Megan sighed heavily. Her mind was weary with the work she'd been doing. The small boy curled in her lap was finally asleep, however, so her efforts had paid off. She smiled faintly as she watched him. His chest softly lifted and lowered, and she brushed an auburn lock of hair off of his forehead. His cheeks were still tearstained, but at least he could sleep a dreamless night. Still, Megan could only do so much; she could not bear his burden for him. She could hardly bear her own grief, she admitted to herself. A tear rolled down her cheek, a sensation she'd always thought was odd about the humans. Rage stirred in her chest, along with her mourning, and she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. The boy was Garfield Logan, son of the woman Megan had emulated during her time here on earth. She'd idolized the character she'd portrayed in an old TV show, but the two had grown much closer then that. About a year before, Megan had transferred her blood to match Garfield's, saving his life and creating a bond between them. After having her plans spoiled by the Young Justice team, Queen B took out revenge by arranging an accident for Garfield's mother. The poor child discovered the scene himself. Since then, he'd been scooped up by his superhero friends, and comforted, but that wasn't the only issue he brought. Megan didn't want to put him through it this soon, but Batman insisted that they do a few tests and studies on him the next morning. Not only had his pupils changed color to a deep green, but his skin pigment, hair texture, and other features had started to subtly change. Megan was sure it was her fault. Her head hung low as she made her way into the lounge. A few of her teammates were scattered about, concerned with their own personal business. She looked around hopefully for Superboy, recently named Conner Kent, but her brooding crush was no where to be seen. She silently hovered into the kitchen. She could make a good quick dinner for the bunch, she thought to herself, and even prepare breakfast for Garfield in the morning. With that purpose in mind, the refrigerator door swung open, and various containers started floating out and around her. Her long, scarlet hair pulled itself back into a loose ponytail, and she hummed plaintively as she worked, her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth.