Metropolis: 5th Of July, 2014 9:45 A.M Toyman was on a rampage in Metropolis. His rocket car was blasting through the city, the cops chasing him. He had just robbed a bank, his car filled with money. The psychotic being obsessed with gimmicky toys laughed his usual laughter as he drove onto the Metropolis Bridge, the cops behind him. His car armed with weaponry that kept the police at bay. Once the cops were on the bridge, he fired two rockets, that would aim to take down the foundation of the bridge, tearing the bridge apart. The bridge would collapse under the vehicles, but something, Someone help the bridge together. The man clad in blue and red held the bridge up. While another person, a smaller one, wearing black and blue would latch onto the foundation, using his heat-vision to repair one of them. “Superboy. Take Toyman. I'll clean up here.” Superman ordered the younger Kryptonian, whom with a nod jumped up into the air, one clean leap that sent him flying through the air. While in the air, Superboy calculated his trajectory. Toyman would be at the end of the bridge, sure he got away, when he saw a shadow grow bigger in front of his car. And in the next second, the jeans clad teenager landed on his hood, collapsing his tires and wrecking his car, making the criminal be launched out of his windshield. The boy, however, grabbed Toyman when he flew out of his car, his grip firm, but safe. In the process of being thrown out of his car, Toyman broke his arm and passed out. Superboy used his X-ray to see that his wounds weren't serious. “Threat Neutralized, Superman.” Conner said, as Superman flew next to him. “Good work. But, come on. You're a little excited, aren't you?” “I suppose so. Ma and Pa talked a very big game about today's events. But I suppose, after all, Today's the day” Conner said, Superman scoffing, before signaling that the two should get a move on to DC. *** Hall Of Justice Washington DC. 5th July 2014 11:00 A.M The Justice League were all waiting at the Hall Of Justice. Well, most of the league, at least. Some were absent, most certainly on a mission. Superboy was wearing his civilian clothes. His hair was water-combed to the side, glassed with heavy frames, taped to keep them together sat on his nose, his shielded shirt was hidden behind a nicely ironed flannel shirt. He wore clean jeans, and nice leather shoes. On his left writs was a watch. And around his neck hung a camera. One with keen sight would see that on his shirt hung a laminated pass. “Daily Planet Junior Photographer – Conner Kent.” Read the pass. Clark had told Conner it was best for him to show his Superboy identity as little as possible in the public eye, and the Hall of Justice was a very public place. Hence the disguise. Conner walked into the Hall Of Justice, photographing everything he saw. He had never actually been in here before. In fact, he had very rarely been anywhere. Most of his time was spent either in the fortress, or at the farm in Smallville. This was all new and exciting for Conner, and excitement was a brand new feeling for the Kryptonian. Soon, once everyone of the sidekicks had arrived, they would be allowed into the inner sanctum of the Hall Of Justice. Away for the public eye. And their new lives would begin. And Conner? Well, Conner couldn't wait.