and bacon. Kurt walked in and saw his sandwich. Green Arrow saw him and said, "Plese tell him he's doing that wrong. He won't listen to me."
Kurt looked at Wally and said, "He's right, you know. You forgot the sourkraut, radishes, and chocolate sauce." Green Arrow's face suddenly matched his costume as he fled from the room. Speedy stuck around to watch Kurt copy Wally's technique, adding sour cream along with everything else. He watched in horrified fascination as both ate their sandwiches with every sign of enjoyment.
Kurt had found a lounge area and decided to take a quick catnap on the couch in an attempt to catch up from his all nighter. He had changed into civvies before beaming up, so the stiff kevlar would not be a problem getting to sleep. When he woke up his fur felt...different. He opened his eyes and looked down. Someone had smeared syrup all through his fur! This was going to take forever to get out. They'd even taken off everything but his pants in order to get greater coverage. He took a quick look below the beltline. At least they hadn't poured any syrup down his pants. There, in the middle of the mess on his chest sat a note. It read, "For your surprise dipping yesterday. Roy."
Of course, this meant war.
"And what is your name?" Kurt was careful to try to hide his accent, knowing full well the reaction he would get later from Batman if he failed to do so.
"Liz."
"Well, Liz, I know I may not look quite normal, but I'm here to
help."
"I know. My sister always told me that the Batman and his kin aren't human, but they are here to protect us."
[What do you know. I didn't have to talk her down from a screaming fit.]
"Okay, Liz, you just settle down and that baby will be out in no
time."
One hour later:
"Okay, just keep on pushing, he's almost out. One more good push
should do it..."
"WAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Congratulations, Liz, you have a beautiful baby boy."
"Oh, he's so beautiful..." She paused, and looked at Kurt. "What do they call you?"
"Sulfer."
"Sulfer, huh. I'll call him Sullie, after you."
"I'm touched."
A glare from the shadows kept Kurt from saying anything more. The men that had been working on opening one of the doors finally got through the last of the boxes with a crash. Everyone turned toward them for and instant. When they turned back, the three masked figures were gone.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. A few muggers, a few petty robbers, nothing exciting to find, or at least nothing where the action was still present. They did find three corpses raggedly gutted. Kurt fought the urge to lose his dinner, but the others seemed to be used to such things. Disgusted, yes, but not surprised. In the morning, instead of going to bed after an all-nighter like _normal_ people, they beamed up to the JLA watchtower with Forge's gizmo in search of answers to what had brought Kurt to this universe.
They met Flash and the Atom, who had been filled in on Kurt's predicament and offered to help. They put Kurt and the machine through tests and used equipment whose purpose Kurt couldn't even guess at, and at the end of three hours of work, came up with an explanation. Flash answered for both of them.
"Something else was dragged to our dimension with you. There's about three hundred pounds of mass unaccounted for. Until we find that, all our computations will be too far off to be useful."
Kurt answered, "So until we catch Sabretooth, I'm stuck here."
"Sabretooth?"
"Your missing mass. He's currently wanted for murder in Gotham. Don't ask for details. You don't want them. Oh, and when we get him up here? I'd suggest some very heavy restraints and enough tranqs to take out a blue whale."
"You're right. I don't want to know."
On the other side of the watchtower:
Wally was in the kitchen with Green Arrow and Speedy, telling them about his meeting Kurt.
"Yeah, and I knew he was furry and could teleport and stuff, but they never said he knew how to make the best meals. He was putting together his waffles weird, and I copied him. Never thought jelly and pickles would go that good together..."
His audience looked slightly ill, not due to his comments so much as the contents of his current sandwich. Currently he had a fried egg, jelly, pickles, mustard, peanut butter, turkey, and bacon. Kurt walked in and saw his sandwich. Green Arrow saw him and said, "Plese tell him he's doing that wrong. He won't listen to me."
Kurt looked at Wally and said, "He's right, you know. You forgot the sourkraut, radishes, and chocolate sauce." Green Arrow's face suddenly matched his costume as he fled from the room. Speedy stuck around to watch Kurt copy Wally's technique, adding sour cream along with everything else. He watched in horrified fascination as both ate their sandwiches with every sign of enjoyment.
Kurt had found a lounge area and decided to take a quick catnap on the couch in an attempt to catch up from his all nighter. He had changed into civvies before beaming up, so the stiff kevlar would not be a problem getting to sleep. When he woke up his fur felt...different. He opened his eyes and looked down. Someone had smeared syrup all through his fur! This was going to take forever to get out. They'd even taken off everything but his pants in order to get greater coverage. He took a quick look below the beltline. At least they hadn't poured any syrup down his pants. There, in the middle of the mess on his chest sat a note. It read, "For your surprise dipping yesterday. Roy."
Of course, this meant war.