Katty rolled her eyes as she finished changing. Red seemed to have missed her point in the comment about Batman. She'd meant that what applied to the original Batman might not be true of their mentor. He'd seemed to take her calling the original "Old Man" to mean that she thought he was too aged to be able to have the kind of romantic relationship they'd been discussing. Not that the distinction really mattered either way, they had more important things to do.
Katty smirked at the abashed look on Red's face and the scarlet tint to his skin. She'd definitely pegged his age correctly, mid adolescent around sixteen or seventeen. When he suggested someone carry Accel she shook her head but didn't say anything. They'd had several discussions on how to ease the extreme inconvenience that Accel's powers imposed on her mind. Red's had been to have someone carry her while she accelerated them. Katty could see the thought process behind it but had discounted it as an option. The communication would be one way as Accel though travelling and observing at hyper speeds could still only react at that of a normal human. The most promising suggestions had been to have communications with her written down so that she could wait for the message to be finished before reading it and so not have to concentrate extensively on stringing together the slowly forming syllables. The other option was to program her comm link to wait for a message to be finished before relaying it in it's entirely at an extremely sped up rate. The problem with both these options was that they created a delay of several seconds between message and response. Not bad in a casual setting but potentially dangerous in a combat scenario.
As they ascended into the arcade and the street level of Gotham a question was posed that Katty had been expecting, that of transportation. Though Batman had both the flight capable Batmobile as well as thrusters in his suit for mobility he'd provided no means of transport for the Titans. Katty thought she knew why. They were still as far as Batman was concerned in training. He never meant for them to be deployed without his supervision. Like that was going to stop them. Katty was about to voice her solution when G-Man proposed his own. She could gather his plan from his remark.
"Or we could try an option that doesn't leave us smeared over the concrete." Katty didn't like or trust G-Man and she was not about to put her life in his hands. He'd made no attempt to conceal his identity and like the rest of her teammates Katty had looked into him. What she found neither impressed her nor inspired any confidence. He was a high school student who until Robin recruited him had used his powers to cheat at sports. From all she could gather he'd joined the Titans for some thrills that his athletic career no longer sated.
"Come on," she said motioning for the rest to follow her. She scanned the street looking for a vehicle that fit specific parameters. They were in the Historical District so options were not extensive but after several seconds she saw something that fit her criteria. A car from the early twenty twenties. It was old but the make and model were the sort designed to last forever rather than look good or be flashy. The parts were outdated enough that no one would actually want to steal it which explained why it was still there. As she walked towards it Katty pulled out her phone, an old model by any standards but still serviceable. She dialed the number for the non emergency police tip line in the fifth borough.
After one ring a very tired male voice picked up,
"GCPD tip line, how can I help you?".
As she responded Katty pushed her hand through the window of the car's driver side door pulled the lock open.
"Hello," she said in a business like voice that was a far cry from her usual sardonic tones.
"I'd like to report a crime." "What is the nature of the crime ma'am?" the man said in the same bored tone.
"I'm at the Gotham Harbor near the mouth of the West River, there's a number of drunk teenagers who look like they're joyriding in an old car.""Can you see the license plate number?"Katty glanced at the plate number of the car she was in the process of stealing.
"Yes, it's FBR 1449.""Thank you ma'am, we will act on this information at the earliest opportunity. Have a nice day."Katty rolled her eyes.
"If it's not a homicide or a super villain the cops almost don't care anymore." She looked at the rest of the team.
"Get in, I'll leave it near the Harbor a distance from the action, the cops will get around to acting on that tip in about twenty four hours at which time the vehicle will be returned to it's owner. No harm, no foul."Katty got into the car and stuck her hand into the circuitry beneath the steering wheel. She positioned her pointer and middle fingers in just the right spot before causing her quantum frequency to fluctuate ever so slightly. There was a spark and the engine roared to life. Katty held her fingers there a second longer to ensure that the engine would stay active before she pulled them out. She'd used her own flesh to bridge the ignition circuit. It hurt like hell but it was effective, especially on older models. After all, intangible girls weren't high on the manufacturer's list of anti theft concerns.
They could be at the Harbor in about five minutes, the Gotham highways were so numerous and efficient that you could get almost anywhere in the city within an hour and they only had to go about fifteen city blocks.