He didn't go to the shore today. He stayed in his room and stared at his ceiling, flat on his back. If he went out, one of them – Robin, most likely – would try to talk to him. He always spotted something off before the others. For some reason, Batman's partner just didn't ever leave something alone either. He just refused to let him wallow.

So he stayed in his room and did it in privacy. If the Gotham native invaded his territory, it'd be the first time.

His current subject of wallowing wasn't a new one. It just had a new…light to it after recent events.

Simply, was he a Kryptonian or a human? They'd found information on Cadmus, on him. Superman was only used for half of his DNA code. The other half was Lex Luthor. Superman hated Luthor…

So what did that make him? Human? Kryptonian? A hybrid mongrel. Or just nothing. Nothing worth giving a label to.

He absently wondered if he could take his mid-life crisis early. Most people hit middle age when that happened, and they did something reckless to get things in perspective. Technically, he wasn't even a year old yet. Superboy was a teen hero, and anything reckless was more likely to hurt other people.

Maybe he could do something normal?

What was normal? Some people said there was no such thing. There was average, but there wasn't normal.

That left him coming back to the question: what was he?

Was he a person or a thing? People thought; people felt.

I think therefore I am.

I am what?

Was he even real?

From the hall, light, barely-there footsteps trailed toward his room. Someone knocked at his door, and he ignored it. Someone kept knocking, and he didn't acknowledge it in any way. Eventually, the knocking stopped and the door slid open, revealing the kneeling form of the team's hacker extraordinaire. The little cord to his glove-computer was slipping back into the glove as he stood up.

He smiled and waved.

"Hi."

Superboy thought about blatantly ignoring him, but thought better of it. No doubt Robin would retaliate in some annoying manner.

"Did you just break into my room?"

"Nah," he dismissed, "I didn't break anything, and I'm not actually in your room," he gestured to the threshold of the doorway he stood in a 'See?' manner.

"What do you want?"

Robin leaned against the door and shrugged. "Just checking."

Superboy sat up without urgency.

"Checking what?"

"To see if you'd drown yourself in your own un-joy and sorrow."

Despite the made-up word thrown in there, Superboy got what Robin was trying to say. And he didn't appreciate it. Rather than any false reassurances, the hulking teen turned his head away and did something halfway between a scowl and a pout.

The shorter raven haired boy sighed. "You know, just because you have, like, three dads, doesn't mean we love you any less, right?"

He frowned. "Three?"

"Superman, Luthor, and Desmond."

The 'duh' was implied in his tone.

"Oh, and don't worry. I hear baldness isn't hereditary. Insanity though…well, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Lies!" Wally screamed as he suddenly pushed past Robin and hung onto the door frame, "You're doomed, man! Totally doomed!"

Robin and Superboy both stared at the red-head. Not because he'd suddenly come up out of nowhere and said something random; that was his normal. But he was literally vibrating in place. That was new.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"Haveyoueverhadredbullbefore?"

He sounded very much like a chipmunk.

"What?"

"He asked," Superboy said, "have you ever had Red Bull before?"

Robin's jaw dropped dangerously low. Wally's eyes flicked over every surface in the room, rapidly skimming everything. His face twitched around his eyes mostly. Waiting until his eyes flicked to that corner of the room again, Robin swiftly threw a pair of birdarangs at Wally who easily side-stepped them.

He turned excited green eyes towards Robin.

"Wally, you have to calm down. We need to calm you down."

"Youhavetocatchmefirst!"

With an insane cackle, Wally sped away.

"Oh, for the love of Kevlar!" Robin dragged a hand down his face. "Are you gonna help with this?"

There was a crash somewhere, and what sounded like Artemis threatening to shoot Wally from a catapult. Robin ran off before he could answer.

He didn't have answers to his identity crisis. Not the ones he was looking for anyway. One thing he did figure out? He was one of them.

Superboy reluctantly got up to go find Megan. She'd probably be able to bake something to lure their speedster. There was no point in trying to catch him with speed alone.

Down the hall, he heard something solid slam into something even more solid and metallic.

"Kid! Would you stop trying to go through walls already?"

"What is happening?"

Kaldur sounded as if he was sincerely hoping for a reason that made sense. For once. It was...charming how optimistic he insisted on being.

"Iwasalmostthroughthattime!"

His team was crazy.

I think, therefore I am. My team is crazy, therefore if I am part of that team, what does that make me?