Title: Miracle Girl

Author: World-63-Prime

Summary: For though they were superheroes with great abilities beyond human comprehension, Superboy and Robin had no business raising babies. Or even one. One week, thirty little moments. "Connor, I'm not equipped to be a mother."

Rated: T, for violence

Beta'd: Nope

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, any of its characters. It's all owned by DC, the rebooting bastards.

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In Which Robin and Superboy Try to Find Baby's Parents

"So…Red Tornado…do you know of any, I don't know…distress signals from other planets asking around for a lost baby, would you?"

The android gave Robin a very blank stare, which was an amazing feat considering he was a heartless robot – ah, correction. The guy had a heart, but it was made out of metal.

"If this is a joke, Robin, I do not see the humour in it. Countless innocents have lost their home and their children to real world ending tragedies."

Yeah, if only what was going on was a joke, because he wasn't laughing either. And Superboy – Connor – the guy was walking a rut into the floor over the insanely coincidental predicament they had inadvertently gotten themselves into. Not every day you found an alien baby at a crash site so close to home. It had to be an alien, right? Because Robin was pretty sure that babies normally didn't just fall out of the sky on a regular basis.

Robin pulled the baby carrier he had been hiding under his cape, showing the gurgling baby who was now trying to eat its own foot. It stopped a moment and looked up at Red Tornado, staring right at the android with her big blue eyes before returning to nibbling on her foot. Thinking that it wasn't very sanitary, Robin gently nudged her foot away. Giggling, the little tyke suddenly grabbed his finger and held fast, smiling a toothless little grin at him. His heart skipped oddly at the action. He pulled his finger away.

"As you can see…so not a joke," stated the teen.

Red Tornado stared at the child, then looked up at the Boy Wonder. He cast his gaze downward once more, threw it back up to see the very serious expression on the youth's face. Oh, my. What a troublesome bit of business this was.

"It's a baby."

"Pardon my French, but duh. So, do you know of any planets blowing up or some intergalactic parents looking for a baby, cause, you know…Baby needs its mommy and daddy, after all." There was an odd hitch in Robin's voice then, that made Connor stop in his tracks and Red Tornado tilt his head. The Boy Wonder swore that it was just dust getting into his throat. Yes, just dust and it was pretty dry this summer and they seriously needed to hire a super maid or something to keep the mountain clean.

At long last, Red Tornado gave his answer. "Well, for the moment the child will have to be taken into League custody until its parents are found or otherwise –" Somehow, the 'or otherwise' sounded disturbingly ominous to the two youths as they heard it, coming from the android. "– in the absence of the Batman, I will make the decisions concerning our new ward…I leave the child in your care until further notice."

Connor went white. Robin went slack-jawed.

Red Tornado didn't just suggest what had just suggested, did he? Because there was no way that he and Superboy were going to be babysitting and how did he expect to babysit and it just didn't sit well and was so not aster and –

Little fingers caught hold of his cape and tugged, drawing Robin's attention down to the little bundle of joy that had almost literally fallen onto his lap. The baby giggled up at him and tugged again several more times. Big baby blues twinkled up at him, so full of happiness and innocent joy. Seemed as if it liked him, he thought. But really, no matter how cute, he and Superboy really had no business taking care of babies. Robin still couldn't lead the Team just yet and Red Tornado expected him to just pick up a probably orphaned baby and…oh.

The baby had stuffed some of the cape's material into its mouth and suckled on it (which definitely wasn't sanitary, considering he knew where that cape had been). Somehow, this caused the little thing to fall asleep as she held onto the bright yellow and dark black, as if it were a security blanket. The baby was so small and vulnerable and probably had no idea it was all alone in this world, its mother and father probably lost...

Carefully, he removed the fabric from the infant's mouth and gently, awkwardly picked the baby up. So light and squishy. He chuckled at the strange and new feeling.

"Okay. Yeah. This is workable. I can do it," he agreed. There were still some doubts though. Very well founded ones. "What about missions that might come up? Bad guys don't take holidays, you know. And…I have no idea how to take care of a baby."

"You and Superboy may work on this together, while I contact the League and see if we can find this child's origins. I would like all of the details you may give as to how this child came to Earth. Any and all information is crucial. And as for taking care of a baby…it should not be too hard to look up a manual or two on childcare. Between Superboy and yourself, I'm sure that you will become suitable surrogate parents."

Surrogates. Adoptive. Oh, god. Even for a little while, that was a pretty big commitment.

Connor was beside Robin then, a looming, strong presence. The taller teen was exuding an air of confidence, but one look into his eyes, Robin could see he was unsure, too. Looking down at the tiny life nestled in his arms, he stood straighter, though the reassuring hand on his shoulder did help a bit. Smirking up at Connor, he nodded ascent, before beginning the tale of how the baby came to be with them. Once the two teens gave up every detail that they could, Red Tornado was off to the spot on the beach where the baby's pod had crashed, leaving a slightly nervous Robin and a distinctly perturbed Superboy in his wake.

And then the baby woke-up, crying loudly enough that made the Boy Wonder worried for the structural integrity of the hollowed out mountain.

The two teens looked at one another, both quite lost on what to do. Though he was seemingly older and had so much knowledge crammed into his brain thanks to the genomorphs it was ridiculous, Connor looked to Robin on what should be done. More than ever, Robin wished the others were there with them now, to give their advice and support, because Robin – for once – had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

"Connor."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not equipped for this sort of thing."