As night fell on the city, the sun dipping behind the skyline, the elaborate figure on the base's roof began to quiver. The statue, perched on the edge and looking over with a nasty snarl, depicted a wingless creature. A gargoyle. Legend said that gargoyles were used to frighten away bad spirits. Legend also said they were supposed to come alive at night. In most instances, that legend was wrong. However, there were the rare few-

"ACHOO!"

Then again...

Kurt snuffled as he wiped at his purple nose, watching the people below with a mixture of want and shame for wanting. He could be at Wayne manor in moments, helping with the newbie orphans, maybe even be a teacher now as nightwing had been to him. But as much as it felt like [b]home[/b] after years, it didn't feel [i]right[/i], it wasn't where he was [u]needed[/u]. 
"ACH*bamf*
He disappeared an a cloud of smoke just before the gargoyle emerged. Reappearing several stories down into a familiar place that was far more occupied than it was when he left. There was smoke and brimstone and snot as he landed on a table bench by his tail.
*Bamf*-CHOO!"