Only a few moments after the alarm began to sound, Tim rushed into the room at superhuman speed. The main delay was donning his gear. You see, when Tim was superheroing about before the Initiative, he just wore t-shirts, jerseys, and occasionally his wrestling ring gear. All of which were now hopelessly riddled with bullet-holes or half-burned. He needed something that would actually survive a mission, maybe. So before any suits were made, Tim handed in a drawing from PJ… what the boy thought his hero should look like.

Tim was wearing that suit. Black with blue racing stripes running down each leg and each one of the short sleeves. Tim’s arms were bare, showing off their tatted-up superhuman glory. A gold, Superman-style shield was big and bright on the chest.

He had a long red headband tied around his head, underneath his hair. Something Amelia gave him for luck once when he was younger. He never did any planned heroics without it.

“Just get me over there,” he said, ready to go. Whatever was happening down there, someone needed help, especially the people stuck in the positronic net… no wait… whatever it is.

Either way, he was on his way to the Quinjet without another word, giving Jamie a fist-bump on the way out.