"Deimos! You're not well yet! Stay home!" Grace yells after her son from the kitchen as he hobbles out on his crutch. No way he was missing today. They'd be meeting the other team of young heros according to Batman's text. Yes, Batman had told him he didn't have to come in light of his injury, but when did that ever stop Deimos? Calypso was hurrying along behind him, seeing as she couldn't at all stop him from leaving so she may as well make it easy for him to go.

She hauled his backpack up onto her shoulders, skipping along behind him."Bye Grace!" She waves on the wait out the door. She follows along, noticing the dragon seemed to be walking slightly better, or just faster. Calypso had a bit of trouble keeping up with the heavy bag of spell books and scrolls weighing her down.

"Uuuuugh why is knowledge so heavy!" Calypso groans, just hopping along happily as they made their way to base.

"Sorry! But if we're meeting the other teams it's probably for some kind of training. If we're training I'd rather have plenty to do from the chair in the corner they'll no doubt put me in." Deimos hums as they find the zeta tube, crowding in as the teleporter warped them inside mount justice.

The place was full of people, Justice League members, Young Justice members, then there was the Beta group. Rai sitting in a chair as stoic as ever, although paler than usual if that were possible, Will being is usual anti-social self and Jason being unusually distant.

The archer did, however come to greet Deimos and Calypso.

"What happened to you?" Deimos questions, noticing the bruise extending down Jason's cheek.
"Ahhh…. Stairs?"

"Riiiiight." Deimos hums, looking up to see a man in a red suit quickly pushing a chair toward Deimos.

"Right… chair. Fine. Thanks." The dragon-child groans, plopping down in the chair before jumping at the jolt of pain in his leg from the impact. At least The Flash was nice about it.

Rai on the other hand was just focusing on not letting to room spin. She was exhausted, more so than usual and her body felt so heavy it took real effort to move. Her back and shoulder pulsated with pain from beneath her armor which so conveniently hid any evidence of last nights escapade. Only Will knew the truth, and he began to pity her. She was toughing it out like a champ, but that had to hurt.

The teams had almost segregated themselves, side from Artemis and Jason who'd met beforehand and took up small talk, then moved on to showing off their bows and preferences nd other archery related things. Calypso decided to join in, rather proud of her hand-made equipment, just happy to be included.

Deimos was miserable. He wanted to get up and be social. He was certain he could get up and at least move around. He hauls himself up before feeling himself being gently pushed back into the chair by a small hand on his shoulder.

"Hey gimpy. Don't think you should be hobbling around like that." A smooth voice calls as he turns. Flowing scarlet hair and green eyes seemed to make the boy lose his tongue as his cheeks flared a slight pink shade. The mask didn't hide her beauty from the young dragon as he instantly did exactly as she ordered and stayed in the chair solely because his brain was still trying to comprehend what he should be doing. His wings twitched against his back as he pulled them around himself, snapping out of his momentary daze. He recognized the blackened bat emblem across her chest, realizing she was one of the bat kids, but he didn't know much else.

"Right. I- um. I'll stay." He smiles, crystal eyes catching the light in a somewhat daydreaming manner.

"Batgirl, and you are?" The redheaded woman smirks, pulling up a chair to keep the injured hero company.
"Deimos. I- um." Deimos was at a loss. He had no idea what kind of smalltalk to start with or where to go from here. All he knew was she seemed nice and that he kept having to try not to stare at her. What really stuck him was the perfume she was wearing. It was light, almost as if it'd been washed off a day or so ago, but to the dragon's senses it was still lingering on her. She radiated a faint scent of fruit and flowers.

"So… dragon, huh? Must be cool to actually fly around like that." Batgirl prods, hoping to get him to actually open up and talk. She seemed to think he was starting to get sick… or holding his breath.

"Yeah, half-dragon. Still enough to get the cool wings and such." Deimos finally got himself to calm just enough to talk with some semblance of normalcy. He didn't know whether he wanted to run away from her or stay closer. Did it make sense to want both?

Meanwhile Jason was multitasking on his conversation, Deimos's, and attempting not to bust out laughing. Poor kid, seemed talking to girls was not his forte at all. Kid could burn down hoards of bad guys yet when met with a pretty girl he looked like his brain blew a fuse.

He watches as they talk for a moment before Batman calls the mystery woman away to tend to some business. Jason glances back to Deimos, taking note of the odd stare he had as she walked away. What a dope.

Jason excused himself for a moment, settling down in what used to be Batgirl's chair, giving him a rather sarcastic smirk.

"What?" Deimos groans.
"You like her." Jason accused, leaning back. "And your game is shit."
"I um…. Your not wrong… on either of those."

"No I most certainly am not. You need some serious help dude." The archer admits, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, watching Batgirl from afar and glancing back to Deimos, finding him still rather starstruck, but trying not to make it obvious…. And failing miserably. He could see the appeal, she was pretty, looked the right age, but why was he so struck by that particular one? There were plenty of pretty girls here, why that one?
"So… you going to talk to her?" The older man asks facetiously.

"What? No way!"
"Oh. So your just going to torture yourself staring at her all day and wait on things to fix themselves?" Jason teases.
"Yes?"
"No. You will not be sitting there like a sad puppy all day. Talk to her. Ask her somewhere, just be cool. See where it gets you." True advice from experience, Jason'd been around this bush plenty of times, striking while the iron's hot was the only way Deimos wouldn't wind up moping around like a kicked puppy.

"Right… I will. Soon." Deimos ponders in his own head how to approach this. Just being nice was the usual protocol but with her he had to be more than just a nice guy. He pulls his phone from his jacket, looking up things to do in town.

Shrugging as he realizes his work had been done, Jason gets up just as the Bat himself clears his throat to speak. "Today you'll get to know your sister team. Chances are some day in the future you will have to work together. Train at your own will." Batman turns and whispers something to Clarke as that apparently meant he was done talking.

Will glances back to the group of League members, realizing his mother was there. She was focused in conversation with Batman and Superman both, but would every so often look his way. No doubt they were talking about him. May as well give them something to talk about.

First order of business, find the scariest guy in the room. Right now, that looked like the tall boy in a superman tee shirt. He'd always wanted to fight a kryptonian, sadly every challenge he'd issued to the man of steel had been instantly declined without question. Perhaps his clone would be easier to antagonize.

xxxx

All was quiet for a moment with Rai, she was rested in the couch, just trying not to show how badly she was really hurting. A new person came to sit next to her, a kind and bouncy soul, but not at all human. This soul was more polymorphic, constantly warping and changing to mimic others.

"Hi! I'm M'gann!" Her voice seemed cheery and full of joy.

"Rai, You with the Young Justice team?" Rai shrugs, just wanting to look comfortable in conversation.

"Yup, guessing your b-" They were cut off with the start of an argument. Seemed friendly enough, mostly just antagonizing each other about sparing. However, it was quickly escalating.

"Can't take him anywhere." Rai hums nonchalantly. "Hey! Take it to the training room!" She encourages. If they must fight, may as well let it be somewhat productive.
"You have this problem often?" M'gann groans as Will taunts the antagonized kryptonian clone away, much to the despair of the league members involved.
"You'd be surprised."

XXXX

The training room was mostly empty. Just Kaldur and Jason standing watch to keep Conner from murdering Will…. Or vice versa. Jason sits back with Kaldur, his expression blank.

"So… which of em's going to need a new set of teeth?" Jason huffs.
"Neither. We're to stop them before that happens." Kaldur glares onward, watching Will particularly. The atlantean began to recognize the sudden drop in temperature and the air fogging up.

Super Boy charges, but Will saw that coming. He ducks sideways, heel coming up to ram into the larger man's back, forcing him forward. His shield materializes in his hand as he prepares for the second pass. Wills shield was struck faster and harder than he anticipated, powdered snow shimmering off his shield with each crushing blow. Still Will braved it, waiting on Connor to tired himself out.

That tactic failed miserably. Connor wasn't tiring and he struck the side of the shield, nudging it to the side and slamming a fist into the side of Will's shoulder hard enough to send him into the opposite wall. Will groans, his head spinning as he gets back up. In a battle of raw strength, it seemed Superboy won hands down. He'd have to fight smarter. He realizes Connor did all his damage up close. At a distance he was useless and in this blind rage he was sure to keep attempting to come at him.

And come Connor did, the second Will was on his feet, Connor's cleare half the space between them, Will's surroundings fogged ever denser and built into crystallized water in a number of jagged barriers. Keep running, he'd find himself full of holes. Super boy was forced to back up a step, and that step was all Will needed. The time it took for Connor take a step back was just how long it took Will to come over that wall, floating spears of ice following behind and launching themselves at his opponent.

Connor was forced to keep moving, spears staking themselves into the ground before him. The focus on that gave Will enough time to deliver a deadly punch across the left side of Connor's face, then another to the right before he was caught by the wrist.

'Stupid boy.'

A new ferocity sparked in the Amazonian. When this started he only planned to prove his mettle. Now he only wanted death. This had gone from a simple spar, to a cruel delusion of Will's twisted head. Superboy wasn't there anymore, just a remnant of an awful past. Superboy had thrown Will to the ground with another bone-crackingly painful counter strike. Will jams his heel into Connor's ankle, making him fall as well, rolling to straddle his waist, ice quickly moving up his surprised victim's body, trapping him. The ice was cracking against the struggling. He had to end this quickly. His sword began manifesting in his hand, a sharp blade just for the clone who now began to realize Will's intent.

Aqualad and Jason both had to intervene, pulling Will off and working on getting him to calm down as Connor worked to shove his was through the ice.

Will was fighting back, and overpowering both the men trying to hold him down with took Connor as well to keep him unable to hurt anyone.

"He do this often?" Connor asks, struggling to hold Will down.

"Uuuh. I would love to say no, Buuuut." Jason growls as the movement beneath them slowly stilled."All good, bud?"

"And I thought I had anger issues." Superboy groans, setting back off Will who seemed to be looking elsewhere. Upon tracing his line of sight, Wonder Woman herself had been in the doorway. Watching the fight as it seems, and shaking her head in disappointment.

Will yanks his hand away from Kaldur, moving off toward the back exit.

"So… any explanation." Aqualad raises an eyebrow to Jason.
"I wish I had one."