"Yo, Mr Tornado!" Kid Rogue called loudly to the control room. "How'd we do?"

The Red Tornado had been a hero for nearly a decade. The metals and alloys in his robotic body weren't as shiny as they used to be and he had clearly seen better days. However, the amount of heroic metahumans had decreased over the years while metahuman criminals popped up in every state. The Young Justice Program needed to exist simply to see heroes for the future should something happen to Superman and the League. Tornado took everything in from the War Room, collected the raw data, and had the young man's answer.

"You operated at roughly 90% efficiency individually. Still room for improvement, however it is acceptable in the field. Good..." the Justice Leaguer stated began to answer as another Leaguer stepped in.

"You all did amazing, the statistics don't mater that much." Superman stated, "The civilians were out of harm's way in good time and the threat was neutralized. That's all that matters in the end..."

You could tell the heroes were somewhat in awe. Tornado himself even straightened up a little more and stood a little taller when Superman walked through the entrance. He was the first hero. The [i]reason[/i] people called them all 'superheroes' in the first place. The Kryptonian stood around 6'3 and towered over even the taller members in the Young Justice Program. 

"I'll walk back up with you guys. I'd like to see what Ditto is up to before I go..." Superman started to say before asking a question to the small group that included Photon and Angel, "Have any of you heard him play that guitar-ish instrument he made from discarded trash and materials?"

When they arrived back on the ground level they began to pass the personal quarters of the members in the 'Program. The young man from Cargg had his door open and was playing the instrument that resembled a sitar somewhat. 

"Kilian, how're you holding up?" Superman asked as the others seemed to walk on.

"Three meals a day and a roof over my heads, more than I could ask for. 

[b][i]Across town, deep within the sewers...[/i][/b]

A man in a lab coat approached several homeless men, at least a dozen, who had most definitely seen better days. He simply tossed down a bag of food around their steel drum fire pit and the half dozen men or so dove for the delicious smelling bag. Tearing into the food within minutes most of it had already been eaten. The vision of one of the men began playing tricks on him and he screamed. The others soon followed. They all panicked, ran into walls, tripped over each other, all before screaming in pain as their skin mutated and their clothes ripped. Green scaly skin covered them all now. Their heads and jaws becoming as massive as their bodies. All they were missing were tails, but that wasn't always a thing to the original.

"Go forth my Killer Crocodile Men, make your daddy proud..." the man in the  coat stated in a creepy tone as they took off in the sewage.

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[b][i]Back at Young Justice HQ...[/i][/b]

"I'll bring you down to Metropolis sometime next week and we'll go to that Chinese place if you want." Superman said one alien to the next.

"Whenever is good for you, Kal! I'll see ya!" Ditto exclaimed as Superman made his exit to the teleporter room.

~KL~