OK, thank you for all the reviews. This is actually inspiration for me to continue writing. I'm sure most of you are wondering why I had Tim singing at the airport near the end of Chapter Four. Those of you readers who are old enough will know that that song was sung on the final episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show as she walked out of the station. I kinda thought that would be something interesting to put in. Anyway I'm glad no one flamed me for it. You guys rock!
Chapter Five: The Rescue and the Recruit
The tower was clearly visible from Jump City airport.
Then again how could one miss it? It was in the shape of a giant T. You'd either have to be blind or illiterate to miss it.
At the Jump City Airport, Tim had no trouble retrieving his luggage and then taking a taxi to the edge of the city which overlooked the island where his knew home was erected.
"Getting in there with my costume on should be easy," the teen said to himself. "But how the hell am I gonna get my bags in there?"
Hotel was the first idea that came to mind until he could think of someway to get his bags into the tower.
"Your name?" asked the man behind the desk.
"Max Catchson," said Tim with a voice that indicated that he didn't want to be asked too many questions. It was all just an act though. He didn't want to use his full name and he didn't want to act like himself. He just wanted to get into that tower.
"It's twenty dollars a night," explained the man.
Tim handed the man two bills and said, "That's for tomorrow night too."
I hate hotels, thought Tim as he closed the door to his hell hole of a room. It smelt like vomit and something kept telling Tim not to sleep in the bed because the housekeeping hadn't cleaned all the semen stains from the sheets after the last occupier left.
Thank God the shower was clean otherwise Tim was going to demand a refund. He would take one after he finished his first patrol. Hopefully no one would notice his absence.
Putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, Tim slipped into his costume and looked in the bathroom mirror. All that was missing was the gel. It was his thing. While Dick's hair was all down and stuff, Tim's was wild and spiky.
"Damn," he said in admiration to the mirror, "but I'm hot."
The buildings in Jump City weren't as big as Gotham's but they would do now that he lived here. The new summer air was perfect at night. As he flew past someone's apartment, Robin quickly saw that it was 9:03PM.
"I'll stop at one-thirty," Tim said to himself. "Two if I'm not too tired."
That was when he heard it.
The scream.
He almost lost his gripping on his grappling hook when he heard it.
Definitely masculine in origin. Didn't sound too old but it also didn't sound too young.
Robin used his momentum to swing himself over to the fire-escape of a nearby apartment complex.
"Hell of way to start the night," he commented when he heard the scream again. "I'm not far now."
In fact if he hoped off the fire escape he would have found that three grown men, mostly in their thirties, were forming a small circle around something and afflicting physical pain upon it.
"Damn it," cursed Robin. He leapt off the fire-escape and used a bird-a-rang to swing over to the victim's aid.
As he dropped to the ground the three attackers stopped and gazed at Robin.
"Who the hell are you?" asked one of them.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell am I? I'm Robin," he said taking out a shock-disk. Without looking at his work, he adjusted the setting so that he wouldn't electrocute the man. The gadget was compliments of Gear. "The greatest teenage superhero of all Gotham City. And I've got a present for you; compliments of me and some genius from Dakota."
"Get this bitch," shouted one of the other men. "We'll have fun with him as soon as we're done with this little bitch!" With the last word of that sentence, he kicked the victim, earning him a whimper.
"Oh, hell no," cried Robin as he threw the disk. As Gear had told him it created an electrostatic burst which would stun the object that disk hit and disable any electronic equipment for 24hours.
The man gave a cry as he fell to the ground giving several twitches.
"That's what I call shocking," said Robin in a taunting manner. He withdrew his Bo stick and instantly attacked the two other men. Within ten seconds they had lost consciousness.
"And that's what I call an ass-whooping," smiled Robin. He put the Bo stick away and bent down to the victim on the ground.
Out of his utility belt he pulled out a small flashlight and gazed at the face in front of him.
"What the hell have they done to you, buddy?" Robin asked the boy. His face-and Robin would later discover that his entire body-was green.
There was a lot of blood coming out of his mouth and a lot of other areas.
Robin gave an angry sighs. Just before leaving Gotham he read some of Jump City's crime reports. Rape gangs were a big problem. Especially the one's that targeted young males.
He had to get him medical attention but something told Robin that if he took him to a hospital he might not get the treatment he deserved. He had to take him somewhere but where?
The tower.
It had it's own sickbay and Robin had learnt first-aid from Bruce. But Robin wasn't strong enough to carry this guy to the tower. Then an idea popped into his mind. He hit a small button on his belt and then picked the green boy up over his shoulders. He quickly carried the boy out of the area and ran towards the sidewalk. Where was it?
Then the revving of a motorcycle engine could be heard. A bright red motorcycle (one that could never be found in any store) pulled up in front of him.
The vehicle was driver free since the autopilot had guided it to Robin. He quickly got on and held the green victim close to his body.
Two hours passed until the green boy woke up according to the sickbay clock.
Robin wished he had entered the tower under more pleasant circumstances. It took him at least five minutes to find the right room and then another five to take off all but the boy's boxers and slip him into a hospital gown. When he had patched up all the wounds, Robin got a washcloth and tried scrubbing the paint off of his skin but it seemed that wouldn't work. So Robin just decided to wait in the sickbay while his new friend lay sleeping on the surgical table. He knew that he should be out patrolling the city but he couldn't risk this kid being a security risk.
The boy sat up with a groan and began rubbing his head.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked with a groggy voice.
Robin stood up and went over to the sink. He got a cup and occupied it with water. "My place," he responded. "I saw you with bad guys back there so—"
"What happened to my clothes?" screamed the boy. He then looked at Robin with a terrified look. "OK, what'd you do to me while I was out?"
Robin held up his hands to declare his innocence. "Buddy, I didn't do anything to you. I swear to God I didn't. All I did was put you in the gown and patch you up." He shrugged. "But the paint's another matter."
The green-boy raised an eyebrow. "Paint?" It was as if he didn't know what Robin was talking about.
The teen wonder nodded. "Yea, if you want to you can use one of the showers here."
"That's my skin," snarled the boy.
Robin felt his throat go dry.
His skin?
"Oh," was all he said. "Can I ask how you got it that…green?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. But I will not answer."
Robin walked toward him and handed him the water. "Fair enough?"
"Fair?" asked the boy. "What's fair got to do with it? It's not the answer you wanted."
"No," agreed Robin, "it's not. But can you answer this question: Do you have a place to stay?"
The green-boy shook his head. "Nah. Well, thank you for your help," he said hopping off the surgical table and quickly regretting it since his body hadn't fully healed, "but I think it's time I flew south for the winter."
Before Robin could even form a thought in his head as to what this kid was talking about, the green boy's body shrunk into the suit and without warning, a bright green sparrow flew out from the gown and began flying around the room.
Robin was sure he was about to have a heart attack or something? Was this kid a witch?
After circling the room for several seconds, the bird stopped and morphed into the boy who was now only wearing his boxers. He quickly ran to the hospital gown and put it back on.
"H-how'd you do that?" asked Robin.
The boy shrugged. "It's a gift. I can turn into any animal that's ever existed. Problem is I always come out green. That's how I got my self-anointed nickname: Beast Boy! BB for short."
"Beast Boy," smiled Robin. "What's your real name?"
Beast Boy waved a hand at Robin. "Bah! It's not important. So…what do we do now?"
"Got any folks?"
"Nope."
"Clothes?"
"The ones you saw on me earlier. Do you have a tailor shop in this place?"
Robin laughed. "No…sorry. You got any food?"
"Nope."
Robin sighed. "What do you have?"
Beast Boy bent his arms behind his back and put on a sexy face. "Only what you see…that's so wrong man," he said after bursting into laughter.
Robin nodded. "OK…how bout you stay here? I've got plenty of room and besides…I'm new in town and…I kinda need your friend."
Beast Boy nodded. "This is sweet! I'm roomin' with Robin! Damn, this is cool. Wait, does this make me a…you know…superhero?"
Robin nodded. "Sure…but only if you're up for it.
"Hell yes! I heard about all your big busts in Gotham." He began to follow Robin outside and then gazed in awe at the size of the TV. "Sweet merciful god," whispered the green shape shifter.
Robin then stopped. "Actually…you can stay on one condition…"
Beast Boy groaned. "I'm not gonna have to take off this gown and walk around in my boxers for your pleasure am I?"
Franks hated being the only guy who had to do housekeeping but hey, it was better than being the front-desk guy. As he reached room 310, he heard some rustling inside.
Without knocking, Franks burst into the room to find a teenage dressed in a red and green costume with a black and yellow cape carrying some bags in his hand.
"Robin," was all Franks could say.
The teen saluted him and leapt out the window.
Thinking that whoever was staying here was psychotic and suicidal, Franks ran to the window to check out the remains…only to see a pterodactyl flying in the sky with a youthful looking rider on it's back.
Riding through the air, Robin sighed.
Saved a life and made a friend…not bad for a first night.
To Be Continued…
Wow, I must be getting carper tunnel syndrome or something. My fingers hurt. I may take a break or something. Well, R/R.
Next Chapter: Robin and BB investigate what looks like an alien shuttle.
Chapter Five: The Rescue and the Recruit
The tower was clearly visible from Jump City airport.
Then again how could one miss it? It was in the shape of a giant T. You'd either have to be blind or illiterate to miss it.
At the Jump City Airport, Tim had no trouble retrieving his luggage and then taking a taxi to the edge of the city which overlooked the island where his knew home was erected.
"Getting in there with my costume on should be easy," the teen said to himself. "But how the hell am I gonna get my bags in there?"
Hotel was the first idea that came to mind until he could think of someway to get his bags into the tower.
"Your name?" asked the man behind the desk.
"Max Catchson," said Tim with a voice that indicated that he didn't want to be asked too many questions. It was all just an act though. He didn't want to use his full name and he didn't want to act like himself. He just wanted to get into that tower.
"It's twenty dollars a night," explained the man.
Tim handed the man two bills and said, "That's for tomorrow night too."
I hate hotels, thought Tim as he closed the door to his hell hole of a room. It smelt like vomit and something kept telling Tim not to sleep in the bed because the housekeeping hadn't cleaned all the semen stains from the sheets after the last occupier left.
Thank God the shower was clean otherwise Tim was going to demand a refund. He would take one after he finished his first patrol. Hopefully no one would notice his absence.
Putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, Tim slipped into his costume and looked in the bathroom mirror. All that was missing was the gel. It was his thing. While Dick's hair was all down and stuff, Tim's was wild and spiky.
"Damn," he said in admiration to the mirror, "but I'm hot."
The buildings in Jump City weren't as big as Gotham's but they would do now that he lived here. The new summer air was perfect at night. As he flew past someone's apartment, Robin quickly saw that it was 9:03PM.
"I'll stop at one-thirty," Tim said to himself. "Two if I'm not too tired."
That was when he heard it.
The scream.
He almost lost his gripping on his grappling hook when he heard it.
Definitely masculine in origin. Didn't sound too old but it also didn't sound too young.
Robin used his momentum to swing himself over to the fire-escape of a nearby apartment complex.
"Hell of way to start the night," he commented when he heard the scream again. "I'm not far now."
In fact if he hoped off the fire escape he would have found that three grown men, mostly in their thirties, were forming a small circle around something and afflicting physical pain upon it.
"Damn it," cursed Robin. He leapt off the fire-escape and used a bird-a-rang to swing over to the victim's aid.
As he dropped to the ground the three attackers stopped and gazed at Robin.
"Who the hell are you?" asked one of them.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell am I? I'm Robin," he said taking out a shock-disk. Without looking at his work, he adjusted the setting so that he wouldn't electrocute the man. The gadget was compliments of Gear. "The greatest teenage superhero of all Gotham City. And I've got a present for you; compliments of me and some genius from Dakota."
"Get this bitch," shouted one of the other men. "We'll have fun with him as soon as we're done with this little bitch!" With the last word of that sentence, he kicked the victim, earning him a whimper.
"Oh, hell no," cried Robin as he threw the disk. As Gear had told him it created an electrostatic burst which would stun the object that disk hit and disable any electronic equipment for 24hours.
The man gave a cry as he fell to the ground giving several twitches.
"That's what I call shocking," said Robin in a taunting manner. He withdrew his Bo stick and instantly attacked the two other men. Within ten seconds they had lost consciousness.
"And that's what I call an ass-whooping," smiled Robin. He put the Bo stick away and bent down to the victim on the ground.
Out of his utility belt he pulled out a small flashlight and gazed at the face in front of him.
"What the hell have they done to you, buddy?" Robin asked the boy. His face-and Robin would later discover that his entire body-was green.
There was a lot of blood coming out of his mouth and a lot of other areas.
Robin gave an angry sighs. Just before leaving Gotham he read some of Jump City's crime reports. Rape gangs were a big problem. Especially the one's that targeted young males.
He had to get him medical attention but something told Robin that if he took him to a hospital he might not get the treatment he deserved. He had to take him somewhere but where?
The tower.
It had it's own sickbay and Robin had learnt first-aid from Bruce. But Robin wasn't strong enough to carry this guy to the tower. Then an idea popped into his mind. He hit a small button on his belt and then picked the green boy up over his shoulders. He quickly carried the boy out of the area and ran towards the sidewalk. Where was it?
Then the revving of a motorcycle engine could be heard. A bright red motorcycle (one that could never be found in any store) pulled up in front of him.
The vehicle was driver free since the autopilot had guided it to Robin. He quickly got on and held the green victim close to his body.
Two hours passed until the green boy woke up according to the sickbay clock.
Robin wished he had entered the tower under more pleasant circumstances. It took him at least five minutes to find the right room and then another five to take off all but the boy's boxers and slip him into a hospital gown. When he had patched up all the wounds, Robin got a washcloth and tried scrubbing the paint off of his skin but it seemed that wouldn't work. So Robin just decided to wait in the sickbay while his new friend lay sleeping on the surgical table. He knew that he should be out patrolling the city but he couldn't risk this kid being a security risk.
The boy sat up with a groan and began rubbing his head.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked with a groggy voice.
Robin stood up and went over to the sink. He got a cup and occupied it with water. "My place," he responded. "I saw you with bad guys back there so—"
"What happened to my clothes?" screamed the boy. He then looked at Robin with a terrified look. "OK, what'd you do to me while I was out?"
Robin held up his hands to declare his innocence. "Buddy, I didn't do anything to you. I swear to God I didn't. All I did was put you in the gown and patch you up." He shrugged. "But the paint's another matter."
The green-boy raised an eyebrow. "Paint?" It was as if he didn't know what Robin was talking about.
The teen wonder nodded. "Yea, if you want to you can use one of the showers here."
"That's my skin," snarled the boy.
Robin felt his throat go dry.
His skin?
"Oh," was all he said. "Can I ask how you got it that…green?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. But I will not answer."
Robin walked toward him and handed him the water. "Fair enough?"
"Fair?" asked the boy. "What's fair got to do with it? It's not the answer you wanted."
"No," agreed Robin, "it's not. But can you answer this question: Do you have a place to stay?"
The green-boy shook his head. "Nah. Well, thank you for your help," he said hopping off the surgical table and quickly regretting it since his body hadn't fully healed, "but I think it's time I flew south for the winter."
Before Robin could even form a thought in his head as to what this kid was talking about, the green boy's body shrunk into the suit and without warning, a bright green sparrow flew out from the gown and began flying around the room.
Robin was sure he was about to have a heart attack or something? Was this kid a witch?
After circling the room for several seconds, the bird stopped and morphed into the boy who was now only wearing his boxers. He quickly ran to the hospital gown and put it back on.
"H-how'd you do that?" asked Robin.
The boy shrugged. "It's a gift. I can turn into any animal that's ever existed. Problem is I always come out green. That's how I got my self-anointed nickname: Beast Boy! BB for short."
"Beast Boy," smiled Robin. "What's your real name?"
Beast Boy waved a hand at Robin. "Bah! It's not important. So…what do we do now?"
"Got any folks?"
"Nope."
"Clothes?"
"The ones you saw on me earlier. Do you have a tailor shop in this place?"
Robin laughed. "No…sorry. You got any food?"
"Nope."
Robin sighed. "What do you have?"
Beast Boy bent his arms behind his back and put on a sexy face. "Only what you see…that's so wrong man," he said after bursting into laughter.
Robin nodded. "OK…how bout you stay here? I've got plenty of room and besides…I'm new in town and…I kinda need your friend."
Beast Boy nodded. "This is sweet! I'm roomin' with Robin! Damn, this is cool. Wait, does this make me a…you know…superhero?"
Robin nodded. "Sure…but only if you're up for it.
"Hell yes! I heard about all your big busts in Gotham." He began to follow Robin outside and then gazed in awe at the size of the TV. "Sweet merciful god," whispered the green shape shifter.
Robin then stopped. "Actually…you can stay on one condition…"
Beast Boy groaned. "I'm not gonna have to take off this gown and walk around in my boxers for your pleasure am I?"
Franks hated being the only guy who had to do housekeeping but hey, it was better than being the front-desk guy. As he reached room 310, he heard some rustling inside.
Without knocking, Franks burst into the room to find a teenage dressed in a red and green costume with a black and yellow cape carrying some bags in his hand.
"Robin," was all Franks could say.
The teen saluted him and leapt out the window.
Thinking that whoever was staying here was psychotic and suicidal, Franks ran to the window to check out the remains…only to see a pterodactyl flying in the sky with a youthful looking rider on it's back.
Riding through the air, Robin sighed.
Saved a life and made a friend…not bad for a first night.
To Be Continued…
Wow, I must be getting carper tunnel syndrome or something. My fingers hurt. I may take a break or something. Well, R/R.
Next Chapter: Robin and BB investigate what looks like an alien shuttle.