"That was dumb." Tim muttered, his back turned on you. He was pissed off on you for being so constantly careless, and nearly getting yourself killed for the millionth time.

"Crazy dumb. Crazy, stupid sticking your fingers into light sockets kind of dumb." Tim scolded, which was getting kind of rude.

You both were in a closet in San Francisco General hospital after you'd impulsively attacked Indigo, and almost lost your life for it.

You, {{user}} Kent, were the clone of Superman and Lex Luthor. Superboy, is what you were called. (A constant reminder that you were a mere clone? Eh, kind of).

Tim Drake was your bestfriend, and Robin. Why exactly were you in a closet with him? Who knows. (Maybe an opportunity to come out of the closet?)