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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Young Justice (Comics), DCU (Comics) Relationships: Impulse/Superboy, Impulse 1000000/Superboy 1000000, Impulse & Superboy
Characters: Impulse, Superboy, Robin, John Fox
Additional Tags: DC comics, DC Comic Event: 1000000, DC Comic Event: One Million, Canon - Comics, Young Justice 1000000, teenagers being teenagers, Impulse and Superboy Irritate Robin, Angst, Question of Personhood, Body Horror, headcanons, Impulse 1000000 is Bart's Dead Scout, A Tumblr Poll Decided Superboy's Name, This Takes Place 800000 Years Post-Young Justice, 853rd Century
Words: 9,890 Chapters: 3/3
Summary
Over 800,000 years after Young Justice was formed by Kon, Bart and Tim - teens in their effigies piece together bits of physical history as the new Young Justice operating on Pluto. Everything seemed so simple to all three until Impulse begins to have unexplained memories of the past that threaten to challenge everything they thought they knew about him.
Excerpt
The space in Superboy’s mind was warm to Impulse. As a construct of the Speed Force, and a being that was never made of all that messy biological meat-stuff, engaging with the physical world was… an experience. Typically, Impulse didn’t ‘feel’ anything other than the unique vibrational hum of the universe and everything within it. But in Superboy’s mind he felt warm. Anyone else’s head just felt like a head, lukewarm at best and gooey as tiny synapses crackled around him like static. Not Superboy’s. So long as he was in his head he felt as though he was wrapped up in blankets which was an odd thing for him to compare it to, because he couldn’t really remember ever being bundled in anything. At least he thought he didn’t. He guessed Superboy’s mind just had that effect on him. “Impulse! I know you’re in there. Get! Out!” the Superboy in question grumbled in mid-meeting with Robin. “Meep!” Impulse squeaked as he exited his head. When he left he materialized like heatless fire caught in a sunbeam. “Sorry!” “Man, why do ya gotta keep doin’ that! Knock it off!” Superboy rubbed his head in irritation and Impulse felt guilt scrape throughout him. He didn’t want to hurt Superboy, he just wanted to feel warm.
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