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Spread Your Wings
The archer caught him up on the top of Mount Justice one night during one of her daily target practices and called out to him with a horrified look on her face. "What in the world is wrong with you?" she shrieked with a slight crack in her voice. "I'm learning how to fly." Superboy said with a puzzled expression on his face. He wondered why his fellow teammate looked so distressed and terrified.
She couldn't hear his response and called out to him once more. "You are near the edge, Supey! The sharp rocks will hurt if you slip and fall—even for you, idiot!" she stretched her hand out as she cautiously made her way to him. "God, I didn't know you were this depressed." She mumbled under her breath.
"I'm not depressed, I want to fly." He responded, hearing the remark that was made towards him. She stopped in her tracks and brought her outstretched hand back to where it originally was. "What, like Superman?" the pity in her voice was audible. He silently nodded, with a hard expression on his face. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"Superboy."
"That's right. And what does that mean?"
"I can never be like Superman."
"Wrong." She scowled. "It means that you are Superboy and you are your own person." And with that said, the boy of steel spread his arms out.
And thanked the archer with a friendly hug.
Paint
Red Tornado had given them special tasks to do since the team hadn't been deployed on missions lately. M'gann was supposed to do the dusting. Kaldur, Artemis, and Wally needed to do some grocery shopping, even though Wally complained about wanting a certain Martian to take the archer's place on the shopping trip. Robin performed his monthly computer system check on all of the computers in their group's sanctum.
Superboy was in charge of repainting the walls of the living room.
"Should we scold him?" Wally questioned to no one in particular as he examined a horribly done painting on one of the walls. "How…cute?" Artemis arched a brow and smiled at a childish painting of six little figures, hand in hand—which resembled them quite a bit—and next to that, two more figures; one red—big and square-ish—and another in black—lean and curvy.
Black Canary studied one painting which particularly stood out from the rest. "I don't know. I kind of like it like this." She smiled, placing a hand over two horribly drawn figures standing side-by-side; one in blue and red, the other in black and red.