At 15 years old, Damian Wayne had grown to be 5 feet and 5.5 inches tall. He was busy studying in his room, furthering his knowledge of human anatomy for the pure concern of being the best crimefighter he could be. His father was 6'4. His mother was 5'11. Perhaps Ra's al Ghul had programmed something in his DNA to be effectively small as a youth and his growth spurt would activate once he was an adult. But still, TT.

Damian sat in the library, facing a bust of his other grandfather, Thomas Wayne. Alfred said that the elite of Gotham all tried to appeal to the lone heir of the Wayne fortune. Commissioned portraits and marble busts did nothing much for a reserved doctor like Thomas. However, he was a man of enough good humor to keep the bust in his private study and have it stare back at him. Damian looked to the mustachioed visage of Gotham's favorite son, when a knock on the enormous windows disturbed him.

"Hey it's me," Jon Kent said. "Let me in."

Damian begrudgingly opened the window pane. Superboy. He was 12 years old, but already 5'6 and still growing. It was 8 o'clock at night and he was dressed in his typical jeans and zip-up Superman jacket.

"What are you doing here?" Damian said.

"Wait, don't close the window." Jon leaned out and whispered down. "Lara. You ready?"

Damian watched as Jon's 7 year old sister jumped up from the ground level up to the second floor in a single bound. Jon caught her and brought her in.

"Hi, D.W." she said.

"TT."

Lara Layne Kent was the younger child of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Little Lara had her hair in a ponytail and was missing a tooth. She wore shorts and a white hoodie.

"Your dad's on the Justice League mission too right?" Jon asked. "Are you home alone?"

"He is. I am. Why?"

"Secret mission!" Lara cheered.

Jon grinned. "We were watching the stars with our supervision and saw something fall from space over Maryland."

"So?" Damian said.

"So we gotta check it out," Jon replied. "How many times have we talked about being our own team? Taking responsibility. Showing the grownups what we can do."

"You're still not a teen and neither is she."

"What are you scared?" Lara asked.

Damian stared down the little girl. "Of you?"

"There could be a monster down there," she teased.

Jon joined in. "Come on! You said we should form our own Teen Titans one day because everyone else is getting older."

"You're not a teen and neither is she." Damian folded his arms.

"Well, I'm gonna fly there anyway so I just wanted to let you know."

The Kent kids were headed for the window when Damian sighed. "Fine. I'll get my stuff." He changed into his Robin costume and packed his weapon. "Alfred's at the opera and my sister is with Selina. I'll lock up but I have to be back by midnight."

Lara frowned as they boarded the Flying Fox jet. She had wanted to see baby Mattie before they left. Helena Martha Wayne was the one year old daughter of the Bat and the Cat. Her first name was a coincidence, something Selina liked once she heard it, totally separate from the Ms. Bertinelli in their social circle. An awkward situation when a friend of a friend already has that name. Plus is matched the Satanic theme of Damian.

The jet took off south towards Maryland, where Damian had pinpointed the fallen object had landed. The flight was a little less than an hour. Lara looked out the window, marveling at the scenery while Jon and Damian stood beside each other.

"I hope you know this isn't all fun and games," Damian told him.

"You don't have to worry so much," Jon replied. "We can handle anything, right? We're the Super Sons!"

The Flying Fox landed in the woods in rural, Western Maryland. Their noisy arrival brought two familiar faces to the site, waiting while the jet door opened. Edward Hunter Trevor-Prince and Alexandria Antiope Trevor-Prince were the ten year old twins of Steve and Diana. Ed sported sandy blonde hair and a sharp, toothy grin. Alex was a dark haired, dark featured girl from Honduras. Wonder Woman was averse to the idea of her child being raised alone, as she was. She combined this fear with the idea she always had to adopt children orphaned in the most violent places on Earth. She would take every child on Earth in if she could, but against the logistical impossibility, she decided to adopt a girl born on the exact same day as her son.

"What're you guys doing here?" Edward asked.

"Responding to the same anomaly as you presumably," Damian said. The Trevor-Prince family lived near Washington D.C. as their parents worked with the US government.

Lara jumped into Alex's arms.

"Hey girl," Alex said. "Isn't it passed your bedtime?"

"Ya think there could be another Kryptonian in there?"

Alex smiled. "Let's find out."

The group walked through the trees to the crash site. All was quiet under the moonlight when Jon suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's up?" Edward asked.

"Someone's here with us," Damian said.

"Wait what? How do you know? You don't even have powers. Did you hear something, Alex?"

"Broke a twig. Careless. Light of weight. Human." Damian pulled out a batarang and turned to the right. "Come out slowly with your hands up."

From the darkness emerged a young girl. About 14 or 15 to young Robin's visual analysis. She had long blonde hair and wore baggy hiking clothes.

"You guys here about the crash landing too?"

And at that moment, a sound screeched out from beyond the tress. The crash site. The team stepped forward.

"Stay behind, but stay close," Damian told the girl.

The group of six marched ahead into a clearing where a large crater has leveled the tree. They approached the edge carefully, Robin and Superboy at the lead. Down below was most certainly a Kryptonian rocket. Smoke poured out of it and slowly the door opened.