Missing in Action (or) What Was Forgotten

The Team and the League had been searching for Superboy for about a week now. They had raided every super villain hideout they knew of, and even some they didn't, but they couldn't find anything. They'd tracked every camera in the world, and they were constantly on surveillance for both Superboy and his kidnapper. The girl, who kidnapped him, as they guessed she was around his age, was obviously an expert. She had left no traces of her existence in the tent, except for the large dent in the metal machine, which they assumed she'd used to sedate Superboy with. Which, in turn, lead them to believe she possessed super-strength, making her even more dangerous. How many other Leaguers or Team members would she capture? What was she doing to Superboy right now? Both questions everyone was asking in such a dark time.

"Hahaha! Go faster!" Lynx laughed.
Superboy grinned. "You want to go faster? Alright!" he yelled back. He sped up his pace until he was sprinting through the forest, making his passenger cling to his shoulders with her hands and legs and laugh harder. His long-lost friend was sitting on his shoulders, legs dangling on either side of his head, her hands gripping onto the neck of his shirt for dear life.
"Is that all you got?" she shouted over the wind.
"Not even close!"
They sped up even more, her laughing like a maniac and him with a smile on his face that was alien to his former personality. The two were very happy in each other's company, especially since Superboy's ever-present anger had been calmed and diminished. The knowledge that his best friend was alive felt better than punching someone in the face! Incredible. (that's how Superboy thinks, yes! XD) Lynx seemed just as happy about it, considering she hadn't really properly seen him in almost a year. They were at that moment racing through a forest in Michigan, allowing they to have a good time in the state Lynx loved so much. She'd kept him cooped up in that concrete shack he' woken up in for the first six days, making sure he remembered everything and helping him to recall things he couldn't. They'd found it very easy to be friends again, and had been closer for their time apart. Lynx told him everything, and he listened. He told her things all the time too; missions, how his teammates annoyed and baited him (*cough, cough, * Wally! *ahem! *), and how he had mixed feelings about the whole Superman's-your-Dad issue. She had insisted, 'If he can't see how much he's missing by rejecting you, he's not worth your time.'
"Alright, hold on, I'm gonna jump!" Superboy hollered over the rushing wind. Lynx laughed and gripped tighter, winding her tail tightly around his arm for good measure. He smirked and bunched up his thick muscles. He slowed his pace for just long enough to launch himself into the air. Lynx let out an exhilarated and terrified cry of "Oh my God!" as they flew through the air.
They finally landed several hundred yards away. Lynx was gripping her friend tightly, eyes wide, tail fluffed up and digging her claws into the clone's shoulders. He winced at the sharp nails digging into his shoulders. "Ow, okay, Lynx? No claws, please," he requested.
"Oh God! Sorry!" she apologized quickly. She retracted her claws and inspected the wound. "Oh my kittens, Superboy, you're bleeding!"
"It's a few scratches, I'm not going to drop dead," he assured. "Let that be a lesson to not do that again, please."
She chuckled nervously and he smiled. "So, you wanted to do something in town?" he switched the topic. She seemed relieved. "Yeah. You ever had ice-cream?"

"I'm serious! I swear it was the most satisfying thing in the world, seeing him just lying on the floor!" Lynx exclaimed. She paused to take a cheerful lick of her strawberry ice cream.
"Covered in whipped cream," Superboy added with a chuckle. He licked a little bit of his chocolate ice cream that had dripped off his fingers.
The two were laughed and joking through the warm streets of Michigan. She was wearing her tail like a fur belt, and she had a denim cap on her head to cover her cat ears. She was dressed in a sleeveless red turtleneck shirt to hide the gills on the sides of her neck, and combat boots to hide her feet. She still got a few weird stares for the scars on her face, but she looked more or less like a normal person. Superboy was just wearing a silver fedora, as Lynx had insisted, and his usual black shirt, only it had been turned inside out to hide the red Superman symbol.
Lynx sobered from her endless fit of laughter at Superboy's comment, to smile at her surroundings softly. "I really love Ann Arbor, ya'know?" she said.
Superboy nodded, smiling as well. "It's a nice place. Quieter than Happy Harbor, at least," he remarked. She looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. Her eyes were bright and amused, a twisted, snarky half-smirk on her heart-shaped face. "Happy Harbor? What kind of a name is that? It sounds so cheesy."
Superboy let out a short bark of laughter. "It is, trust me."
The two walked on in compatible silence. The sun shone down from the sky, kindly refraining from burning Lynx's sensitive-looking vanilla skin. A group of disgustingly pink girls passed, giggling at Superboy's 'cuteness', and asking where Lynx bought her 'gorgeous fur belt.' She and Superboy snickered at that, and she replied it was 'One of a kind', causing them both to go into a fit of more noticeable laughter. The girls gave them weird looks, but the dynamic duo just kept walking, sniggering and whispering to each other about their joint hate for bright colors (Lynx especially hated pink). They walked through the city, throwing away their empty ice cream cones. Unbeknownst to them, they were on camera.

The members of Young Justice stared at the screen in confusion. They'd never seen Superboy so happy before. In fact, none of them had ever seen Superboy happy. And yet, there he was, laughing and smiling and joking around with the girl who kidnapped him. M'Gann insisted (with a hint of jealousy) that he was under mind-control of some sort. Or did the girl kill Superboy and replace him with a much more cheerful clone? Robin insisted that was redundant, considering Superboy was a clone. No matter what the theory was, all five of them were in shock. Who was this girl that could make Superboy smile? It seemed odd that Superboy had turned his shirt inside out, and that he was wearing a hat. Robin guessed that was the girl's idea. She seemed to have unique fashion sense herself. Besides a red turtleneck and black jeans, she also wore combat boots and a denim cap. Nobody failed to notice the fluffy fur belt she was wearing, either.
Just then, she turned her head on camera to smile at Superboy and the Team caught sight of her face. She had a straight nose, and a somewhat sharp face, despite its sweet heart shape. Across either eye was a twisted scar, both stopping just above her jaw line, both faded but noticeable. Superboy smiled back at her, making everyone watching from the room cringe, and the girl suggested something, opening her eyes. Everyone gasped quietly. The girl had purple eyes, which was unusual in itself, but her pupils were purple too! Darker purple, like an eggplant color, and hollow, like rings. Was the girl blind?
And if she was, how on Earth did she kidnap Superboy?

Lynx bit her lip and tapped her hand on the counter. She bobbed her head side to side, listening intently. Superboy glanced over at her and chuckled. Her eyes were closed and she was grinning. He walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. She lifted one side of the set of black headphones attached to her head, giving him a quizzical look. "What are you listening to?" he prompted.
She smiled and pulled the headphones off her head. She slid them around his ears, and his sensitive ears were pleasantly surprised by the quietness of the song. A song he didn't recognize swirled through the thick headphone speakers. It was sounded bright and sort of techno, but lighter. The album was Maybe I'm Dreaming by Owl City. He checked the song. He identified the song as 'Rainbow Veins' by the same artist. He turned to Lynx, about to make a comment, only to find her hand in his face, silencing him.
He peaked around her hand questioningly, only to see a suspicious expression plastered to her face. Her eyes darted around the store, and her ears twitched under the hat. She looked sideways at him and whispered, "Someone's watching us."
Superboy tried to stretch up and look, but Lynx tugged him back down unnoticeably. "Are you crazy?" she hissed through her teeth, a fake smile on her face. She went back to sorting through CDs, as if nothing was wrong. "We can't let them know we've spotted them."
Superboy made a tiny nod; so small only Lynx could have seen it. He turned back to the shelf, faking enjoyment of the situation. Lynx made a casual adjustment of her hat, nothing suspicious. But to Superboy, it meant time to move. He turned around and asked her quietly if she was okay with staying here, and he was going to go back to 'the house'. Lynx agreed, and he moved off. She knew full well whoever was watching them couldn't track two people at once.
She watched the stalker through the curtain of her hair. He was in a jacket and a hat, and he seemed very torn between his two targets. Should he stay and watch the kidnapper? Or should he go and find out where the 'victim' was going? Go after Superboy, she willed the man. As if hearing her, we went after her friend. She smiled triumphantly, although no one was around. "Time for the Kitty Cat to show off," she muttered to herself. She dropped the music album and took off the headphones. Dropping both back on the rack, she turned and walked out of the store.