"Oh! Bunches, yeah, you can find about all of that and the history and stuff on the Wikipedia." The elevator stops. "Rooms are here, lemme show you yours and then how to use a computer."

"Awesome."

Their room is number 121. It has two beds and a large desk and two computers and an ensuite bathroom. Magnet Master whistles when he walks in. "My room doesn't have a bathroom," he says, a tad enviously.

"Well, are you sharing?"

"Room, no; bathroom, yes, with everyone else."

"I did mean room."

"To be fair I don't live here, my room is only to crash after a mission or whatever, so I guess it makes sense that you'd have something nicer." He shrugs. "Okay, computers one-oh-one." He walks up to one of the computers and presses the button to boot it up. It takes ten seconds.

"Man, computers change so much."

"Right? Okay so you use the mouse—this bit here—to control this cursor, and the keyboard to type, this is the internet icon—there's the Wikipedia, it's that huge encyclopedia I talked about—you can look for things here, like," and he types 'women's rights' and opens the appropriate page. "There's also Google which is a pretty general-purpose search tool that, uh, looks for things on the internet." Google!

Ooh, Google. 

"It's pretty fantastic, isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"So, d'you wanna be shown around or use the wonderful internet?"

"Mm...internet can wait."

"Okay! ...do you wanna have, like, secret identities?"

"Is there much point, with our family in another universe and perfectly capable of taking care of themselves besides?"

"Well, if you ever hang out with one of us when out of costume people might put two and two together," he suggests.

"I guess." Sigh. "This isn't a problem we had back home."

"No secret identities there?"

"Not really. Codenames, sometimes, but--those weren't really secret."

Nod. "I guess I could just go out without my costume," he says dubiously. "It's not like I'm too attached to my identity staying secret from you two anyway."

"--Oh, people keep that secret even from other heroes here?"

"No—I mean, some, Wards don't know the identities of the adult heroes, and sometimes some people prefer to keep it a secret even here, but—you two are not in the team. Yet, anyway." Shrug. "But that's why I'm not too attached."

"Oh, I see. Sorry."

"Whatever." His suit starts making noises and moving and slowly opening up to reveal a fifteen-year-old boy with violently orange hair and freckles. The suit collects itself into a metal suitcase. "I'm Jake. Nice to meet you."