This was too good to be true. Roy had obviously had a long night himself,
and had fallen asleep in the meeting room. Kurt watched in hiding for a
good ten minutes, then walked into the room, still watching Roy for any
signs of consciousness. He poked Roy once. No reaction. He was really out
of it. And Kurt had seen where the permanent markers and bleach were kept.
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was done. He had taken pity on Roy and only used Dick's batclan semi-permanent markers. Semi-permanent as in the clan had a solution that would take the marks right off. Pity that Roy didn't know the proper solution. He had scrawled creatively all over Roy's face and back. He might get Dick's help cleaning off his face, but Kurt was careful to give him no reason to even suspect checking his back. There he had scrawled a bullseye and a few choice comments. It was coming into water balloon season, after all. He had also emptied half of the remaining syrup into Roy's quiver. Might as well give him a hint at who was responsible for his disfigurement. Also, red clothing + bleach streaks = red and pink clothing. Kurt had considered dying his hair too, but didn't know how to dye it green with the material at hand. It would have been amusing to let his hair match Green Arrow's costume. He had to make due with the paint. Kurt was personally amazed that the smell of his treatments didn't wake Roy up. Something was missing...feathers! Roy had obviously been fletching some new arrows, and Kurt knew enough about archery to know which pile was the pile of reject feathers. He took it and the remaining syrup to turn Roy into a chicken. That should teach Roy to leave his fur alone.
Hypersensitive hearing comes in handy at times, such as hearing someone approaching in time to get away from the scene of the crime. Kurt fled.
Robin and Green Arrow entered the room together. Both took in Roy's "new look." Ollie stared silently while Dick quietly left the room. He knew once Ollie regained his senses he would ask who had done that, and he didn't want to rat out Kurt. They were Rom, and Rom stood by each other.
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J'onn J'onnz approached Kurt. He told Kurt, "Batman asked me to take you for the day. He and Robin have several meetings to go to and did not wish you to be alone."
[Translation: Batman didn't trust me not to blow up the house so he called in a babysitter.]
"Okay. Where are we going?"
"A baseball game. Since the Red Sox aren't playing today, I thought we'd catch one of the college games at DePaul University."(1) "Sounds good."
Fifteen minutes later, Kurt had stopped by the concessions stand before he went anyplace else. He'd loaded up on junk and was preparing to take his seat when he heard a familiar, unwanted fizzle. His holowatch breaking down. Kurt frantically tried to hide. He didn't want a mass panic. A blue fuzzy demon in only black sunglasses, tank top, and shorts was likely to cause a riot. Despite all his efforts, he was spotted by three college age men. He waited for the screams.
"So, you've got to be a huge Demons fan. Love the costume."
"Was?"
"The DePaul Blue Demons. With all the time you must have put into making that costume, you must be a huge fan."
"Uh...yeah."
"What? You expected me to think that that was au naturale? Don't be ridiculous."
Kurt continued on his way, drawing compliments and envious stares at his "costume." To go out in public without the holowatch was a dream come true. When he got back to his proper dimension he had to see if the Demons were in his own dimension.
That night on Chicago's five o'clock news there was a fan clip of the Demons game, showing a nameless high school boy in an elaborate demon costume doing some kind of weird dance in the stands.
(1) It is a real place, and a real team
If anyone wants a pic that originally went with this section of the fic, e- mail me and I'll send it to you.
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was done. He had taken pity on Roy and only used Dick's batclan semi-permanent markers. Semi-permanent as in the clan had a solution that would take the marks right off. Pity that Roy didn't know the proper solution. He had scrawled creatively all over Roy's face and back. He might get Dick's help cleaning off his face, but Kurt was careful to give him no reason to even suspect checking his back. There he had scrawled a bullseye and a few choice comments. It was coming into water balloon season, after all. He had also emptied half of the remaining syrup into Roy's quiver. Might as well give him a hint at who was responsible for his disfigurement. Also, red clothing + bleach streaks = red and pink clothing. Kurt had considered dying his hair too, but didn't know how to dye it green with the material at hand. It would have been amusing to let his hair match Green Arrow's costume. He had to make due with the paint. Kurt was personally amazed that the smell of his treatments didn't wake Roy up. Something was missing...feathers! Roy had obviously been fletching some new arrows, and Kurt knew enough about archery to know which pile was the pile of reject feathers. He took it and the remaining syrup to turn Roy into a chicken. That should teach Roy to leave his fur alone.
Hypersensitive hearing comes in handy at times, such as hearing someone approaching in time to get away from the scene of the crime. Kurt fled.
Robin and Green Arrow entered the room together. Both took in Roy's "new look." Ollie stared silently while Dick quietly left the room. He knew once Ollie regained his senses he would ask who had done that, and he didn't want to rat out Kurt. They were Rom, and Rom stood by each other.
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J'onn J'onnz approached Kurt. He told Kurt, "Batman asked me to take you for the day. He and Robin have several meetings to go to and did not wish you to be alone."
[Translation: Batman didn't trust me not to blow up the house so he called in a babysitter.]
"Okay. Where are we going?"
"A baseball game. Since the Red Sox aren't playing today, I thought we'd catch one of the college games at DePaul University."(1) "Sounds good."
Fifteen minutes later, Kurt had stopped by the concessions stand before he went anyplace else. He'd loaded up on junk and was preparing to take his seat when he heard a familiar, unwanted fizzle. His holowatch breaking down. Kurt frantically tried to hide. He didn't want a mass panic. A blue fuzzy demon in only black sunglasses, tank top, and shorts was likely to cause a riot. Despite all his efforts, he was spotted by three college age men. He waited for the screams.
"So, you've got to be a huge Demons fan. Love the costume."
"Was?"
"The DePaul Blue Demons. With all the time you must have put into making that costume, you must be a huge fan."
"Uh...yeah."
"What? You expected me to think that that was au naturale? Don't be ridiculous."
Kurt continued on his way, drawing compliments and envious stares at his "costume." To go out in public without the holowatch was a dream come true. When he got back to his proper dimension he had to see if the Demons were in his own dimension.
That night on Chicago's five o'clock news there was a fan clip of the Demons game, showing a nameless high school boy in an elaborate demon costume doing some kind of weird dance in the stands.
(1) It is a real place, and a real team
If anyone wants a pic that originally went with this section of the fic, e- mail me and I'll send it to you.