Hello, people who stop to read this! I know these were originally separate stories, but I just keep thinking of different scenarios that I could do with the YJ crew, so I decided to put into one story. Updates will be random but (hopefully) frequent. The one shots will always come in threes, and they might all focus on one episode, or be completely different from each other. The rating will not change, as this story will not be graphic. The title will definitely change.

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Title: Dot Syndrome

Rating: K

Pairing: None

Wally looked over to Superboy. "Dude. You've been staring at me for the past hour." Unsurprisingly, the staring didn't cease. Wally felt a blush rise on his cheeks and not for the first time in the last hour. Did he have something on his face?

"You're, uh, making me uncomfortable. Can you, like, stop?" Superboy's eyes squinted slightly and he cocked his head. Wally was reminded of a puppy that didn't know what its owner was telling it.

"Why do you have so many dots on your face?"

"Dots?"

"Yeah. Megan has them too."

"You mean freckles? A lot of people have them."

"No. You and Megan are the only people I've seen who have so many large dots."

"Well you haven't actually met that many people have you?"

Superboy scowled, and Wally felt the smug feeling of victory settle over him. "I have only met about twenty people so far. Considering that you and Megan are the only ones out of those people who have such visible dots I assumed you two had some sort of skin problem associated with your orange hair."

Wally flushed. First kids start laughing at his red hair (Wally so had a soul) and freckles, and now Superboy is making fun of them too?

"Well I'll have you know that some people purposefully dye their hair red and wish that they had such an awesome hair color."

"Why would anybody want Dot Syndrome?" Wally face palmed.

"You know what? Just watch the TV."

It was until he saw The Flash without his mask that Superboy studied somebody else so closely ever again.

Title: Changes in Culture

Rating: T

Pairing: Slight Black Canary X Miss Martian

"Earthlings have many odd traditions," Megan commented out of the blue. They were all at the table for breakfast (Wally on his third bowl of cereal).

"Really? How does it differ from your planet's culture?" Kaldur inquired.

"Well, Earth's technology is very behind that of Martians. Your table manners and greetings were quite hard to figure out. And since I have been using telepathy all of my life, it was difficult to learn how to adjust to talking only verbally," Megan cutely put a finger to her chin, thinking. "Oh! And Earth has this weird thing called 'underwear'."

Time stopped.

Wally was the first to react, choking on his Reese' Puffs. Robin reacted after, blinking slowly before he quickly put a hand to his already smiling mouth. Superboy didn't seem to think it was odd.

"Megan," Kaldur said slowly, cautiously. "Who told you about underwear?"

"Oh, Black Canary did! She was so nice about it too. She even let me borrow some of her underwear."

"Wait a minute," Wally said, having recovered from the peanut butter chocolate flavor. "So up until we met Black Canary you went comman - without any underwear."

"No, it was until we sparred that I started wearing underwear," Megan shifted uncomfortably. "They fit me so weird. Especially the 'bra'. It's so constricting!"

Young Justice was silent.

Megan looked down at her watch. "I have to meet Black Canary for training in five minutes! See you guys later!"

As Megan fled the room, everyone looked at each other. What just happened?

Title: Different

Rating: K

Pairing: None

Everyone on his team was different. Kaldur had sharp features, and if looked at in the right lightening, cheekbones sharpening further into gills. His eyes were the most capturing thing about him, Superboy had decided. They were an odd, inhuman silvery color and Superboy remembers them to be calm, patient as he explained what was right and wrong with his actions, or what he should have done instead.

Wally had many problems with his face, Superboy was certain. Unnatural dots were splayed all over his body, but the most visible on his face. They were all different shapes and sizes, and admittedly pleasant to look at. Wally's face was shapely but not quite as sharp as Kaldur's, with slightly hollowed cheeks. His eyes, similar to the green of Robin's suit, were always playful and mischievous.

Megan was the most exotic of them all. The first thing Superboy noticed about her was her striking green flesh, until he looked at her eyes. They were warm brown color, shining brightly whenever the sun hit her just right, or whenever she smiled. Megan's hair, even oranger (Superboy squinted, debating if that was a word) than Wally's, which Superboy had originally thought was impossible.

Robin was the most average of them all behind his glasses. Average black hair, no dots or orange hair, and an average body shape of someone of his age. (Once, Superboy asked him why he was so small, and Robin had said incredulously, 'Dude. I'm only thirteen.' From which Superboy concluded that all thirteen year olds were small, lanky things). His face shape was rounded and boyish. Superboy wasn't aware of it, but only he could see the small changes in his face and body as he came out of his room in the morning as he approached adulthood.

All of Superboy's team was different, but he didn't mind.