Sorry if I confused you with the way the wording on the last of Conner's reply was but yes conner did say it. He is a clone and yes he is Kryptonian but it just sounded cool in my head.

I don't own young justice.

It's been three weeks since Ro… since he died. No one can say his name without feeling guilty, so we don't. It's horrible around here now. No one laughs it's like a graveyard. But maybe that's where we would like to be. Sometimes I spend the night at his grave, it's so lonely. But not like here.

The ground is colder than I would have thought it could be, but then again everything's different. My whole perception of the world has changed. My senses heightened my reflexes faster. It was past midnight when I heard it, the footsteps of someone I didn't know. I didn't care, until they got closer. It was a girl, just a little older than me. She wore a light purple shirt, and faded jeans. Shivering she gripped her arms and attempted to warm herself. Her red hair was kept in a ponytail at the base of her neck and her warm brown eyes were filled with sadness. Suddenly she saw me and jumped. I didn't move. She started to cry and I just watched, I didn't know what to do. Finally she stopped, and ran away.

That was two days after the funeral and the ground had still been freshly dug. I didn't find out who she was, I didn't want to know. Batman hasn't given us any missions, but I think that's because he doesn't want to be a hero anymore. I don't think any of us do. Wally stopped eating as much; he only eats enough to keep himself alive. No powers, he stopped running. I don't think he's left his room but a few times. I don't care if Superman wants to keep me or not. I know I shouldn't feel this way… I was made to be a weapon, but it doesn't matter. I feel. I hate it. I hate it so much, why did he have to die?

Superman called us for a meeting, and slowly to the team trudged to the common area. Wally had dark circles under his eyes and he was shaking, not vibrating just shaking, probably from exhaustion. I don't think he has slept since he saw… that. I see it when I close my eyes, every time I try to fall asleep I see him. M'gann wasn't floating, and he attire hadn't changed. The red x was gone though; instead it was just a white shirt and blue skirt. Her head hung low and she stumbled walking to through the door. Her cape was gone as well; it was too much like his, only blue. Kaldur seemed like he was too lost in his own thoughts to really know what was going on. His buzzed platinum hair had grown a little and his silver eyes had glazed over. His eel tattoos seemed dull and lifeless as if it thrived of something that no longer existed.

Superman was there… and so was another girl. She had blonde hair and big brown eyes, half hidden by thick blonde lashes. She was slim with a dancer's body. Wearing a light blue shirt and jeans that showed off her physique she seemed like a tramp. I instantly hated her when I realized why she was here.

"You need five people, Artemis is a skilled bowman. You need her." Superman's voice was calm.

Wally exploded," no we don't! What we need is Robin back!" tears slipped past his eyes and he ran out of the room at super speed.

For once I agreed with him. The rest of the team agreed as well. Grumbling we walked away not talking to the Robin replacement. Sitting on the bed I looked at the mask next to my pillow. The blood was still prominent but it had faded and become a nasty red brown. I knew what I wanted… and I knew how to get it.

It wasn't very hard to find them really. After all they created me, it wasn't hard to go back to my birthplace. They had rebuilt it after we destroyed it. It was almost the same and I knew they could help. I knew all their experiments, I knew all they could do and would do to get me back. I went back home… to Cadmus. To get our little bird back.

I know its short sorry.