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||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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"Rob! Here's your utility belt, over here."

Tim glanced over at Kon and grinned. "Awesome. This looks pretty familiar, too." He held up green domino between his index and middle fingers.

Bart skidded back to his two com padres, his cowl hanging behind him like a hood and a pair of sunglasses, red and stylish hanging off his nose and clad in a leather jacket that was far too large for him. "Found your S."

Kon very, very nearly squeed. He didn't, but he almost did.

"Haven't seen that jacket in--gimme!" Grabby hands.

It was old stuff, but it was still his stuff, and there was an S! On the back, okay, but still an S.

Tim laughed as Kon snatched his--older--Superboy stuff from Bart.

"Just as well," he told Bart with a grin. "Looked a little silly on you." Kon's stuff really had been way too big on him.

Bart pulled the sunglasses off and handed it to his friend along with the sunglasses, then to Tim. "So, What? Do I have nothin? Does this mean I get the Sawchucks?"

"No sawchucks!"

Dammit, he sounded like a mom. He was NOT the mom!

Instead he turned his attention to the jacket, holding it in one hand and touching the S-shield on the back with the other, as if reassuring himself with it. "Man, haven't seen this thing in a while--well, one of these things, anyway. I lost count of how many jackets I went through."

He pulled it on. Thankfully, it'd always been somewhat over-large, because his frame was broader now. Now for the finishing touch--the sunglasses. Yes, he was wearing them inside.

"I feel all retro."

What? He hadn't worn this thing in more than a year. When you were hardly older than five, that was ages and ages.

Tim bit back a smirk. Kon sounded like someone's mom.

He gave his friend an appraising look. "Yep. Totally retro." He put the mask on--and he was getting way too much like Batman if he felt more comfortable like this--and glanced back at Bart. "There's got to be something here for you..." He started looking around again, and came up with a gold ring with a Flash symbol set into it. "How about this?" He oculdn't imagine that it would be someone else's...

Bart's jaw dropped briefly as he snatched it away almost possessively, before catching himself. Polite. This is important- yeah. "Thanks." he said as he put the ring snug on his finger.

He beamed proudly as he bared a fist, relaxed, testing the feel of it on his finger. It was definitely his.

"So, we're off to see the wizard, right? Time to go kick some supervillain or alien or alien supervillain butt."

Watch out, Stacy, here they come.

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