Reagan High School seemed like a nice school. It was probably full of nice students, attending nice classes, being taught by nice teachers. I often found myself wondering what it would be like to be a part of something like that. Living alone on the streets of Gotham, I never really got the chance. It wasn't until Bruce Wayne took me in that I learned to read and write. But these kids had gotten the chance to learn early, to learn easily. They didn't have to kill four muggers in a fit of newfound power to get a shot at education. And now, here they were, lying on the ground, either dead, dying or unconscious. I hoped, for their sakes and their family's, that it was the latter.

The team and I sped through the school, searching for the guy with the Red Lantern ring. What kind of sicko would use it to slaughter a school?

[color=red]"What's that you said about my hair that one day in the library, Shawn? I bet my hair's the LAST thing on your mind now!"[/color]

That kind of sicko. Yikes.

He turned to face us, eyes blazing with rage, mouth spewing out gaseous blood, and I gave him, and my team, no time to react. My first mistake. Black flame coated my tightly clenched fist, and I lunged at him, striking him hard across the cheek. This sent him reeling backwards, almost tripping over the body of the guy called Shawn. Not wanting to give him time to recover, I went in for another hit. My second mistake. I was too slow, and the teen spewed out red energy, burning away part of my suit. It should have been impossible. My suit could withstand extreme heat, almost as hot as the Sun... Just what was that red energy made of?

The Red Lantern punched me with surprising force, sending me flying over my teammates' heads. I landed about ten feet away as Ditto and the others began engaging with the psychopath. I began thinking about what Magnus would be doing in a situation like this. He certainly wouldn't be on the ground, out of the battle only seconds after it had begun. No, I had no doubt that my brother would have managed to weaken, if not subdue the blond teenager. But he wasn't there. And as the screen on my wrist began beeping profusely, I realised that I was no longer of use to the Young Justice program. I was a danger to it.

My radiation levels had suddenly spiked, out of nowhere. What had first been 0 μSv had risen to the lethal 2,000,000 μSv... If I stayed there any longer, everyone in the area would surely die from radiation poisoning. I had to get out of there.

With no time to explain, I rose into the air, faster than I'd ever risen before, narrowly missing Supergirl as she flew to save a football player from the blood-like lava.

Conflicting emotions battled to gain the upper hand. Anger, sadness, fear... resignation. Anger at the unfairness of it all. I had finally gotten what I wanted, who I wanted, only for them to be taken away by my powers. Sadness, because I knew that this sudden rise in radiation meant that I would have to distance myself from my friends, from civilisation. Fear, from not knowing what this would mean. And finally, resignation. The knowledge that removing myself from society was for the best helped me accept my predicament. By doing what I was about to do, I could save my friends. I could prevent the [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75232-young-justice-2022-league-of-their-own/ic#post-2332463]nightmare[/url] from ever happening. Jin wouldn't be scarred by my powers.

And so, as I flew away from the school, I decided on my destination. Only one other man had gone there before, the man whose city we now protect. I was headed to Lian Yu. Purgatory. The island of Oliver Queen.