New York: Greenwich Village Since the era of World War I, the image of Greenwich Village has been that of a bastion of urban bohemianism, a place where anything goes in terms of music, clothing, thought, and behavior. Indeed, its reputation for tolerance is well-established, having been a center of counterculture activity since the Beat era of the late 1950s. But the Village defies easy categorization, and a walk down Bleecker Street today, past the legendary coffee houses where Bob Dylan used to play, will probably only kindle nostalgia for a world not totally overrun with tourists. Once a magnet for every manner of starving artist, poet, and anarchist, the Village is now such an in-demand place that most would-be world-shakers simply can't afford to live there. Greenwich Village is the center of New York's gay community, especially in the area around Christopher Street, which, like San Francisco's Castro Street, has become synonymous with gay life. Slouched outside Tower Records with a Slurpee is, uh, Yet Another Problem Teenager. Yeah! So obviously so, indeed. Because he has an amazing pair of shades on, the average passerby wouldn't be able to tell he's on the lookout for another slumming superhero. He checks his watch. Oh look! Another American teenager is stepping out of a cab, yes a cab, rather than flying in. To the untrained eye, he looks rather normal, but to the person who knows who it really is, it's rather obvious. The hair, the sunglasses, even the Superman shirt kind of give it away. Before looking for you, he turns and pays the cabbie. "Thanks for the lift, um.. dude." Cabs. Ugh. Well, "Wade Ramos" isn't one to talk, what with the 'board and all -- but, oh well. He drops it to the ground and slowly pushes himself over to the curb, chewing on the end of his straw as he indulges in icy goodness. "Um...codeword codeword Titans Suck...?" he addresses "Carl". "But white rain... beauty." With a smirk, Carl turns away from the car as it pulls off to look down at you. "Hey. Ready to do a little.. shopping?" he asks, patting the wallet in his back pocket. Oh this is going to be loads of fun. Yes.. "You should have brought the old lady... Bet she knows where to go to find what we're looking for," he jibes as he steps around you. Wade Ramos grimaces. "If she knew we were doing this we'd -both- be dead." He pauses, suddenly virtuous. "And *I* wouldn't know if she knew about this kinda stuff, anyway. Weird kinky adult crap...ergh." *slurrrrrrp* "Anyway, the village is weird. Remember the kinda people always used to walk by our place when we were headquartered here? Grife. Let's try south." Carl Krummett just smirks as he looks over his shoulder back at you. "Yeah... I'm sure she doesn't. And don't worry, Ba.. Wade. She'll just blame me." A wink, hidden by the glasses is sent your way before he turns south. "Alright. Let's make it quick. Got a long way to go to present our.. presents, don't we? Hopefully no one will ask for ID..." Wade Ramos starts laughing, but it turns into a much more nervous sound as they stop in front of a local store. "Uhh...but hey, you're eighteen, right? Wait, no, you're like three or something. Nevermind." A beat. "Urrr...you go first. I mean, we know what we're looking for...I think..." Carl Krummett stops at the door and looks at the name. Madame Desire's Naughty Nighties. "Um... You sure you want to start here?" Before you can answer, he quickly turns his back to the street and then just as quickly enters the store. Didn't want to let those hotties that just went past to see him standing out there looking at this type of store. Doh! Now they saw him go -inside-. Wade Ramos tries not to laugh his Slurpee out his nose, and finishes the rest of the drink lightning-quick, tossing the cup in the garbage. He follows the Kid as fast as humanly possible, kicking up his board and catching it. "I dunno...think we can find 'em themed? Like...uh...green, or stars, or red and yellow or something? I...owww, brain freeze..." Carl Krummett grins and looks back at you, nodding. "Yeah. Some red leather, green edibles and red and yellow, um... something... We'll know it when we see it. Oh! Perfect!" he calls out as he reaches for you to haul your butt toward some dominatrix stuff. A whip, and most importantly, a collar, red with yellow spikes. "I think we have a winner here..." Wade Ramos chokes, and tries to keep his laughter down. Don't wanna get kicked out, do they? "Oh...valor...it's perfect! *snicker* Yuh...okay, get those. Oh valor! Look, it looks just like her costume, too," adds the kid, pointing to some stuff on the next rack over. A rhinestone-studded black leather bodice, minus cups, plus thong. "Ewwwww." Carl Krummett laughs as he nods and looks about for a basket or something to put the goodies in. Finding one, he tosses in the collar and the whip then comes over to you. "Load it up, buddy. Now... Something for Jade... Something green..." The workers, both of whom are women, are looking at you quite oddly. "Think we could get them to model something?" the Kid asks you softly. Eyeing Superboy dubiously, then glancing at the clerks, "Wade" shakes his head. "Not unless you're, you know, you," he answers quietly, "and I'm me. We're undercover, remember? Grody teenagers. No one'll do /anything/ for us." The speedster adds in a slightly louder voice, "Look, vegetarian edibles. Top /and/ bottom." Carl Krummett snickers as he grabs a pair, then another and tosses them in, too. "Okay.. Donna, Jade.. Just need Jesse. Now... What for Jes... Oh baby." Leaving the basket with you, he walks over to a skimpy, very skimpy (like the scraps from when they made the -real- undies skimpy) pair of white panties and a matching bra. Oh, and there's yellow lightning bolts. Lightning bolts tha glow in the dark. "I think we have something for everyone, now," he tells you with a wink as he pulls of the lacey undergarments which are really more lace than garment. "Holy mother of god," breathes the young speedster reverently. "You'd think they designed these with those girls in mind!" He pauses. "Okay, let's check out and get the hell away from here. It's giving me, uh, the creeps." Looking in the basket again, Bart/Wade lets out a low whistle. "Eeeee-vil," he mutters, setting it on the conuter. Carl Krummett tosses his new-found treasure down atop the others, he leans against the counter, pulling his sunglasses down just below his eyes. "Hey," he tells one of the girls with a wink as they look at the goods. "Um... These aren't for you, are they?" she asks, rather than winking back. Shot down again, he is... Grimacing /again/, Wade shakes his head emphatically. He takes off his shades and is suddenly the picture of 'scrappy kid brother', with the expression he adopts. Egad, he's good at that. "No ma'am. Prank gifts for our...sisters." He adds conspiratorially, "We hadda get 'em back for running our gym shorts up the flagpole at school." All right, that was probably pushing it, but hey. Carl Krummett looks over at Wade and nods his agreement. "Can't you see their faces when mom and dad find these?" he asks with another wink as he reaches for his wallet. "Oh man.. I can't wait." In other words, just ring the things in, dang it all. Looking doubtful, the woman silently rings the items up. No, she doesn't ask for ID. After all, it's almost certain that would prevent a sale, and we can't have that, can we? In a moment, the stuff is all secured in a bag with the store's logo featured prominently on the side, and the clerk looks at Carl. "Cash or credit?" "Cha-ching!" Carl says as he pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet. "Cash, obviously," he tells her as he hands over the money. "Keep the change." Grabbing the bag, the Kid turns and heads for the door. Snuck in between two bills was a slip of paper with his phone number on it. Right along with the ten dollar tip. He really does have too much money... No kidding. Shaking his head, and cracking up as he practically falls out the door behind Carl, Wade drops his board to the ground again and jumps up on it, heading -away- from the shop. It's a little hard to stay upright on wheels when you're doubled over laughing, but...hey. Talent. "God...should we just go there now?" Carl Krummett nods as he walks out after you, trying to keep the slogan of the store hidden. "Um.. Yeah.. Let's go," he mutters as he looks for a alley or something to duck into so he can fly, fly away. The excitement of what they're going to do has hit him and man, Kon wants to get there and go with it. All right -- no holds barred, now! None! So Kid Speedy there takes off like a rocket on his skateboard, disappearing through the crowds with a laughingly yelled, "Race you there!" ---A little later... New York Harbor New York Harbor is bustling with activity. A major city, it has a lot of sea-faring traffic coming in and out through the Harbor. The city tries to keep the harbor clean, but often fails in the attempt. The warehouses can be seen lining the piers in this portion of town, and it's obvious that this isn't the best area of town to be around. Impy-Ninja sits on the dock laughing helplessly, head in his hands. "I can't believe we're doing this - this is so rad! Oh my god...!" The Super-Ninja floats beside you, looking toward the Tower. "Believe it, Imp... Now, how're we gonna get inside without them knowing? I don't think the promise of Girl Scout cookies will work..." Impy-Ninja ahahahas..."Yeah. Heh. Well, lessee. I've got an access card, but I left it at home. How about I go through the wall then disable the alarm system so you can get in with the stuff?" Mister Skinny Ninja looks up at Floating Ninja and grins behind the mask. "Sound good?" The Super-Ninja nods as he floats lower to pick up the bag of goodies. "We gonna leave some around there, or flagpole 'em? Personally, I vote for the latter." With a devilish grin, he waits for you to do your thing so he can come out of his hiding place. "Definitely flagpole, definitely," answers the Speedster in Black, laughing again, then taking off. He's back in a second, though, and notes, "Give me to the count of five to disable 'em, then head on over. Try to be Robin-subtle, eh?" Like he should talk, but hey, when you can run so fast no one sees you, you can afford that kind've directive. He's off like a bolt again, blurring and disappearing, leaving a black streak across the water and a trail of spray. -- The Corridor ~T~ Titans Island Being the main support structure and accessway to all of the major sections of this installation, this circular corridor centers around a spiral hatch that leads to the facilities below. A railing rounds that hatch and bubble-like lights ring the smooth walls to provide amble lighting to this open space. Following the major compass points, four hallways 'X' equally, and on the wall evenly spaced between each hallway is a display console good for communications relay and security monitoring. The Super-Ninja floats into the compound, hiding behind trees and pillars and anything else he can find, but trying to not look like he is. "Okay, Imp," he says into his communicator. "I'm in... Begin undi-takin' the operation..." "You got it, boss," replies Impy-Ninja softly into his comm-thingy. And go at it he does, zipping in and out of every room until he finds the girls' residences. He takes a plastic bag from behind his ninja-belt, shakes it open, and stuffs first Jade's, then Donna's, and then Jesse Quick's underwear into it. "Hey!" he hisses into the comm again, "they all wear the same size!" While his ninja friend steals undies with glee, the Super-Ninja flies up the flagpole and starts pulling out the goodies you both bought earlier and times them, not to the rope of the flagpole, but to the pole itself with a bit of rope he has. How'd he do that? With his heat vision burning a small hole in the pole to slip the rope through. If they want them down, they'll actually need to climb up there and cut them down. As he gets the stuff for Donna up, your call comes over the comm. "They do?" he asks, surprised. "I'll, um.. need to check that out..." "Heh...yeah, sure, you go ahead and play with girly underpants," mutters Bart, finishing up and zipping out. He looks up, shading his eyes against the light, squinting. "Y'almost done up there? Don't want a replay of the other night - I doubt Nightwing would be so forgiving this time." The Super-Ninja nods down at you as he burns in two more holes and ties off the other two garments, making sure the Jesse's glow in the dark lightning bolts are visable before lowering to the ground quickly. "Done. Let's get the heck out of here."