Welcome to my first DC/YJ story. Take a load off and enjoy the odd crap I'm gonna throw at you in this 10 chapter fic. Actually, it started off as a one-shot, but somehow I thought it would be better if it was separated into 10 short chapters. So anyway continue reading and tell me if you like it and whatever.

Hehe also I didn't edit this at all cuz I'm distracted with being sick so if you see something(fact/spelling/grammar/etc...) you can tell me and I'll adjust it. Thanks and enjoy!

The Boy Wonder couldn't help but stare back at his much (oh so much) larger teammate. Superboy's eyes were so full of heated discontentment (heavy on the dis) he could swear that Superman's heat vision was finally passing on to the clone. Of course, it may be the fact that the questions that had previously slipped out of Robin's mouth had been a bit too… Personal? No, that wasn't quite the word. It couldn't be personal, seeing as Supey wasn't really a person. No, that was wrong too.

Superboy may not have been "born" per se, but he was just a real as everyone else in the world. He had five digits on his hands and feet (two of each appendage of course), a pair of eyes (a radiant blue) and the same organs as everyone else. The clone was much rougher than most, but if anyone had a reason to be so uptight and aggravated every second of the day, it was the young Kryptonian sitting across the table from the young member of the Bat Family.

Robin glanced at the glaring clone over his sheet of paper.

"Maybe we should just-"

"No," Superboy growled, his voice gravely and strained. Robin knew he was at least trying. "It's… fine."

"Are you-"

"I'm sure!"

"Alright alright. No need to get testy," the Boy Wonder mumbled, pushing his shades into place, although they hadn't moved at all. He just needed to do something with his hands. "Question 6: Favorite…" Robin paused, uneasy of the blue eyed teen's reaction. "F-Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?"

It wasn't that Robin was fearful of Superboy's destructive ability. No, he had seen that firsthand, felt it firsthand. It honestly wasn't that big of a deal. For the most part anyway. What really bothered Robin about their new "Team Exercise" that had been assigned to them, was the fact that he knew Superboy didn't really have any favorites yet. It had already been about three months since they'd found a glowing God-like Superclone in the low levels of Cadmus labs, but for some reason he noticed that Superboy still hadn't received a proper name, nor had he been out much; unless you counted missions and the very few times they had gone to the beach… Which he didn't.

The clone crossed his arms over his chest, crumpling his sheet of paper with the same print as Robin's, and sneered while looking away. "Don't have one."

"So then we've established you don't have a favorite color, animal, book, band, superhero, or ice cream. Good progress I suppose," the young teen mumbled.

Another groan escaped Superboy's lips and Robin frowned. Superboy was his friend, right? Of course they were friends! So it was up to the Boy Wonder to help the poor seven month-old clone to discover these favorites.

"All right," Robin chirped happily, standing from his lotus position on the floor and stretching. "Let's go."

"Come again?" the clone cocked a brow in his teammate's direction.

"Let's go," he repeated, checking his back pocket to be sure he had his wallet for the twelfth time that day. Robin tucked his hands into the pocket of his blue hoodie and began to exit the living room of Mount Justice. He stopped at the entrance to the hallway and looked back at his younger yet larger team member and gave him a reassuring smile. "Well? What're you waiting for: a written invitation?"

"I don't understand," Superboy almost whined, his brows furrowed in frustration. In Robin's opinion, he resembled a child. When the clone didn't know something, he became frustrated and stubborn. "Our 'mission' is to remain here and-"

"Our mission was to learn more about another member on our team. No one said we had to stay here," the Boy Wonder smirked childishly. "Besides, you've been cooped up in the cave for so long you're starting to look like a vampire."

"A… vampire?" the clone mused.

"Yup," robin nodded. "So we're gonna get you some sun and some perspective."

"Well," Superboy trailed off, unsure or what to say or do.

"Come on, Supey," Robin taunted, walking over to the confused teen and taking his hand. "You were underground for the first sixteen weeks of your life, then another twelve. We freed you so you could experience the life Cadmus never would have given you. Don't you want to live?"

Previously, the technically younger of the two would not meet his partner's glance, but now he couldn't look away. Robin's eyes were, of course, protected by glasses, but he knew they were staring right back at him, just as cheerful and childish as the smile he was currently wearing.

"Well, it's not like there's anything better to do," Superboy agreed after a moment of silence between the two sideki-heroes. Not to mention the silence in his brain.

"Great, then we're outta here!" Robin cheered, pulling the larger teen off the couch and out out of Mount Justice.

"Aah," the teen took a deep breath through his nose and sighed as they exited out of the mountain and into the green landscape opposite the beach. "Just smell that fresh air."

Superboy noticed Robin looking at him expectantly. He didn't know why, so he just sniffed at the air nonchalantly.

"See? Isn't it better already?"

" I guess," the clone looked away, not having much else to say. His creators hadn't planned on him being in the position he was currently in, so they had never thought to give him preferences. For a moment, the clone wondered if he could have preferences or if perhaps he truly was an unfeeling weapon of destruction.

"Okay, Supes, first on this list: Favorite color," the Boy Wonder read aloud. His head darted in every direction before he took Superboy's wrist in his much smaller hands and ran out of the greenery surrounding their HQ. The town of Happy Harbor, Rhode Island lay before them. It was peaceful for the time being, and the weather was what most humans described as 'perfect.' The sky was clear, save for a few small groups of clouds, the sun shone brightly in the brilliant blue sky, and seeing as it was the point between summer and autumn, and the breeze from the beach swept the entire town, the air wasn't quite as humid as one would expect.

"So, see any colors you like?" the smaller teen asked.

Superboy raised a brow at Robin's expectant tone. So he was just supposed to look around and pick a color to, what, represent him or something? Why were Earth teenagers so odd and opinionated?

But Robin still smiled at him obnoxiously, like he could just choose a color. Well, he might as well. It's not like it really mattered. Maybe if he chose a color this odd expedition could finally be over, so he just looked around. Let's see…

They began walking down the street, eyes traveling to all the dull and vibrant hues in their surroundings.

"Well, Supes, take your pick," the smaller teen practically sang. Like it was that easy? "What about… green?" he asked, hopefully.

Superboy tore his eyes away from the sky to spare the grass beside the sidewalk as they continued walking with no particular destination in mind.

"Like the grass?" Superboy didn't have to look know his partner had nodded. "No."

"Why not," the Boy Wonder asked incredulously. "Is there something wrong with green? I mean it's the color of the grass, the leaves-"

"Money, greed, toxic waste, types of poison, Kryptonite," Superboy continued, his anger bubbling a bit. Humans were vicious people who stole and polluted, turning their oceans from their vibrant azure to a dreary, sickly swamp green. And then there was that awful Kryptonite that rendered his, well Superman's race, useless.

The clone looked back down at the teenager at least half his size and tilted his head a bit. Robin's arm was raised so he could rub his neck: A normal human behavior for one who felt uneasy. He wondered if it was his fault Robin was nervous. Had he said or done something wrong? Then he noticed Robin's ensemble and grabbed at the young boy's clothing, lifting him off the ground so that they were face to face.

"Umm… Something troubling you big guy? Not feeling the aster, are you?" Robin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and held it there so they wouldn't fall. He ignored the looks people on the street were giving them and noticed the young clone's cerulean eyes staring at the hoodie he wore to hide his obvious muscles that no 13 year old boy belonged having and tilted his head. "You… you like the color of my hoodie?"

Superboy put Robin down and shrugged. "I don't hate it," he mused, turning to walk away.

"Great!" the former sidekick cheered, removing the paper with the questions from his jacket pocket. "So Superboy's favorite color is blue. That wasn't so hard now was it?"

One of Superboy's brow rose and he gave Robin, who was now in front of him walking backwards, a small smirk. He knew the Batman's protégé was intelligent, flexible, and stealthiest and all around the best sidek- no- hero in training on their team with what he heard was at least three years of going up against baddies under his belt. However no one had told him about this side of the Boy Wonder. Sure when he was with Wally he was incredibly playful, and he was sure he was basically the same with everyone else on the team as well.

So then why is it that I feel like I'm getting some kind of special attention? He asked himself while following behind the young teen, eyes focused intently on his back.

Robin gave off that famous cackle of his, alerting Superboy of their current surroundings. The young bird stood in front of a small shop that Superboy was sure he'd never been to, and his thumb pointed up at the sign above the store.

"Happy Harbor Pet Store?" the clone mumbled, following Robin into the quaint little shop.

So if you're wondering why they're at a pet store then boy, I guess you weren't paying attention. Must be because I'm a bad writer? Oh well I'm gonna keep writing anyway. So I actually was wondering if anyone who reads this story would help me out. So far I have 6/10(as you can see) of the questions and need 4 more. Doesn't have to be "favorite" but it is preferred. Also I'm currently thinking if anyone has suggestions for Superboy's favorite book, ice cream and band I would love to hear it, cuz I know how they'll figure it out, but not what it will be exactly. So any suggestions? Just review and I'll use what I think is good.

One more thing, I would want a reason why he would like those certain things because having reasons makes it much more fun, right?