"Let me see!" insisted Bart Allen, aka Impulse, pushing (at least attempting to) Superboy out of the way.

"In a second, let Robin finish!" growled Superboy, returning the push and sending Impulse sprawling.

"It looks like some sort of… travel device," mused Robin. "I don't know how it's powered though, or how to even turn it on."

"Well what does this switch do?" asked Impulse, flipping it.

"No, you little idiot don't-"

Zap!

"-touch that!" finished Superboy.

"Ow, my head," said Robin, rubbing at his spiky hair.

"All it did was clean up the cave," said Impulse, disappointed. "Aw man, my portraits are gone!"

"Ok, that could have been worse," said Robin. "Let's just put the device away and- look out!" Robin twisted out of the way of an assailant that dropped down on him from the ceiling. "We're under attack from-"

"Robin," said Impulse.

"Impulse?" asked Impulse.

"Tim?" asked Superboy.

"What are you wearing?" asked Superboy.

"I'm so confused," said Robin.

Robin nodded.

…..

Tim had been having a fairly normal day. He'd been hanging at the cave with Bart, and Conner had shown up, and a mega sparing match had ensued, until a large flash happened in the main room, and he had gone to investigate. The flash had apparently brought three intruders into the cave. The problem? The intruders looked very much like them. With one big exception…

"Your hair…" said Bart.

Impulse cocked his head to the side. "My hair? It's pretty cool, right?"

Superboy snorted.

"Who are you?" asked Tim.

"I'm Robin," said Robin. He gestured at his companions. "This is Young Justice."

"How are you Robin?" asked Superboy. "That's Robin!"

Tim smiled slightly. "Alternate dimension?"

Robin nodded. "Totally. That device Impulse messed with didn't clean the cave-"

"Then how do you explain the lack of dust and spray paint?" demanded Impulse.

"This is an alternate dimension. These are alternate 'us'es!" said Tim.

Superboy looked Conner up and down. "Well obviously they didn't pour quite as much style into your test tube…."

"What?" growled Conner. "You seriously want to talk about clothing choices?"

"Just lemme touch it!" pleaded Bart, making a grab at Impulse's hair.

"No, stop it!" said Impulse, pushing Bart's hands away.

"Gosh Impulse, it must be so annoying when people just randomly grab stuff," said Robin.

"How does his hair do that? It's almost gravity defying," said Tim.

"Oh, I don't know. Future stuff," said Robin.

"I have my mom's hair!" yelled Impulse as he ran past, followed by Bart.

"Robin, your hair in this universe sucks," complained Superboy.

"You came to an alternate universe and all you want to talk about is hair?" said Conner, raising his eyebrows.

"We could compare backstories," offered Robin.

"Or feet," added Impulse. "Ha, look at your tiny little baby feet!"

"I don't have tiny feet, you have humongous feet!" Bart said defensively.

"They can go last," decided Tim. "Ok, well our team was founded by the first Robin, Superboy here, Aqualad, and Kid Flash-"

"I'm Impulse!" shrieked Impulse.

Tim furrowed his brow. "Ok? Anyways, Kid Flash-"

"Impulse!" insisted Impulse.

"Um, I think this team may have been founded by your cousin, Imp," said Robin.

"It was," verified Bart.

Impulse sat cross legged on the floor and pouted.

"Anyways, our team's been around for about five years, and Impulse is actually the most recent addition."

"At least I was still a founding member," Superboy said to Impulse. Impulse stuck his tongue out at him.

"Cool," said Robin. "Well all just sort of spontaneously started our team and we've only been around for- how long?"

Impulse shrugged. "Time doesn't really make sense."

"Anyway, we're a pretty good team. I'm the tech and ninja guy, Imp is the speedster-"

"And I have my tactile telekinesis!" finished Superboy.

"Your what?" asked Conner.

"My tactile telekinesis! You know, our most awesome power?"

"I don't have that," said Conner.

Superboy gasped and drew back. "What are you? He whispered.

"So are mentors as much of a pain in this universe?" asked Impulse. "Cause Max is always on my back about balancing school and the team-"

"Who's Max? Justletmetouchit," asked Bart.

"My mentor, duh. Noleavemyhairalone!" said Impulse.

"My mentor is the Flash. CanIseeyourgogglesthey'redifferantthanmine."

"Well my Flash is kinda annoying. DonttouchmyfaceIdontlikeitwhenpeopletouchmyface!"

"Maybe you- OhmygoshyoureyesareGOLD!" shrieked Bart.

"Yeah? So?" Impulse asked, making a grab for his mask as Bart pulled it out of reach.

"Your universe is weird!"

"Ours is weird? You all have no style and you get ordered around like a bunch or sidekicks!" said Superboy.

"Why do you get gold eyes and I don't?" complained Bart.

"Well since it's an alternate universe there will be significant differences," said Tim.

"How do we make then go back to their universe?" asked Conner.

"We could just tell Impulse not to touch dangerous stuff and see what happens," suggested Superboy.

"Hey!"

"That's a bad idea," said Robin. "And you know Impulse can't totally help himself, it's that video game mindset."

Superboy elbowed Conner. "Yeah, I bet you guys have just as much fun hanging around with a two year old as we do."

"You're two?" Bart asked Impulse.

"Phht, no, that would be ridiculous. I'm three now," said Impulse.

"You're two?" Tim said, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Oh my gosh, we let a two year old fight supervillains!"

"I'm not two!" protested Bart.

"Neither am I!" added Impulse.

"Shh, I'm watching this," said Superboy, pushing Impulse.

"How are you two?" Robin asked Impulse.

"Rapid aging. It was fixed after I got to the past. And I'm three," said Impulse.

"Your universe really is weird," said Tim.

"I'm hungry. Can we go back now? Max is going to be seriously on my case if I miss school," said Impulse.

"We really should get back," said Robin.

"Yeah, the world can only take so much Superboy," said Superboy with a flick of his hair.

Conner rolled his eyes.

Robin stood up and looked around "Now, we need to find-"

"This?" said Impulse, holding up the device that had brought them there.

"Where did you- never mind. Alright, it was nice to meet you all-"

"Mutual," said Tim.

"Just once?" Bart begged.

"Fiiiiiine, said Impulse, letting Bart reach out and grab a lock of hair, Bart pulled, and as soon as he let go it sprang back into the gravity defying style that practically floated around the speedsters head.

"Kewl, right?" said Impulse proudly.

Bart nodded "So crash!"

Superboy put an arm around Conner, ignoring the glare he was given. "Well, it was great meeting another me, even though you obviously are a little style and power impaired."

Conner rolled his eyes again and shrugged away.

"Alright, you all better back away," ordered Robin. "Impulse, flip the switch."

"Ok!"

Zap!

"Are we back?" asked Superboy. "We must be back, I feel nauseous."

"We are back!" said Impulse, tossing the device over his shoulder.

Robin winced as it hit the ground. "Yep, definitely back.

"There's no place like home," Impulse said, staring affectionately at the faces spray-painted on the ceiling.

…..

"Well that was weird," said Tim.

"I don't have gold eyes," muttered Bart walking off.

"Let's keep this between ourselves," said Conner.

Tim looked at him quizzically. "Why?"

"I don't want it getting out that there's another me that actually enjoys wearing a monkey suit."

Tim rolled his eyes behind his mask.