A beautiful day. Mostly sunny a few clouds. Completely serene. The world was at peace. Except at Mt. Justice. The Young Justice team and a few members of the Justice League were there. Tears were in a few of their eyes. An alter up front with two pictures. One of Wallace West. Another of Kid Flash. It was summer. The media did not know yet. Of either of there deaths. And Robin was the only one who saw what happened.

Simple mission. Go in. Take out the villain. But one fault. One design fault. One mistake on the villain's part cost his friend his life. One minute Wally was standing in front of him, the next minute, gone. He put it as vaporized. Wally vaporized. Robin was lucky to get away with only a broken arm. Tears had stained his face red.

Barry was also red with tears. Robin felt an arm around his shoulder. He was in the back, but someone had probably just shown up. He looked toward the alter. A face leaned in real close to Robin's. He couldn't recognize it though.

"What cha' doin?" asked a masculine voice. Robin was filled with rage that the person who had placed an arm over him had no idea what was going on.

"It's a funeral!" he said a little louder than he would've liked. He looked over to see quite the character. White lab coat. Black pants. Goggles over the eyes, and a mess of fiery red hair. He had an amusing grin on his face. He seemed familiar, but Robin couldn't place him. The stranger cocked an eyebrow.

"Robin. Who clipped your wing?" he asked playfully. Before Robin could say anything, the guy ruffled his hair. Robin jumped. People turned and looked. Everyone eventually turned to look. People kept distance from him. His smile turned into a confused frown. Then into a light grin as Batman and The Flash appeared.

"Brucie! Barry! Good to see you. Well, younger. You two are such killjoys down the road," laughed the person. People stared. He walked up to The Flash.

"Look. I don't know what you're here for but leave," said Kaldur. He was also torn up from the incident. He was a leader. And someone died. But for some strange reason the person looked over to Robin.

"When am I Robby?" he asked. A dead serious face, "I see I'm at the mountain. It looks so young. But it seems well developed. Perhaps it really is too confusing as a person who has lived through many a things and has seen so much."

He rubbed his chin. He looked at the rest of the team. He looked at Superboy.

"Conner! How old are you right now?" he asked quickly.

"One year, three months, two weeks, and four days," he answered slowly. The person rubbed his chin.

"So this is, hypothetically speaking of course, only three days after my accident. Date wise of course," he said more to himself than to anyone. But he was still smiling. Then he got a quizzical look on his face, "So I've met you, and you know about me, but this is the first time seeing me like this, with my vast knowledge, and no one's died yet. God I can't help but have some ambivalence to the whole idea."

No one was really paying attention that they were at a funeral. This kid showing through everyone off. Batman went up to "escort" him away from the funeral, but he moved faster than Batman would've thought. As fast as a speedster.

"That's right. You're as ninja as ever," he said sarcastically, "Is it the training? Or the crazy ass costume of ultimate ninja darkness?"

Batman cocked an eyebrow. This person… he sounded like…

Just then his stomach growled.

"Already? I ate not to… or …did…? Fuck. I hate being the only speedster who can't tell time with their stomach," he moaned, "Uncle Barry? Can I have some of the granola you keep on you?"

"Who…?" he asked.

"Wally duh… would did you think I was? Cleopatra? Wait. No bad example. She really did look similar to me… Oh I know! Attila the Hun! That guy was ugly. Had the worst wart you ever did see, right above his lip, on the left side."

Another story. Little explanation. More will be explained when I update. More likely to update with reviews.