A/N: I finally finished it! I've been procrastinating big time on this one, mostly because this was probably one of my least favorite episodes, but I degress...Thank you guysso much for the reviews, favs, and alerts! We're getting close to 50! Unbelievable! Without any of you lovely people, this story would've probably stopped at Chapter 5 :)

Okay, now I have something to ask of you guys. I'm a little, admittedly, stuck on what to write for this next chapter, because I really want to do something that doesn't go along with the episodes. I have a few ideas floating around in my head, all having to do with Echo and Artemis interactions, but they don't seem too good to me. So, after you finish this chapter, if you could review and tell me what you might like to happen with the two girls (whether it be a mission, hanging out, etc), I would most likely love you forever and ever and ever and ever...

"She shoots, she scores! And The Wall-Man is left in the dust!" I hollered, waving my arms in the air as the score projected above them changed from 09 to 10. "I told you, I rock at this game."

"Yeah, yeah," he scowled, taking a bite out of the banana he was holding. "Cut me some slack, I'm playing one-handed here."

"It only takes one hand to play air hockey, stupid," Robin smirked, from the side of the holographic projection in front of them. It was the only game the computer had programmed into it, and we had been playing it in rounds for hours now. The current champions were me and Kid Flash, and we had both been smack-talking each other for a while now.

"OH! What now?" Wally yelled as he tied the score. "In your face!"

"Bitch please," I grumbled under my breath, waiting impatiently for the puck to appear on the table again.

"Don't you think you're getting a little too into this?" my opponent asked.

I scored again, smirking evilly as he groaned. "Nope." We were too busy with their game to pay any attention to the computer announcing their missing teammate's arrival, until he walked straight through their game. The two of us let out loud protests, and I stomped my foot childishly, glaring at his retreating back, "Uh, rude, much?"

"Hi Superboy," Megan began when he didn't look up at them. "How was Metropolis?"

"From what I'm seeing," I began. "Not too good."

"Mhm," Wally agreed.

Someone cleared their throat, and the group turned toward the sound, only to find Black Canary and Martian Manhunter standing there. "Ready to train?" Canary asked, smiling. I rolled my eyes and jogged over to my mentor.

"Thanks for the memo, BC."

"No problem, kiddo," Canary replied in the same sarcastic tone, ruffling my hair. I pushed away her hand and hurriedly fixed what she messed up.

"Black Canary, Uncle J'onn!" Megan greeted, flying over to them and hugging her uncle.

"M'gann, I was in the neighborhood," he began, putting a hand on her shoulder. "So I thought I'd see how you were adjusting."

"A few bumps, but...I'm learning."

"That is all I can ask for." You would have to be blind not to notice the angry jealous look that flashed across Superboy's face as he witnessed the two Martian's encounter. I felt sympathy bubble in my stomach as he turned away, making me rush after him and pull on his arm.

"Superboy, wait, we've got to train," I muttered, but he didn't budge. Literally, he didn't even move his feet and I was pulling on him with all my strength. The most he did was turn around and cross his arms, looking down at me expectantly.

I rolled my eyes at him. If he wants to act like a bitchy little girl, fine. Not my problem. "If you wanna be that way, whatever," I scowled, making my way across the room to stand next to Robin and Miss M. Superboy stared after me, but didn't say anything else. That boy brings a whole new meaning to the word 'stubborn.'

Canary walked over to the middle of the floor, which lit up a bright white light. "I consider it an honor to be your teacher. Everything I've learned from my own mentors," she winced as she took off her jacket, and I noted that her wound was still hurting her. I was the one to wrap it this morning. That stupid Amazo robot really did a number on the League.

"What happened?" Megan gasped, eyes widening.

"The job," she answered tonelessly. "Now, combat is about controlling conflict – putting the battle on your terms. You should always be acting, never reacting. I'll need a sparring partner."

I stepped away from Superboy, about to volunteer, when Wally eagerly raised his hand, "Right here! Yup." He walked up to her, smirking, and took a bite out of the banana before he threw it away. "After this...swish...I'll show you my moves."

I gagged a little, shuddering and holding my stomach. "Ew," I groaned, making Robin snicker. Canary's like, my mom. That's disgusting.

Canary grinned, throwing a punch that KF blocked. He smirked for a second at the accomplishment, only to be knocked over once Canary swiped her leg out and knocked him on his back. He groaned, sprawled on the ground pathetically. "Ah...It hurts so good..."

"Good block," she commended, helping him up. "But can anyone tell me what he did wrong?"

"Oh oh!" Robin grinned, raising a hand. "He hit on the teacher and got served?" I snorted, and pounded my fist against his.

"Burn!" I shouted.

"Dude," KF groaned, holding his arm.

"He allowed me to dictate the terms," Black Canary began, fixing me with a glare. I shrunk back, the grin disappearing from my face. I hated it when she gave me 'the look.' She seems to do it a lot, too, doesn't she?

Superboy scoffed, bringing all of our attention to him, "Please. With my powers the battle is always on my terms." Oh, you should not have said that. "I'm a living weapon. And this is a waste of my time." Oh you definitely shouldn't have said that, either.

Canary smirked, her eyebrows raised in amusement. "Prove it."

He looked surprised for a minute, before he schooled his face and strode over to her confidently. They stood there, sizing each other up. Canary moved to a defensive pose, and Superboy mimicked her. I couldn't help but smirk a little, nudging Robin.

"This is gonna be good," I whispered, and he nodded eagerly.

Superboy was the one to throw the first punch – which ended up being the last. Canary easily dodged his arm, and grabbed it, throwing him across the ring and onto his back. Robin laughed loudly, pointing at the fallen clone. Aqualad nudged him, and he put his hands over his mouth in a feeble attempt to stop. I have to admit, it was hilarious. Supey needed to be taken down a couple of notches.

Obviously, he couldn't take losing, and growled like a wolf as he rolled to his feet. "You're angry, good. Don't react. Chanel that anger to –" Superboy ran at her, cutting her off. When he got close enough, she flipped over his shoulders and swiped his legs out from under him in the same move she used on Kid. Robin snickered (actually, it sound more like giggling) and covered his mouth with his hands again.

"That's it," Superboy growled, standing up. "I'm done."

"Training is mandatory," Canary said as he shook off the hand she placed on his shoulder. She was about to continue, when the alarm sounded and a screen appeared, projecting Batman's head to us.

"Batman to the Cave." We all walked over to the screen. "Five hours ago, a new menace attacked Green Arrow and Black Canary. The attacker was capable of studying and duplicating the powers and abilities of its opponents. Green Arrow called in reinforcements, which had been proved disastrous as our foe gained more and more power with each new combatant."

"Whoa," KF gasped as we all stared in shock. I definitely didn't hear that part of the story. "One guy with the powers of the entire League?"

"In the end, it took eight Leaguers four hours to defeat and dismantle the android."

"An android?" Robin interrupted. "But who made it? T. O. Morrow?"

"Good guess, Robin, but Red Tornado doesn't think so."

"The technology bears the signature of Professor Ivo," Manhunter explained, and all of our eyes widened.

I shook my head, still in shock, "It can't be...he's dead."

Black Canary glanced at me over her shoulder with a frown, "Or so we all thought...Or hoped."

"To make certain that this threat was permanently neutralized, we're sending two trucks carrying the android's parts two two seperate STAR Lab facilities in Boston and New York for immediate evaluation. Every precaution is being taken; we'll have four decoy trucks to create confusion in case Ivo, or anyone, tries to recover the remains." Oh, so we're babysitting a truck full of scrap metal now. "You will split into undercover teams to safeguard the two real trucks."

"Yes!" KF cheered. "Road trip!"

Superboy, however, wasn't nearly as pleased. "So now we take out your trash?"

"You had something better to do?" Batman asked. As much as I would've liked to shout 'burn' again, I decided that now probably wouldn't be the best time...at all.

After a few seconds of silence and Superboy fuming to himself, Kaldur's PDA-type-thingy beeped, and he announced that we had received the coordinates for our mission. "We're on our way."

We all sat in the woods beyond the scene of where the League fought Ivo's robot themselves, our respective motorcycles underneath us. The team was using the ones provided by the League, while I decided to just use my own. Sure, it was a bright – almost neon – yellow and stuck out like a sore thumb, but I loved it so much I could never ride any other one.

Once the trucks pulled out, our group split in half. Superboy, Robin, and I took the one headed to Manhattan, while Miss Martian, Aqualad, and Kid Flash were going to Boston. I kicked the kick-stand and sped off, hardly looking back to see if my two partners were following me. I could see Superboy on my left out of the corner of my eye, hunched over his bike broodingly, while Robin was leisurely trailing behind us.

After a few moments of silence, Robin couldn't take it anymore, "If dislike is the opposite of like, is aster the opposite of disaster? See, instead of things going wrong, they go right."

I rolled my eyes, "Only if jected is the opposite of dejected. Superboy, how you holding up back there? You're oddly quiet and to be frank, it's kinda freaking me out."

"Clearly, he's not feeling the aster," Robin answered for him. "What's wrong?"

"Canary," he replied, sounding frustrated. "And what business does she have trying to teach combat skills to a guy with super strength?"

"Taking down stronger guys is a part of the gig. Canary learned that the hard way, same thing with Batman and, well, me."

"You can't always rely on your strength to solve your problems, Superboy," I said, dropping back to be side to side with him. "One of these days, you might just find that..." He revved the engine to drown out my preaching, and sped up to get closer to the truck, leaving us in the dust. "Well that was rude."

"He's clearly not feeling the aster."

High pitched laughter suddenly filled the area as about a dozen strange robot-monkeys flew in from the field beside us. That's right, Robot Flying Monkeys. My mouth dropped open as they latched on to the truck, giggling excitedly. Where the hell did they come from?

"Robin, Echo, Superboy," Aqualad said over our comlink. "Our truck is under attack."

Robin snorted, "Kinda figured."

Superboy growled loudly, "I hate monkeys."

"Robot monkeys?" Robin snickered. "Totally Ivo's tweak style!" He pressed a button on his bike, and the back shot out, creating some kind of hover-craft robot thing. It was really weird. "Hey, switch your bike to battle mode!"

"No point," Superboy answered, and I barely had time to swerve out of the way as he leaped off his bike and onto the side of the truck. Robin, however, wasn't so lucky. He barely had time to grapple to the side of the truck, or else he would've been smeared all over the pavement.

"Get up here," Robin said to me, holding onto the back and kicking off a few monkeys.

"Chill out, I'm working on it." I was looking for a way to get onto the truck without injuring my bike, but I found that I had no choice. Great. Glancing down at my baby, I patted the face one more time, muttering my apology, before leaping onto where the passenger door was located. I opened the door and climbed inside, slamming it shut behind me to keep the monkeys out. The driver looked at me, his eyes wide with panic. He looked like he was going to pass out. "That's it, I'm gonna drive."

Within seconds, I was sitting in the driver's seat, hunched over the wheel and desperately trying to figure out how to work it. "If I just keep my foot on the pedal, than maybe we'll be okay," I muttered to myself, just as an explosion was heard from outside the truck, and it swerved dangerously. "Oh god we're gonna die."

Suddenly, Robin's face appeared over the side, peering into the window. "Get him out!" he shouted, and I nodded, kicking open the door and grabbing the semi-conscious driver, before tumbling out onto the road and into the cornfield.

"Oh ow," I moaned, rubbing my tailbone and sitting up next to Robin, who I had landed beside. He sat up too, and we both grabbed the driver, before carefully walking him out onto the road. Obviously, he didn't know how to handle the fall as well as Robin and I, and he collapsed as soon as we were out of the corn.

We turned around to watch the monkeys fly off with the box of Amazo parts, and sighed. Well, mission failed. It suddenly dawned on me that there were originally three of us. "Wait...where's Superboy?"

A loud roar made us whirl around, and we saw Superboy lift the roll the semi off of him like it was nothing. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced up at the monkeys, bending his legs. "What is he doing?" I asked Robin warily, and before we knew it, he took a huge leap to follow the monkeys.

"Superboy!" But it was no use, he ignored us and kept going.

"Aqualad to Robin, we lost our cargo. Did you –"

He sighed,"It's gone."

"And, unfortunately, so is Superboy," I added. "Wow, this day just keeps getting better and better."

"Aqualad to Superboy, radio your position; we'll help you," Aqualad said.

"Don't want help!" Superboy stated. "Don't need any!" There was a slight click, and then silence.

"Superboy? Superboy?"

"Uh, I think he ditched his com," Robin remarked.

"Super!" Wally groaned. "Now we can't even track him!"

"He's out of my telepathic range," Miss M said after a moment. "This Professor Ivo, if he is alive, seems to be two steps ahead of us...Maybe we-we should contact Red Tornado?"

"Tornado always tells us to handle things ourselves," Aqualad said. "And the mission can still succeed if we recover the parts before they're reassembled."

I glanced at the monkey that we busted up on the ground next to me, and knelt down to look at it's back. It had some sort of control panel on it's back, with what looked almost like a USB port. "Robin," I hissed. "Come look at this."

"Well, that's a great plan! Except for the part about us not knowing where to look!" Kid is being such a Debby Downer today.

Robin crouched down next to me and squinted at the monkey. "Maybe we do..." he pulled a cord out of his glove and plugged it into the monkey's back. "We'd have heard by now if the decoy trucks have been attacked. So how did these monkeys know which trucks to target?" The holographic screen popped up, and I glanced over his shoulder to see a map with two blinking red dots. "Ha! The parts have GPS! The monkeys can track the signal, which means I can track them with the one we captured. Looks like the two sets of parts are converging on...Gotham City."

"That far south?" Aqualad asked after I groaned loudly. "M'gann and I wont get there anytime soon. I'm sending Kid on ahead to meet you. Aqualad out."

"Well, this is definitely a disaster," I muttered, kicking a pebble as we both called our bikes to meet us.

"Heavy on the dis," Robin added.

Twenty minutes later, Robin and I were speeding down one of the country roads towards Gotham City, not bothering to wait for KF. Rob had already changed back into his costume, and I just kept the clothes I had on, on. It was the same thing as my costume, anyways, except with pants instead of tights. I saw a flash of yellow beside me, and I turned my head slightly to see Kid keeping pace with us. "Hey, look who finally showed up."

"So you changed, too?" Robin asked.

"You kidding?" he snorted. "I feel naked in civvies."

"Incredibly poor choice of words, Wallace," I grimaced, hunching farther down on the bike with slight disgust.

"You know you like it. Anyways, you guys still tracking the parts?"

"They were heading through Gotham," Rob answered. "But they veered...Wait, they're at my school!"

We all shared a look, before speeding up and taking a left towards Gotham Academy. "What the hell are the parts doing in here?" I hissed as we skidded to a stop outside the gymnasium.

"Dunno...KF, you go around, and Echo and I will go in through these doors."

"Gotcha!" He saluted us, then sped off to wherever Rob directed him, as the both of us slipped inside the doors. My mouth dropped open in shock at seeing Superboy in the gym, fighting the now-reassembled Amazo. In the stands, a small man was sitting at the stands with a few robot monkeys, watching the two duke it out intently. That, obviously, was Ivo.

Amazo kept hitting Superboy with strength I'm sure he aquired from Superman, effectively knocking him down. Just as he was about to smash him even more into the wood floor, Wally ran in and grabbed Supey, shouting "yoink!" as he did so. He set him down next to us, and Robin through an exploding disk at Amazo.

"Martian Manhunter," he said robotically, and turned intangible, allowing the disk to pass through him with ease. He began to rise up on a tornado and flew at us. "Access: Red Tornado."

Superboy and Robin were blown into the stands, as Wally and I were flung back against the wall. Amazo towered over us, and lifted a hand as a faint whirring noise filled the air "Access: Captain Atom." Wally gasped, grabbing me around the waist and running away as a large explosion sounded behind us. He set me down behind the bleachers, and I ran in a full sprint towards the android, releasing a powerful scream.

"Access: Black Canary." My eyes widened, as he opened his mouth to copy my actions. At first, the waves bounced off of each other, but he was clearly more powerful, and I could feel my feet slipping across the gym floor. He suddenly directed the wave towards my feet, and I was thrown backwards into Kid, who was coming up behind me.

"Sorry," I winced, rolling off of him. We both laid there for a moment as Superboy tried to punch Amazo, but he caught his hand and whipped him over Robin's head. The Boy Wonder through another disk at him, but the android swung his arms around like whips – a product of Plastic Man's powers, most likely – and destroyed them. Kid ran at him again, only to be picked up in a bear-hug like hold, being squeezed by Amazo like a boa constrictor would do to its prey.

Wally groaned in pain, and it looked as if the bones in his arms were about to break, if it wasn't for the arrow that appeared out of nowhere. The arrow phased through the android, making him drop Kid, who quickly ran away. Superboy and I both came at him at the same time, hoping to catch him off guard. I released a loud scream in the hopes that it would distract him from Superboy.

"Access: Black Canary," he stated, grabbing Superboy's fist and swinging him around to hit me. We both landed in the bleachers, crashing through the boards and to the floor. I seem to be getting thrown around a lot today, don't I?

Superboy stood, pushing some wood off of us, and offering a hand to help me up. He paused, breathing heavily, and his eyes widened with some sort of realization. "Access Black Canary," he repeated.

"Ugh, yawn," Ivo sighed, holding a hand to his mouth lazily. "Normally Amazo would study and mimic your abilities during battle, but what's the point? You're all such poor copies of the originals."

"So everyone keeps saying," Superboy remarked, crouching down to jump across the gym towards Ivo. "It makes me angry!"

The wimpy little man barely had time to move before Superboy's fists crashed into where he was just sitting. "You wanna see me channel that anger?" he yelled, whirling around to face him.

"Oh great, he's gone ballistic again," Wally said as I joined them on the court.

"Actually, I think he might be channeling the anger," I replied.

"Amazo! Protect your master! Priority Alpha!" Ivo shouted, leaping out of the way to avoid Superboy's wrath. He was hit with a blast of energy from Amazo, who had once again used Captain Atom's powers.

Robin sprinted over to Ivo, who was being picked up by his monkeys, and kicked him. "Anyone wanna play keepaway?" he snickered.

"Oh! Oh! Me! Me!" Kid hollered, running around from the other side to pick the scientist up.

"Access Superman." Amazo stomped his foot, ripping up the gym floor and making Wally fly up to the bleachers. I went in afterwards, grabbing Ivo by his twiggy arm and flinging him up in the air and screaming powerfully enough to make him slam into the ceiling. Robin tumbled in front of me and through a disk, which Amazo phased through. What the android wasn't anticipating, though, was Superboy's fist going through his head. He phased back and his head exploded into tiny pieces.

Superboy flew back into the bleachers on his butt, and I ran over to help him up as Robin made his way over to Amazo, who had fallen over without a head. "Help me diassemble him! Now!"

"Dude, the guy has no head," KF pointed out.

"He couldn't come after us, even if he tried," I felt compelled to add, before my attention was directed to the doors, which Miss M and Aqualad burst through. "Well, it took you long enough!"

"Don't take any chances with the android," Aqualad said, ignoring me, and began to help rip parts of him off.

"Superboy!" M'gann gasped, helping him up. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," he answered, looking at Robin and I. "Feeling the aster."

I groaned, "Oh god, it's becoming a thingnow?"

"Hey, where's Ivo?" Kid asked, drawing our attention away from the android. We looked around, only to find the scientist and his monkeys missing.

"Last I saw him, he was flying skyward to the rafters," I snorted. "He must've escaped while we weren't looking."

"Sneaky," he snorted, before running to pick up the arrow sticking out of the floor. "Hey, souvenir!"

I took in its green fletching, and my mouth dropped open. Oh, someone is gonna have some explaining to do tomorrow!

"The Amazo android is in pieces again," Aqualad announced as we stood before BC, Red Tornado, Green Arrow, and Batman. "Safely being analyzed at the two STAR Labs. But, Ivo escaped, and since he originated the tech, he's arguably more dangerous than the android."

"Capturing the Professor will be a League priority," Canary replied, and Manhunter picked it up from there.

"But we understand your mission encountered other complications." We all turned to stare accusingly at Superboy, who gave us a 'what?' face, before looking away.

"Complications," Batman began, stepping forward. "Come with the job. Your ability to handle them has impressed the League."

"The whole League?" Superboy prodded.

"Given time, yes. Kryptonians, as you know, have very hard heads." I snorted. That's for sure. "Of course, there's no shame in asking for help; that's why the League exists. Because there's some problems even we can't handle individually."

"Please," Robin scoffed. "If we needed help we'd never get the chance to ask. Look familiar?" He pulled the arrow out of nowhere and held it in front of him. "You were following us! Babysitting! You still don't trust us!"

Batman took the arrow from Robin and handed it to GA, who pulled out his own to compare it to. The heads were completely different, we all noted, which confirmed my suspicions. "We didn't follow you."

"And that's not your arrow," Robin frowned. "But that means –"

"Speedy!" Kid finished for him. I winced audibly, sharing a look with Canary and Green Arrow.

"He has our backs," Aqualad continued as they all gathered around to see the arrow when Kid raced to grab it again.

I didn't have it in me to tell them any different, especially because I knew that if I did, they would most likely hate him for it. The truth was, that arrow wasn't Roy's. He didn't have our backs. He didn't care about any of us. Roy's deserted us for good, and he wasn't coming back.

No, the truth was, that arrow belonged to someone else entirely. And boy was she going to get it the next time I see her.