"WHO ARE YOU THREE?"
"WE'RE THE REBELS AND WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"
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In which Mar'i Grayson, Jon Kent and Damian Wayne start a superhero team of their own.
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DC COMICS ORIGINAL
STATUS: ON GOING
COVER BY: ME
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PAUL'S DINER, BLÜDHAVEN 11:52 PM LOCAL TIME
Superboy drank from his milkshake as Robin rambled about what their team name should be. Nightstar sat next to Robin drinking from her milkshake and looking at him.
"All these names are bad..." Superboy slurped.
"Oh I'm sorry did you come up with anything Superboy?" Robin put down his list.
He clamped his hands together and Superboy knew behind his mask he was raising an eyebrow.
"Three Musketeers!" Nightstar clapped.
"We would get sued," Robin informed.
"Can they do that?"
"Actually I think the Three Musketeers are public domain." Superboy grabbed a sugar packet.
He opened it and put the sugar on the table. He began to draw a picture with the sugar.
"We are not going to be called the Three Musketeers!" Robin yelled throwing a packet at him.
Nightstar pouted.
The bell rang, they turned to see who entered the restaurant.
An orange cat came waltzing in. They watched as it came up to the table. It was definitely not a stray, it wore a black collar with a bright red ruby in the front. The cat sat in front of their table.
"Hello there," Robin whispered petting under the cat's chin.
It meowed and shut its eyes.
"Pretty kitty." Nightstar got down on her knees and kissed the cat's cheek.
Why is it always cats... why can't it be a dog... he missed Krypto desperately right now.
The bell rang out again and an elderly woman came into the store.
"Oh dear he ran off again..." she cried.
Superboy picked up the cat.
"You should get a leash ma'am."
The woman took the cat back and patted Superboys cheek.
The cat looked at all of them. It meowed. A bright light flashed into his eyes. So bright.
