In the morning Hal told Kurt, "I'll be off to the Watchtower, then work
soon. You want to stay here or have me take you to the Titans Tower?
"Titans tower."
"Ok. Off we go."
Hal took Kurt with him trough the JLA teleportation system, then passes him through to the Tower while he went on moniter duty.
At the Titan's Tower:
"Hello? Anyone here?" Kurt called.
"I am," a quiet voice answered.
"Come on out."
The voice entered. It was Garth.
"You sound sad," Kurt stated. "What's wrong?"
"Just memories."
"Do you want to talk or should I leave?"
"It's my birthday."
"...congratulations?"
"Every year I can't help but think about what happened when I was born. My people saw my eyes and left me on a reef to die. They think purple eyes are a curse."
"Believe it or not, I know what you're going through."
"How could you?"
"When I was a baby, men took one look at me and called me a demon. I have to spend my life hidden behind an illusion because people fear what I look like."
"Has anyone ever tried to kill you for it?"
"Ja. Mein mutter threw me in a river to drown, and the village next to the one I grew up in tried to burn me at the stake."
"So you do know. Why do they think you look like a demon? My understanding of human culture is somewhat limited."
"Digrade legs, tridactyl hands, pointed ears, spaded tail, fangs, not to mention the smell accompanying a 'port."
"It's kind of nice to know there's someone around who knows what
it's like to be an outcast."
At this point Roy walked in.
"I was going to enact some nefarious revenge, but there's times you just can't. And Garth, What are you talking about with that outcast bit? People are always freaked by the different. Imagine growing up as the only redhead in a Navaho tribe. I know the outcast bit. I never did fit in. Pity the others don't know what it is to not belong."
Next Dick entered.
"What are you talking about? High society has a rule about people: accept them according to how much money they have. You can imagine the responses to the poor adopted gypsy boy. I can't count how many people looked on my background and treated me like a mangy street dog or whispered to the maids to keep an eye on the silver while I was around. They still do."
"No way. High society thinks that Mr. Perfect Example is going to make off with the silver?"
"Yep. They look at where I come from, not who I am. All they see is a charity case that Bruce decided to take on."
All sat quietly thinking for a few minutes. Then Dick said, "Kurt, we've gotta get going. It's not a good idea to make Batman wait. And they left.
On the way back Bruce called Dick and told him it would be another hour before he was needed back. Dick had a brainstorm and called Wally to meet him and Kurt for lunch. Wally ran to catch up to them and they met at a place called Vince's for lunch.
Kurt asked, "Why are we stopping here?"
"Because with you and the running stomach eating on my tab, I figured it might be a good thing to get the food cheap."
"If Wally's the running stomach, what am I?"
"The 'porting stomach."
Wally asked, "This looks expensive. Why do you say it will be
cheap."
"Vince has a bet on the biggest roast and the meal to go with it. If you can get it all down in one sitting and not barf it up, it's free."
"Whydidn'tyoutellmeaboutthissooner?"
"Because you'd come here every other day and drive him out of business. Since the restaurant is shutting down within the week, I figured it would be safe to take you now."
The entire restaurant stared as both Wally and Kurt managed to down a five pound roast and all the generous fixings that went with it. Dick still had to quietly promise to buy them dessert if they went someplace else. He, at least, was wary of all those watching.
Wally had left and both Kurt and Dick were headed back to the cave. It was getting dark and would soom be time for them to leave on patrol. A few minutes later, all three masked men were in the Batmobile on the way into town. Once in town it was pathetically easy to find Sabretooth. They followed the screams and found him kneeling over a young girl who, from her injuries, would probably not survive the night. Sabretooth looked as if he was going to continue hurting the girl, then he turned slightly and sniffed.
"Ah, the runt's charge. But he isn't around to protect you now. I'm going to have fun with this. With that he charged.
Sabretooth was so intent on Kurt that he didn't even notice the darts that were piercing him, though he did start slowing down. It took seven darts before he collapsed and was bundled up to the Watchtower.
Batman quietly stood by Sabretooth, just in case he woke up. Robin was the only one who saw him slip Sabretooth more tranqs every time his lifesigns got too strong. Atom and Flash, tag-teaming with the new information obtained from Sabretooth, had the information they needed to send Kurt on his way within an hour. Kurt once again 'ported with Sabretooth. This time he could actually see where he was going. He saw the welcome to Bayville sign before he and Sabretooth were torn apart.
Sabretooth continued on in the right direction, while Kurt spun off on another tangent. Once again he felt something pulled into the 'port with him. The something, or rather, someone, had pasty white skin and what looked like black tatoos around both glowing, red eyes. He thought he heard the sound of a motorcycle in there somewhere. And then he emerged alone, again. Kurt looked up. He was in some kind of...space station? He saw stars
through distant viewing ports. And there were creatures of every
description walking about. Some had turned to stare at his abrupt entrance. And then the strain from Kurt's 'port caught up to him, and he knew no more.
"Titans tower."
"Ok. Off we go."
Hal took Kurt with him trough the JLA teleportation system, then passes him through to the Tower while he went on moniter duty.
At the Titan's Tower:
"Hello? Anyone here?" Kurt called.
"I am," a quiet voice answered.
"Come on out."
The voice entered. It was Garth.
"You sound sad," Kurt stated. "What's wrong?"
"Just memories."
"Do you want to talk or should I leave?"
"It's my birthday."
"...congratulations?"
"Every year I can't help but think about what happened when I was born. My people saw my eyes and left me on a reef to die. They think purple eyes are a curse."
"Believe it or not, I know what you're going through."
"How could you?"
"When I was a baby, men took one look at me and called me a demon. I have to spend my life hidden behind an illusion because people fear what I look like."
"Has anyone ever tried to kill you for it?"
"Ja. Mein mutter threw me in a river to drown, and the village next to the one I grew up in tried to burn me at the stake."
"So you do know. Why do they think you look like a demon? My understanding of human culture is somewhat limited."
"Digrade legs, tridactyl hands, pointed ears, spaded tail, fangs, not to mention the smell accompanying a 'port."
"It's kind of nice to know there's someone around who knows what
it's like to be an outcast."
At this point Roy walked in.
"I was going to enact some nefarious revenge, but there's times you just can't. And Garth, What are you talking about with that outcast bit? People are always freaked by the different. Imagine growing up as the only redhead in a Navaho tribe. I know the outcast bit. I never did fit in. Pity the others don't know what it is to not belong."
Next Dick entered.
"What are you talking about? High society has a rule about people: accept them according to how much money they have. You can imagine the responses to the poor adopted gypsy boy. I can't count how many people looked on my background and treated me like a mangy street dog or whispered to the maids to keep an eye on the silver while I was around. They still do."
"No way. High society thinks that Mr. Perfect Example is going to make off with the silver?"
"Yep. They look at where I come from, not who I am. All they see is a charity case that Bruce decided to take on."
All sat quietly thinking for a few minutes. Then Dick said, "Kurt, we've gotta get going. It's not a good idea to make Batman wait. And they left.
On the way back Bruce called Dick and told him it would be another hour before he was needed back. Dick had a brainstorm and called Wally to meet him and Kurt for lunch. Wally ran to catch up to them and they met at a place called Vince's for lunch.
Kurt asked, "Why are we stopping here?"
"Because with you and the running stomach eating on my tab, I figured it might be a good thing to get the food cheap."
"If Wally's the running stomach, what am I?"
"The 'porting stomach."
Wally asked, "This looks expensive. Why do you say it will be
cheap."
"Vince has a bet on the biggest roast and the meal to go with it. If you can get it all down in one sitting and not barf it up, it's free."
"Whydidn'tyoutellmeaboutthissooner?"
"Because you'd come here every other day and drive him out of business. Since the restaurant is shutting down within the week, I figured it would be safe to take you now."
The entire restaurant stared as both Wally and Kurt managed to down a five pound roast and all the generous fixings that went with it. Dick still had to quietly promise to buy them dessert if they went someplace else. He, at least, was wary of all those watching.
Wally had left and both Kurt and Dick were headed back to the cave. It was getting dark and would soom be time for them to leave on patrol. A few minutes later, all three masked men were in the Batmobile on the way into town. Once in town it was pathetically easy to find Sabretooth. They followed the screams and found him kneeling over a young girl who, from her injuries, would probably not survive the night. Sabretooth looked as if he was going to continue hurting the girl, then he turned slightly and sniffed.
"Ah, the runt's charge. But he isn't around to protect you now. I'm going to have fun with this. With that he charged.
Sabretooth was so intent on Kurt that he didn't even notice the darts that were piercing him, though he did start slowing down. It took seven darts before he collapsed and was bundled up to the Watchtower.
Batman quietly stood by Sabretooth, just in case he woke up. Robin was the only one who saw him slip Sabretooth more tranqs every time his lifesigns got too strong. Atom and Flash, tag-teaming with the new information obtained from Sabretooth, had the information they needed to send Kurt on his way within an hour. Kurt once again 'ported with Sabretooth. This time he could actually see where he was going. He saw the welcome to Bayville sign before he and Sabretooth were torn apart.
Sabretooth continued on in the right direction, while Kurt spun off on another tangent. Once again he felt something pulled into the 'port with him. The something, or rather, someone, had pasty white skin and what looked like black tatoos around both glowing, red eyes. He thought he heard the sound of a motorcycle in there somewhere. And then he emerged alone, again. Kurt looked up. He was in some kind of...space station? He saw stars
through distant viewing ports. And there were creatures of every
description walking about. Some had turned to stare at his abrupt entrance. And then the strain from Kurt's 'port caught up to him, and he knew no more.