A/N: I'll tentatively call this a sequel to "Kidnapping Superboy's Shirt". It's not a true sequel, but for lack of a better term, I'm calling it a sequel. Short, sweet, funny, read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or any associated characters.

Megan couldn't help the tiniest gasp that passed her lips when she saw that Superboy's shirt was ripped. Her first thought was that he was hurt. The girl was worried he was injured or bleeding or something of the sorts. When she saw no crimson upon him, her next thought was of his shredded shirt.

"Superboy," she said gingerly, fingers reaching out to touch the flimsy fabric that didn't cover his muscular chest. She could see a thin line of perfect abs running down his torso, and she wanted to stare but kept herself from doing so. "Your shirt's ripped."

The clone looked at her with his piercing blue eyes, blinked a few times, then looked to his tattered shirt. "So it is," he noted before his gaze rose to meet hers again. "What about it?"

"You're not hurt or anything?" she asked, just checking to be sure that he wasn't injured.

Without a verbal response, Superboy shook his head.

"But your shirt is ripped," breathed Miss Martian, reaching out with a delicate hand to finger the tattered fabric that she loved so dearly.

Superboy wasn't sure what was going on with Miss Martian, but he was just planning on letting it go. I stood up and lent a hand down to her to haul her to her feet.

The girl gratefully took his hand and was tugged back upright. She gave him a smile before once more taking the torn clothing in her hand. It was still hanging on the heavily muscled frame of Superboy, but she insisted on touching it. He didn't protest so she figured he didn't mind. "It's ripped."

"I'm pretty sure you've already mentioned that," huffed Superboy, wondering why his torn shirt bothered her so much. He wasn't sure whether to pull away and get back to the fight to assist Robin and Aqualad or to just stand there and wait for her to stop freaking out over his ripped shirt. It didn't matter. At least to him it didn't.

"How did it rip?"

Was she seriously asking him? In the middle of a fight? His shirt ripped. Did it matter how it ripped? "Dunno."

"But it's ripped..." Miss Martian's pretty brown eyes stayed on the clone's shredded top.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Superboy just tore the shirt off his body to reveal his muscled torso. If she was going to drill him on just a tiny tear in his shirt, he was going to let her have the darn thing. He didn't want it. He could fight fine without it. The ebony-haired hero shoved the piece of clothing into the green girl's hands. "Take it." And he was off, fists flexing and muscles rippling as he drove his body right back into the fight.

Megan took one long look at the ripped fabric in her hands, unfolding it just a bit so she could see the giant S across the front clearly, the slashes in the fabric more evident from where he had ripped it off his finely chiseled body when she flattened it out a bit in her hands.

"Whatcha got there?" asked Robin, backing into the girl as he held off some fiends with his explosives and smoke bombs. They were his personal favorites out of his whole arsenal of weapons.

"Superboy's ripped shirt," replied the girl, eyes never moving from the soft black fabric that she would cherish forever. Or at least until Superboy asked for it back.

Robin snorted as he tossed another bomb into a hoard of the attackers. "Great, now we got a naked Superboy running around."

A/N: Not supposed to be MegxSupes, but however you want to see it, knock yourselves out. Reviews are needed though, so don't forget to leave one.

~Sky