Chapter 3: New Routine
9:43 AM
March 11th 2010
Hall of Justice
The Courier nodded towards the kitchen staff, the League had been kind enough to inform him that he was permitted use of their usually off limits resources for the time being. As much to keep him within their line of sight as keep him from being overwhelmed he suspected.
Made sense. He couldn't imagine what a fully populated city was like. Gotham had been a knee jerk enough for him.
"Fish and chips." He muttered to himself as he looked over the platter, he had never seen anything like it before. It looked clean. Fresh.
Apparently a food from England. He only ever heard of it in books.
Still wearing the clothes from the pawn shop, he made his way over to one of the empty tables. Sitting himself down and placing his food in front of him.
For what felt like several minutes he just stared at it in mute fascination. The restaurants on the Strip sold fresh food, but even that was only fresh by wasteland standards. It was still irradiated to some degree.
And fish was an absolute no go, the rivers were toxic enough. Add onto the fact the fish were just as likely to eat you.
"Something wrong with the food?" A voice called out to him, breaking him from his trance. His eyes travelled away from it and towards a woman, blonde hair, purple jacket, black leotard and grey stockings.
"No." He replied, looking back to the food "Just...Never seen food so healthy."
That was apparently amusing to her, considering her eyes looked down the plate of greasy junk food and then back to him, the corner of her lip twitching upwards.
"I see." She looked down at the opposite end of the table, holding up her own plate of food "Mind if I join you?"
The Courier looked up to her, then gestured for her to take a seat. She nodded her head and sat opposite him. Her eyes went over his appearance, an inquisitive expression on her face.
"You're still wearing your coverings." She pointed out, less judgemental and more curious. Supposed it did make him look slightly bizarre.
"Dislike having head uncovered." He simply said, pulling down his scarf just enough that his mouth was exposed, then picked up his fork and skewered a chip, putting it in his mouth and chewing.
"Bad experience?"
He swallowed, idly realising that this was perhaps the best food he'd eaten in a long time. "Wasn't great." His voice replied "Would prefer helmet, but makes if difficult to eat."
"I see." She nodded "I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Black Canary."
"Courier." He nodded, then titled his head "Superpowered?"
She nodded "My voice can produce a scream high enough to affect sound waves."
The Courier paused, then looked her over "Wasteland mutant had similar effect. Could produce sonic cry to debilitate prey." he frowned "Burst eardrums. Close enough, frequency can rupture organs."
Black Canary grimaced "I've never tried going that far with my Cry. I usually save it for more durable opponents."
"Makes sense." He nodded, eating another chip "Foods good."
"That's nice to hear." Black Canary replied, a slight smile on her face.
"Assume you are here to observe my behaviour." The Courier questioned after a few more bites of his food, looking across he noticed she didn't deny it "Understandable. Although most in the wasteland were not insane."
"We would like to get a better understanding of your character before we make any final decisions." She admitted "You have to admit, given your origin…"
"My perspective on Justice would differ from yours." He nodded along with her words, shovelling some peas into his mouth. He swallowed after a few moments of chewing "Did some research this morning. On world. Justice league."
Black Canary nodded along, taking a bite out of her own food "What did you think?"
"Even by wasteland standards. Pretty strange." He admitted, earning a small huff of amusement from Canary "But...Not bad thing. Obvious disagreements with some judgements." he sighed "Would personally have killed Joker."
Canary frowned "That is-"
"Understand why you don't though." He cut her off before she could continue "Killing my first wasn't easy. Killing my second was. Like routine. More you do it, easier it becomes. More impressed at resolve not to kill." he shrugged "Not my world, survival not as desperate."
Canary leaned back in her seat, looking the Courier up and down with an emotionless expression "You said you regretted the ease of killing."
"Did."
"Do you mean you dislike what it was turning you into?"
The Courier paused his eating, looking across at Canary before he set down his knife and fork, crossing his arms. "Not no much turn. Perhaps, rediscover. Don't like killing though. Bad for the Soul."
"I wasn't aware you were religious."
"Not." He dismissed "Saying from an old friend. Was religious. Told me he didn't like killing, but when done righteously it becomes a chore." he sighed "Kill enough people in name of morality, discover he'd be right."
"Do you dislike that?"
"Never gave it much thought." He replied in a carefree tone "Spiritual searching, low on the list of priorities." he gestured his head at her "What about you? Why be a vigilante?"
Black Canary raised an eyebrow and gave a wry smile "Most would have said 'why be a super hero'?"
"Hero is perspective. Hero in one eyes is a villain in another. Prefer vigilante, more neutral."
Black Canary accepted the explanation with a small tilt of her head "You could say I grew into it. Mom was a crime fighter, I suppose I took on her legacy." her eyes went downcast slightly, her hand going to her throat and rubbing it "Even my voice."
"Assume you weren't conscripted."
She chuckled and shook her head "No. Family friends, taught me to control my cry. At first I just didn't want to risk an accident." she gave a smile "Then I suppose it grew into seeing what I could do with it. Decided to help people, use what my Mom gave me to make a difference." her eyes went back to the Courier "What about you?"
"Wasteland a dangerous place." He replied "Kept running into trouble. Mostly followed my gut. Didn't like seeing people be victim of undeserved cruelty."
"Felt like you had to do the right thing." She nodded along, a knowing smile on her face.
"Maybe. Friend said I was a nosy prick. Liable to get my face cut off." He smirked at the memory of Cassie swearing at him while downing a bottle of whiskey. First impressions with the woman were far from ideal.
"Well." Canary gave him a small smile "Suppose that's always the risk when you try to do the right thing."
"Risk when you tried to do anything." His expression turned impassive "Would have gotten involved either way. Figured I'd try to make outcome more preferable."
The pair went about eating their meal in relative silence, the Courier finishing up his meal and wiping his face with a tissue. "Anything else should be aware of?"
"Doctors appointment." Canary replied, then noticed how the Courier briefly stilled "They need to check up on your physicals. In case you get injured or sick."
"...Understandable." He said after a few moments, his tone stiff. Canary frowned, but didn't question it just yet. She assumed it might have been related to a trauma but she wasn't going to press him for all his answers. He needed to feel more comfortable. "When?"
"As soon as possible." She replied "Although before the end of the week would be-"
"Now then." He cut her off "Best get it out of the way." he stood up from his seat abruptly "Which direction?"
"There isn't a medical bay in the hall." Canary explained "We'd need to go to a more secure sight."
"Teleportation." The Courier surmised "Want to limit interaction with outside world. Ease me into it. Avoid culture shock."
Canary raised an eyebrow at him in intrigue "Once found a book on psychology." The Courier shrugged "Got bored."
Canary's lip twitched upwards slightly, shaking her head she stood up as well "We've given you brief credentials. Myself and Red Tornado will be going with you."
As guards went unsaid. The Courier nodded along, "When do we leave?"
"Well, you said you were happy with now." She shrugged, then went to press something in her ear "Tornado, its Canary. Meet us in the Hall's Zeta-tube room. I'm taking the Courier for a medical examination." receiving a reply, she nodded her head and turned back to the Courier "Come on. He'll meet us there."
The Courier wordlessly followed her, his right hand clenching slightly. He didn't dislike doctors or medical professionals.
He just preferred to be the one to do his own examinations. Wasn't a big fan of allowing a stranger to examine his body, not without his permission anyway. The Think Tank had given him many things, chief among them were the scars.
10:12 AM
March 11th 2010
Location Unknown
"Recognised: Black Canary – 13." The Voice called out from a phone booth in an alleyway, the door swung open and the woman emerged. Taking a step away from it and closing the door again. "Recognised: Courier." the door swung open again, the Courier emerging dressed in his makeshift outfit.
He stepped out and stared back at the Phone booth, closing it and titling his head to the side "Inconspicuous." he muttered under his breath as the machine called out again.
"Recognised: Red Tornado – 16." The robot emerged. Closing the door one final time and turning to the pair.
"Direction of hospital?" The Courier asked Canary, the woman gestured up the alleyway and began walking. The Courier and Red Tornado following after her.
They emerged around the front of a building, the Courier took in his surroundings, he could faintly see a city in the distance, the area was more like a suburban neighbourhood. Much like Goodsprings, only cleaner.
Made him feel ever so slightly nostalgic.
"In here." Canary gestured to the front door of the building, the pair followed after her. The door opened up and a receptionist looked up at the trio with a smile.
"We were expected." Canary called out to the woman, the receptionist nodded once and pressed her hand on her phone dial.
"Doctor Sampson? Your special appointment is here." She spoke into the phone, after a few moments she nodded her head and looked back up "He's waiting for you in his office."
"Thank you." Canary nodded, gesturing for the other two to follow.
The Courier watched the interior of the hospital with mute fascination. Everything was so clean, he realised he was on another Earth but it hadn't actually dawned on him until this moment. The buildings, the sky even the people were all so...so...clean.
It was, somewhat, uncomfortable for him. He was used to everything being run down and everyone he encountered to either be an asshole or to want to kill him for whatever was in his pocket. He had encountered the occasional friendly person, although such encounters were few and far between.
They eventually came to a stop in front of, what appeared to be, a private consultation office with the words 'Doctor Sampson' plaque on the front of a wooden door. Canary knocked on the door once, after which a slightly older voice called out in reply. Canary took this as a cue for them to enter the room.
There was an older man in the room, greying hair with a small beard, he stood roughly the height of Canary wearing a long white coat and black rimmed glasses. He had a welcoming smile on his face.
Perhaps it was older doctors in general, but Six couldn't help but make a connection between the man in front of him and Doc Mitchell. Perhaps it was their professions or their general feeling to them that made them appear so welcoming. Six wasn't going to complain however.
"Hello Canary." The doctor nodded to her, then to Tornado "Red." then he turned his attention to Six "Is this the patient?"
"Yes." Canary nodded, then gestured to him "This is a...visitor." she went with "He hasn't been to a doctor for a long time, so we decided for a small checkup of his vitals."
"I see." Samspon nodded his head, a knowing look on his face "League business then." he released an amused huff "I know enough not to ask specifics." he turned to the Courier "You're name, sir?"
"Six." He answered. Sampson raised an eyebrow at him before he shrugged, seemingly unperturbed by the name.
He went to a clipboard picking it up and turning back to the Courier "I'm going to ask a few questions related to your health before we officially begin, I'm not going to ask anything too personal, just get a general feeling of where we are."
Six understood, he had gone through similar procedures with other Doctors.
"First question…" The pair went back and forth for a few minutes, the questions were usually one word answers, convenient for Six and probably the doctor as well. He wasn't very good at articulating long answers anyway. Namely if he felt phantom pains anywhere or had a history of illness in his family.
It was only when they got to the final questions when he ran into trouble.
"And your age?"
"…" Six furrowed his brows behind his sunglasses. He couldn't exactly remember, so he went with what he pictured his age actually was. "Twenty one...I believe."
Sampson stared at him for a few moments before he narrowed his eyes "I see." he nodded his head, ticking something on his clipboard before he sat it down. Standing up and gesturing for Six to sit down on a bed. It was a simple metallic structure with a mattress on it. Quite literally, nothing special in the least.
"Are you adverse to removing your…" He gestured at the wrappings "Head coverings?"
"Personal preference." Six replied "Can remove them if necessary."
"If you would." Sampson replied, Six nodded his head. Removing the scarf, sunglasses and hat from his head.
Sampson stared at the young man with a small grimace, not the worst injuries he had seen but certainly not something that should have been present on a young man. Although he didn't seem too bothered by them.
Neither did Black Canary or Red Tornado, the former having a look of resignation as if she had been expecting that.
It was then that Sampson noticed something on Six's forehead, he narrowed his eyes moving a hand to it "May I?" he asked permission, Six nodded his head.
Sampson ran his fingers along the small crater in his forehead, it had long since scared over but he had seen plenty scars just like it in his career. Bullet wounds left very specific scars.
Sampson sighed, withdrawing his hand and looking the Courier in the eyes "Any damage you wish to discuss relating to it?"
"Memory loss." The Courier replied monotonously.
"How much?"
"...Considerable." His eyes creased "...Twenty years."
Sampson took in a sharp intake of breath "I see." he grimaced, rubbing his forehead "I suppose it would explain your vagueness over your age."
"Yes." The Courier nodded.
Canary raised an eyebrow, only privy to a small part of the conversation "There a problem?"
Sampson stared at Canary and then back at the Courier "Do you wish for privacy?"
"It is of little consequence." The Courier replied, still staring Sampson in the eyes, lips in a thin line and expression blank. Sampson almost scoffed at that, losing your entire life's worth of memories was probably a pretty big consequence.
The doctor stood up, fully turning to Canary and Tornado "Well, he's suffered a gunshot wound to the head-"
"Two. First one knocked me out. Second one was to make sure."
"…" Sampson stared at him, his rather blunt and clinical description of being almost murdered was somewhat disturbing for him but then again, most people who hung around superheroes had one or two screws loose when it came to injuries. Canary however, looked surprised by this, turning to the Courier with wide eyes.
"You were shot in the head twice?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't mention this until now!?"
"It wasn't relevant."
Canary placed her head in her hands and turned to Sampson "Anything else?"
"He's lost nearly twenty years of memories." He turned back to Six "How far does your memory go back?"
"One year, three months, five days." That was oddly specific, but then again he suspected that when you lost that much time, you tended to remember how long you had actually had awareness.
"Oh good lord." Canary whispered to herself, raising her head and staring at the Courier "Let me guess, not relevant?"
"My lack of memories wasn't relevant." He replied "Being informed of my amnesia would not have altered my position." he shrugged "Would have told if you asked."
Canary released a sigh, Tornado remained silent seemingly pondering something.
"I'll need to run some basic tests on him." Sampson replied "He-"
"How basic?" The Courier interrupted him, Sampson turned to him in surprise, there was a slight edge in his tone.
"Blood samples." He replied "Screen you for toxins and infections. Basic physical."
The Courier was silent for a few moments before he spoke again "Nothing...invasive?"
"No." Sampson shook his head "Not unless it is necessary."
The Courier stared at him for a few more moments before he let out a nearly inaudible sigh of relief "Understandable. Proceed." he replied. Sampson raised an eyebrow and turned back to Canary and Red Tornado "You are free to wait here or outside."
"I'll be outside." Canary spoke up "I need to talk with someone." she turned to Tornado "Can you wait here with him?"
"I have no qualms." Tornado replied, Canary nodded her head and sent a grateful smile to Sampson before she quickly left the room, obviously to make a call.
"Well then, young man." Sampson turned back to the courier with a small reassuring smile "Lets get to it, shall we?"
"Nearly twenty years of his memories." Canary crossed her arms with a huff, speaking into the earpiece "And he only mentions it now because 'we didn't ask.'"
"We didn't." Batman replied "And he was correct, his medical history doesn't affect his current situation. There was no need for him to reveal his amnesia to us."
"He was shot in the head, twice." Canary reiterated "That's pretty important, the list of consequences from that kind of injury are extensive."
"He seemed perfectly coherent when we spoke." Batman replied, undaunted by the prospect.
"He speaks in short sentences and seems to have a mindset focused on completely logical outcomes." Canary replied "He's either very good at hiding his true feelings or they genuinely don't matter to him."
"Has he given you any indication that he is disturbed or prone to violence?" Batman replied, tone unchanging. Canary sighed.
"...Not as of yet no." She replied, then frowned "However, it is concerning that he would think little of his health-"
"He is from a hostile environment." Batman cut her off "He likely learned to prioritise his injuries. An old scar which has yet to affect him would not be ranked very high on his list of priorities."
"Its a bullet wound in his head." Canary dryly put "And we can't discount brain damage."
"...Did he appear to suffer from a mental disorder or have his faculties inhibited?"
"No, bu-"
"He has apparently suffered from this injury for over a year, and has presumably already been treated for it." Batman interrupted her a second time "Await the results of his physical and keep me informed. The League is still deliberating on whether or not to accept his help in a more active role."
Canary sighed "Fine...I'll let you know."
"Batman out."
She clicked her tongue as the communication cut out. Batman was right to an extent, Six had obviously been living with this injury for a while and had likely already been treated for it, what was disturbing to her was the fact he was cavalier with the cause of it. Others might have been greatly affected by an attempt on their life and losing virtually all their memories.
Six explained his amnesia with all the care of reading out a shopping list. Either he had already come to terms with it, or it hadn't bothered him to begin with. Either way, she would await the rest of the verdict.
12:21 PM
March 11th 2010
Location Unknown
"What are your findings?" Canary asked as she entered the room again, Sampson was sat behind a desk with the Courier opposite him, Tornado standing just off to the side. The Doctor had completed his preliminary tests and called them back in to discuss the results.
Judging by the grim look on the mans face, it wasn't very good.
"Well...where do you want me to begin?" Sampson asked, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh before he slipped them back on "Physically? At least twenty percent of his body is covered in scar tissue. Gunshots, lacerations from knives, burns and what looked like teeth marks from some kind of large reptile." he sent the Courier a look, the man just shrugged his shoulders. "Hmph. Beyond that? Early blood tests show he's actually got a very powerful immune system, it would take something quite potent for him to show symptoms of an ailment."
"Alright." Canary nodded, then furrowed her brows "So what's with your expression?"
"Ah, yes." Sampson coughed into his hand "I ran an X-ray on his body, after his consent due to the nature of his injuries to check for damage to his bones."
"And what did you find?"
"What didn't I find?" Sampson huffed, pulling up the results and setting them down "He's already agreed to show you this, said you would probably want to know."
Canary leaned over the table to have a look at his results, then narrowed her eyes, picking up the X-ray of his chest and looking it over "Is that…"
"Metal running through his body." Sampson supplies "His body is actually quite resistant to the X-ray machine, took a few tries to get an image of even that quality. But yes, he has metal grafted onto his bones. Not to mention what appear to be implants on his heart and spine."
"What does this mean?"
"Well...I have no idea." Sampson shrugged "You'd have to ask him, I'm familiar with several papers talking about artificial limbs or organs maintained with technology but I've never seen something like this."
Canary bit her lip, Tornado looking over one of the other X-ray scans, before she looked back at him "How would you rate him, medically?"
"He is, in my opinion, quite the medical marvel." Sampson shrugged "Many of the scars should have killed him and from the looks of things he's had invasive surgery, although he didn't speak of it when questioned so I wasn't going to force the issue."
The Courier sat in the chair in silence as they spoke about him, still staring ahead with his arms crossed and resting on his lap.
"Any danger to his brain from the bullet?"
"No." Sampson shook his head "From our preliminary tests, he doesn't appear to be in danger, whoever treated him for that did an impressive job and repairing the damaged skull."
"Thank you Sampson."
"Always a pleasure." He smiled then sighed "Just...next time you visit, at least make sure its something simple like a broken leg. Easier to write that down on paper work than 'Cyborg'"
Canary rolled her eyes, then looked to the individual in question "Come on, lets head back."
The Courier nodded, standing up from his seat, then looking at Sampson "Gratitude for your understanding."
"Your welcome." Sampson nodded "It was your choice."
The Courier nodded again, then followed the pair outside "Suspect we shall speak of results."
"Damn right we are." Canary pinched her brow "Electronic implants on your heart and bones?"
"And brain." The Courier supplied, Canary stopped and sent him a half lidded look "Suspect radiation resistance prevented him from seeing it."
"Uh-huh." Canary nodded "And what does that do?"
"Accelerates thought process, improved hand-eye coordination."
"And change to personality?"
"No."
"Are you susceptible to Electromagnetic interference or attacks?" Tornado asked, the Courier turned to him and shook his head.
"No, enhancements were designed to avoid such an outcome. Coated in resistant material." He shrugged "Couldn't tell you what kind."
"Power supply?"
"Will exceed my own lifespan considerably."
"Very well." Tornado nodded his head "I assume the scar tissue was a result of lifestyle in your home?"
"Yes." He nodded "Mainly firefights with Raiders or Legion."
"And the bite?"
"...The Deathclaw was faster than I was." Was the reply she received, she didn't need an elaboration. Anything that was referred to as 'Deathclaw' wasn't likely to be very friendly towards local population.
"We shall return to the Hall." Tornado announced "The League shall discuss the results further, would it be acceptable to you for the results to be revealed and questioned?"
"I can explain their functions." Six replied "But I do not possess the knowledge to recreate them. Discussion of my physical being is acceptable, never made much of a secret of it."
"Perhaps it is a cultural difference, I find that humans value privacy a great deal."
"Don't like someone looking through personal history unless its necessary." The Courier shrugged as they exited the hospital "You are aiding me and have offered aid in return. Knowledge of my physical well-being was expected."
"I see."
15:32 PM
March 11th 2010
Location Unknown
The Courier, once again, found himself in the large meeting room of the Justice League, the same members as his previous encounter with them were seated down while he stood at the foot of the table, near the door.
He was uncuffed this time, although he assumed it was more to do with the fact that they were confident they could take him down relatively quickly rather than any modicum of trust he had earned thus far.
"We've read the results of Doctor Sampson's report." Superman began, setting down the paper, his expression in a slight frown "It was very enlightening."
"Assume you have questions?"
"Nature of your implants to begin with." Batman began "You mentioned a Brain implant that was missing from the reports?"
"I did." Six nodded "Radiation resistance. Interfered with the X-ray, the brain implant accelerates thought process, hand-eye coordination."
"Anything else?"
"Have another implant in my brain." He replied "V.A.T.S., slows down perception of time, allows better targetting in fights."
"Side effects?"
"Used sparingly." He replied "Fast succession can result in brain haemorrhage."
"The implants in your heart?"
"Boosts immune system, filters out toxins." He listed "Less effective than artificial heart."
"You've had one?"
"Had it removed, old heart returned." He waved him off "Discuss spine?"
"I assume that strengths your spine and allows your body to deal with a greater degree of weight and force?"
"Yes. Already discussed muscle augmentation with you."
"Anything else?"
The Courier frowned behind his scarf, looking off to the side in thought for a few moments before he returned his attention back to Batman "Not to my knowledge."
Batman grunted, but nodded his head then went to ask another question when Captain Marvel spoke up "How the heck do you get all that in a wasteland?" he asked, a genuinely curious look on his face.
The Courier stiffened ever so slightly, enough that Batman noticed it but didn't comment on it immediately. The Courier remained silent for a few moments before speaking "Most augmentation available for purchase. Expensive however."
"Huh." Captain Marvel grunted, then shrugged his shoulders "Fair enough."
Batman crossed his arms, leaning back into his chair and nodded his head slowly "The League still has much to discuss in regards to your offer. However, you will be required to turn over a list of all the items you currently have in your 'Pip-boy', regardless of the outcome of our decision."
"Understood." The Courier nodded.
"Canary, lead him back and then return."
15:45 PM
March 11th 2010
Location Unknown
Black Canary returned to the League meeting hall after dropping the Courier back at the Hall of Justice, taking her seat back at the table, the other leaguers looked around before Superman spoke up.
"I suppose our agenda is whether or not we accept the Couriers help." He put on a serious expression "I suppose the first question we have to ask is, are there any objections?"
"Well…" Flash cleared his throat "Maybe not an objection, but I would like to know where he stands in regards to dealing with criminals, if we allow him to help with the crime fighting and stuff." he raised his hands "I know he said he basically did that back home, but I think his kind of dealing with, and our kind of dealing with, are a little different. Not that I'm gonna hold it against the guy." he added on quickly "Different type of environment and all that but I suppose the question is…"
"Can we trust him to rein in his instincts." Jon Stewart finished with a frown, nodding his head "He's spent most of his known life fighting people who would kill him and he responds accordingly. I admit that it took me a little time to adjust after coming back from Tour to not zap a guy for shooting me, but I had been through enough training to know how to deal with an opponent without killing them."
"And you fear that this Courier does not posses the same restraint." J'onn surmised, then turned to Canary "You have spoken with him, what assessments have you made of his personality?"
"Actually reminds me a little of Batman." She nodded over to the Dark Knight, the man raised a lone eyebrow "He's pragmatic. Blunt as well, and holds little regard for his own injuries unless they pose a present threat to him." she sighed "However, he did admit that he would be tempted to kill some of our more notorious rogues." she pinched the bridge of her nose "I think he understands why we don't...but I doubt he's had the luxury of having a justice system to work within."
"I think you might be dismissing him a little too quickly." Green Arrow leaned forwards "I mean, have you seen some of his notes on his enhancements?" he scoffed "Five times the average strength of a person? Reinforced spine? lets not forget his hand eye co-ordination and his apparent mutations from radiation." he shook his head with a wry grin "Guy's practically built for combat, as far as a person can be." he shrugged his shoulders "And, considering he's from a post-apocalyptic wasteland, he seems pretty sane and reasonable to me." he raised his brows "He did also say he didn't kill everyone he fought."
"True." Superman nodded, mulling it over in his head before frowning "However, I am concerned about the few he would kill. Especially if he were to get his hands on the less super-powered criminals." he exhaled "If he were tempted to do so, he could very easily kill someone."
"Well, so could all of us." Green arrow pointed out.
"But we haven't." Batman spoke up, a grim look on his face "Holding him accountable for his actions on his world or not, he has killed and been raised in an environment where he is forced to either kill or be killed. If placed in such a position again, it is likely he could resort to his mentality which has, no doubt, kept him alive in his home."
"So what would you suggest?" Red Tornado asked "He has offered his aid in other activities beside crime-fighting."
"He has." Batman admitted "However, he would be better served in a more active role."
"So, get him a babysitter?" Captain Marvel raised an eyebrow "Have him work while one of us watches over him?"
"That…" Black Canary raised a hand, then blinked and slowly nodded her head in thought "That suggestion has merit." then crossed her arms "But who would be best suited for watching over him?"
"I would like to Volunteer, if the situation arises." Red Tornado spoke up, several league members openly showed their surprise, while others gave him intrigued looks.
"Why?" Superman asked, Red Tornado turned to him.
"He has expressed a past experience with working with artificial life." He explained "I understand it may be more comforting to him to work with someone of my origin. It would also be beneficial in the event of a relapse into his survival skills that I be present to control the situation."
"Well…" Arrow spoke up "Who says it has to be one person?" he shrugged "We could take turns. Get him used to working with people, and no offence Red, but I think he could do with acclimatisation to an actual functioning city and not a presumed ruin."
"He does have a point." Hawkgirl spoke up "Even if we don't allow him to help, he's still going to need someone to help him adjust to everything."
"So…" Hal Jordan cleared his throat "We're going to put this to a vote as to whether or not to allow Courier to have a proactive role in helping us?"
"We are." Superman nodded, then looked around the table "Very well then, cast your votes."
AN: Well...Lets face it, we all know they're going to let him in but yeah.
Also I like to think I presented the League pretty well here, most Fics like this are basically 'Man Kill people, make him bad. Killing bad. Make him better.' kind of thing. Which, to me at least, seems a little simplistic.
Yes, the Courier has killed people but he isn't some wandering psycho who murders people whenever he gets the opportunity. But yeah, I also think he's a more morally grey character.
He'll kill someone, if he thinks its for the best. Hence why he kills Raiders and Legionnaires because, lets face it, they aren't really redeemable. As for Freeside thugs, assume that he only kills a few of them but most he just beats the shit out of.
Basically, he isn't the kind of guy who kills people first. In the same way the Justice League aren't really saying killing is an absolute evil.