As Conner Kent walks down the hall of his mountain home, a certain young man fills his head. Lately, his younger teammate is all he could think about. It was different for him. Where all of his thoughts of M'gann had changed to those of Dick. Such as thoughts of Dick's raven black hair filled his mind. He wonders what it feels like. If it would feel soft and silky like M'gann's or thick and course like his own.

As he reaches the end of the hall, his mind clears a bit, his thoughts interrupted by the smell of M'gann trying to cook. He remembers back to their first date when he tried to cook him pasta but burnt it so they ordered a pizza and ended up watching a couple movies. Then after they went for a walk outside. He remembers it was cold, that the fall breeze sent her hair flying in the wind behind her. And the way her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the moon. This memory always gave him Goosebumps but now … nothing. Snapping him back to reality was the smell of burning food. Of course, now that whole floor would smell like burnt something because of her cooking. It doesn't matter how many times you tell this girl she can't cook, she has a thick skull and doesn't listen. Conner enters the living room and looks into the kitchen blocked off by half a wall, and watches M'gann use her telekinesis to remove the burning –what seem to be muffins- out of the oven.

The Martian hears the young Kryptonian enter the room and looks up with a large smile from ear to ear taking over her face. "OHH Conner!" She excitedly squeaks, "I made us muffins for breakfast! They have blueberries in them! Don't they smell delicious?" Since M'gann and Conner live at Mt. Justice full time whereas the rest of the team only lives there when the job calls for it, Conner is normally subjected to the cruel punishment of eating everything that M'gann tries to make.

"Oh how great!" Conner spits with mock enthusiasm. He sits on the couch mumbling to himself about how it isn't fair and one day he might die from food poising –which would be highly unlikely since M'gann over cooks everything she tries to make.

Conner walks over to the kitchen, grabs a muffin then walks out leaving M'gann behind wondering if the young clone ever got lonely. He walks down the hall turning the sharp corner not really paying attention since every thought he had about his younger teammate had slipped back into his head, he walked into the one and only, Mr. Dick Grayson.

He tumbled into him, sending the smaller and lighter of the two young men stumbling onto the ground with a thud. "Ow." He winced in pain from hitting his head hard.

"O-Oh my gosh! Dick a-are you oka-yy? I'm so sorry! I didn't see you a-and I was thinking a-and I'm really sorry and – and – and . . ." He said frantically at a loss for words staring down at the petite boy.

"Yeah Supey I'm fine." He replied blushing with his amazing goofy smile that he seems to save just for the other man. "Would you help me up?" He asked sticking out his hand

Conner grabbed it in his own, pulling the younger boy up with much ease, amazed at the silkiness of his skin. Conner was officially at a loss for words. He was confused because of the pretty obvious attraction he had for the raven haired boy. He was . . . unsure of his feelings. Since, he was in fact dating M'gann. And he was happy. He felt like she understood him, being from Mars, and not totally fitting in.

"Conner, could you maybe let go of my hand now?" Dick asked smiling, cheeks tinged red in the cutest way the older boy has ever seen.

Without a word Conner let go of his friend's hand, and quickly marched off to his bedroom upset and frustrated. He stormed down the hall nearly knocking down Artemis in his path. He steps into his bedroom and slams the door a little harder than he meant to. He walks over to his corner, and sinks down until his knees are at his chin level and his arms are wrapped around his calf's with his head tucked into his knees. He locks his fingers into a fist and punches a whole in the wall out of frustration. Great he thought, another one this week and it was only Tuesday. After he calmed himself, a billion thoughts were surging through his head. Mostly about Dick. How that goofy, ridiculous smile of his made his brain melt each and every time he saw it and how that one little touch sent his mind to cloud nine. How, just that one very little touch of their hands had butterflies soaring high throughout his stomach. Or how he smelled like . . . it was hard to describe. It was almost a musky type smell, but at the same time it was beautiful.

Hours and hours passed, thoughts surging through his mind. All uncommon and strange, and all about Dick. Like the way he blinks when he is nervous, the way his muscles tense when he gets scared and how the he over analyzed everything. Conner was almost sure that what he was feeling for Dick was something he had never felt for anyone before. Not even for M'gann. What he was feeling was love. But then he remembered M'gann. All the times they had spent together, and all of the memories they had together. He knew he had to end it.

And hour later, he walked into the kitchen to find M'gann preparing something for dinner. Conner walked over to her, a pout on his face knowing he was about to break her heart. "Look M'gann. I'm really sorry but the thing is, is that when we talk I don't get chills like I used to. I don't get Goosebumps when we kiss. I hate to say it, but the spark is gone. I love someone else now, and, I'm sorry, but it's not fair to you."

"It's fine Conner", the Martian says, tears swelling to her eyes chocking on the words. She uses her telekinesis to slam Conner against the ceiling then back down against the floor. With tears streaming down her face, she flies away hurt and broken. He stands there, a look of worry on his face.

Without realizing it Dick was sitting in the living room watching the scene. He quietly walks into the kitchen, and stands in front of Conner. He places a supportive hand on the stronger boys shoulder and says "So, who do you love?" He asks jokingly with his goofy smile spread from ear to ear squeezing his shoulder.

"Oh no one. Just something I said…" He says in his usual calm way

"Oh really. I do not believe you" Dick says jokingly sticking his tongue out laughing.

"W-well why do you ev-ven want to know." He stutters.

"I have my reasons." He says with a smirk.

"Oh well… uhm you see… I... someone and like…" He stuttered figuring he had just got caught.

"Hey man it's cool. Don't sweat it. But remember I'm always here for okay?" he says leaning in for a hug and kissing Conner on the check in an affectionate younger brother way. When he pulls back the older of the two has a blush the shade of a tomato and at this Dick takes a step back and walks away leaving Conner behind, all smiling and blushing like a fool.

As dick walks away he starts to think about Conner, realizing the stares he has gotten from him earlier. And the way that they have been getting closer. He really wished that the kiss wasn't too much of a hint. He wouldn't want to accidently come out yet. Since he loved Wally, he didn't want him to get the wrong idea. And as he walked away, Conner watched him leave, his mood suddenly lifted and the smell of Dick lingered in the air. His hand moved up to his cheek where Dick had kissed him. He was frozen in space, a large smile spread out across his face. A smile of confusion, yet in this moment, he was, content.