Perspective was such an amusing concept. Everything Val had once known had rapidly changed the day he was betrayed by the Golden Dragons, dumped in the Gotham harbor and then reanimated and brought back to life by the very item he had tried to steal. Legend had called it the Starheart, a mysterious green stone that almost seemed to glow with the force of life itself. Now shards of it lay embedded within him, manipulating his body into a mass of plantae. Where once Val could hear, the Starheart now interpreted vibrations around him into the familiar sounds from his days as a human. Once Val had sight, now he was constantly aware of all that was around him, the Starheart providing a focal point for him to call his line of sight. The remainder of his senses were too drastically different and were it not for the Starheart, Val didn't know how he would ever have comprehended everything that had happened to him. 

Perhaps the most amusing thing for Val was his new perception of time. No longer did minutes, seconds or even hours matter to him. Time seemed to be irrelevant as Val would be content to spend his entire summer soaking up the rays of what little sun managed to pierce the smog coated Blüdhaven skies. Eating which was once a join for Val was not even part of his life anymore nor was sleep as Val could essentially wander aimlessly for weeks on end provided his was able to perform photosynthesis and gather nutrients from the ground. That's not to say he spent all his time wandering the city. It wasn't exactly a welcome sight for a man made of bark, vine and leaves to enter a building. 

Standing in the Outsiders' common room, Thorn had arrived days ago and situated himself inside a large pot, morphing into a small tree. Whether his other teammates had realized he was there or not was of no concern to him. Thorn didn't crave adventure or action, he however did want to pay penance for the crimes of his past life. As such, when Fenrir called, Thorn would answer but he wasn't the type to go off galavanting without a lead. Perhaps that's what drew him to the Outsiders in the first place, Fenrir had told him they would taking the fight to the 'supervillains'. No longer would they be a reactive team, someone had finally decided it was time to get proactive. If the GCPD had been more proactive, Val might not be sitting in a pot of soil soaking up sunlight through a dirty window at the moment. From within the trunk of the tree, a faint blinking red light began to emit as the sound of Fenrir's muffled voice reached Thorn's 'ears'. Stepping out of the pot as a tendril of vine extending his communicator from within his trunk, Thorn shifted into a humanoid shape as he acknowledged the message and began to head towards the hanger. His normally soft and leafy body began to slowly develop plates of layered bark while his 'joints' were strengthened by thick twisted vines. Empty wooden eye sockets stared out at the world before Thorn grew bulbous green fruit within them so as not to unnerve his teammates. Whiles his 'eyes' were more or less decoration, Thorn had found that people preferred something akin to eyes to look at than nothing at all. 

Arriving within the hanger, Thorn looked around at the motely crew that had been assembled. While to his understanding, the entire team had not arrived yet but the sample before him was enough to leave a taste in his mouth. There was Warpath, the team's resident 'Super Soldier'. Bitter and resentful, Warpath was very sure of himself but to Thorn it seemed he wasn't used to working as a team, especially now by the way he eyed most of his teammates, his looks of disdain barely hidden beneath the facade he was emitting. But at least Warpath attempted to hide his true feelings unlike Twilight who was downright rude towards most of the team. Unlike the rest of the crew though, Twilight was descended from an actual Leaguer and as much as Thorn hated to admit it, he could see her point of view. This wasn't the Teen Titans, this wasn't the Young Justice, this wasn't even an official Justice League operation. Twilight no doubt felt shafted and pushed aside by those she had looked up to and strived to be her whole life. He also had to agree on her views towards the Stalwart Defender and the Blood Walker, both seemed over eager to throw themselves in harm's way. The Defender was far too laid back for the sensitive tasks the team was tasked with, and the Blood Walker felt like he was hiding something. He had no idea what the man could be hiding, but Thorn had opted to keep an eye on him just in case. Having already been betrayed by those he thought was his team once, Thorn was about to risk it again. Entering the aircraft, Thorn noted that the Poletergeist was already seated, seemingly patiently waiting for the rest of the team to do so in order for the mission to truly begin. Thorn respected that about the Poletergeist and while he may not have been the most social person it was better than opening your mouth to look like a fool. 

Then there was Belle, the team's youngest member. Thorn couldn't help but feel protective towards her, but he also didn't agree with her being her. Thankfully her abilities allowed her to hold her own among the team but the others could be downright rude to her at times. Sharp thorns began to protrude from Thorn's back as he saw Adam try to roughly remove Belle from Fenrir. Excusing himself from his seat, Thorn stomped towards Adam, growing in size with each step he took until he towered over the man.

"Leave the child be. Her actions are none of [i]your[/i] concern." The voice was raspy and echoed as Thorn spoke. Gusts of air, vibrating through hollowed crevices and tuned by various leaves. A complicated procedure to create that had taken Thorn months to learn how to speak again upon emerging from the swamp. Numerous vines began to recede back within Thorn's body as he shrunk back down to a size that would actually fit within the aircraft and he extended a 'hand' towards Belle. 

"Come with us, lets find a nice window seat so we can at least enjoy the view while we fly." Thorn said, only now remembering his own fear of flying. Hopefully Belle's 'can do' attitude would rub off on him for the next couple hours.