Superboy<br/>Location: Mt. Justice<br/>Tagged: Open<br/><hr/>"Someone teased me for no reason." Superboy replied, voice falling into a deadpan. He continued to curl, but eventually he dropped one hand off of the barbell and used a single hand. It was a little better in terms of what he hoped to accomplish, but it was nowhere near exerting enough to expend the furious energy that he had roiling within him. "It's easy. Everyone is assigned a number and each instructor is assigned a limited number range. I'm 09, so I'm not on Nightwing's team." The clone said tersely. He did a few curls with his other arm, but it was just accomplishing what he wanted and he frowned at the inanimate object and put it down with casual disdain at its inanimate failure to satisfy his desires.<br/><br/>"If you wanted, you could call me Project Kr, or 'the Weapon.' There's nothing else." Superboy said clinically. "Or maybe 'Spartoí,' because I was made by Project Cadmus." He smirked at his own ingenuity, judging that Wonder Girl could appreciate the allusion to Greek myth. The smirk did not last long, nor did the moment of pleasure at something halfway witty.<br/><br/>"Why do you think that? Because of this?" He tapped the 'S' shield on his t-shirt. Then he bunched it up in his hand, and it seemed for a moment as if he would just rip the symbol off for offending him in a way he had yet to share and his erratic, irascible offered no real insight to. "<em>He</em>didn't train me. I'm not like one of the Batman's protégés.<em>He</em>didn't pick me, and<em>he</em>doesn't want me. I met him once and . . ." Superboy's lower lip and chin trembled, and he turned away. He bit back a sob, and began to frantically claw at his shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his pants and then up and over his head. This revealed a very strong, muscular back, and nicely broad shoulders. The muscles visibly worked under his skin, shifting and flexing as he removed the suddenly offending garment. Superboy tossed the shirt aside. "I shouldn't even wear it. Look . . . Wonder Girl . . . it's . . . there's nothing to talk about." Superboy said distantly. "It's nothing I can put into any words that you . . . anyone . . . could understand."