Author's Note: Greg Weisman always said the show was about romance, saving the world, and school. We got a lot of the first two, but never much of the third. Thus, I've decided to give my own take on what happened in Happy Harbor High.

Connected oneshots. Vague mentions in chapter to where the episodes take place. Spoilers for all of season one.

Updates randomly, but not horribly infrequently.

One: Haircuts

In which Conner's Tommy Terror disguise doesn't wash out.

No matter how many times Conner showered, his hair refused to return to its proper colour. That, combined with the ridiculous haircut he had no way of fixing, made him scowl into the bathroom mirror every time he passed it.

"Conner," said M'gann. "We have to go or we'll be late for school." She poked her head into the bathroom, where Conner was gripping the sink and glaring at his hair. He half hoped he'd suddenly develop heat vision. At least if he was bald he wouldn't be blond.

"Conner." M'gann's mental voice brushed against the inside of his mind. A sour flavoured tickle that betrayed her concern more than the tone of her words. He sighed, glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

"They'll laugh at me," said Conner mentally. Images of Marvin's cheeky grin and Wendy trying her hardest not to snicker floated between them. He may have been invincible, but that didn't mean he wanted to be laughed at. Verbal barbs and looks were far more harmful than any punch or kick. Even with his lack of social experience, Conner knew that.

M'gann walked up to him, her hand on his shoulder. "No, they won't." Her mental words were a gentle brush. A quiet comfort in the cold, stark bathroom of the Cave. Conner wasn't sure when they had switched to mostly mental conversations. Wasn't sure if it was to keep others from hearing them or because their words held so much meaning when they weren't lost in the vast space of the Cave.

"They could," said Conner, switching back to verbal speech. His voice caught, leaving it hoarse. "They will."

M'gann sighed and leaned against the door frame. "I won't," she said. "And I'll tell the girls not to."

Conner looked back at her, one hand still gripping the sink. He was nearly certain that he wouldn't break it. If he did, he knew Batman wouldn't give him any grief over it. Just get that look on his face that said he was thinking hard about Conner's lack of help in learning to use his powers.

M'gann was giving him the same look now. He must have been projecting again. She only got that look when he was projecting.

"Sorry," said M'gann. And her mental words brushed the fear from his surface thoughts and laid it to rest where he didn't have to worry. Taking M'gann's hand, Conner kissed her knuckles, and tugged her toward one of the Cave's many exits.

School wasn't as bad as Conner thought it would be, but it also wasn't as easy as M'gann said it would be. Conner's hair got a lot of looks, but his glare was improving, and that kept most people from staring too long. He could hear their whispers once they were out of his immediate vision, however, but he tried not to focus on them.

As Marvin and Wendy approached, Conner saw Marvin's eyes bug out and his lips curl into a cheeky grin.

"Dude," said Marvin. "What happened to your hair?"

Conner scowled and said nothing. M'gann jumped in when she realized he wasn't going to speak.

"I've been practicing with hair dye, I wanted to try changing my own hair but I was worried about messing up. Conner offered to be my guinea pig!" she said. Her perky tone and bright smile were easy to believe, and if Conner didn't know what was actually going on with his hair, he might have believed her as well.

"That's fair," said Marvin. "The hair cut though? He kind of looks like Tommy Terror."

Conner and M'gann looked at each other. "Uh…," they said.

"Marvin leave him alone. I'm sure Conner would rather talk about something else," said Wendy.

"Thank you," said Conner.

Wendy folded her arms and grinned. "Like how you two were holding hands when you got here."

"I take it back, you're just as bad as Marvin," said Conner.

M'gann blushed and ducked her head. "Well, you see, we. Um."

"We're dating," said Conner. He shrugged and took M'gann's hand again. "So let's get the 'I told you so's' over with. I don't want to be late to Mr. Carr's class."

"Conner!" said M'gann, her mental voice hot and sharp.

Conner raised an eyebrow at M'gann. "What? Are we not supposed to tell them?"

"What if they tell the others?" asked M'gann, a hit of desperation in her usually calm voice. The sour apple flavour of her mental voice turned even bitterer, flushing his tongue with a taste so strong he wanted to gag.

"M'gann. I really don't think that's likely."

"Why not?" asked M'gann.

Conner raised an eyebrow. "Other than the fact that they haven't met the others?"

M'gann blushed. The sour apple taste receded.

Marvin and Wendy were looking at them funny.

"Did you two just have an entire conversation with your eyebrows?" asked Wendy. Her tone betrayed her confusion more than anything else.

Marvin was grinning. "That's so cool!" he said, pumping a fist into the air.

"What's cool?" asked Karen as she and Mal walked up. Mal glanced at Conner's hair with raised eyebrows.

"Man you-" started Mal.

"Don't," said Conner, cutting him off sharply.

Mal raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright."

"I like it," Karen declared, her authoritative tone cutting the murmuring in the small group. She reached over and carded her fingers through Conner's hand. He tilted his head toward her without realizing it. It felt nice. He'd have to get M'gann to do that later.

"Sure thing," M'gann murmured.

"It doesn't suit you like the black does, but a little change never hurt anyone," said Karen. "Besides, you're already weird, might as well embrace it."

Conner raised an eyebrow at her words. "Weird?" he echoed.

"She means it as a compliment," said Wendy. "Karen likes weird."

Karen grinned. "That I do. Marvin's even convinced me to watch the old Alien movies with him because they're weird." She paused. "The first one was the best, and really great."

Marvin high-fived her. "Totally!"

Conner relaxed. It appeared his hair wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. And with Karen saying it was nice – and her status in school, according to M'gann's "crash course in high school politics" – he would be fine until his hair grew out again.

"Alright people," said Mr. Carr, clapping his hands as he walked toward the students. "Let's get to class." His gaze fell to Conner and M'gann. "What happened to your hair?"

Conner scowled. M'gann laughed. Mr. Carr had the decency to look apologetic, at least.

Without another word, Conner slung an arm around M'gann and walked toward class.

"It makes me look cool," said Conner, mimicking the dry tone Robin was so good at.

M'gann's laughter filled his ears as they headed to class.