Superboy<br/>Location: Mt. Justice<br/>Tagged: Stargirl, Open<br/><hr/>Superboy's hand clenched around the glass, his cheek twitched, and his nostrils flared. A snarl died in his throat, half-issued and half-audible, a bitter glance directed in Stargirl's direction. "No relation." He said in an especially terse manner, mindful to relax his hand so that he would not crush the glass. Broken slivers of glass would not harm him, and spilled milk could be replaced, but the loss of control would be the most galling of it all. The flawed clone looked back to the television. "It's fine. Everything is fine the way it is." He raised the glass of milk to his lips and drank some more.