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Around, around his fingers made a round with one and another while the time began to slip away just like the rest of the team’s attention. The flickering cobalt eyes stalk attentively onto awakening screen; stopping the circumnavigation between his fingers, he began gyratory his broad shoulders at the same time his ears twitch to every snap and crack. Each fracture of the stress bound bones just reminded him about the intensity of this hero concierto he was in. However whenever he slip up and glance from the corners of his eyes, his irises would flare in frustration.

“The object….” Aqualad was explaining in grand detail of their plan but he was too distracted with his own thoughts.

Crossing his arms crossed over his large torso as his eyes averted forward, Superboy could not help but to internally hammer the “Power Lad” with pounds upon pounds of repulsion. This kid claim his origins to be from what he say to be “Earth-2,” He stood as if he was hipshot while his sapphire-gloved arms traverse over his bare, protruding chest with a smug perking at the corners of his lips revealing his pearly whites.

Cocky, this guy is defiantly cocky and yet in some strange twist of fate, this boy swaggering in just a stance alone is somehow a parallel to him: Superboy. The taste of denial was still lingering across his tongue but Superboy held it in, for all he knew he could slip up and releases all the invective demons onto the Power Lad. However, Power Lad paid no attention to his counter-part. Instead he was lock onto the screen as his eyes skim though paragraphs after paragraphs of information.

“Kid Flash just informed me on the location.” Aqualad announced, and already, Power Lad was quick into action.

With haste, Aqualad filled everyone with his o her roles and promptly the team went into action. No words were exchange, except for few nods here and there until Miss. Martian broke the silence.

“Power Lad, you’re not coming into the bio-ship?” She queried in mid step into her red and black ship.

“Nah thanks though Miss. M. I appreciate the offer.” His smile radiates sincerity and as soon as the hanger open, he flew out with the bio-ship to follow.

The ride there had a noticeable silence among the teens as they sat awkwardly, staring into their own screens. Trying to preoccupied their time but mostly to ignore Superboy’s clear pissy attitude. One hand Robin just wrote it off as another “Supey Moment” and spent his time getting information on “Vash Lexington.” On other hand, Miss. Martian was más concerned for what caused the Super’s scowl, then again. With contemplating being done, Miss. Martian was starting to piece everything together and each piece began to fit with another and then another and another until a picture was formed. An image that painted not so long hace and in fact, one of the modelos was still with them. He was flying, no, soaring alongside the ship without the slightest care dancing off the fine lines of his face.

Power Lad, he was the issue. Although, Miss. Martian had to subdue herself into más pondering: Why Power Lad? What ever did he do? Other than an overly friendly grin and contagious laugh, what irked Superboy so much to the point of soundless enragement? He was the Hulk in a silent film. She kept going back, back to where Power Lad introduces himself.

“This is Power Lad from Earth-2, he came to retrieve the prism as well as explore this world.” Miss. Martian was wrong; Power Lad did not introduce himself superman did in his glorious baritone voice, their el espacio was kept but held a rather close distance between one and another. “I hope tu all can get along, now, if tu would excuse me.”

That mus—

“Miss. Martian, we’re here.” Robin interrupted her train of thought.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled out, a ritual she started since her first mission. It was to ease all the muscle throughout her slender body but most of all, to clear her mind of doubts. “Camouflage engaged. “

On the red belly of the ship, three holes were punched. Swiftly, the team drops downward in a different fashion. Boots slammed against the Earth’s surface, making an echoing thud. Of course when he glance to the side, he saw him hovered onto the floor. The sapphire boots barely cracking a twig. He was alone, and Superboy sought out it was the perfect time to confront him. Hastily, Superboy approached Power Lad. Examining the school building, Power Lad was just waiting for a chirp from a bird. However, another call was given.

“Power Lad,” he gruff as his feet stomped against the ground.

“Huh, oh, Superboy! What’s up?”

What’s up was Power Lad when Superboy pulled him por the collar up into the air, glaring at him with his cerulean irises. Yet, Power Lad kept his composure, ignoring the friction Superboy’s knuckles was creating against his skin.

“I don’t trust you.” I am envious of you. “Why couldn’t tu introduce yourself, instead of getting superman to do it for you? What are tu hiding, Power Lad?”

Without a doubt, Superboy was putting a grand performance with that natural scowl ripping across his intermediating face. Still, Powerlad was expression was as chaste as ice. That just made the Super’s anger rise; he tried to kick up his feet to get a better grip onto the golden rope as well as the red cape but Superboy kick nothing but air. por the time he notices, both of them were hovering a good 3 feet up into the air. Not big but surely to make a thump in landing.

“Superboy, from clone to clone, I understand the fact tu want the approval of your donor but to…” Power Lad confidently rambled on.

The Super continued to listen to the Power’s words, learning just how different the two really are. Despite the fact they had the same origins (as well as face), Power Lad had something Superboy didn’t and that was self-confidence yet Power Lad lack self-awareness unlike Superboy. Such as, he did notice his eyes were beginning to flare in red as it was slowly burning Superboy’s sights.

Suddenly, Superboy sucker punched in his jaw in the means of averting the lazars from vaporizing his face. Quickly, the pair fell and their bodies slammed against the ground. Power Lad shields his eyes with his palms as he staggered onto his feet however his foot was caught onto a branch resulting hands to slip. A scarlet trail was paved from the ground to the bushes to the treetops and finally into the skies.

With misfortune came a prize, emerging from the bushes came a yelp and pop goes a rainbow. He twirled about, hopping on one foot while he gripped onto his burning ankles ignoring the smoke resonating from corner to corner of his small frame.

“Vash.” Superboy called out.

Vash jerked his head to the Super then to the Power, whom got his heat vision under control.

“Robin and Miss. Martian, Superboy and I located the target.”

Soon, the target went for a run with Power Lad and Superboy hot on his tail. It still appalled him, having to work with his counter-part. Who was supposedly the exact Superboy, yet he was capable of much more: Flight, heat vision and now speed, what else is he able to do. Who exactly is this Power Lad?