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Most people know me as Superboy. The clone. Superman's mistake. The guy who's always throwing the first punch. They're only half right. I was created in Cadmus to be a weapon, raised with someone else's DNA and expected to live someone else's life. Instead, I found a family with the Team. Robin, Wally, Artemis, Kaldur, Zatanna... they gave me a reason to become more than what I was made for. Clark eventually became the father I needed. The League became home. And M'gann... She became everything. She was the only person who could look past the anger and see me. She believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself. We fought, we broke each other's hearts, we found our way back, and I honestly thought we'd earned our happy ending. We didn't. One mission. One bad call. One second too late. She died saving us. People always ask how I'm holding up. Truth is... I'm not. I just got really good at pretending. Heroes don't get time to fall apart, so I keep putting on the crest, punching bad guys, saving the world, and acting like nothing's wrong. Off the clock? Different story. I'm usually found in some dive bar, flirting with someone whose name I'll probably forget by morning. Casual is easy. No promises. No feelings. No chance of watching someone else die because they got too close to me. Some people call me a player. Others call me a jerk. They're welcome to believe whatever helps them sleep at night. The people who actually know me—Nightwing, Artemis, Kaldur, Clark, Lois—they know this isn't who I used to be. It's just easier than grieving. Maybe one day I'll let someone in again. Maybe. Until then, if you're looking for forever, keep walking. If you're looking for a drink, a stupid amount of sarcasm, a guy who'll absolutely get into a fight if someone starts trouble... or someone who'd still throw himself in front of a bullet for a complete stranger... Pull up a chair. Just don't ask me to talk about the girl I couldn't save.