Futureknight universe: Time to teach a Lantern

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Thomas Rybec was cold from the trip between realities. He hadn't expected it to be in a time he was so unfamilar with either. He just found himself wandering the streets of Gotham with his heavy coat wrapped around his lean frame tightly.

He hoped he would find Clark soon. He was honestly hoping he could get some training. At the same time, he didn't want to be a mooch. Tom figured he'd work it all out. Just as soon as he could navigate his way through this city.

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What sounded like a Harley roared overhead, then circled back and pulled up next to him. A girl with long black hair milk-white skin looked at him from bright blue eyes that seemed to glow slightly. "You fragged in the brain, bastich?"

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He just blinked lightly. He felt as shell shocked as an owl would during the day time. He gripped his duffle bag a bit closer.

"Just a bit lost."

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"Gonna be a bit dead, the Jokerz catch ya." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Where ya tryin' ta git?"

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Tom just crooks abrow. Jokerz? "I'm not from Gotham, ma'am. Was going to look up a friend of mine. Clark Kent..You probably don't belive me on that bit. But...I need his help."

He did badly. He had come to realize just how much he needed training. At least a crash course.

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The bike leaves the buildings very soon and sails out over open country. Hilly terrain appears below them, and a curving road that would be strangely familiar to any fan of Batman comics.

Then he sees the Manor.

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It's a heck of alot easier to accept this is Gotham now. Beacuse he sees it as it should be. Or at least how he remembers it from his days as a boy, teenager, and young man resding trades.

It warms that innocent part of him. While the part that belongs to his father's up bringing wants him to get ready to start acting serious and business like. But no, that would not do. He was going to see a friend.

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The bike settles down just inside the gate, then thunders up the driveway and fishtails to a screeching stop right in front of the front door.

That door opens and a red-haired woman in a black suit looks out with one eyebrow quirked. "Did you have a lovely drive, Miss Mornbein?"

"@#$&% peachy." The girl flashes her a toothy grin.

"You'll be moving your motorcycle off the lawn as soon as your friend has dismounted, of course."

Mornbein sighed and seemed to droop a bit. "Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you." The red head smiled and turned to Tom. "Master Thomas, Master Clark has been expecting you. Shall I take your bag to your room?"

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Tom just gave a small smile. "Thank you, I'd appericate that ma'am."

Let it never be said that Mrs. Rybec never instilled a respect for the fairer sex in her boys. Nope, not only that but a healthy fear as well.

"Where will I find Clark, anyways? I have a feeling he and I will have quite a bit to talk about." And do.

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"Master Clark is most fond of them." She smiles slightly, then looks down as a large spotted cat rubs against her leg and mews. "Thank you, Thomas, that will be all."

Then she looks up at Tom. "Master Thomas, meet Thomas."

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He grins and stoops down. "Hi there Thomas. Good name."

He playfully winks. "And we're both handsome devils, eh?"

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The cat perked big years and 'merowr?ed' at him, then gave him a headbutt in the shin that he felt before stropping luxuriously.

"I will bring these to your room." Prudence smiled again and walked away.

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"Thank you," he calls before turning his attention back to the cat.

He felt oddly comfortable right now.

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"They know better." Clark chuckled and offered him a hand up as the dogs sat aside appologetically. "He's made hamburger of their noses a few times."

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He claps the and and pulls himself up. "Then for greyhounds...They're none too bright if they keep doin' that."

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"Oh, they're plenty bright. But they've also got a friend that keeps telling them to go get the cat and bring him." Clark shook his head. "I hear you met Mornbein."

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He grins lightly. "Yeah. Uh, she seems really cool. Her bike is...Something else."

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"What do you know about fighting?" Clark pauses to look at Brenda, who is now reclining on the couch and looking slightly pale.

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"I've done alot of boxing. Know how to pin people with out hurting them. A little bit about pressure points. And..That's about it."

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"A good start." Clark turns away and leads him down the hall to a room where a Grandfather clock ticks to itself importantly, a slightly troubled expression in his eyes.

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"You're welcome." Clark has also changed, now he jerks his head for the other young man to follow and leads the way to the dojo.

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Tom follows after Clark. His bare feet against the cool floor makes him jump around a bit.

So cold.

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Clark chuckles at the dance, remembering when he used to do it. "I'd forgotten how it feels to your feet the first time."

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He pulls out the huge yellow caterpiller and stands, tossing it lightly across the room. "Sorry."

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"That's fine," he says hiding a laugh. He can't help it.

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Clark grins, then resumes the kata.