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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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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The redhead smiled. "I am Prudence Pennyworth, the butler. Master Clark is on the back lawn playing with the dogs. If you'll follow me I will show you."

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He nods with a smile. "A pleasure ma'am."

Time to follow Prudence. "Dogs? What kind, if I may ask?"

He had dogs when he was growing up. Didn't now but, he planned to once more.

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"A brace of black greyhounds, named Ace and Deuce." She leads him through the hallways toward the back of the massive old house, past the relics of generations Waynes, Donaldsons, and Graysons.

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He can't help but qurik a smile.The names sounded so familar to him. Made him happy for some reason.

"Really? They sound ..Lovely." Greyhounds were a good breed he always thought. Full of energy and life. They appealed to him.

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Prudence led him to the back sitting room and over to the patio door, then let him through. He could see the dogs imediately; they grabbed the attention as their sleek bodies streaked over the extensive chamomile lawn in pursuit of a tennis ball that Clark had tossed from a lacross racket.

"Shall I take your coat," the butler asked mildly.

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He couldn't help but smile. He unbottoned his coat and handed it over to Prudence lightly.
"Yes please."

His clothing underneath the nearly very formal coat was quite casual. He was odd that way. But hey, it was comfortable for him.

"Huh...Cool Dogs."