[ kol decides to take klaus out to the baseball batting cages that were once his kingdom. kol hadn't liked the idea of going to denver to spy on the most boring kid known to mankind, but these cages, with these fine, well-made bats, made it worth his while. it's a few decades after the doppelganger fiasco, something kol likes to linger on repeatedly whenever in his half-brother's presence. they've all managed to survive it, save finn and his stupidity, while the gilbert girl rots in her little one-pony town with a few scars he made sure would never heal. breaking damon into a pulp being one of them, of course.

he knows his brother has residual anger over the whole debacle. he lost, technically, but kol sees it as a win; he's forever in his little brother's presence, what with all the daggers klaus liked to put in his back having been burned thanks to the bennett witch. he always knew she had a thing for him. but he takes him to the batting cages - by talking non-stop in his ear until he caved - to release his anger and get over his little sensitive issues.

he has a bat, one that feels like home in his hands, and he holds a safety helmet for his brother. klaus might be the original hybrid, and kol might hold his title of an original with his other siblings, but no one can take away his well-earnt title of the original batsman.

stepping into a cage, he holds the helmet out for klaus to take. ] Now, when the ball comes at you, you swing. [ he does a little swing with his bat, something very uncharacteristic for a guy who enjoys beating the shit out of things. ] It helps to imagine one of the Salvatores' heads. But that's my personal preference.