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Futureknight universe: Time to teach a Lantern

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?"

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."

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

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.

"A stress worm could see ya need help, @##$%&head." The eyes narrow further. "What's yer name?"

"Thomas Rybec," he says simply. He's trying his best to not look too put out. Was he that odvious?

Well, he knew he needed help. Maybe it showed.

She cocks her head with that same listening look that Clark gets, then nods her head and thumps the seat behind her. "Git on 'n hang tight."

He didn't question her. Just climbed up beside her and got a good hold on the bike. He was careful about his bag too.

Had a few things he might need. Plus some extras.

The bike tire spun, then it shot down the empty street with a roar before lifting into the air and weaving between the tall buildings. A wake of irate cursing followed it.

Tom bites the inside of his mouth lightly. To make sure this isn't a weird dream. Had to be very sure of it. Other wise it would be too weird.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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."

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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."

"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."

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

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

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.

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

He felt oddly comfortable right now.

Thomas paused to kiss his fingers gently, then rubbed his head on them and purred thunderously, his golden eyes slitted in contentment.

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