It took a while for Match's vision to clear when he woke up. What he could see is that he was strapped to a gurney in a dingy laboratory with no windows that he could see. The flimsy bonds that held him to the table should have been easy enough to snap, were it not for the hunk of Kryptonite hanging from his neck. He was about to plot his escape when Luthor walked in.

"Like your new look, son?"

Luthor held up a mirror to Match's face, and the boy gasped. His wavy blond hair had been straightened and dyed black. His street clothing were gone, and replaced with a duplicate of the costume that Superboy had died in. I thought I was rid of him, he thought to himself. Now I'm being made into him.

"What the hell is this, Luthor? Some kind of joke?"

"No joke at all. I'm simply showing you who you really are. I grieved when my son was taken from me before his time. But then I remembered. I didn't have one son, I had two. Granted, you always were nothing but a spare, but you'll have to do now. When I cloned the two of you, you didn't think I wouldn't prepare for eventualities, did you? There's a back-up memory implant, hidden in the back of your brain. All I have to do is trigger it, and I'll have my son back, exactly as he was. And you'll be gone like the pile of spare parts that you are. Maybe this time, he'll see who his real friends are."

Before Match could react, Luthor produced a large steel helmet, which he strapped on the boy's head. Match screamed as a needle inserted itself into the back of his skull, and before he could fight it, memories that weren't his began flooding into his mind, unwanted.

Beach bunnies on the island of Oahu.

Dubbilex, Roxy Leech, and Mack Harlan. He thought they were friends for some reason, even if he didn't recognize them.

A makeover, resulting in a slightly less lame costume.

A brief tenure as Super of an apartment building. A really bad pun, he thought.

The Three Musketeers. The brainy one, the spazzy one, and Superboy.

A kindly couple in a farm in Kansas, giving him not only a home, but a family.

A beautiful blonde-haired girl, with a sense of humor and determination that could rival his. Their first kiss, followed by being thrown into the stratosphere by Wonder Woman.

Luthor's influence taking over, and the damage he did to his friends.

His first time with Cassie, followed by the quest to save the world from an evil doppelganger.

The feeling of life leaving him, and one last kiss from the girl he loved……

They weren't his memories, but somehow, they started being blurred with the ones that were. He was starting to forget who he was, but with one burst of energy, he used his tactile telekinesis to destroy the helmet, and throw the Kryptonite far enough away so that he could break out of his bonds.

Luthor smirked "Now, Conner, I know this must be jarring, but – "

Match grabbed Luthor and threw him against the wall. He had the sudden urge to issue a smart-assed reply, but he didn't know where it was coming from. But he knew he had to get out of there.

Breaking through the wall and flying away as fast as he could, he was bombarded by the new memories boring into his brain. They weren't real, he told himself. And yet he found he couldn't really tell what was real and what was not anymore. He knew these things had happened to his nemesis, and yet it was like they had happened to him as well. He remembered the Titans as his enemies, but also as his friends. He remembered fighting Robin for the life of Superboy. Himself. Robin, his enemy – and his best friend. He remembered being on both sides of the war. And for the life of him, he couldn't decide which side he wanted to be on anymore. The confusion was giving him a splitting headache, and he found himself heading for the only place he could think of as home.

Ravager was bored out of her mind. Her cast and crutches were keeping her from doing just about anything interesting (which, in her opinion, generally consisted of hurting people who deserved it), and she was left to veg in front of the TV watching what passed for entertainment. Although she did find watching Americans eat bugs for money amusing for a short time, it quickly grew old. And she didn't really have anyone to hang out with. Cyborg was out recruiting, while Wonder Girl was spending the night at home with her mother(Not that they would have hung out in the first place). Robin was at the Tower, but he was so wrapped up in his mysterious science project that he had barely poked his head out all night. She was tempted to sneak up on him and find out what it was exactly, but she remembered that she wasn't exactly the picture of stealth right now. So she grabbed the remote, and flipped to another channel. A cat reality show. This should amuse for a few moments, she thought. Suddenly, she was surprised by a hand covering her eye. She reacted instinctively, flipping the intruder over her shoulder into the coffee table. Seeing clearly, she could see Robin picking himself up from the broken pile of wood.

"Good to see your reflexes aren't getting rusty."

"You psycho! What was up with you startling me like that?"

"It's called a surprise. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

That was kind of sweet, Rose thought. But she still hated being surprised.

"You could have said hi."

"Yeah, but I never was one to be normal." Robin grinned. "So, anything interesting on TV?"

"Cats, apparently. I'm bored out of my mind, and I've only had this stupid cast on for a day."

"So, do you want to get out of here and do something?"

"Like what? In case you forgot, I'm not exactly Speedy Gonzales right now."

"I didn't mean crimefighting or anything like that. There's a Kung Fu movie festival at the Gotham Arclight. You up to six straight hours of guys kicking each other in the head?"

"What, are you asking me out on a date, Boy Wonder?"

Robin sputtered and looked away, which was sort of an answer in and of itself. Rose grinned. Ravager may be out of action for the next month, but that didn't mean Rose Wilson couldn't have a little fun.

Flying back to Titans Tower after having yet another argument with her mother over how much time she spends fighting crime as opposed to studying, Cassie really wasn't in the mood for a battle. So she was more than a little annoyed when she saw the intruder alarm going off at Titans Tower. And what's more, there were no other Titans in the vicinity, which meant it was all up to her. She was ready for a fight, but what she saw in the hallway nearly made her fall to her knees.

It was Superboy. He looked exactly like he did right before he died. She saw him die. She held him as he took his last breath, and yet here he was, lying in the hallway, barely conscious. It was a trick, It had to be. But what if it wasn't?

"Cassie….."

"Conner? Can you hear me?"

"I'm not Conner. I'm……I don't know."

But Cassie wasn't listening. She ran out of the room and hit the alert button on her communicator to summon the rest of the Titans. She didn't know who this boy was, she just knew she couldn't be around him. Because if it wasn't Conner, she couldn't stand losing him again.