#b04superboy

"Recognized. Red Arrow - B06," echoed through Mount Justice as Roy stepped out of the zeta-tube. He had been pestered nonstop by multiple team members to drop by, and now that he had a moment to spare he figured he would. There was one problem with this, though.

No one seemed to be around.

He walked through a couple rooms, ducking in to see if anyone was there. No Kaldur. No Robin. No Wally. None of the other Team members. He gave a frustrated sigh, and thought, "Way to go. You actually decide to show up for everyone and no one's around."

He walked back into the entrance room, and Roy's eyes wandered over to the display screen used for mission debriefing, and noticed something in the corner of the screen.

The picture of Speedy was up.

And not him as Speedy, it was the original Roy Harper. Roy gritted his teeth, and punched the table he was standing next to. He was reminded again of why he existed, what he had done. How he wasn't his own person, just a cheap recreation of someone already walking the planet.

It was another day in the kitchen.  After Robin helped her out with baking a while ago, M'gann felt more confident in her abilities now--and hopefully she wouldn't burn anything this time, too.  The oven was still always the tricky part.  Earthlings certainly made things convenient by having a condensed fire device, but it still made the Martian squirm.  After all, it was one of her weaknesses.  Just a touch of fire reminded her of that time they were attacked by Red Tornado's so-called siblings, Red Torpedo and Red Inferno.  Not that she remembered too much of what happened, what, with being unconscious and all, but the strain of the fire and the heat was still unpleasant to remember.