"It is fascinating," J'onn remarked, reading the screen, "gene suppressors, specifically human gene suppressors." 

"Seems like one of our aliens isn't as alien as they claim." Batman murmured. "Is there a chance it's Atlantean?"

"We'll have to run further tests." J'onn replied. "Which child asked for the suppressors?"

"One of the humans, the archer, asking on another's behalf no doubt." Batman thought it over. "We'll have to triage them anyways for health concerns, we can run a few tests while they're being examined.

"We need to run some tests." Wally's uncle explained, wheeling in a cart just as the teens were finishing a mid-afternoon snack of dry cereal. "I'll be fast, don't worry."

Wally rolled his eyes at the joke.

"Tests?" Conner asked, eyeing the man sharply. "What tests?"

"It's alright," Flash reassured, "Bats is just screening you guys for medical reasons. I'll run your blood and then we'll have someone check the humans over for any injuries you might have." 

"What about us?" M'gann asked.

"You guys are going to be asked some questions." Flash replied. "We just want to get your stories straight while we figure this out."

"Breath in." The pediatrician ordered. Dick breathed in. "Out." Dick breathed out. "Age?"

"Thirteen."

"Step on the scale please." Dick did. "89lbs..." The pediatrician murmured. "Against the height chart."

Dick stepped against the height chart. "are you going to tell the league all of this?"

"If it's relevant, than yes, but for now we're just making sure you aren't seriously ill or infected." He jotted something down, whispering: "5'0..."

"Do you know what they're going to do to us?"

"I don't get told that." The MD replied. He smiled a little. "But I wouldn't worry. They're the Justice League after all."

"Kaldur'ahm?" The man addressed, looking him up and down; the boy was boney, underweight, his teal eyes were wide and frightened, though he was clearly trying to hide it.

"Sir..." Kaldur wasn't sure if he should salute of beg for his life. The punishment for draft dodging and military desertion was not something he thought he could survive, not to mention the shame it would bring onto his mother and father. He thought about his mother, so far away in the ocean, not knowing if he was even alive.

"We're working on contacting your parents." His king sat, watching him closely. "In the meantime, we have some questions."

"Yes sir." Kaldur conceded quietly. He didn't want to get in more trouble than he was already in.

"Good, tell me where you're from."

"I was born in Shayeris until I was moved to the capital for sorcery education..." The boy stared at the table. "before I was enlisted..."

"At which point you escaped the boarders and fled to land." His king finished. "That must have been quite a drastic pressure change."

"Yes sir."

"And you're full-blooded Atlantean?"

"Nationally I am Atlantean," Kaldur corrected shyly, "my mother was native to Atlantis," He explained, "my father used to work for Black Manta... He was a genetically modified human."

King Orin nodded firmly, removing something from the folder before him. A large printed photograph. "Do you recognize this item?"

Kaldur nodded. "I think so, sir."

"What is it?"

"I don't know for sure," He admitted, "But I definitely recognize it."

"You called?" Asked a young woman, entering the lab and dropping her bag. She'd come straight from work.

"Afternoon, Canary." Barry greeted, he and Batman were waiting anxiously on the results from the Atlantean's bloodwork.

"Apparently one of the children in the med bay is refusing to cooperate." Batman said. "I was hoping you could calm her down."

"I'll do my best." Dinah replied, picking something cardboard off the table. "This it?"

"It is." Batman replied. The monitor blinked, grabbing his attention. The Atlantean boy was half-human, as he had claimed, but the gene suppressors didn't belong to him.

"That's progress I guess." Barry said, standing up. "Two to go, let's try the next contestant."

"I know my rights, I know my rights, I know my rights..." Artemis repeated the mantra under her breath, arms crossed so that they couldn't get the stethoscope up her shirt. 

"Hello?" A slightly raspy voice called, a hand pulling back the privacy curtain. "Are you decent?" A ashy-blonde woman slipped through the gap. She wore a black leotard and tights. Artemis was sure she recognized the hero, but couldn't quite remember her name. "Are you Artemis Crock?"

"You can't hold me without intent to give trial. I have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney." Artemis replied, voice shaking a little.

"You've got that memorized." The woman sat beside her on the inspection table. "I hear you hit the last doctor who tried to check your vitals."

"I also have the right to refuse medical treatment." The teen replied. 

"Look," The woman, who really couldn't be more than ten or eleven years older than herself, looked down at Artemis gently, "I know it's frightening, but I promise it's just to make sure you didn't catch anything while you were on the street."

"I have the right to refuse medical treatment." Artemis repeated, trying not to let her fear show.

The woman nodded. "We won't force you into a physical if you don't feel safe," She replied. "I get that right now, in your eyes, we look like the enemy, but I promise all we want to do is get you and your friends on the right path." She reached into her pocket, removing something. "Batman said you were asking for this." She held up the little cardboard box. "How about I take you out on the patio and we can ask some questions there?"

The girl thought a second, she reached out at took the box of cigarettes. "Okay."

J'onn sized her up. Children weren't able to density shift yet, so her malnourishment was visible, even in the green Martian disguise she wore. Speaking of the disguise, it was a poor one; it might fool humans, but to another Martian it was obviously a facade. Her eyes still bled a faint red light beneath the artificial amber iris, the marking on their white skin was still faintly visible under the green tint.

'You don't need to hide yourself from me' J'onn thought, 'I have seen your true form before.'

"I don't think so, please," The child said, voice shaking a little nervously, "I prefer this."

"Very well then." J'onn  set the folder down. "We've been tracking you for some time now."

"Are you going to send me back?"

"First, tell me your name." He watched her faux pupils dart around her eyes as they grew increasingly red. She was stressed and her white Martian traits were starting to reveal themselves.

"M'gann M'orzz."

"Who are you, M'gann?"

She shrugged. "Nobody."

"Nobody?"

"I mean, I'm not special. I'm just lucky. I thought..." She blushed a little, reddened eyes tingling with tears. "I thought you could help me escape mars, but then you found me-- I knew you were going to send me back--"

"That's when you took the escape pod." J'onn finished. 

"I just wanted to try being a human..." She choked. "It looked so much easier on TV..."

Bruce monitored the security screens, waiting on the result of the Martian's blood test; they hadn't managed to get a blood sample from the clone, but based off of the results of this second trial they'd be able to tell, through process of elimination, who was using the gene suppressors.

"Welp," Barry got up and stretched. "Keep an eye on the machine, will you? I think Wally's nervous, I'm going to keep him company during his physical, answer any questions about flash biology he might not know."

Bruce nodded, dismissing him. He turned back to the screens, watching the martian child shake, hunched over the table. He could faintly hear sobbing from the interview room down the hall.

There was a long beep which echoed through the sterile lab. The tests were done.

Wally inhaled as the needle slid into his arm. Uncle Barry picked up his medical chart. He winced, seeing the listed weight; Wally had dropped below 100 lbs. "How many times do you eat in a day, kid?"

"I try to get two meals a day, but I snack whenever I can." The boy replied. "Why?"

"Yeah, Flash powers speed up your metabolism too..."

"I assumed." Wally said flatly. "It drives the others crazy, we're so low on supplies most of the time..."

Barry got quiet. "You've just been stealing?"

"Only from big chain stores..." Wally said, hoping that'd make it better. "Dick always said that we need to protect ourselves more than we need to protect those big company's wallets."

Barry had to admit, he did prefer his nephew be fed than a company gain a few bucks off a homeless teen. "Well, We should try to fatten you up before Iris sees you." 

Wally smiled for a second. "I'm sorry."

Barry looked at his nephew. "Yeah?"

"I didn't mean to scare you." The boy wiped his eye with his knuckles. "I've-- I've been worried about you, too."

"Hey, kid, it's okay." Barry said in a hushed voice. "We've found you now, and we don't want to lose you again."

Superman followed the bat, and Wonderwoman followed Superman, the three of them entering the final interrogation room. The clone was sitting behind the table, titanium-reenforced cuffs chaining him to the bar in the center. 

It scowled, flawless skin wrinkling and perfect white teeth bared.

"Project KR?" Batman addressed. "We have questions."

"My name is Superboy." The teen growled.

"Superboy," Batman replied, "Explain what this is." He held up the small grey box.

"Patches." Superboy said.

"Why do you use them?"

It shrugged a little. "They make me feel good."

"Explain them." Batman continued. "How do they make you feel good?"

"Dubbilex gave them to me when I was liberated from Cadmus." The clone said. "He said I needed them to unlock my potential. After I ran out Artemis started sourcing more for me..."

"Dubbilex?"

"The head Genomorph at Cadmus." Superboy explained. "The one who orchestrated my escape."

"Do you know why you're supposed to take them?"

"To unlock my potential." It replied. "That's what he told me. I needed to unlock my potential so I can go back and save them."

"Save who?"

"The enslaved Genomorphs." Superboy said. 

Batman approached the table, staring down at the boy. "Who are you?"

"A genomorph; a clone made from the DNA of Superman," It recited, "created to replace him should he perish, to destroy him should he turn from the light."

"What does that mean?" Wonderwoman asked.

"I, I don't..." It shrugged again, seemingly thrown off guard by her question. "It's just true..."

"What do you mean by 'the light'?" Batman added.

The clone seemed even more unprepared, "I don't know!" It admitted. "But it has to be true because I was only taught the truth." 

Batman's eyes narrowed. 

The teens were ushered back into the holding room. Except The kryptonian. 

"Where's Conner?" M'gann asked, still quite upset from her interview.

"Conner?" Flash asked.

"Superboy." Aqualad corrected.

"He'd being held for further questioning.

"What? No!" Artemis objected, storming up to the leaguers with put-on confidence. "Release him right now!"

"We can't do that." Batman replied.

"Once we've assessed whether Superboy is safe, we ma return him." Wonderwoman explained patiently to the children. "We don't want to put anyone at risk."

"But we've been living with Supes for weeks and nothing bad ever happened!" Wally added. "He's just a big softy!"

"And even if he wasn't, that would not justify keeping him isolated like a prisoner." Aqualad pleaded. He's already accepted his own fate, but he didn't want his friends being punished too.

"I'm sure he'll be released soon." Barry promised the children. "If he's really as harmless as you say, we'll find out."