Disclaimer: I do not own Legion.
With how screwy the site's been acting I had to post this on DA first. A little "Legion of 3 Worlds", when I came up with the idea of the third Lightning Lad freaking out when he would learn what the "Lightning Lad Tradition" is. The reason he's called "Threeboot" is because that's usually what people call the third reboot of the Legion.
New Earth, 3008.
The Legion of Super-Heroes has had to call in two other Legions from two parallel Earths, to deal with the threat of Superboy-Prime and the Legion of Super-Villains. With these alternate Legions come alternate Legionnaires, such as the case with Lightning Lad.
The first, from this Earth, is the oldest Garth Ranzz. The third, whose Earth classification is still unknown, is currently the elected leader of his Legion. And the second, Live Wire, who has returned from limbo with the rest of his Legion, has just gotten his old body back. If you couldn't tell them apart by their age, you could tell them apart by their hair color. The oldest Garth had auburn hair. Live Wire's was definetly red. And the third's bordered on blonde. Currently, the third Lightning Lad pointed something odd out.
"So, uh, I couldn't help but notice you're missing an arm." The third Lightning Lad says to Live Wire.
"Huh? Oh! I didn't even notice I still have this thing." Live Wire said, a bit surprised he didn't notice his robot arm earlier.
"The one I had was a lot better." The first, older, married Lightning Lad says a bit smugly.
"You lost an arm too?" Live Wire asks his older, married counterpart.
"Yep."
"Whoa. You two BOTH lost an arm?" The third one says, surprised and shocked.
"Looks that way." Live Wire says.
"How?"
"Space whale." Lightning Lad explains. "You?"
"Mekt." Live Wire says.
"Figures." The older Garth mumbled under his breath.
"How'd yours grow back?" Live Wire asks.
"Some doctor I saved a while back from Prince Evillo was so grateful he grew it back for me." Garth offhandidly replies.
"Cool." Live Wire says.
"Another thing. Why were you in Element Lad's body?" Threeboot asks.
"Oh, that." Live Wire said. "I died." He explains.
"What?!" Threeboot exclaims.
"No way. So did I!" The older Garth says.
"Really? How?" Live Wire asks.
"Zaryan the Conqueror. You?" Lightning Lad asks again.
"Element Lad went nuts."
"Sorry 'bout that." The oldest says sympathetically.
"How'd you come back?" Live Wire asks.
"Some bizarre ritual with lightning rods, and Imra's pet Proty gave up his life for me." Garth says.
"You're lucky. You could've come back with Proty's mind instead of yours." Live Wire points out.
"God forbid."
"I am beginning to see a pattern and I really, REALLY, don't like where it's going." Threeboot Garth worries.
"Yeah. I see one too." Live Wire points out.
"And from the looks of it..." Lightning Lad trails off. He and Live Wire both eye Threeboot Garth with cheshire cat grins forming on their lips. Threeboot Garth worries even more as the other two sling their arms over his shoulders.
"Hey don't worry. We'll be sure to get you a really cool robot arm like mine." Live Wire tells him.
"I don't want a robot arm!" Threeboot yells.
"Doesn't look like you have a choice there, buddy." Garth tells him.
"Just because it happened to you two doesn't mean it'll happen to me, right? Right?!"
"Maybe." Live Wire says.
"What's the problem? We came back." Garth points out.
"I don't care! I don't want to die in the first place!" Threeboot Garth yells.
"Hey. Not up to us." Lightning Lad tells him.
"I want to live! I WANT TO LIVE!" Threeboot runs out of the room screaming. Live Wire looks at his older counterpart, and they both go-
"High five!"