"Do you ever get tired of it?"

Conner blinked up at Wally as the red head suddenly appeared before him, clad in a black leather jacket, black camo pants, black boots, red shirt, with a red bandanna covering his face.

They were currently in Mt. Justice, where M'gann was busy making cookies while the rest of the team was yet to arrive. Conner was sitting comfortably on the couch with a book in his hands, only to have it taken out by the Red Hood version of Wally.

"Tired of what?"

Conner was already used to Wally's odd moods to really feel like questioning him as to why he was dressed like the very man the League hated more than the Joker.

Wally sat down on the arm rest beside the clone, smiling softly, "Of not having a parent to take care of you when you want to leave the Mountain. I mean... Aren't you tired of waiting around for Superman to finally gain some kind of common sense?"

The clone frowned at the question, feeling a surge of different emotions rise. He was still angry because of Superman. It wasn't his fault he was made! Why couldn't he just be accepted by the man?

"Well... I guess... But I have the Team-" Conner tried to solve the problem, but Wally cut him off by placing his hand over the clone's lips.

"I'm talking about a father to take care of you when you're sick, Con. Someone to take you out for ice cream when you get in trouble with your school's principal while your mom wonders where you are..."

Both boys stayed in silence as Conner thought on what he was missing.

He had always wanted a family. Red Tornado was okay, he guessed. And Black Canary wasn't half bad, but he had always wanted to go to a ball game. Even if he didn't like baseball that much, it would be kind of fun to actually have someone he could run to when things got bad... Maybe it was because his G-Gnome taught him what family was, or just because he always saw his friends so happy with their parents, but Conner always felt like there was something missing in his life.

"Hey!" Wally suddenly gasped, and before Conner could really tell, the red head's face was inches from his own, bandanna pulled down and showing Wally's extremely happy and excited face. "Why don't we just hold auditions for your parents? We can interview villains and heroes alike, and maybe even some anti-heroes! It will be perfect! We will find you the perfect parent for you, Con!"

"I... I don't know, Wally... Won't you get in trouble with the League?" Conner asked the other softly, feeling a bit unsure of it.

He knew that Wally had a tendency of going overboard with many of the things he did so he had an idea of just how these interviews could wind up being if the boy was allowed.

"Who cares about that?" Wally waved Conner off, then sped towards the kitchen. He snagged a cookie from M'gann and in less than a second he was back in front of Conner, munching at the food. "I'm always defying the League, Conner! And if getting in trouble means you finally get a family, then I'm more than willing to do it!"

A few seconds passed with Wally smiling wildly and Conner pursing his lips in thought, silence reigning over them, only for that to be broken with M'gann's gasp of shock.

"Someone took my cookies!"

The smile Wally gave Conner let the clone know he was more than happy with the food he had stolen.

"Okay, men line up here," Robin directed the various people that were standing on the large land that belonged to Greg Saunders, the happy cowboy smiling from his spot seated on a lawn chair, his hat's brim covering part of his face.

"And the ladies over here, please." Rocket directed all of the women to the left side of the house, frowning softly at the many people that had arrived for the interviews. "We know you all want to be Superboy's parents, but we need some kind of order!"

Really, more than the expected people turned up to be interviewed for the position. Heroes, villains, anti-heroes, mercenaries, a few magical entities, and even some aliens were all assembled at the front of Greg's estate, chattering animatedly about the son they may acquire if they were lucky enough to pass all of the tests the children had set up for them.

Kid Flash appeared as soon as the lines of women and men were finally divided, clipboard in hand as Superboy and Aqualad stood behind him, arms crossed and standing in an almost menacing manner.

"Good afternoon, various peoples from all around the universe! And some galaxy far far away!" He welcomed all of them, large smile in place. "Now, you can see that we have divided you into two separate groups: men and women. From this lines, we will make subdivisions in each."

Red Arrow and Red Hood were moving up and down the lines, their weapons drawn and ready for if any villain tried anything funny while standing there. Ice eyed the men warily, wondering why they needed to acting like this, but shrugged and turned to Fire, excited about the boy she wanted to raise with Guy... If Guy managed to pass the interview, that was.

"If you would please, we need you to form small groups of your own lines. Heroes in one, villains in the other, beings from not Earth all together in another, and anti-heroes, mercenaries, and soldier people in the last." M'gann told them as nicely as she could, smiling softly as they actually all complied with what she said.

Soon enough all the people were finally categorized and Greg Saunders stood up from his seat, "Okay, folks. Ah've been kind enough ta lend these kids mah house fer the interviews but Ah knew y'all ta know Ah don't want ta see any kind o' damages. Ah want ta see mah house as beautiful as Ah left it when all the interviews are over!"

All the people there nodded as if to say they completely understood, making Greg nod himself. "First thing's first, the beautiful fillies giving y'all papers are Artemis and Zatanna. These are Rocket, Aqualad, Superboy, Kid Flash, Robin, and Miss Martian. The two lads threatenin' y'all are Red Hood an' Red Arrow. Any harm comes to any o' 'em and we'll be havin' a small trouble."

The revolver at his side flashed dangerously at this statement, making some of the people there wonder just what they had gotten themselves into.

"The papers ye're receivin' are standard fill outs. Along with that, the girls are givin' yuh a number. We'll give y'all five minutes 'fore we start callin' the first numbers."

Now Kid Flash spoke up once more, "Young Justice and Greg will be conducting the interviews personally. And if you get cut, please don't start attacking and rampaging. Also, once you are cut, we will be erasing the memory of where you have been. You can keep the fond memory of failing at acquiring a son, but you will not know just where it took place."

"Now start filling things out and good luck to you all!" Robin called while the rest of his team entered Greg's home.

So, I find this outright adorable. I may update today again, but if not, I assure you there will be a new chapter by tomorrow.

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