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She came inside a ship this time- meaning there was a plan to go back home, but there was a problem with the atmospheric entrance so stasis was a safety precaution. Superman glanced back at the two Lanterns trying to keep a calm reaction.
"I'm a bit busy with my unconscious cousin here so I can't give a grand tour of the place, but you are free to explore... at your own risk" He chuckled remembering Kara's reaction to Krypto.
"So," Guy attempted to speak before a squeal rang through the fortress of solitude
"Krypto!" Superman commanded as he moved down the corridor, "NO!"
Green Lanterns followed Superman to the room the pod of the ship was moved to. They witnessed a comedic scene as a blond girl clad in red and blue, with the iconic logo on her chest, stuck herself to the ceiling as a dog growled, standing on the ground.
She shouted at Superman who apologised back in Kryptonian, laughing as he told the dog to leave the room. She came down to the floor, red cape and all, superman still laughing to himself before adding "... the skirt's the bad cop...".
Supergirl's face turned bright red as she noticed the two very confused Green Lanterns.
Homework was done, training- done, exercises taught by Miss Martian- done. He was worn out and in bed by this time of day- yet not tired at all. A questioned occupied Tye's mind that he did not want to admit.
Do I need a costume?
He began debating on the matter- he did in a way. A secret identity was for safety. Yet what would it be?
Soon the silly question became more of a debate, a topic in his mind that more significance- a costume was a symbol. It empowered those who saw it and believed in it, yet it had to have a meaning to him too.
Subconsciously, he moved to sit in the middle of his bed and began meditating again. He calmed and thought of how grateful he was for his grandfather's guidance, his heritage, his life. He wished to symbolize it in his own way. Gold. The name has probably stuck by now if his form ever appears, but what was Gold.
He remembered the tale of El Dorado, the mystical city made of gold that brought misery to the natives. Perhaps becoming a symbol of hope and representing his culture... But making that functional would be a whole new task.
He looked at the clock again as the door crept open- 2 am. His mom was back from her night shift. Getting out he opened the door. to see a light in the corridor. "Mom?"
She gasped, "Oh, Tye? Are you still not in bed?" She was clearly worried, knowing what he's been up to.
"Couldn't sleep," He gave her a hug, looking at her tired and worn out look before noticing the box on the table. No address to or from, only a card with a familiar logo.