AN: I'm actually really happy with how this reboot is going. Though, I am still working on my other projects (as well as planning a few others) I am mainly going to work on this story for the time being.

DISCLAIMER: I wish...

|MOUNT JUSTICE
|February 28, 09:03 EST

"Recognized: Green Arrow, 0-8; Black Canary, 1-3; Speedy B-2-3." A robotic feminine voice echoed through the cavern as I stepped out of what appeared to be a massive person-grinder with a blinding light coming from the center of it.

I rubbed my eyes, well, I rubbed my eye mask as I stepped forward into an underground cavern.

"Tommy, welcome to Mount Justice," Nightwing's voice greeted me.

Slowly my sight returned enough for me to examine my surroundings. The roof was about seventy feet up and looked to just be a big hollowed out cavern. The entire room was circular and about fifty feet in diameter. There was a large metal cylindrical thing hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. Behind me were two "Zeta-tubes," Oliver had called them, they were apparently teleportation tubes. On the other side of the room, directly opposite from me was a hall that lead to some other room. Just above the Zeta-tubes and the hall across the room were what appeared to be two observation platforms, but with no glass barrier. Before me stretched a tiled floor with a slightly raised metal platform where Nightwing stood smiling.

"Uh... Thanks," I muttered. I felt a little awkward around him still, after the whole chair incident.

"And, I might add," he added with a smile as I reached him, "welcome to the Team, Speedy."

He seemed very pleased, as if he'd been waiting to say that particular sentence for a while. "Thanks," I said again.

"Well?" Dinah asked from behind me, "What do you think?"

I took a moment to look around the room. "I think all of this looks really fancy for a team of sidekicks."

Nightwing cringed a little, "Yeah, we don't really like that word around here."

I shrugged, "You're the boss."

Nightwing put an arm on my shoulder and smiled at Dinah and Oliver, "I'll take him from here guys, this is Team business."

They both smiled, the seemed absurdly proud for some reason. Oliver looked at Nightwing, "Don't rough him up too much, I just got a new partner, don't need to go looking for another anytime soon."

Nightwing chuckled, "Don't worry, you'll get him back in one piece."

They both left, with one last glance in my direction.

"Recognized: Green Arrow, 0-8; Black Canary." The voice announced.

"Nice suit," Nightwing commented. "Where'd you get it?"

"I made it," I told him simply.

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly impressed, "Not too shabby."

"Hey, before we get with the whole... everything," I muttered, a bit unsure of myself, "can I ask something?"

He waved his hand in encouragement, "Anything."

"Who all... knows? About me?" I asked.

He sighed, "In what way?"

"My past. Who I am. Where I come from," I croaked anxiously.

Once more he put a hand on my shoulder. "Only Superboy, Miss Martian, Batgirl and I, other than Green Arrow and your mother, really know about your past with the Light," he assured me. "Other than that, everyone else just knows that you're Speedy, and you're Dinah's son that had been staying with your father until his passing."

I was still a bit tense, "And... that's enough for them?"

He gave a very warm smile, "They also know that I trust you, and that's enough for them."

I sighed, rather relieved. I looked up at him, I didn't realize that he was about six inches taller than me until that moment.

"You trust me?" I asked.

His smile didn't even falter, "I do."

I furrowed my brow, "I don't really understand how you can when-" I hesitated.

"When you don't even trust yourself?" He guessed what I was thinking. I took a step away from him unconsciously. "Tommy, I trust M'gann with my life. She looked in your head and swears that you're a friend, so that means that I trust you too."

His words made me feel a bit better, but I was still uncertain of myself. Before I could discuss it further, we were interrupted as the Zeta-tube next to the one I came through spinning to life.

"Recognized: Wonder Girl, B-2-1," the computer announced.

A blonde girl walked through the portal and jogged up to us. She wore a pair of running shoes with red capris jogging pants with two white stripes down the sides. Her top was a tight-fitting black sleeveless shirt with a golden double-W on the chest. Her hair was long and pulled away from her face by a plain black head band. Two silver stars hung from her earlobes which matched nicely with her silver bracelets.

"Ah, Cassie, just in time," Nightwing smiled.

"Hey, Nightwing," she smiled at him. She turned her dazzling blue eyes on me and said, "You must be Speedy."

My words caught in my throat for a moment. I couldn't tell if I was breathing. "Uh, only when there's food involved," was the only thing that came to my mind.

She giggled, letting out the sweetest sound I'd ever heard, "You're funny." She held out her hand to me, "I'm Wonder Girl, but you can call me Cassie."

I took her hand in mine, it was surprisingly calloused and strong for a girl. "I'm Speedy, but you can call me Tommy," I smiled.

"I asked Cassie here to show you around, since everyone else was busy," Nightwing told me. "Myself included. I need to work on translating the Krolotean intel from Malina Island."

"Uh, right. Krolotean..." I muttered, "they're the little alien invaders right?" Nightwing and Cassie just smiled at me. I shrugged, "OK, so I haven't gotten through all of the reading, OK?!"

"Hey, I'm just glad that you're doing the reading," Nightwing smiled, "Some of the newbies don't."

I furrowed my brow, "What? That sounds incredibly dangerous, what if they went up against someone that the Justice League already fought? They wouldn't know anything about them, when they could already know all they needed."

Nightwing just smiled at Cassie. She looked away and bit her lower lip. I started to get the feeling that I had said too much.

"Oh... uh, sorry," I muttered.

"It's OK," Cassie smiled, "I finished the reading eventually."

"Finished?" Nightwing smiled.

"Well..." she muttered, "Tommy! Why don't I take you on a tour!"

"Oh, O-K," I stammered as she grabbed my arm and pulled me through the hall.

"Have fun," Nightwing chuckled after us.

After we made it around a corner and down another hall, her still pulling me just as hard, I muttered, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not in any trouble or anything. I just didn't want Nightwing to give me a speech," she cut me off. "Also, I have to admit I'm pretty excited, we haven't had a new member since Blue Beetle last year, I got to help convince him to join the Team, but when it was time to show him around the Cave, I couldn't. But now you're here so when Nightwing asked me to, I automatically said yes!"

"That's great and all," I told her, "but could you please stop trying to rip my arm off?"

She stopped in the middle of the hallway. Blushing slightly, she let go of me. "Sorry."

I smiled at her, "It's OK."

"I get a bit excited sometimes," she explained.

"I could tell," I chuckled as I rubbed my shoulder, "You kind of remind me of my little sister."

She looked puzzled. "Little?"

We started walking down the hall. "Yeah, I have a little sister. You're a lot like her."

"Does that mean you think I'm immature?" She asked, she seemed equally offended and curious.

"Oh, no!" I stated quickly, "Not at all! I was just saying how you're-" She laughed as I stumbled over my words. I smiled, "Sorry, I'm not good with words..."

"It's OK, I understand what you meant," she laughed.

"Ah..." I laughed awkwardly.

What was wrong with me? I felt so uneasy around her. As if her mere presence was disrupting my brainwaves. And yet, when I looked at her, I couldn't help but smile. I felt like I was ill, but much worse than I had ever been before. She showed me through the entire mountain, and I mean that literally, the entire mountain was hollowed out for this base. They had everything here! From things you'd expect, like a training room, locker room, gym, showers, medical bay, but there were also rooms dedicated to things like trophies from missions and living quarters. It even had a kitchen with a lounge that had a massive TV that put Dinah's to shame. The entire tour took about an hour, mostly because Cassie just got really excited about telling me about random things, like how the massive sphere of metal in their hangar was really an alien and could turn into a motorcycle. Apparently the metal alien ball liked me, which weirded me out a bit. On the way back to find Nightwing, we ran into two more people. The first was a green monkey in a unitard. Not joking. There was seriously a human sized green monkey in a red and white unitard that stopped at his knees and biceps. The other was Robin, the boy wonder! He wore his usual outfit, a red combat suit with black accents and gloves with a yellow lined black cape and a black eye mask.

"Robin! Garfield!" Cassie greeted them. She half lead, half drug me over to them and presented me like an art project, "Meet the newest team member! This is Speedy."

"I thought Roy was Speedy," the green monkey, who must've been Garfield, said.

"He goes by Red Arrow now," Robin pointed out, "Or, is he retired?"

"I thought Garfield was an orange cat, not a green monkey," I blurted out. Garfield glared at me. "Sorry, can't really turn off the sarcasm," I scratched the back of my head, "Tommy Crane, I'm the new Speedy."

"Huh, noted," Garfield nodded.

I chuckled, "No hard feelings?"

He smiled at me, "Trust me, I've heard worse jokes from Nightwing."

Robin held out his hand and I shook it, "Nice to meet you, I'm the new Robin, so I can kind of get where you're coming from."

"So, 'Robin,'" I said, not letting go of his hand, though I noticed his grip was just as tight as mine, "any reason I don't get your real name?"

He smiled at me, "Sorry, secrecy comes with the whole 'working with Batman' thing."

I released his hand and smirked, "That's a bit sketchy, isn't it?"

He shrugged, "Hey, I'm not the new guy."

I raised my eyebrow at him, "You saying I can't be trusted, Bird-boy?"

He smirked back at me, "I'm saying, I've proven myself, Bow-boy."

"Well, I'll prove myself in no time flat, trust me," I glowered at him, a mischievous grin on my face.

He matched my grin, "Looking forward to it."

Cassie stepped in between us and pushed us apart, I didn't even realize that we had started to inch closer to each other. "Calm down boys, measure your bo staffs some other time."

Instantly we both took a big step back.

"We weren't-" I stammered.

"Uh huh," Cassie quirked her eyebrow at me. "Sure."

She and Garfield started to walk away, with Robin and me in tow. I could hear her mutter under her breath, "Boys..."

I couldn't really help myself from grinning.

We found Nightwing still working on his alien stuff in the main hall. He was working on some holographic computer like I had never seen before.

"Decryption completed." The computer announced. "Translation completed."

"Is that the Krolotean intel?" Robin asked as we all walked up.

"What Krolotean intel?" Garfield asked.

"The data files M'gann and J'onn recovered on Malina Island before it was destroyed," Nightwing told us.

"Huh, noted," Garfield commented.

"Glad to see you all seem to have met the new recruit," Nightwing smiled.

"Yeah, we bumped into each other on the way here," Cassie told him.

Nightwing looked back at his work. "Apparently, the Kroloteans were snatching humans to use as guinea pigs. They were hoping to find something. Something inside us." He told us. A shiver went down my spine at the idea that I was almost one of those experiments. I cannot say how relieved I was that the Team had found me.

"What?" Robin asked.

"There's no English word for it," Nightwing said, "the nearest translation is Meta-gene."

"What's a meta-gene?" I asked.

"Never met-a-Jean I didn't like," Garfield elbowed me. I smiled to humor him.

"Warning. Unknown energy impulse detected," The computer announced as sirens blared throughout the Cave.

Instantly my bow was in my hands with an arrow strung in it. Lightning started flashing in the center of the room, seemingly coming out of nowhere. Nightwing held out his hand silently telling us to fall back.

"Uh, is that normal?" I asked over the crackling sound of the energy ball forming in front of us.

"Definitely not," Cassie told me.

All of a sudden a massive metal pod of some form appeared out of thin air and crashed right in the center of the room. Some form of handle opened up and the door appeared to release.

"Stand ready," Nightwing ordered, drawing his escrima sticks.

Robin pulled out his bo staff and Wonder Girl dropped into a fighting stance. The door opened with a cloud of steam blocking all sight of what was inside, but it appeared vaguely human. A red gloved hand reached out from the pod and gripped the side before a young, maybe thirteen year old, boy in a white and red spandex suit with shaggy brown hair and a set of yellow goggles leapt out of the pod.

Throwing his hands in the air, he announced with a hearty, "Ta-da!"

"Who is-" I began to ask.

"Intruder Alert!" The computer answered my question before I could finish it. A very loud alarm echoed throughout the Cave. "Intruder alert!"

"Computer, lock down Cave," Nightwing ordered.

"Well, I think we found our unknown energy impulse," Garfield surmised.

"Impulse? That's so crash!" The intruder cheered. "Catchy. Dramatic. One word." He spoke a million miles a second. In an instant the intruder was behind Nightwing. "Like Nightwing." He dashed over and put an arm around my shoulders, "Or Speedy!" Once more he rushed away, this time appearing behind Garfield. "Or Beast Boy. Except, that's two words. Blue Beetle's two words. Is he here too?" He zoomed over to the hallway entrance. "Nevermind. Impulse can find that out for himself!" He laughed maniacally before striking a pose and rushing off down the hall.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"You four, take him down," Nightwing ordered.

"Four?" I asked. "So, me too?"

"Now!" Nightwing insisted.

Beast Boy morphed into a green cheetah and ran off after him. Wonder Girl flew behind him (apparently she can fly), with Robin and me right behind her.

"Guess that's a yes," I muttered as we ran after them.

I was almost a whole pace faster than Robin, but nowhere near as quick as Wonder Girl or a frigging cheetah, so when I made it to the kitchen, Robin was somewhere behind me and Wonder Girl and Beast boy were nowhere to be seen. What I could see was a red blur moving back down the hall towards me. I shot my arrow at it, but it didn't even get close. I could feel air rush past me.

"Ha! You're never gonna hit me with those!" A voice laughed behind me.

I turned and ran to follow him when too late, I saw Robin right in front of me. I crashed straight into him. We tumbled to the ground in a knot of arms and legs. Before I could pull away from him, his bo staff landed on me. My spine reared back, accidentally forcing my head right into his nose, as a jolt of electricity went through my body.

"Ah!" He complained, holding his nose.

"Ow!" I hissed as I tried to untangle myself from him.

"Get off of me!" He ordered.

"Oh, really? I thought maybe we could spoon some more!" I growled as I tried to get my glove unstuck from where his belt clipped to it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, mortified.

"Just hold still!" I commanded.

"Get off of me!" He repeated.

"Just shut up!" I groaned.

Suddenly a strong fist grabbed the back of my hood and the top of his cape and lifted us both up. I struggled as I tried to look and see who picked us up. After a moment of squirming, I looked over to see Cassie looking very unimpressed.

"I don't think I want to know what you two were doing," she said, "but if you remember, we have an intruder to catch!"

Robin seemed a bit defeated and rather embarrassed. I just chuckled.

"We were playing Twister, you should join us," I grinned.

She put us both down and smirked at me, "Maybe next time, arrow-boy."

She flew off after where "Impulse" had left, back towards the main hall.

I grinned at Robin as we ran after her, "She wants me."

He just grimaced.

When we got back to the main hall, Nightwing had already caught Impulse and handcuffed his hands and feet and put him in a chair that was literally just where the floor had raised itself to form a bench. Nightwing had left to go and get something, leaving the rest of us to interrogate.

"Talk," Robin ordered. "How did you get here?"

"You want me to talk? I'll talk! I love to talk! I talk all the time," he spoke as fast as he could. "I'm sort of a visitor, like for fun. Came to see the golden era, you know! The first Justice Leaguers and all that! When they were in their prime! Most people go to early New York City, but me? I don't see why it's so popular."

"Wait hold up," I stopped him, "early New York City? You mean like, the eighteen hundreds?"

"Well, some do. Some earlier than that, but like I said, I don't get it. I think it's boring, just a bunch of dirt streets and half built buildings," he said, "No. I wanted to come and see you guys! The elite! The best of the best!"

"So you're saying..." I trailed off.

"You're a tourist, from the future?" Robin finished my thought.

"Why so surprised?" Impulse laughed. "Half the meat at comic-con are from my era."

"Yeah, I don't buy it," I huffed.

"Me either," Cassie agreed, "I mean, I know Greek Gods, but time travel?"

"Greek Gods?!" I asked.

"Look, look, look, guys, we should all be friends. I'm really one of you! Part of the heroic legacy, right?" He offered. "My name's Bart Allen. You know, grandson of Barry Allen, the Flash?"

"Noted," Beast Boy remarked. "Not believed, but, noted."

"What's not to believe?" "Bart" asked, "I've clearly got Flash's speed. His amazing good looks. Frankly, I can't wait to meet him! Ah, you know, back when he was in his prime."

Nightwing walked back in with a glass of water. "Well, Bart, coming all the way from the future, you must've worked up quite a thirst."

He walked over and offered the glass of water to Bart who thanked him and began drinking.

"Oh! Ah," Bart exclaimed after a moment, "you're trying to get a DNA sample! You need my spit!" Bart went ahead and just spit in the glass. "Ha, that's such a Dick Grayson thing to do!"

"How did-" Robin muttered.

"See, I know stuff only a future boy would know!" Bart told us. He then looked from Nightwing to Robin, Beast Boy, Wonder Girl and me. "Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Garfield Logan, Cassandra Sandsmark, Thomas Crane."

"You're name's Tim?" Garfield asked Robin, then turning to Nightwing, "And yours is Dick?"

"So much for the secrecy," I chuckled.

"Oops! Spoilers," Bart cringed, "This secret identity thing is so retro. I mean, you can call me Impulse, or Bart, or Bart Allen or Bart 'Impulse' Allen. It's all crash."

"Tim" turned to "Dick," "Is it possible he might actually be telling the truth? Could he really be from the future?"

Garfield stepped forward, "Tell us something we don't know, yet. When do I become leader of the Team? When do I join the Justice League? When do I get my own reality series?"

"Sorry, B.B., never was the best history student," Bart replied, "Besides, we can't risk altering the time stream. We do that, we're all feeling the mode."

"And the mode... would be bad?" Gar asked.

"Doesn't get any worse!" Bart assured him. "Always better to crash the mode."

"Uh... noted?" Gar stated, seemingly much more confused than he was before.

I looked at him with doubting eyes. He didn't seem any different from anyone else, other than his vocabulary, maybe.

I stepped up, "So, 'Bart,'" I looked him in the face, "convince me."

He smiled, "You know, your grandson and I are actually friends where I come from, Tommy!"

I was taken aback, "My what?!"

"What? Is that really a spoiler? I mean, surely you at least have had your da-" He cut himself off. "Oh, doi! You can't yet! You're not a green-"

"OK," I held up my hand, "At this point, I think you'll do more damage than good if you keep talking." I stood up, "That is, if you really are from the future."

"Recognized: Malcolm Duncan, A-1-0." The computer announced.

"Ooh, sounds like a door opening somewhere," Bart smirked, "And that's my cue!"

His hands and feet started to vibrate intensely fast until the cuffs somehow fell through his hands.

He displayed his freed hands with a smile and said, "Bye-bye!"

He dashed off out of sight in an instant.

"Don't worry, the peregrine falcon is the world's fastest bird, he won't get away," Beast Boy said with confidence.

He turned and transformed into a little green bird of prey before flying after Impulse.

"Anyone going to tell him that the peregrine falcon is only the world's fastest bird when dive bombing their prey?" I asked.

"Doesn't stand a chance does he?" Tim asked.

"Nope," Nightwing answered, "Impulse is too fast." He handed the water cup to Tim and pulled up a map on the holocomputer, "But at least we can track him."

"You planted a tracer?" Tim asked, "It'll fall off at his speed."

"It won't," Nightwing corrected, "he drank it."

"Subcutaneous micro-tracker in the water!" Tim surmised, "Nice."

"Thanks," Nightwing smiled. "He's making a beeline for central city." Nightwing pulled out his phone to call someone.

"So... we're not gonna see him anytime soon," I muttered.

"Guess not," Cassie smiled.

"Well that was... eventful," I muttered.

"Yeah, it's rarely ever quiet around here," Cassie smiled.

"Welcome to the Team, Bow-boy," Robin smiled as he patted me on the back.

"Thanks Tim," I smirked, patting him on his shoulder. He frowned at me using his real name.

"Huh," Cassie sighed as she walked away, "boys."

AN: Feel free to leave a review! I encourage you to leave all of the criticism that you can. And as always, thank you for reading.