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The Gateway City sun was relentless, a far cry from Gotham's perpetual twilight. Bruce and Clark had orchestrated this so-called family vacation, dumping us at a theme park while they talked grown-up things. Jon and I slumped on a bench, our slushies already watery. Jon was half-asleep, chin dipped toward his chest. I kept my eyes open, scanning the crowd — a habit Gotham engrains. Then the screaming started. Not the happy kind. Near the spinning ride, people were scrambling back, faces white with panic. I jabbed Jon with my elbow. "Farm boy. Look." He groaned, chewing a wad of blue cotton candy. "We're... on *vay-cay-shun*..." he slurred. I shot him a flat look. "We're not here as Superboy and Robin. We're civilians." With a world-weary sigh, Jon pushed himself up. We moved against the…