W.G.a and Beyond rolled out of the way at the last instant to avoid being struck by Superboy. Beyond got up first, he started digging frantically through his duffel searching for a piece of equipment to help them out. "This isn't how I expect to be reunited with my big brother," he muttered. He looked up when he felt a shadow over him. He let out a scream as a fast punch was thrown his way.

"Die Cadmus scum!" Superboy yelled, just as he was tackled to the ground by the girl. The two of them rolled around the meadow tearing up the grass and flowers. Mud was flying all over the place. The two of them started wrestling around before she managed to shove him off her body.

"Stop this please Kr. We don't want to hurt you!" W.G.a shouted. He charged her at super speed and she cartwheeled out of the way. He came at her again, she jumped over him. Again and again they danced, but her super human agility and flexibility worked to her advantage, keeping just out of reach. "Kr please, we're your friends we don't want to hurt you!"

"Lies! I'm not going back to Cadmus! I don't trust anyone from Cadmus!" Superboy shouted, as he kept swinging and punching her with all his might. It was amazing how well she was able to keep up with him. Her strength was near his level as pushed her back until she stumbled over a tree root. She shielded herself as he got ready to hit her when he let out a howl of pain. The little boy had launched a cable restraining Superboy. Superboy growled, snapping the cable as he said, "Let go of me you little freak!"

"Calm down and use your brain Kr! If we were part of a Cadmus Retrieval Unit, we've capture you and brought you back already, not stand here attempting to talk to you! God you're just as thickheaded as your genetic donor!" Beyond yelled leaping onto his back and boxing him in his ear. Superboy kept thrashing back and forth trying to throw the little boy off and actually succeed as Beyond hit the trunk of a tree and slid down with a slight cut on his forehead.

"Beyond! Kr stop this right now! Don't your remember us? We've met before," W.G.a pleaded, as she approached him slowly. She held her hands up showing she had nothing in them. "We've met once before Kr. Two weeks before you escaped from the main facility. You have to remember us, just think hard please. Dubbilex said you would help us if we found you."

Superboy looked at her wild eyed. He clutched his head it was hurting so badly. His palm was itching so badly and he felt like his body was on fire. He didn't know what to make it of it. All he knew is he wanted to attack them, make them go away along with the soreness. All of a sudden he felt himself getting fatigued and weak. He sank to the ground panting. He struggled to find the source of his weakness, and saw the little boy pointing what appeared to be a silver flashlight with buttons on it at him bathing him in red light.

"Beyond what are you doing? You can't use the Red Sun Simulator on him! It's hurting him!"

"I'm supposed to let him keep attacking us then? He doesn't remember us W.G.a and he was trying to kill us! At least this way he'll listen!"

"The genognomes must have suppressed the memories of our time together. Give him a chance to recall us. Please, put that away I promise he won't attack us he just needs a refresher."

Beyond was hesitant to let him up and the RSS was only on setting one. "Fine, but you better have a plan to remember us," he said turning off the RSS. He watched as Superboy got to his feet shakily. He was taking shaky steps towards them when W.G.a held out her right palm and so did Beyond.

"Kr, you have to remember us and this will prove that were not here to hurt you. Inkcheck!" The itching on his palm intensified and he looked at his palm in wonder as his super shield appeared. A quick glance showed that the girl and boy had Wonder Woman and Batman's symbol on their palms. He stared in conjecture and he felt something a tingle in the back of his mind. A memory flashed in front of him, one that had been repressed from his waking mind.

"Kr, I want you to meet your future teammates. This is Project W.G.a and Project Batman Beyond," Guardian said, introducing him to the two Projects. Superboy just looked at them not sure what to do. He had never met people his own age before.

"It's nice to meet you Kr. I look forward to working with you," W.G.a said shaking his hand.

"I guess you're our leader, but you're more like my big brother," Beyond added squeezing the other hand.

"Don't talk to him like that! You'll ruin him!" Desmond spat.

"Quite Desmond; if he wants to call him that why not allow it? A familiar bond will make them work better together. After all aren't we all one big family?" White Knight responded.

"Family?" Superboy whispered as he held his new friends hands. He gave them a small smile and the three of them felt a pleasant tingling. The start of their bond.

The memory dissipated and he saw the two standing right next to him looking down expectantly. He tried to catch his breath and speak at the same time. He struggled to stand and talk at the same time. What he had just witnessed was unbelievable. "I've been having dreams….of you….two. What is this mark, what's going on?"

"It's a nanoscopic voice activated ink. Think of it as your id, passport, and brand all rolled into one. It's how we, Cadmus Projects, identify one another when we're undercover or how our Handlers and personal keep track of what we're doing. The ink check reveals our Project name, our Handlers, who our donor is, and what mission were on currently. Information can be transferred through physical touch. A nice side effect is we can share feelings and certain memories through our bond when we're close. Kr, we can answer all your questions and more if you come with us. Unless you want us to go with you and your friends. It's your call and we trust you," W.G.a told him and Beyond nodded.

Superboy's com beeped and he heard Aqualad's voice. He noticed how tense the two of them got when they heard him talking. "Superboy we've secured the parts in the bioship. Robin and Artemis have returned. They didn't find any trace of any humans in the vicinity. What about you?"

"I didn't find anything; I'm going to look a little longer. I'll meet you guys back at Mount Justice."

"Superboy our orders were to return as soon as the mission was over. Report back to the bioship immediately. We need to return and report our findings."

"I'll be back later when I'm done searching! Don't worry about me!" Superboy responded, shutting his com off so they wouldn't be able trace him. He looked at the duo and noticed for the first time how tired they looked. He smiled when he heard their stomachs rumbling. "I've got a lot of questions, but first I think we need to get you two some food. There's a diner on the edge of the highway, near a town about ten miles from here. Can either of you fly?"

"I can levitate, but not fly. Beyond doesn't have any special powers."

"You can't fly yet Kr? That's surprising."

"Yeah, well I can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Hold onto to me okay. I'll get us there in little bit." He saw they were hesitant to go with him, but hunger won out. The two of them wrapped their arms around Superboy and he leaped away carrying his two friends tightly.

Dottie's Truck and Dine was a small old fashion diner that truckers went to fuel up before making the journey to bigger cities. Not a lot of security. It was a bit of rough house, but for the most part decent folk worked and ate there. So when three kids walked in the door and the staff saw they were dirty, had torn clothes, and bleeding they didn't hesitate to help out.

"Oh my you poor kids, come with me I'll get you cleaned up. My name's Dottie what's yours?" the old owner asked taking the kids to the back room. One of the waitresses came over with a first aid kit and they began treating the cuts and scrapes.

"We really don't have names that we can use. We're kind of hoping we could get something to eat. We have money," Beyond said, wincing as the antiseptic was used on his cut. He reached to get the money, but Dottie stopped him.

"Its okay sweetie. Do you have someone I can call for you and your siblings?"

"No, we're on our own. Really it's okay. We have big brother watching over us. He keeps us safe," W.G.a placated. She didn't know if they could trust the humans or if they'd call the police, but right now they needed help.

"Nothing is going to hurt them or me. We're just really hungry right now," Superboy told the lady. He knew there clothes, especially his shirt, were raising some questions, but was amazed when the staff just ignored them and helped clean them up. He was lucky his super strength hadn't done more then tear a few pieces off the fabric.

"Alright you kids have your secrets. Why don't you go take a seat out front and I'll get you something to eat. Don't worry about paying its on the house kids. Millie, make sure the kids have some chocolate milk okay?"

Millie situated the three of them and gave them each a tall glass of chocolate milk. She smiled pleasantly and told them to relax while Dottie got them some food. A few minutes later they each had a big plate full of fries, burgers, some rolls and butter along with a bowl of vanilla ice cream. "Holler if you guys need more or want a doggy bag okay?"

W.G.a and Beyond were hesitant to eat the food at first. They had a strict diet when they lived in Cadmus, eating healthy and specially designed food. Hamburgers hadn't been one of their foods, but after one bite they were hooked. Even Superboy found he liked burgers. They ate for a few minutes before Superboy cleared his throat and looked at them expectantly.

"Well you said you would answer my questions. Are you two clones like me? Why were you at a separate facility? What did you mean by Handlers? What's with the strange things in your hair? What was that device you used on me? What kind of powers do you have? What,"

"Slow down Kr one question at a time!" Beyond said.

"My name isn't Kr its Superboy."

"Your name is the second half of your Project designation? I thought you might have a real name by now."

"Beyond."

"What W.G.a? He's been in the real world for four and half months."

"We'll discuss his name later right now we should answer his questions. For your information, no we're not clones of our genetic donors I mean parents. Cadmus experimented with multiple genetic projects when working on Project Hero Light is my understanding."

"Project Hero Light? What is that exactly?"

Beyond reached into his duffel and pulled out his computer. He pressed some buttons on the holographic screen and soon two files came up pertaining to the Projects. There was a third document showing a memo with several sections blacked out. The parts not blacked out mentioned Project Hero Light.

"As near as I can tell from the files we stole and what our Handlers told us, each of us is a different piece of a grand Project commissioned by the Board of Directors also known as the Light who has been running Cadmus for the past one hundred and twenty five years. Most of the data on the subject is confidential and I haven't been able to hack it yet, but we do know that Cadmus was ordered to create an army of superhero beings from the genetic codes of the hero community. Each of us was developed for specific purpose using a variety of methods and kept in different facilities to protect the Project as a whole. It's only just now they started integrating us starting with me and W.G.a eight months ago. I'm still searching for more information on the Project and the Light."

"Why not force grow all the Projects to maturity? Why create Projects through multiple means that age normally? Children are not as powerful as adults."

"True, but we can be controlled easier and trained without questioning our Handlers. We get stronger faster then adults. There's also the psychological factor that our genetic donors I mean parents have to deal with us."

"Handlers? No wait don't answer that just yet. First if your not clones what kind of Projects are you? What roles were you suppose to play and why do you trust me so much? What are your powers? Then tell me what Handlers are."

"I'm a breeding Project and Beyond's a eugenics. My full Project name is W.G.a. I was one of four attempts to create an Amazon army for Cadmus and the Light. I'm also the only one of my sisters to survive," W.G.a said quietly as she stared at her chocolate milk. After a few minutes she continued. "We don't have names, but sometimes I would hear White Queen, my Handler, referring to us by pet names. Project B or Babe was like you. They attempted to force grow a clone of Wonder Woman and it seemed to work. Until she developed malignant tumors due to the accelerated growth process. Project D or Donna was supposed to be a eugenics to create a sister of Wonder Woman, but she developed multiple personality disorder. I was three when they were put down. It wasn't pretty. What happened to C was worse."

"You don't have to tell him if you don't want to W.G.a."

"Its okay he needs to know. C or Cassie, was similar to me in that she was a breeding Project; however where my DNA was combined with the blood from a well known human activist/ philanthropist Tyson Bay in order to give Cadmus access to his funds and improve my immunity system, Cassie was created by combing WW genes with what was termed God genetics. I'm still unsure how they managed to secure it, but my sister was a demigod."

"That's not possible. I believe in magic and other dimensions not to mention aliens, but gods? You're joking right?"

"Kr, I can assure she's not take a look for yourself if you don't believe her," Beyond said. He showed him the file including a picture of the girl's genes. It was frightening to look at.

"What happened to her, your sister? How did she die?" Instead of answering him verbally she clutched his hand in hers sharing the memory that had been embossed in her cranium.

W.G.a was unsure why she was in the training arena with C. The girl had gone wild during a check up; nearly killing a scientist and injuring several technicians. At the moment her sister looked as if she was overcome with a bezerker rage. "C what's going on? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Die!" C bellowed as she literally flew at W.G.a who just barely managed to get out the way. The enraged blond picked up a three ton weight sending flying at her. W.G. a barely managed to catch it and hold it; at nine her powers were still developing, her strength barely able to hold the three tons. She tossed it aside only to have the girl grab her and smash into the floor again and again.

W.G.a kicked her hard in the chest knocking the wind out of C and making her let go. W.G.a was attempting to catch her breath. She tapped her com trying to contact White Queen. "Handler what's going on? Why is Project C trying to kill me? What are my orders?" she asked rapidly as she started to deflect minor missiles. C screamed in rage clawing at her trying to draw blood.

"Project W.G.c has turned traitor. She attempted to take the life of her superior. She's too dangerous to be allowed to survive. Your orders are to kill her."

"KILL HER? But she's…"

"W.G.a you have your orders! This is not a simulation, but a real test to see if you can fulfill your duty to Cadmus and the Light. I don't care what it takes, but eliminate your target!" White Queen commanded before turning off the link leaving the nine year old to fight for her life.

The girls' fight lasted an hour. W.G.a begged and pleaded for C to stop and give up, but C was lost to her godly rage. She was destroying everything in sight trying to beat the living essences out of her. C pinned W.G.A to the ground and was attempting rip her arms out so she would bleed to death when W.G.A shatter her knee caps with a well placed kicks. She flipped the girl over her shoulder breaking her arms. C continued to thrash and was starting to glow. Not waiting to see what this was W.G.a wrapped her hands around C in a deadly choke hold. Five minutes later C was dead and her blood was all over W.G. a's hands.

W.G.a barely heard anything that happened next as White Queen entered congratulating her on a job well done. She watched through blurry eyes as her sister's body was taken away to be studied. It was at that moment she started to doubt Cadmus intentions."

Superboy blinked his eyes, his mind still wheeling from what he had witnessed. He thought Cadmus had hurt him, but this was worse. Her horrors were worse. "I'm sorry for what you had to be put through. It must have been horrible going through that alone."

"It's okay; I learned to deal with it along time ago. Anyways I have all of Wonder Woman's powers, inhuman strength, speed, agility, and durability. I just started flying, well levitating, a few weeks ago, but I have a talent that she doesn't have. I can create three d models of battle scenarios in my mind, playing out every scenario to find the most strategic and tactical one. Good because it's what I was created for."

"My turn and then you Kr I suppose. As W.G.a said, I'm a eugenics Project. It was simple to obtain a sample of Batman's blood considering how he leaves it all over Gotham. They were originally going to reduce the DNA to fifty percent and cleanse the rest of the pattern, but their sample was tainted and they were on time crunch. So they scanned for a blood and personality type that would be compatible with Batman through the Red Cross database. They found a woman by the name of Mary McGinnis who fit their parameters. She was very similar to Batman's family, worked at a government office in Gotham and their DNA analysis reveled no genetic abnormalities. After cleansing the blood and working to improve it, they combined the blood samples as one and well nine months later I was born."

"From an early age my Handler Thinker groomed me for my role. I was to be a great detective and perfect advisor for our team. I was solving crimes all over the globe by the time I was five. Giving advice to government officials at age six. It was during one of my first investigations that I started to doubt Cadmus. I had through exhaustive research and investigation, determined that a small village in South Africa had developed a resistance to the AIDS virus. Not only that those who were resistant seemed to be triggering metahumans genes. I was unsure if the environment, genes, or a combination of both was responsible. I advised creating an alliance and improving their lives so we could have free access to study them. Unfortunately my rhetoric failed because it wasn't cost effective to help the village out and leave them alive. I was forced to advice the destruction/kidnapping of villagers. The place was leveled and turned into an outpost and the villagers experimented on perished, but we had their genes. Sold them to a pharmacy company earning millions."

"Anyways it stuck with me. Now I may not have special powers, but Handlers Thinker and White Knight Jagger have pushed me to the edge. I'm a second level aluro (student) of capoeira. I hold several degrees in forensics and criminology, with a minor computers and tech development. I have an IQ of 145 nearly Einstein level and growing. I also have a near perfect memory. I can recall almost every moment since I was three. Plus, in here I have something in here to help even the odds."

"So Handlers are the ones who teach and train you to use your powers and whatever role assigned to you. They're responsible for your safety. That would make Desmond mine."

"No, not yours you didn't have one considering your Project wasn't completed. You were originally scheduled to leave when you turned eighteen so to speak. After that you would have been assigned a Handler with the capability of bringing out your potential. Desmond was not a candidate for you although he wanted to be for obvious prestige. The Board of Light would have found someone either legal or illegal to work with you. That's why he suppressed the memory I guess pure jealousy," W.G.a explained.

"You asked why you're our leader when chronologically you're younger then us, but biologically you're older? Simple, your powers for one thing make you stronger then any of us. There's also the bloodline showing the potential for greatness and how the public responds to that. Not to mention your experience with working with a team and how responsible you are. There are a dozen reasons why and as soon you were released and had your implant installed who knows what would have occurred if you hadn't escaped."

Superboy paused mid bite into his fries. He was wondering about those strange devices in on their heads and why they kept grimacing in pain. He used his X-ray vision and looked into their minds promptly feeling sick. Wrapped around the stem and nearby parts of the brain was a black crystal shape blinking piece of technology with tendrils inserted into the brain matter sending signals. He quickly looked at a mirror on the kitchen door to see if he had one in his head, but there was nothing. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "What is that?"

"Shush! You're drawing attention!" Beyond hissed. He quickly hid the computer as Millie approached the table.

"Trouble kids? Do you need something?" Millie asked.

"Could we have another burger please?"

"Sure I'll get another one for each of you."

"Sorry, but what is that in your brain? Is it the reason for the strange headgear?" Superboy asked. Millie came back with a fresh burger and fries. He took a few bites he used his ears to make sure no one was paying attention before he indicated it was safe to continue. Beyond brought out his computer and showed him a file on the device.

"It's called a cybernetic implant. If the ink is our id this is our collar, the way they keep us under control. The device has several uses. It can upload information directly from our memories or dreams or download in reverse to help us in missions. It has GPS marker inside to keep track of us. They can give directly stimulate parts of our brains to help us in a fight or learning something new. Yet this thing is a ticking time bomb. They can remotely activate it to stun us, punish us even put us into a coma or kill us if we turn rouge. Each Project has them implanted when they're six; I think they wanted to err on side of prudence with you considering your importance."

"How could you let them do this to you? Why haven't you removed them yet?"

"Kr, what were we suppose to do? We couldn't say no to them! Do you think we want them in our heads? I designed these things thinking they be used with the genomorphs not us! Cadmus thought it was the perfect solution to ensure loyalty."

"Beyond settle down its okay. Kr, the jammers are the only reason we were able to escape. They block the transmissions keeping us safe, but we don't know for how long. Because of the delicate nature and placement of the device we were hoping to find an expert in the League could remove them."

"We are not calling the League. I know exactly how they would react to seeing you two. The same way my father treats me. If Batman and Wonder Woman don't ignore you or push you away, they'll experiment on you! My friends might help you, but they put to much faith in their mentors. No right now we can't trust them. Not until we get those things out of your head."

The two of them looked shocked by his emotional outburst. They had assumed Superboy was living with a beloved father who cared about him. That his friends would support whatever choice he made. Now they weren't so sure. Everything in the real world was confusing them.

"We don't understand Kr, how could your father not love you? Shouldn't he be proud to have you on the Young Justice team? Or carrying on the Kryptonian legacy?"

"Is this because he was upset to find out your hybrid clone instead of a full one?"

Superboy's eyebrows went straight into his hairline. His whole body tingled. He had been told believed he was a perfect clone of Superman and now he found out he wasn't. He couldn't even breathe or think. Beyond slid his computer over to him so he could read his file.

"There have been many attempts to clone Superman that failed because of the uniqueness of Kryptonian cells. The RSS hurts you and Superman because it forces your cells to revert to their original nature cutting off the absorption and conversion of yellow solar energy into transmutable bioenergy that gives you your powers. Attempts to replicate this natural process have failed due to environmental conditions or radiated samples. The solution to stabilize the DNA code and replace what's been missing is simple. Add human DNA to the mix. Your DNA is 80% Superman and 20% human. Whose I don't know because it's not in your file."

"It could be male or female with the technology Cadmus possesses, but being part human isn't all bad. Your immunity is resistant to both space born allergens and earth diseases. Plus, you could manifest unique powers all your own."

"I'm not a complete clone of Superman? I don't know what to think right now."

"Maybe we need to sleep on it. Its getting late and if were going to make a decision about our next move we need rest. We'll get some food to go and find a place to sleep. In the morning we'll start on our journey okay Kr?"

"My name isn't Kr and yours aren't W.G. a or Beyond. The first thing we do tomorrow before finding someone to remove those implants, is that the three of us are going to shed Cadmus forever. Starting now we don't belong to them," Superboy vowed. Millie and Dottie were happy to direct the trio to a motel run by a friend named Joe a few miles down the road and had to be forced to take their tip. A friend of Dottie's dropped them off at the motel and the three crashed for the night in real beds. For the first time in four days the duo felt safe. Superboy made sure the room was secured before drifting off to sleep. He was going to protect his family with his life.

The next morning trio hiked the three miles to a small thrift store in a nearby town. Dottie had mentioned that her friend Julia ran the store along with the halfway home for reforming drug addicts and prostitutes. Superboy had trepidation bring the duo there, but Beyond urged him saying they were dependent on the kindness of strangers to aid them and right now it was working.

"Julia's Second Chance Thrift Store and Safe Home. A place where new beginnings are made with each sunrise," W.G. a quoted the sign outside the store. She gazed thoughtfully over at the safe house where men and women were maintaining the grounds and talking with councilors. The people seemed to be friendly and didn't bat an eye as the trio walked into the store.

The inside smelled a pleasant mix between old oak and mothballs. Shelves filled with old clothes, books, jewelry and toys lined the walls. Staff were sorting through donations and counting the money. The few customers there gave the trio a few weird looks, but went back to what they were doing.

"We shouldn't be here. Too many witness and the security cameras. I think we just run for it."

"That would be a mistake young man," a pleasant and tired voice said. The trio looked up to see older women with dark ringlets and kind brown eyes approached the group. She took one look at the trio and shook her head. "I've heard of children running away from abusive foster homes, but never wearing such strange garments. I don't think I'll be able to sell them. I'm Julia by the way. Dottie called to tell me a trio of siblings on the run would be showing up at my store. So you want to tell me what you're running from?"

"Depends are you going to call what is it social services on us?" W.G. a inquired. She saw Beyond and Kr tense waiting for an answer. They couldn't afford any police involvement.

"No, I'm not. Dottie wasn't exactly clear about what happened to you three, but she figured to you had to have a good reason for running and acting the way you did. All of us here have had a second chance because someone didn't care about our past only providing a safe future. So I'm here to get you what you need to start new with your life. Before we begin you have names or am I just suppose to keep calling you kids?"

"Our former guardians didn't really give us names. None that we can use," Beyond admitted.

"That's okay this place is all about starting over brand new. Amber! Tanya come over here and help me. These are the kids need some help picking out some new wardrobe, shoes, coats, jewelry hats, the works. Don't forget to find them big comfortable backpacks. Help them pick out some names and print out some IDs for the kids. We'll haggle over price later. Let's go ladies."

The next hour and half was spent creating new identities for each of them. It surprised the trio that women who had been mostly forgotten or given up on by the superhero community would be so helpful to complete strangers, but as the ladies explained sometimes mere mortals were needed to be heroes. Secretly they vowed to try and be as kind as their saviors.

"Watch it! That hurts!" Beyond whined, as Tanya tugged some new shoes on. He was still clutching the duffle, but Tanya had provided him with a key lock to keep it safe.

"For such a serious little boy you are acting very immature. Don't worry that we're going to hurt you. I don't know who hurt you in the past, but we can help you. What's so fascinating on your computer that you keep checking it?" Tanya asked, as she trimmed his scruffy hair.

"I'm looking for someone who can help me and my sister. Our guardians did something that hurt us and well,"

"You don't have to tell me. I remember not trusting others especially doctors for the longest time. One of them hurt me badly and got me addicted, but thanks to Julia I'm better now. I'm putting the rest of your outfits in your pack, along with a watch. Your coat's hanging on the chair over there. Have you decided on a new name?"

"Yes, but I want to share it along with my news with my siblings."

In another room Amber was helping out W.G.a. After having the girl shower and cut a few inches off her braid she threaded red, blue, and gold extensions into the braid and showed her how to use makeup to disguise herself by darkening her skin with foundation. She then got her ears pierced and was now settling on her new wardrobe. Amber helped her into a new outfit. "You seem troubled young one. It can't be easy being the peace keeper and hope for your family."

"I don't know what you mean. I just make sure that my little brother is safe and that Kr I mean my older one believes in himself."

"A difficult task for any child, but one whose heart is pained by death it makes it harder. Don't be surprised I know the haunted look of someone who's seen death. I watched my mom kill herself on drugs and my dad was completely absent. I ran from my abusive foster parents and I would have stayed on the streets being pimped if Julia didn't find me and help me. You are stronger then you're past. So you have a new name to go with your new look?"

"Yes, let's go show my brothers."

Julia was helping Superboy out. She knew there was more to the trio then appeared, but had vowed never to ask about anyone's past, just concentrate on their second chance at life. The boy seemed anxious worried someone would come after him and his siblings. "Don't you fret I promise if anyone comes asking about you none of will tell a soul about you three."

"What about if they threaten you or try to kill you? What's to stop you from telling them about us?" Superboy asked as Julia fitted a leather jacket around him and handed him some fingerless gloves. He watched curiously as Julia finished packing his bag with clothes, food, and blanket.

"Not even then, let me tell you something boy. I had a horrible life growing up. I was treated badly by a lot of people, including myself, selling my body to earn a living. I was in and out of jail so much I should have set up house there. I nearly lost my life when a John attacked me. Then when I was serving my latest stint two woman, angels I called them, took me and a bunch of others like myself and brought here. It was tough and I almost fell off the program several times, but through a lot of prayer and support I made. I found a new lease on life and vowed to do the same for anyone who needed a second chance. I've helped abused kids before. You and your siblings are no different."

"Except they have people who might love them, while my father has given up on me before I got a first chance. I'm so pissed and angry. I have friends and I love what I do, but it's not the same and now I have to take care of them I'm just not sure."

"Keep trying with your dad, even if it seems hopeless. He might surprise you. Now come on your siblings are waiting and I'm eager to see what they decided to call themselves."

W.G.a and Beyond were waiting outside with Amber and Tanya for Julia and Superboy. W.G.a had traded in her outfit for long sleeve scoop neck blue shirt with a picture of an owl on it, red jacket, and khaki jeans along with running shoes. She had studs in her ears and simple gold chain around her neck. Her large pack was red with blue stars with Wonder Woman's symbol on it along with a Tinkerbelle purse. Beyond was wearing sneakers, socks, faded blue jeans and black shirt, with a brown jacket. His accessories included tinted sunglasses and silver watch. His pack was amusingly a Batman one along with his duffel. They both looked up and smiled when they saw Kr.

He was dressed a bit more casual with flannel shirt and brown pants, but his boots, jacket, and gloves screamed rebel. He had a Superman knapsack and slipped on some old fake glasses getting a laugh from the girls. Julia handed each of them a new ID. "So you three have new names and a plan for the future?"

"Yes, my name is Athena T. Prince."

"I'm Terrence McGinnis Wayne or Terry for short."

"I'm Connor Kent."

"Good strong names full of meaning. Athena, use your wisdom to keep the family safe. Terry, be smooth and slick when trusting people. Connor, you're to be praised for protecting your siblings. So do you know where you're going?"

Beyond, no Terry, looked at Connor waiting for approval before he spoke. "The people who hurt us, they have connections in almost every legal and illegal cooperation. Going to a special lab is the equivalent of waving our white flag. My research shows this man, Dr. Stone and his wife, are freelance physicist and cybernetic experts who have been offered a chance to join STAR labs, but presently don't belong to them. They live in a suburb of Metropolis thirty miles away."

"Metropolis is miles from here in another state. How do you expect us to get there without being seen?" Athena questioned.

"Are you positive he's the only one who can help two out? Can he be trusted not to turn us over?" Connor demanded.

"He's are only chance, unless you want to go back to Cadmus."

"Children, I have a friend Rhonda who drives a bus that way. You can get a discounted ride to where you're going and she'll make sure no one bothers you. In fact you better get going her bus leaves in half an hour from the terminal."

"Thank you, for all your help. Here please accept this money, we insist, so you can continue doing good work. You know the people who hurt us they'll send a team to look for us."

"Let them come no one is saying anything here and that includes back at the diner and motel you slept at last night. The kindness of strangers is well known around this town. That's why it's called Benevolence, Rhode Island. Get going you three and be careful who you trust," Julia told them. The three kids nodded and took off knowing that right now all they could trust was each other.