Watchtower

03:27 PM

Crisis successfully averted. There were some injuries to tend to. Reports to be filed too. But the crisis was over, and everybody could return to whatever it was they'd been doing before it began.

For the team and those like them, there was little other choice. Risking their lives every time the alarm sounded, then coming home to make lunch or watch television or take part in a training exercise. All in a day's work. It was the price they paid for the choice they had all made.

"Kaldur says you're the best at this game," Superboy held up a video game box.

Nightwing looked up from recording his take on the events during the crisis.

"Yes...," Nightwing said slowly, uncertainly.

He mentally prepared himself for another fight with Superboy concerning his view of the universe. Superboy had recently accused him of thinking of life as nothing but a game. On the other hand, Nightwing had thought they'd left their fight behind this morning.

"Well I challenge that," Superboy told him.

"Oh you do, do you?," Nightwing felt a twinge of anticipation, now knowing where the conversation was headed, but not interrupting.

"I say I'm better at it than you are," Superboy said.

"Really?. Care to test that theory?," Nightwing asked.

"I mean to prove it," Superboy told him.

"And we intend to watch," Kid Flash appeared suddenly with a bowl of popcorn.

Behind him stood several members of the team, including Kaldur, Tigress and Miss Martian.

Nightwing eyes narrowed and a mischievous smile graced his features.

Superboy smiled back, all misplaced confidence and superiority.

"Well game on, then," Nightwing told him.

"Game on,"