Off duty yet again, the Wolverine sat across from the Rogue. He pulled back his mask, which he'd once again started wearing, and set down his tray with a less than gentle clunk. Today was steakburger again. He didn't look his cheery self.

"I don't know about you, kid, but I'm about ready to quit the mask and tights club. The jolly green martian told me to stop botherin' him about finding a way to get us back home. According to him, it ain't even possible for us to be here in the first place."

Which meant that joining the League had been pointless. Logan was tired of taking orders from boy scouts like Superman and being told to solve problems without his claws. This was not his kind of gig. Especially if the super geniuses really couldn't find a way to get them back to their own reality.