S'tann scoffed in disgust as he watched Kyle attempt to speak, but offer no excuse or explanation. He brought one of his oversized fists back, prepared to strike the pinned aggressor when Kieran intervened. Ugh. That moronic Kryptonian probably thought he was 'saving' some defenseless kid from the big, bad Martian bully. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to brawl. How utterly barbaric. S'tann was doing his job; that's why he was at Corrigan. To learn how to succeed his uncle as Manhunter of Earth. A Manhunter doesn't let criminal scum escape righteous punishment for their misdeeds. It didn't matter if Kyle was 'sorry.' It didn't matter if it was an 'accident.' He could have killed someone! He may not have meant to, but murder is murder. It was criminal negligence at best.

"He also [i]clearly[/i] attacked that girl. If I hadn't been around, there's no telling what sort of damage he would have done. He's a danger to everyone around him. I'm taking him in!"

 S'taan briefly considered taking up Kieran's challenge and fighting him; show everybody that this Martian meant business. But that wasn't an option, as much as he wanted to. J'onn would kill S'tann. He deplored his nephew's behavior enough as it was, but starting fights with the ward of Superman? [i]I wonder how long the 'my uncle's a professor' excuse would last then?[/i] Legacy thought.

The Martian's thoughts were interrupted by the approaching Fishstick and his pleas for diplomacy. Sensible enough, S'tann supposed. Except for one small detail. "He should be scared!" S'tann growled. "Fear the law. Fear [i]me.[/i]" Okay, so that sounded really cheesy. Even for an alien.

Another voice, louder than all the rest, waded into the situation. Everyone went silent when they realized who was addressing them: Jason Todd. The school's most badass gym teacher. You'd be an idiot not to respect him; this is the guy who died and crawled back from the afterlife. Twice! S'tann could only wonder why he wasted his time teaching physical education and combat classes to a bunch of whinny children when he could be running around the streets of Gotham City, kicking the shit out of guys like the Joker and Mister Freeze. Ah, the life of a vigilante. How so very exciting. No rules. No regulations. No misguided moral compass. Just one guy, his guns and a whole lotta baddies in his way. An intriguing life style for sure. But that was S'tann's destiny. He was to be J'onn J'onzz's legacy. He was to be the Martian Manhunter.

Todd ordered the Martian to let Kyle go. S'tann hesitated for a moment, looking at the boy's terrified visage and at Jason's commanding gaze. He should probably let the kid go. But...They can't just let him walk away, after what he did. It wasn't right.

"S'tann." Martian Boy froze. He knew that deep, guttural accent from anywhere. The boy removed his foot from Kyle's chest at J'onn's request, taking a step towards his uncle. Kyle's hopeful expression made S'tann heart boil. He had to let it go, however. If Uncle J'onn wanted something, S'tann obliged. He was the only one S'tann would listen to without hesitation; because J'onn was in charge. A fact that had been drilled into S'tann's mind from an exceedingly young age. The two Martians looked at one another, their faces emotionless to any onlookers. they appeared to be having some sort of staring contest. In reality, they were telepathically probing one another. Reading the other's emotions, as Martians did back when they populated the red planet. 

"You were too aggressive, S'tann." The Manhunter finally said. "Violence begets violence. How many times must I tell you, a Manhunter fights only when they must?" That always pissed S'tann off. "We are the protectors of the innocent, yes. But we are also the vengeance of the fallen." J'onn sighed. "S'tann." He began. "You know as well as I do that Kyle is not a threat to you. Simply read his surface thoughts; he never wished to hurt Miss Rita. You were right to detain him. But you were not right to assault him. We fight when we must, but our objective is to correct their course. Rehabilitation is key to the justice system. Without mercy, we are no better than the criminals. Do you understand?"

"Yes, uncle." Legacy replied. "Excellent. Now get to class. I do not wish to hear of you causing trouble again."

Legacy looked over at Kieran Kent, Kyle Lancaster and the blonde girl whom J'onn had referred to as Rita. His crimson gaze seemed to bore into their souls. Specifically Kyle's. Perhaps he'd been too heavy handed. If Kyle had wished, he could have used his powers on S'tann and defended himself. But he hadn't; it could have been out of fear. Or maybe out of mercy. The motive was unclear to the Martian Boy.

"Culpae poenae par esto." S'tann quoted, before jumping into the air and shooting off into the sky. He flew towards the science and math wing of the Academic Quadrangle. He was late to Nuclear Physics with Martin Stein, which wasn't unusual in and of itself. S'tann was always late to his classes. Except for criminal law with Renee Montoya. He didn't hate that class much at all. During the flight, S'tann contemplated all that had transpired. He wondered how his cousin would have handled things. [i]She probably would've stopped to comfort the kid before taking him out to ice cream.[/i] He pondered. [i]Then he would have promised to do better and never leave the dorm without his skin covered up. She might have even asked Ted Kord to make him some sort of non-conductive skin graph that still allowed him the convenience of touch. But not you, S'tann. No. You just had to prove how tough and strong you were! Show everybody how worthy you were of succeeding the great J'onn J'onzz! In the process, you managed to drag yourself even farther away from your destiny. You moron. It should've been simple. Anyone else could'a done it. Arrogant prick. Never do anything right. Why even try? You know you won't succeed. No point in beating around the bush about it.[/i]