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At the fellow teenager’s request, Dominic reached into the fridge and tossed him a can of Pepsi. The guy’s name was Time Bomb.  Judging by that, this guy was probably pretty powerful, although honestly Dominic didn’t think that he looked it. The comment about removing blood amused him, as from where he was standing he was pretty sure that stain was some kind of sauce. He didn’t say anything though, as this guy had yet to annoy him. He was about to offer to give his suit an upgrade if he ever had the time or the parts but before he could speak Scourge spoke up yet again, displaying his apparent expert knowledge on cleaning bullet proof vests. 

Dominic rolled his eyes. “Pretty impressive knowledge there, Scrooge” He said, evidently mispronouncing the guy’s name. Dominic listened as someone else, who identified themselves as Proton, spoke before continuing. “Sure thing mate! Although I doubt it’ll beat the place me and tha’ Rogues used to hang in back in Central City! That place sure was a riot!”

Yet another person entered the room, replacing the young chef who had apparently cooked the food everyone was eating. Honestly he hadn’t even noticed her leave! This new girl seemed to be sporting some kind of armour under a green robe. Surprisingly the medieval sort of armour, not the modern kind. She was certainly pretty and for that Dominic was about to give her one of his signature moves, although judging by the look she seemed to be giving everyone in the room, and mostly himself, he decided against it. Besides him potentially flirting with her was merely for show as she, nor any of the other girls on this team were his type at all. 

With antagonising his new teammates not giving him the satisfaction he had expected, Kid Rogue took his leave, making his way to the armoury. Before coming here, he had been promised by the Flash that he would get his own workbench there so he decided that he may as well do something productive to pass the time. Arriving, he slouched down into the swivel chair at what appeared to be his desk and pulled out his old wireless communicator, and set to work. Maybe they’d make him the team leader if he made everyone communicators?