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Despite having the world’s fastest man as his sponsor, Dominic Miller still managed to be one of the last to arrive at the Young Justice Tower. It wasn’t because he didn’t wish to be part of the program, in fact, the teenager actually really liked the idea of being part of another team, despite how his time with his last one went. No, the reason they were late was because Dominic was having too much fun annoying the Flash, who as it turns out gets really impatient if you decided to stop and gaze at every building you came across in excitement. It was the little things in life that Dominic loved most.
 
Dominic’s fun was cut short after a while when the scarlet speedster finally list his patience. Grabbing hold of him, the Flash held up the teen’s head to avoid whiplash and shot off. Dominic wasn’t that bothered though, as really he wasn’t that interested in Star City’s apparent beauty. The Young Justice headquarters however? Now that was a thing of beauty. During the tour led by Sharknado or whatever the robot was called, Dominic’s eyes darted around in awe at all the gizmos and tech that lined the place, although whenever the Flash looked in his direction he slumped his shoulders and acted as if he was bored. He didn’t want ol’ Flashy thinking he was enjoying himself now!

After a while, he was shown to his new room. It was large than his room at his latest foster home, yet more bare. His room back there had been covered in blueprints, rough notes and even the occasional playboy poster. Dominic came to the conclusion that it probably wouldn’t take long until this place ended up looking the same. 

He quickly changed, swapping the Ray-Bans he had been wearing with his mask. He pulled on the rest of his Kid Rogue attire before leaving the room, fiddling with one of his grenades as he did so. While he wasn’t actually doing anything with it, it was always fun when people found him playing with a live grenade. Catching the sound of people talking, he slouched his way into the kitchen and leant against the doorway watching. 

While looking around at the group, a few of the so-called heroes he laid eyes on made him raise his eyebrow. Especially the winged one. Going by his knowledge of old league members he had seem on the news, he assumed it was one of Hawkwoman’s people. 

“Name’s Kid Rogue, Feathers” He said coolly. “You’re obviously far from Thanagar!”