Blanket Disclaimer: Poison Tonic LX does not own the Teen Titans or any characters therein. Don't sue her, please, because if you do I won't have a home anymore…-Ralph, the muse
Of course, he couldn't show up at the Tower and expect them to welcome him with open arms just because he felt like experimenting to find the rush on their side of the line.
He would have to come up with yet another alias.
A sigh escaped his lips.
How troublesome.
But…he set about the beginning of his experiment with a will.
Unsurprisingly, he still favored darker colors in his new costume:
A tattered black cloak that hardly reached his waist and wrapped around his neck rather like a scarf, a semi-loose burgundy shirt that laced up at the top, black fingerless gloves that reached halfway up his forearm, the upper parts like armor with crimson designs on it, a scarlet utility belt with similar designs in black, and black skintight pants tucking into matching steel-tipped boots (with more of the inscriptions and red laces up the sides).
This ensemble was made complete by a simple black eye mask, which allowed his messy auburn (almost black) hair to show (his hair color was part of why he had chosen black and red—it wasn't just because they were his favorite colors, or because they were the ones he had used for quite some time along with gray via his Red X costume).
Finished, he studied himself in the mirror.
He didn't really look like a super hero, but then again, he didn't really look like a villain, either.
That, however, was a satisfactory look, seeing as he wasn't sure which he preferred just yet.
Now all that was left was a name…and gadgets…
He set to work on gadgets first, puzzling over the name as he worked.
The X theme would be quite conspicuous, of course, and there wasn't really a way or a need to modify the ready-made gadgets.
They had been made to incapacitate the Titans, after all, and he wanted to help them, not hinder them…for the time being, in any case.
Of course…he eyed some of his old things…some of them might come in handy.
But what would they look like? Discs were taken, bats were taken (he probably wouldn't have used them anyhow…), birds were taken, arrows were taken, X's were taken…
How annoying.
He would have to settle for something mediocre until something better could be found.
Now for a name…
Nothing stupid—he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ended up with a name like 'the Shadow' again.
That had been far too embarrassing, even if he had only been a child at the time.
Decisions, decisions…
Well…since it was, after all, one of his main reasons for becoming a superhero…
Yes, he thought.
The Rush would do quite nicely…
Even if it was a bit cheesy.