WITH KYLER, STAR CITY:

Kyler glared through the glass at Cheshire, taking the phone off the hook and pressing it to her ear. Cheshire smiled, in an incredibly fake sweet way and slid her phone to her ear.

"Good morning Speedy dear. Thank you for dropping by." She said sweetly. "I have to admit, I was getting lonely in here. Your father hasn't visited me once. I feel a bit abandoned."

"Cut the crap Cheshire." Kyler barked. The guard would have never let Kyler Harper in here, but they had let in Speedy. The familiar rub of red Kevlar and leather against her skin made her feel professional, calm. The ball was in her court. "I'm here for information. Namely the info you got on my team. And even more specific, who you got it from."

Cheshire chuckled, "Well Speedy, since you asked so nicely, piss off."

"Cheshire, you were sentenced to ten years, I can get you a deal for only three." Kyler offered. "I just need a name."

Cheshire smirked, "Look kid, you might be one of the best marksmen in the world, but I don't think you know how info suppliers work, they don't give you their real name."

"Then tell me the fake one he gave you." Kyler ordered. "If he's used that name multiple times I might pick up a pattern."

Cheshire paused, "Only three years?"

"You'd go from ten to three with just one name Cheshire." Kyler said, "And remember, I'll know if you're lying."

Cheshire paused, then shook her head, smiling sadly, "You're just like your father-"

"I get that a lot." Kyler waved off, "Name."

"Jeremy Allen Yutan." Cheshire said.

"That is the fakest name I have ever heard." Kyler deadpanned.

"I know." Cheshire laughed, "Good luck finding him kid."

"One more questions, you answer this one, I'll fight the judge tooth and nail to get one more year knocked off." Kyler promised. "Where did he get his info from?"

Cheshire shrugged. "I honestly don't know." She paused, as if unsure about how to put what she wanted to say, "Kid, if I was you, I'd ask myself this: Do I really know my team?"

"I trust them with my life." Kyler said firmly.

"You trust Justin with your life." Cheshire said, "And Conan. But what about that shy little necromancer? What do you really know about her? And that boy? Don't you lot call him Kerosene? Can you trust him with your life, Speedy?"

"My answer remains the same." Kyler said.

"Where you goin kid?" Cheshire asked.

"Team meeting." Kyler answered, standing up and setting the phone down.

Cheshire would only be in for two years.

WITH CONAN, AT DR:

I smiled, walking into DR for the first time in months. First day back on the job, after training for so long… I was so ready to jump back in. I wasn't going to just be the token kryptonian anymore, not just the raw muscle.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing Kyler at the counter, stuffing nachos into her mouth. She was so different! Her light brownish-orange hair was gone replaced by a dark chocolate brown, and she had grown it out. It was curly, falling to her shoulders easily, cut into a cute bob. "Hey!" I called happily.

She looked up, and her eyes went wide, "Conan!?"

"Who'd you think?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Not a Star Child wanna-be that's for sure." Justin snorted, walking in as well. "Nice you finally showed up, Kyler's already claimed the nacho bowl. I saved you ice-cream though."

My eyes widened at the sight of Justin, "Oh my God… did Bruce kill you?"

She laughed, lifting her hand up to her lips, fiddling with one of her lip rings. Two tight hoops on her lower lip, snake bite lip rings. And her hair! She used to wear it down, whatever it looked like in the morning was what she walked around all day with. But now… it was pulled up with gel, into a mohawk.

The sides weren't cut drastically, if she washed the gel out, her hair would probably look exactly like it did before I left. She had never worn jewelry before, but now she had a leather bracelet clamped around her right wrist, metal studs and spikes jabbed into it.

Despite her new accessory and hair style, nothing else changed much. No make up, no skirt, no girly sparkly shirt, or stilettos. It wasn't the apocalypse. Yet.

"You're gonna have to close your mouth eventually." Justin said, smirking.

"… Sorry." I mumbled, "Just, surprised. Uh, not that I'm not happy to see you guys but, where's-"

"Snow's in her room, she said she'd be down in a few minutes, but that was half an hour ago." Justin said, shrugging.

"And, everyone else?" I asked.

"Raphael's playing grand theft auto with Michael and Gabriel, Mary is watching, and hogging all the pretzels." Kyler said, smiling. "Brace yourself for Raphael. If you think Justin changed, wait till you get an eyeful of him."

My eyes widened, and I walked to the kitchen door, looking into the living room, seeing Raphael sprawled on the floor. He hadn't gotten one hair cut since I left. His once shaggy skate boy hair had grown out several inches, just making him look more like a beach bum than a skater boy. But that's not what's knew, he's got a big bright red streak in his bangs, it looks pretty cool.

I raise my eyebrows, "Wow."

Justin snorted, "Yeah, he got that dye job last month. He's just been living here alone with Snow for the past few months, I still see him at school, but that's about it."

I smiled, "I'll be right back, gonna go check on Snow."

"Great." Kyler said, liking cheese off her thumb, "Then we can actually start the party."

I fly up the stairs to Snow's room, pushing the door open to see her standing at the edge of her bad, looking that same as always. "Good to see someone hasn't changed."

She looked up at me, a smile spreading across her face, grabbing me into a hug, "Conan! I missed you so much!"

I smiled, pulling back from her. "Missed you too. Now why are you taking so long?"

She sighed, gesturing to her bed, "I have nothing to wear."

"Snow, congratulations, you're a real girl now!" I said happily. "Now, let's see what we got here."

I looked over her bed, littered with outfits. They were all the same, a pair of loose fitting pants, and a shirt that resembled the top half of a Japanese kimono. That's what Snow usually wore, and until now I realize, that's all she had.

I sighed, "Wait here Snow, I think I left some extra clothes in my room."

Snow nodded, "Yeah, you always look nice."

I looked down at my clothes, a dark purple shirt with a black peace sign on it, and a black frilly skirt with dark tie dyed leggings. "Thanks."

I flew to my old room, grabbing some clothed quickly before zipping back to Snow, "Alright, try these on."

She pulled them on quickly, then looked in a tall mirror she had gotten for her room. A baby blue shirt with a white heart on the sleeve and white wings embroidered on the back. A pair of normal straight leg jeans, no holes in the knees.

"Thanks Conan." Snow said, smiling.

"No problem, now come one, before Justin changed her mind about saving me ice-cream."

Snow nodded, "Alright. By any chance do you think-"

"Snow, I'm sure they made chilidogs, but I'm not so sure if Justin's gonna save you any." I chuckled.

"Well let's go then!" Snow demanded, rushing down the stairs.

Everyone else had already started eating, but Snow managed to get a chilidog. Despite that Justin had already eaten three of them.

WITH JUSTIN:

As soon as everyone was digging into their ice cream, I pulled Kyler aside, "She give us anything?"

"A name, the guy used a fake one, but it's still useful."

I nodded, "We'll look into it. You search for the name throughout Star city, I'll do the same in Gotham."

"Uh, Justin?" Raphael asked, walking up to us.

"Talk to you later Kyler." I said, "What's up Hot Shot?"

Raphael cleared his throat, "Um, look, this is a big day for all of us, finally back together again, you know? And I couldn't really think of a better time to ask you… would you… um, ya see, there's this concert in town, and I won two tickets off the radio, and I really think you'd like the band, so maybe if you're free tonight, we could go… maybe?"

I paused, a few hundred questions running through my mind, "You mean, as friends?"

"No!" Raphael said quickly, "I mean, uh, like… as… maybe a date?"

I raised an eyebrow, "So, seven months after you work up the nerve to kiss me, you manage to work up the nerve to ask me out on a date?"

"…Is that a yes?"

"That's a 'convince me why I should' and maybe I'll say yes." I said, crossing my arms.

"Uh, because I like you? A lot… and if you don't I'll pester you until you do?"

I rolled my eyes, "Alright kid, you get your date, but I'm not wearing a dress, or heels."

"No problem!" Raphael said, a huge grin spreading across his face. "It's a heavy metal concert, so get ready for a mosh pit!"

"Hey, what band is playing?"

"Oh, it's this older band that's getting together for a reunion, it's called Bullet For My Valentine."