Laser was not prepared to fight the Droid Master.

He thought he’d be. But he wasn’t prepared for the giant robot’s heat lasers to match his own, and he wasn’t prepared for the regeneration that almost suggested that the Droid Master was a living thing, like a starfish.

When Laser finally set off the giant laser beam that finally destroyed the Droid Master and nearly scorched half of Brooklyn, he wasn’t prepared for Rebecca Brown to be on duty.

Twenty-four-year-old Rebecca Angelina Brown was a nurse at the Promise Hospital in Brooklyn. She was on a night shift, and one of the nurses tasked to revive the superhero Laser, who had been knocked unconscious in a smoking crater after he defeated the Droid Master.

Rebecca thought that Laser looked slightly familiar when he was brought in, but she didn’t think about it. She thought his grunts seemed familiar, but she was trying to bandage his leg and didn’t think about it. She thought that the blond color of his hair seemed familiar, but it was late and she was tired and didn’t think about it.

She definitely thought about it when the blue of his eyes was so precise, though. So precise to another blue she’d seen for her entire life.

But no. It couldn’t be. He was at college now.

Wasn’t he?

Rebecca Angelina Brown was a nurse, and Rebecca Angelina Brown followed her gut. And her gut told her to call NYU. So she did.

“Have you seen Connor Brown lately?” She asked.

“No,” came the hesitant reply. “He left campus twelve hours ago and hasn’t been seen since.”

The pieces started clicking into place, and Rebecca swore.

She marched over to Room 103 and practically crashed inside. Laser was lying down on the bed, machines beeping a monotonous symphony around him. He was alone and battered up but definitely awake. His eyes widened when Rebecca entered the room. He knew what Rebecca was going to say before she said it.

“Rebecca,” he said. “Who told you?”

“I figured it out, Connor,” she said, putting emphasis on his real name as she turned his back on him.

Connor winced. “I’m sorry. I never meant to let you find out -“

“You idiot,” Rebecca whispered, turning around so Connor could see the flow of tears on her cheeks. “I’m not mad because I know. I’m mad because I didn’t.”

Connor fell silent.

“I thought we went over this, Connor,” Rebecca said. “We tell each other anything. Honesty. Remember?”

“I didn’t want you to worry -“

“Connor! Ignorance isn’t bliss, okay?” Rebecca said. “I know you never got over Mom and Dad, and maybe I shouldn’t have told you, but goddamnit, just because you wouldn’t want to know if I was fighting some Droid Master, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to know if you were!”

Connor was silent again.

“You tell me everything,” Rebecca said in a choked whisper. “Because I am your sister, and I take care of you, and I love you. Okay?”

“Okay.”