Superboy<br/>Location: Mt. Justice<br/>Tagged: Open<br/><hr/>Being taunted did not help Superboy's mood. His extended left arm began shake as the muscles underneath his skin flexed and corded with the tension of undisguised and barely contained anger. He sharply brought his arm back to his side in an abrupt, ugly motion, keeping his fists clenched tightly enough that the knuckles began to turn white. He was biting back hard on his anger, and it reached a point where he was almost choking on it. He had super-strength. Was it any surprise he had super-anger? Superboy did not face the newcomer immediately, struggling to get some kind of self-control. His will flailed amidst the roiling anger upon his psyche. There seemed very much to be no respite from ignominy.<br/><br/>"I've been here longer than any of you. I<em>live</em>here." He said finally, staring straight ahead at the damaged remains of the bag. Stiffly, he turned his neck to look at the young woman. The attire left little to the imagination as to who was her sponsor. She was Wonder Woman's, just like the birds were the Batman's. And how he wasn't Superman's. "I'm nominally on the second team, under Starfire." His features flickered with restrained and denied petulance, and he walked across the room to several weights. He loaded a bar up with several tons worth, and hefted it to test the effect. The clone frowned and added more weight. "What do you want, Wonder Girl?" Superboy asked. He knew what she was called because he had overheard the post-entrance announcement that followed a zeta-tube entry, and it was not difficult to infer that someone with the iconography of Wonder Woman would be Wonder Girl. Superboy lifted the bar with one hand, standing up, and began to perform curls. He looked at Wonder Girl with a frowny face, a little lost angry boy, facing her from across the exercise area. The bicep curls were not helping as Superboy wished: although the bar strained with the amount of weight he had put on it, it was not enough to cause him to strain.