Jericho crept behind the group as they made their way through the zeta chamber once again and into his new home. Honestly the teleportation didn't bother him as much as it used to. He had been jumping around from place to place over the last few days afterall. As he stepped out into the huge built up cavern, he saw that not everyone was as accustomed as him. While some of the other teams stumbled about, Joey took this time to have a long and hard look around the new environment. As caves go, it wasn't that bad! It was certainly a step up from the Bat-cave. Despite only visiting that place once, it really stuck in his memory. Oh and the Bats! They didn't call him Batman for nothing!

Wondering off, he decided to check out the rest of the place instead of simply picking a room. Honestly Joey wasn't fussed if he got the last pick, as long as he at least got somewhere to sleep. He made mental notes as he made his way through the empty rooms, taking into account the kitchen and the lounge. He imagined what it would be like here in a few weeks time once they had fully settled in; the group gathered around here infront of the television, laughing and giggling. Of course Joey would just sit and listen but still, if this was going to be anything like he hoped, it would be great.

The sound of someone rumbling about back in the kitchen snapped Joey out of his thoughts. The teen retraced his steps, finding to his surprise the white skinned alien rocker raiding fridge. He watched as the alien began ransacking what appeared to be some leftover fried chicken. Intriqued, he popped himself up onto one of the kitchen counters, giving his a short wave when he happened to glance in his direction. Taking an apple from a nearby fruit bowl, he bit into it, still watching the eating Czarnian.

Slobo had just finished demolishing two legs as well as a thigh of the ice cold fried chicken and he was already grabbing another piece, this time a large breast. "Man I will say one thing, Earthlings know how to make some pretty good grub." He said to himself before he bit into the poultry goodness, which a bite from the top teen was almost half of the whole breast. A series of fried crumbs fell from Slobo's mouth, some finding homes on either his chin or shirt while the others plummeted to the floor and it looked like the alien teen had no intentions of cleaning any of it up. With a near river of chicken grease rolling down his chin Slobo looked back into the fridge only to shout out a hearty. "SCORE!" As he exclaimed this his hand shot back into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soda with the name Mr. Pib, a brand of soda the otherworlder had become quite addicted to since coming to earth, printed on its side. With his rummaging through Slobo stood up and closed the fridge with his boot covered foot. With a bottle of soda in one hand, a bucket of who knows how old fried chicken in the other, and a beard of crumbs the pale teen was about to make his way back to the room he had already claimed but he was only stopped by spotting some blonde guy sitting on one of the counters waving at him. Slobo raised one of his thick ebony black eye brows for a moment before he said, with a mouth still mashed full of chicken. "What are you staring at?"

It was an amusing sight to watch Kid Flash backpedal. Trying to cover claw his way out of the hole he had dug himself into. Until he mentioned hazing "The mute kid" at least. Roy couldn't help but crack a smile as Kid Flash turned to Nightwing to find he had already left.

"You do anything to Jericho I'm sure Canary will give you an earful as well." Roy said, his anger more an act now. Though Roy wasn't sure Kid Flash heard him as he was going on about hazing Nightwing or something. He turned back around and sighed. Clearly annoyed Roy hadn't pulled a similar vanishing act.

"Anyways yeah I'm Kid Flash, Dick said a lot of great stuff about you... I mean before you ended up on the ground and stuff." Kid Flash noted as he extended out a hand.

"Speedy." Roy said as he grabbed his hand and squeezing it harder then he should have. "But seeing as we're working together..." Roy stopped squeezing Kid Flash's hand. And reached up towards his mask...

Trip through the Zeta was fast and quick. She didn't feel any disorientation nor sickness from it. Not because she was used to it, but because of her Cosmic Staff. The thing really came in handy. As soon as she was through she saw everyone immediately spread out until she was the last one standing at the Zeta platform. She sighed as she heard the echoing voice of Kid Flash tell Nightwing how they needed to "Haze" the new kids. She took the minutes alone to look over the great cavern. They were underground by the looks of it.

Courtney rubbed her Staff a little to reassure herself. She could still hear Jack's voice when he gave her the Staff.

"I know you'll see and do great things Courtney. Don't let anyone hold you down."

Jack had known of her rocky relationship with her step-father. Jack had worked with Pat before in the superhero business. Jack had said Pat cared about Courtney which was why he was over protective. Courtney thought it was only because her step-father's friend had died in the "line of fire" as it were. And she had rubbed it in by stealing his old tech and running about doing the same things. He didn't see Courtney, he saw his friend. Then Jack came along and passed his mantle to her. She didn't need Pat's protection anymore. She knew what she was doing.

Courtney sighed. The sound echoed off the cavern walls. Sounds of laughter drifted towards her. Instead of joining she pulled out her cell phone and checked to see if she got reception. Her lips quirked when she saw she had bars. Wayne tech wasn't crap for a reason. She quickly dialed up her friend's Mary phone.

"You'll never believe where I am." Courtney told her as a greeting.

Smirking, Joey took a bite of the apple, holding it momentarily in his mouths with his teeth. "I am sorry for bothering you" He signed, forgetting for a second that the guy probably did not understand a thing he was doing. Removing the fruit from his mouth, he dropped down from where he was sat. "I am sorry. I can not speak." He finished his statement by pointing to his throat, where a faint scar could be seen. Moving forward, he approached him, stopping a metre away from him. The guy truly was something he had never thought that he would lay eyes on. And then the smell hit him! The smell of an average teenage boy's bedroom would probably be the best way to describe it, altough strangely enough, Joey had actually expected it. Judging by his general attitude and the way he seemed to stuffed him face anyway.

The young hero caught the song of laughter echoing through the mountain's halls. He contemplated leaving the kitchen and its alien inhabitant but really his manners he decided to stay. Afterall, this guy would probably be watching his back out in the field, so it was only a matter of common decency that he should get to know him.

"I am Jericho." He continued once more. "Who may you be?" Joey shot his hand forward, ready to shake that of his new peer.

Though the top teen would never admit it he was honestly confused for a few moments at what the earthling was doing with his hands. "Why don't you just spit it out-" Slobo nearly slapped himself in the head for not realizing it sooner. This earthling really couldn't talk, and Slobo thought he was going to be the one that had it tough on the team. He had to rack his brain for a moment, his sign language was pretty rusty and his English sign language even more so. He managed to pick up that the kid was sorry about something, his name was apparently Jericho, that he was stating the obvious that he couldn't talk, and that he wanted to know who Slobo was. The alien teen swallowed the chunk of chicken he had been chewing before clearing his throat. "Who I am kid is the top fraggin' teen himself! The strongest, toughest, most ass kickingest bounty hunter in the universe!" He said, though it may have sounded a bit less impressive given that he was currently holding a Mr. Pib in his hand. He looked Jericho over for a moment, sizing him up, before continuing. "But you can call me Slobo, for now."