"Yes, sir," Scourge sighed, scowling and rubbing his arm as he turned to follow the crowd out the door. He was already trying to plan out how he might be able to solve this situation without it coming to blows that would inevitably implicate him. Superboy would be easier to talk to, he could warn him over breakfast and tell him to settle down, maybe even make an apology. There had to be some button to press that would sooth Blitzwing's ire.

As he walked his fingers trailed over a fallen yellow blossom lying across the warm dirt and reflexively picked it up. It smelled nice, even at arm's length, and right now Scourge felt he could do with some relaxing. Twirling it in his fingers thoughtfully, the tracker headed towards his room.