"Robin's my Bro..." Tim trails off, worried now. "Imp's not a Titan," he swallows. "Young JLA? What the heck is that?" he asks.
The young man runs a hand through his hair. "Alright...me, Dad, and Grandpa were fighting BrainiLuthor in Metro and then he shot me with this thing and it hurt like hell," he rubs a spot on his chest where there's a hole in his costume. "And then I'm stuck in that metal thing and now I'm here and what is going on?" he sounds scared now.
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