GOTHAM CITY

AUGUST 27TH 6:17 EST

Honeybee dodged a ball of clay directed her way, finding cover behind a large stack of crates. Clayface – Honeybee had heard stories about him from Robin. He was only just a few months old, something to do with Thalia al Ghul and the League of Shadows. Whatever it was, Honeybee did not like him. Clayface, as the name implied, was made of clay and had the unique ability just to reshape and regenerate himself. Any attacks were temporary at best.

Honeybee peeked over the top of the crates and held her last stinger close to her hip. Kid Flash and Miss Martian were already down for the count, and Robin and Superboy were currently engaging it. And they seemed to be losing.

Clay enveloped both of Superboy's arms as he tried to reach for Clayface, eyes opening wide in surprise, and he was thrust back into the concrete floor, sending him flying to the ground. And then he too was down. Honeybee frowned and stood, revealing herself to Clayface.

She joined Robin in front of him, but she did throw her last stinger quite yet. She pulled out her lasso and swung it around the monster's arm, attempting to cut it off. Aqualad threw a gust of water from the other side of the monster, but it did nothing, only making it angry. It roared and pulled Honeybee forward, sending her down into the ground.

Robin yelled her name and threw two birdarangs at Clayface, but when they exploded, he merely absorbed the blast into his clay structure. Honeybee let go of her lasso and watched as it was sucked into the monster's body.

"My lasso!" Honeybee cried. She growled and stood back up, her legs sore from scraping the concrete.

Artemis from her vantage point on a stack of crates shot an explosive arrow, but it had the same effect as Robin's birdarangs.

And to think this was supposed to be a recon mission. Batman had instructed them to tail Clayface while he worked out an antidote or weapon against him. But Clayface had gotten wise and finally cornered them in the early hours of the morning in an old warehouse. And it was exceedingly obvious they were not prepared to fight him.

Artemis jumped down from her vantage point, pulling out her crossbow. She was aiming for his eyes, trying to catch him off guard as she fired, but he kept shaping and reshaping so he could dodge. He eventually just threw a glob of mud her way, which sent her to the ground and knocked her out.

And down the dominos fall.

Honeybee finally threw her stinger, her last line of defense before her fists, and just as expected it did nothing. Robin grabbed her arm to pull her out of a clay glob directed her way. Aqualad engaged Clayface, trying to knock him out with his waterbearers, which was having the best effect so far. It was melting off parts of him, making him too heavy Honeybee supposed.

"Any ideas?" Honeybee asked Robin. Robin narrowed his eyes and handed her two birdarangs.

"Keep 'em busy till Batman gets here!" Robin said. Honeybee supposed it was the best they could hope for right now. She threw the birdarangs at Clayface's back, and he turned to face her. He shot out his hand and grabbed her in the muddy mush that was his body. Honeybee attempted to wiggle out, but it was no good. She was stuck.

He threw back onto the ground, and Honeybee groaned. He picked her up again and threw her down, and the last thing she felt before passing out was embarrassment. Here she was, two official missions in a row getting knocked out.

I didn't know what I would find
When I went looking for a reason,
I know I didn't read between the lines
And, baby, I've got nowhere to go

GOTHAM CITY

AUGUST 27TH 19: 13 EST

Betty picked at her orange chicken, leaned back against the couch. Aunt Melody was banging around their new apartment in search of a fork for her noodles (she was dismal at using chopsticks) which left Betty in silence. The sun was going down outside, casting their apartment in a soft orangish, yellow glow; a glow that normally Betty would have found peaceful. But not tonight.

Spread before her on the couch were packets of information that Batman had given to her, what he managed to dig up about the associates of Catherine Todd. Betty knew he was running his own parallel investigation into Jason's whereabouts now that he knew of him, but Betty was grateful he was willing to share his information with her. Robin had become an unofficial go between, as Betty had no other way to contact them, but he didn't seem to mind too much. Aside from the usual Robin-esque complaining she knew was going to come along with it, he seemed willing to help.

Betty could tell he was hoping this was the start of a reconciliation between her and Batman, but Betty wasn't holding her breath. She still had her issues with him. It was more of an aloof understanding than any real attempt at partnership. This was a favor, a favor she was grateful for and would pay back eventually, but that was it.

Aunt Melody appeared form the kitchen, victoriously holding a fork and brandishing it as she came to sit on the floor around the other side of the coffee table.

"I must love you," Aunt Melody said, "if I'm going to sit on the floor willingly."

Betty smiled thankfully and took a bite of her chicken, if only to cease the quivering in her stomach.

"Thank you, Aunt Melody," Betty said in a sing-song voice. Aunt Melody rolled her eyes and returned to her noodles.

"Any progress?" Aunt Melody asked. Betty looked over the files and felt defeat fill her chest. She had managed to eliminate two possible people from being where they were staying. Michael Hurston was currently employed as a custodian at North Gotham Gym and Fitness Center, so that made him no dice, seeing as Jason said he didn't have a job. And Michael according to employee records showed up fifteen minutes early for every shift. The other was Clyde Grint, who had just moved out of Gotham a few days ago after his father's death. She was also able to eliminate all the women, since Jason had called their newest roommate a 'he'.

Betty sighed and looked through the thick pile of files she still needed to go through.

"Catherine won't answer my texts, and I can't find the man they're staying with," Betty said. A few others had been dismissed as well once she went to check out their apartment buildings the past couple days (on Honeybee patrol), and found there was no Jason or any signs of him to be found. So far, it had been nothing but dead ends. And she needed an open-end, real soon. "So, no. I've got nothing."

She leaned her head back, so she was looking at their new ceiling fan.

"I'm sorry, this should be a happy thing, moving into a new apartment. And here I am, ruining it," Betty said. Aunt Melody frowned and pointed her fork at Betty shamefully.

"Don't apologize," Aunt Melody said. "I love that little rascal just as much as you. If you're looking for him, you better be damn sure I will support you. No matter when the timing is." Betty lolled her head to the side and sighed.

"I just wish I could forget everything; you know?" Betty said. "For, like, just a little bit? I'm so tired of searching and then Team missions plus patrol on top of it all. I just want a minute to rest."

Aunt Melody raised a brow and slurped a noodle.

"What do you think this is?" Aunt Melody asked. Aunt Melody put down her Chinese food box on the coffee table and walked across to sit next to Betty, dipping the couch and tilting the folders so that they were threatening to fall onto the ground. "I know it's stressful, but just know with me, you can always take a rest."

That's the way it had always been. Even back when Mom was still around. Visits and time with Aunt Melody were free periods, away from school and Ivo and Honeybee and Waspia. But now, with Mom gone, that free period went with it. Now, Aunt Melody was everything rolled into one, and that meant her old way of doing things had to go. She loved her aunt and was thankful she took her in, but she missed the way things used to be.

Betty sighed and leaned on her aunt's shoulder.

"Thank you," she said. "I love you, Aunt Melly." Aunt Melly was her old nickname for Aunt Melody, back when she couldn't pronounce the o sound. Back when she was a little kid. Now, she hardly ever dragged the name out.

"I love you too." Aunt Melody stood and gathered up the pile of unread files.

"Now come on, I'll help you read through these. Fresh eyes can be a help sometimes."

You saw me there, but never knew
That I would give it all up to be
A part of this, a part of you.
And now it's all too late. So you see...

BIALYA

SEPTEMBER 4TH 2010 8:37 EEST

Something or someone was making noise, and Betty was not having it. She rolled over in her bed and shut her eyes tighter. She had a pretty good idea who it was – the only person trying to wake her so presently was Jason when he needed or wanted something.

"Jason, five more minutes. We have juice in the fridge," she mumbled. He shook her shoulder and Betty tried to wave them off. "Go away!"

"I'm not Jason!" a voice said. "Get up, Bee!"

Bee?

Betty finally got up, and she wiped at her eyes to get the tiredness out of them. When she opened them, instead of her bedroom, she found an endless expanse of sand. A few rocks dotted the line of sight, but other than that, there was just nothing. The sun was beating down ruthlessly, and Betty could already feel the sweat bedding down her neck. Betty turned her neck to see who had woken her up and recoiled back when she saw that it was Robin of all people.

"Robin?!" she screeched, narrowing her eyes. Robin frowned at her reaction and stepped forward towards her.

"Nice to see you too, Honeybee," Robin said scathingly. Honeybee stood, ignoring the hand he offered out to her for help.

"Where on God's green one are we?" Honeybee asked. "And who the heck put us here?" Robin opened up his hologlove, wiping at his sweaty brow. The sweat was collecting at the end of his hair, causing the edges of it to curl across his forehead. Honeybee could only guess her hair was about in the same shape as his.

"We're in Bialya, but get this, in September," Robin said. Honeybee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Yeah, right," Honeybee said. "Quit messing with me, tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth," Robin insisted. He held out the glove for her and Honeybee looked over the data, and sure enough, their it was September 4th, 2010. Clear as day. And Robin's holocomputer was hardly ever wrong. "I woke up about an hour ago, a mile back in the opposite direction. All I can remember is Batman ordering us on radio silence, and then…. nothing."

Honeybee, God bless her, did the only thing she thought to do. She laughed. She clutched her stomach and laughed a deep hearty laugh. Once she was done, she looked at Robin with a stern gaze and a frown.

"That's a good one Birdie," Honeybee said. "But there's no way that could have anything to do with whatever is happening here."

"Oh yeah, and why's that?"

"Because I would never work with Batman," Honeybee said, near seething. Honeybee never even wanted to see Batman again, let alone work with him. Whatever this was, Honeybee and Robin must have gotten roped into this by someone else and Robin was getting his memory confused. And that was strange enough as is – Honeybee was out of hero game for now, so what was she doing in Bialya in –

"Who put me in this?!" Honeybee said, getting a good look at her outfit for the first time. Her whole body was encased in her black and yellow Honeybee uniform, her domino mask firmly in place, and wearing the combat boots that went with the ensemble. The only problem was that Honeybee had promised to never wear it again.

Robin scratched the back of his head and looked at her critically.

"Uh…..you?" Robin said. "It's your uniform, isn't it?"

Honeybee narrowed her eyes. No way in hell had she put this on willingly. This was the suit Batman had made for her. If Honeybee was ever getting back in hero game, it would be with a redesigned player.

Honeybee checked her utility belt and at least found her lasso was still intact, plus about a dozen stingers. She winced. Of course, her belt wouldn't be fully stocked, she could hold up to twenty-five if she really tried, and she always did. Because whoever it was doing this to them obviously wanted to make her life as miserable as possible.

"You're welcome to come with me," Robin said, "see who or what we can find. I have a GPS marker I'm tracking."

Honeybee agreed to come with him, because this was the desert after all. Things would get pretty dicey pretty quickly if she tried to go it alone. She was just a normal thirteen-year-old after all. Wait, fourteen? If it was September, that meant she was fourteen now.

Honeybee and Robin walked in silence for several miles. Annoyance and frustration poured off Honeybee, while Robin seemed more concerned with the confusion of the situation. Honeybee already hated anything that had to do with this, as a) apparently Batman had something to do with it since Robin was here, and b) she had woken up in one of the most anti-Justice League hero countries' desert with no memory of how she got there. Honeybee was no sure which fact she disliked more.

After about an hour of silence, Robin finally cracked and turned to his companion.

"So, if disaster is when something goes wrong, is aster when things go right?" Robin asked aloud. Honeybee shook her head but played along anyway. There was nothing better to do.

"I guess so," Honeybee said glumly. Robin raised a brow.

"Someone's not feeling the aster," Robin said, and Honeybee gave him a blank look.

"We're in the middle of a hostile nation, with no idea how we got here!" Honeybee said. "What is exactly is there to be feeling aster... would it be asterous? Would that be the correct wordage?" She shook her head. "Why do you even care anyway?"

"Just trying to start a conversation, and it worked," Robin said. Honeybee sighed dramatically and looked up at the sky, grateful that a built-in sunglass lenses were in her mask. "Come on Bee. You know you love me."

"You're lucky I do," Honeybee said. "Or I would have dropped you like a potato years ago."

Robin smiled a toothy smile.

"I'm glad my luck hasn't run out then," Robin said. Honeybee rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder, her cheeks coloring red before she shook it away. With the ice effectively broken, Honeybee looked forward, shading her eyes with her hands.

"Do you have any idea why you might have put that GPS marker where we're headed?' Honeybee asked. Robin shook his head.

"Full memory wipe. Nothing," Robin said. Honeybee brought up her seldom used holocomputer and found that was the only GPS tracker anywhere near here. And it appeared to be in the middle of nowhere in the desert. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder.

They kept walking for a few more hours, sometimes lapsing into silence, other times talking. A game of I Spy was quickly squashed since all there was were rocks and sand, and some small desert creatures every now and then. A round of Twenty Questions got a much better reception from the duo, as it was not limited by their surroundings. Robin ended up victorious ("I'm a detective, B. What did you expect?") and Honeybee grumbled she wanted to play a new game.

The sun eventually began to set and the two arrived at the marker once the latter, darker part of dusk made its nightly appearance. It was a medium sized sand dune, nothing particularly interesting or special about it.

"Why did I put a GPS tracker here?" Robin wondered aloud. Both looked over the top of dune, and their eyes widened. Set up where two towers of electrical equipment, both steel gray and blinking with lights.

"Gonna take a wild guess and say that's why?" Honeybee said. Robin and Honeybee jumped over top of the dune and landed a few feet from the device. Honeybee put her hands on her hips as Robin took one step forward.

Suddenly, six Bialyan soldiers appeared from where they were hiding in sand dunes. Each one had a different gun aimed at one of the duo.

"Vakala di dorala di kiad!" one of the shouted. Her Majesty wants them alive. Her Majesty? Queen Bee must be behind this then.

All six of them charged them at once. Robin released a smoke bomb and Honeybee jumped into action, already knowing what to do. They split the men so that each dealt with three, and Honeybee thrust forward. The smoke made it difficult for the men to see, but Honeybee had some enhancement from her mask.

She caught one by surprise, dodging a stray, random bullet he shot off and kneeing him in the chin, as he was kneeled down to shoot. She tore his gun out of his grasp and hit his temple, knocking him out of the way. She slung the gun away from her and jumped forward, catching two more men that had partnered in the fog. She jumped onto the shoulders of one and did a handspring off of his shoulders, kicking him square in the face. The other one let out a shot and she frowned as she dodged, kicking his leg out from underneath him. He fell to the ground in a crumbled heap, but none of them were knocked out, and they were regaining their bearings quickly.

Honeybee saw Robin run off where a solider was trying to get away, and she made a move to follow, but was cut off by a armed man stepping in between her line of sight. She flipped backwards to dodge several shots he sent her way, pulling a stinger out of her utility belt and deciding it was time to use her precious few stingers. Honeybee threw it forward and let out an electric spark as it hit the gun, sending an electric shock up his arm. The man dropped the weapon like it was on fire and Honeybee smirked to herself.

"Kit fire! Idrenav!" Open fire.

Honeybee sprung backwards to get out of their range, a rain shower of bullets headed her direction. She managed to avoid them and ended up landing next to where Robin had backflipped to get away from their range.

"Still feeling the aster Birdie?" Honeybee whispered under her breath, and Robin smirked coyly, focusing his attention on the enemies in front of them.

A blur buzzes past them and towards the soldiers, and one's weapon is swiped away by the blur. The man looks down at his hands in shock, eyes wide with confusion.

"I'll take that!" the blur said, and Honeybee could have sworn it was Wally's voice. The blur swiped two more guns. "Thanks!"

The blur finally stopped, and sure enough, it was Kid Flash, decked out in an all-black version of his usual uniform. He dropped the guns by him with a smirk and then raced back towards where the other soldiers were advancing on Robin and Honeybee.

One came at Honeybee, swinging a punch to her face which she missed, but he managed to get a hit to her stomach. She made a painful noise and stepped back, blocking his next hit. She kicked her leg up, hitting his chin and sending him to the ground. Two more guards came running at her and Robin, and they shared a quick, meaningful glance as they took out their weapons and ran towards them.

It was a move made in vain, however, as both lifted into the air. Robin and Honeybee stopped short as the guns were ripped from their hands and they remained floating. Both looked behind them to see a figure come into existence – a short girl with green skin and red hair, a blue cloak pulled around her shoulders. Honeybee cocked her head to the side. Was this a Martian?

An arrow was sent flying to the last solider standing, who was attempting to run away. The green arrow hit the back of the man, and it exploded out to be a net, encasing the man inside of it. Honeybee looked to see it had come from a girl dressed in green, a bow and arrow in her arms. The girl remained stoic for a moment but then smiled, sliding down the sand dune to meet them.

"Kid Flash!" Robin said, embracing his friend. "Man am I glad to see a familiar face."

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Honeybee said, and Robin ignored her.

"Her Rob, HB," Kid Flash said, returning his embrace and ruffling Honeybee's hair. "Memory loss?"

"Six months!" Robin said, outraged. "Let's hogtie these creeps and compare notes."

They managed to produce enough rope for the job from Robin's utility belt and the supplies of the soldiers who were unconscious, and before long they were all tied and safely contained. The whole time, the green-skinned girl – M'gann, as she had said her name was, and Artemis was the others – regaled them with a tale that was almost too unbelievable to take seriously.

"So….we're a team?" Robin asked. M'gann nodded.

"The four of us and Superboy!" M'gann said.

"Superwhonow?" Honeybee said. Robin pulls a piece of black fabric out of his utility belt, a giant red 'S' emblazoned on it. A ping of comfortable and warm familiarity bubbled in Honeybee's stomach.

"I guess this must be his then," Robin said, handing the fabric to M'gann. M'gann gasped and took the fabric in her hands.

"Yes!" M'gann said. "Have you seen him?"

"I think we might have," Artemis said, and looked to Kid Flash.

"Feral-boy?" The speedster scoffed. "Some teammate."

"He doesn't remember who we are!" Artemis defended. "I don't know who we are."

"I remember Batman ordering radio silence," Robin said. "Our team must work for him."

Honeybee scoffed and crossed her arms. "Fat chance."

Kid Flash nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "How do we know we don't work for my mentor?" He pointed his thumb at the Flash symbol on his chest, and the tip touched the red lightening bolt. The black and gray accents disappeared, replaced by the usual red and yellow. Kid Flash lit up giddily. "Whoa." He did it a few more times in quick succession, each time the colors shifting from black to yellow and back again. "This is so cool!"

Artemis tried to touch the arrow symbol on her own chest but found that her forest green costume remained it's same shade. Robin touched the symbol on his own chest and got a similar reaction. Honeybee did not bother – her costume Waspia had purposefully not given the symbol, and it was already black mostly anyway.

"We look ridiculous!" Artemis said. She turned on Kid Flash, her eyes narrowing. "Stop touching yourself!" Kid Flash did it one final time, ending him back in black. "We need our memories back."

M'gann rubbed her hands nervously as if steeling herself, and then raised her hands, her eyes glowing white. In an instant, Honeybee's surroundings changed. The dark desert was gone, replaced by a cave lit with the light of what seemed to be memories on crystals. On one she could make out M'gann saying something, on another Artemis and Kid Flash arguing.

"I have brought you into mind," a vision of M'gann appeared in front of them, "to share what I have so far. But I need your help. Together, our broken memories can make a whole."

Artemis looked betrayed and disgusted. "You want to paw through our private thoughts?"

M'gann seemed horrified by the insinuation. She raised her hands in defense.

"I don't mean to intrude, but –"

"You need to hack our minds to figure out what happened to us. Okay, got it. Go," Robin offered easily, seeming unbothered by the idea M'gann would be in his head.

"My brain's all yours. Try not to let it's brilliance overwhelm you," Kid Flash said flirtatiously.

"Or underwhelm you," Robin said. He put his hands on his hips. "Hey, why isn't anyone ever just whelmed?"

Honeybee was less reluctant than her supposed teammates to let M'gann in her head. Honeybee had things she wanted to keep secret, things she did for a good reason. If she saw who her father was or her identity, Honeybee was not sure the chance was worth the risk. But she also had no idea what happened, and it seemed she was not going to get answers on her own. M'gann seemed the only solution. Honeybee sighed and hugged one arm across her chest.

"Swim away," Honeybee said. M'gann smiled gratefully. Robin looked at her in confusion, seemingly unsure by her quite tone and reluctance.

Artemis still seemed unsure, and Kid Flash took her hand, giving her a soft smile in encouragement.

"Last six months only. And only what you need," Artemis consents. M'gann nodded respectfully, understanding her boundaries.

Flashes began to appear, each one a different memory. Memories of missions and time spent at Mount Justice, phone calls and texts with Superboy. Her time with Aunt Melody, and Jason being gone now, moved away. M'gann bypassed these, speeding past them like a train, and went straight to the mission they were on now, and Honeybee was grateful for that.

"The Watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyan desert," Batman said in the mission room. A map popped up behind him, revealing a map of Bialya. "Special Analytics revealed it was extraterrestrial in nature. Find out what happened, and what landed there." A photo of Queen Bee appeared behind Batman. "Bialya is a rogue state ruled by Queen Bee, and not apart of the UN's League charter. All communications are subject to interception. Maintain radio silence at all times. You will land in Quarac, on Bialya's border, two clicks from the hotzones"

Their world changed again, this time looking out from someone's eyes at a dark desert of Bialya.

"All clear," Robin's voice said. They were now looking over the edge of a sand dune at some kind of Bialyan military building.

"The Bialyan's control the site," Artemis said.

The image changed, and now they were by the sand dune Robin had put a GPS by.

"Set up here," Aqualad says, and Superboy drops the machine he was carrying on his back. It was the same machine from earlier, the technology towers.

"We'll be up and running in no time," Robin said, typing on the machine's keypad.

"Jackpot!" Wally said from behind Robin. "This site's lousy with Zeta Beam radiation."

Honeybee looked over Robin's shoulder.

"Robin seems to be picking up some non-terrestrial elements from the tent," Honeybee said.

"I'll go check it out in camouflage mode," M'gann – the eyes – said.

"Good idea, go," Aqualad told her. Superboy looked up from where he was fiddling with the machine.

"Be careful," he warns.

"And maintain telepathic contact," Aqualad said.

Honeybee's eyes popped open wide, and they were once again back in the desert.

"Aqualad!" all of them said in unison.

"Where is he? What happened next?" Robin said. M'gann sighed and looked at them regretfully.

"That's the last thing – I – we, remember."

Robin pulled up his hologlove and revealed the tracker mark on Aqualas as a red dot.

"Now that I know to look for him," Robin said, typing away to get more information on where Aqualad could be. Honeybee squinted her eyes and felt panic surge in her. "He's close, but he's not moving."

That could be really bad. Kaldur was an Atlantean, which meant a desert was the worst place to be for him, save a volcano. He would have been drying out all day from the lack of water.

Kaldur was within fifty feet, and they found him laid behind a sand dune.

"Du ra, vis ol may," he groaned in his sleep, speaking Atlantean. "Aga pa, olsey."

"I can't restore his memories in this state," Miss Martian said. Robin looked down at his friend seriously.

"He needs immediate rehydration," Robin said. "Call the Bioship."

"I can't, it's out of range," Miss Martian said. She turned to Kid Flash. "Can't you carry him back?"

"He's too heavy, and I'm too low on fuel," Kid Flash said. "Right now, I couldn't even carry her." He pointed at Artemis, who waved him off in frustration.

"Can't you just levitate him back?" Artemis asked.

"I can't," Miss Martian said. "I have to find Superboy. Six months ago he didn't exist, just animal impulse. I'm the only one who can help."

Honeybee stepped forward and took Miss Martian's hand.

"M'gann, Kaldur needs your help now," Honeybee said. "I'll go after Superboy first. He's nearly indestructible, he'll be fine for just a little longer." Superboy being in pain was something Honeybee wanted to end, no matter what, but right now, Kaldur laid in front of her, dying.

M'gann clutched her head in pain and then gave them all a stern glare.

"No! Superboy is in pain! I have to help him now!"

"M'gann, wait!" Artemis called after their friend.

"We still don't know what erased our memories!" Robin said, but it was no use.

She was gone.

Nobody ever lets me in
I can still see you.
This ain't the best view
On the outside looking in
And I've been a lot of lonely places
I've never been on the outside

Chapter Bible Verse:

"But God proves his own love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." - Romans 5: 8

I decided to do Downtime and start Bereft in the same chapter, because this story has kind of always had little downtime segments. I didn't include the lead-up to Clayface because I do not have the time nor the money to track down where I can buy a copy of the companion comic book. But, I think I managed to hit the beats I needed for later this chapter.

Still no decision on who I am pairing Honeybee with in the long run. I'm sorry, but this is a large decision and I'm just not sure at this point which one. I'm leaning towards Robin just because with the drafts I have Superboy and Honeybee just seem so platonic. But IDK, we'll see what happens!

Review Replies:

MsRosePetal: The pairing is still up in there, but I'm thankful for your input. Everyone's opinions are being weighed constructively against what I have planned and written, so we'll see! And yes! Honeybee is making progress! Honeybee moving past her anger and grief is the main theme of Season 1, so every step she takes makes me do a little happy dance too! And as for Jason, we will see him in person really soon, I promise! And his place in the Batfam will be addressed, and will help carve out Honeybee's eventual place in this universe. Thank you so much for leaving a review! Have a blessed day!

Guest: Thank you so much for your input! Superboy does deserve a lot more love. He's one of my favorite DC characters, and I'm really upset the new series Superman and Lois nor Supergirl have made the decision to not include him! At least not an authentic version of Conner Kent, not whatever Supergirl did. I too have trouble with Supermartian, but since it's such a huge part of the show's backbone for season one I am wont to not let it happen. Even if Honeybee is not paired with him, it's unlikely the two will get back together in Season 2, as I just can not ship it anymore. And I like Robin and Honeybee's platonic relationship and I like them having that relationship, but I still feel like their later selves make a strong pairing. I'll figure it out. And thank you so much for saying that about Jason! Jason Todd is my favorite DC character, I just love him, and I'm so glad you like what I've done with him! I put Betty in the Narrows and I was like "well, you know who else was there..." and the lightbulb clicked. Thank you for leaving a review, and have a blessed day!

Questions, comments, or concerns? Let me know! Have a blessed day!

-PrincessChess