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Chapter 4

It had been a long wait. A couple of hours. That was only composed of the time the injured Boy Wonder was in the medical section, being examined by his father. The one who saved him, who carried him to safety, was sitting in the hallway outside. All the others were passing the time in the lounge. The Boy of Steel just stared out blankly in front of him. He knew Batman was good at what he did, but there was still the chance the little bird might not make it. Every time he considered walking in to ask if any progress had been made, he stopped himself, knowing it was best to stay out of the way and let the man do his job.

Superboy couldn't bare the ride back to Mount Justice. They had hooked up Robin to the medical equipment in the Bioship, and they were lucky it would suffice for the ride back. Superboy had stayed close to him the whole ride, stoking his hand with his thumb, his face lacking any expression.

Eventually, Superboy looked up and saw that Batman was not occupied with keeping track of the progress of the Boy Wonder, but was only looking upon him. Superboy decided to give the man some time to process the situation and reflect on his thoughts but eventually, he found he could not sit still. He walked through the medical doors, Batman not looking in his direction, only continuing to stare at his protégé. Superboy walked up beside him and looked down at his fallen partner. "How is…"

"He'll live. It wasn't easy, but he'll live,"

Superboy let out a deep sigh, relaxing with the new, greatly appreciated information.

Batman then walked over to the monitors and checked on the data of his young lad. Superboy only continued to look at his friend, heart breaking seeing the sight before him. "I'm not very good at this type of thing," Batman started, catching Conner's attention. "This may not seem very genuine, but thank you," Batman then turned to face Conner, Conner turning to face him. "If you weren't there, if you weren't fast enough, he may not still be here. He's very important to me, more than I let on," Conner began to smile at him, but Batman's expression didn't change. He went back to checking the monitor. "I've done all I can. If there's a change in his condition, I'll know. I'll leave you two alone," He then turned to leave through the doors.

Superboy came closer to the Boy Wonder. He regarded him for a while. Though his friend was still alive, he couldn't shake the feelings and thoughts that he failed, that he let his little bird get hurt. What he least wanted to happen had come into being. With low eyes, he brought one of the bird's hands into his own, interlocking the fingers, fascinated by how well they fit, intoxicated by the soft skin of the ungloved hand. He studies how different they were, one small, one large. But the extreme differences only made it more beautiful in the half-kryptonian's eyes.

He then felt the hand move on its own. He noticed the whole body shifted ever so slightly. He heard a slight moan and saw the eyes behind the mask open slowly. The bird took a while before he spoke. "Hey,"

"Hey, go back to sleep,"

"No argument here, except I don't think I'll be able to. It really hurts,"


At this moment, Batman received the signal that Robin was conscious. He rushed over to the doors to the medical room but stopped when he looked into the window. He saw his young apprentice in the middle of talking with his friend. He decided they were having a moment, and ceased his entering, giving them time to themselves.


Superboy's expression then changed, appearing less cheerful. "I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry too. But these things happen,"

"I meant I'm sorry I let this happen. I didn't want you to get hurt, especially like the way it happened,"

"Well you were busy fighting. It's not your fault,"

"But I could have prevented it…"

"You did enough for me that night. Conner, I know I was injured a couple of hours ago, but I can take care of myself. With this line of work, these things always happen. I've been injured so many times, I've lost count,"

"And that scares me!"

Dick just stared at his friend, a little confused. "Why? Why are you scared with me getting hurt? I mean, I don't see you doing this kind of stuff for the other members of the team,"

"I… I don't want to talk about it,"

"Come on Conner. Just for me," Though it pained him, he managed to sit up, wincing a little. Conner came closer to push him back down, but he was met with Robin's hand, blocking him. In his new position, Richard felt more comfortable talking to his friend. "Your need to protect me is new, ever since that night when we slept together. You were murmuring stuff like 'you're safe'. What happened that night?"

Conner looked away, finally giving up, unsure how the Boy Wonder would react. "I… I had a dream that night. We were fighting the Joker on a building and you fell off. I wasn't fast enough to save you. One of the last things I remember about that dream was seeing you dead on the ground below,"

He turned his head back to look at his friend. Dick's eyes softened and became full of understanding. "I see…"

"Ya, and then you came into my room and asked if I was okay like the great friend you are and… and I saw your beautiful eyes and I knew I couldn't lose you,"

"Right…," the Boy Wonder started, remembering his mistake. "About that, that wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to let you see me without my glasses,"

"I'm glad I did. You have the prettiest blue eyes I've seen,"

Dick blushed at the comment. He saw Conner come closer and moved his hands up, placing his fingers around the mask that hid the Boy Wonder's true identity. Seeing that he wasn't protesting, Conner continued to reveal that which he'd been waiting to see. With the exposure of his full face, Dick's blue eyes pierced through Conner's soul. The Boy of Steel felt a sensation moving through his chest, finding he needed to put effort into normalizing his breathing. Conner never knew his friend could have this kind of effect on him. He eventually calmed himself down, still meeting Dick's gaze. "Robin… you're beautiful…"

Dick just looked down; he didn't know how to respond. Eventually he turned his head up and stared back at Conner. "Conner, I know that I got hurt badly, but I swear I'm fine. You don't need to be concerned with me all the time. This may happen to those of us who aren't nearly-invulnerable, but you don't have anything to worry about. I'll never leave you,"

"I get that now. But I can't promise I won't look out for you,"

"That's okay, just so long as you know I can take care of myself. I mean, even Batman isn't as protective as you were, and he's my…"

"… your mentor?"

Dick then came to the realization that he could trust his friend, with every secret he had. His father seemed to have shared the same idea with the conversation they had earlier. He and Conner clearly had the same relationship that his father and Clark shared. He cleared his throat, ensuring this moment wouldn't be ruined. "Conner, my name… is Richard Grayson. But everyone calls me Dick," Conner's expression lightened even more from what it already had been. He knew that Dick would sacrifice so much in order to keep this information from most people, so to be told by the little bird himself was truly an honor.

"Dick…"

"Conner…"

They both kept their smiles, their worry-free expressions. They started to move closer towards one another, still gazing into each other's eyes. With a tilt of their heads, they loomed closer and closer still, their eyes beginning to shut. When they made contact at first, their kiss was small, soft, and very innocent. But through the enjoyment, both then participated in the connection with greater force, bringing the rest of their bodies even closer. Dick wrapped his arms around Conner's neck while Conner's wrapped his larger arms around the smaller body, careful not to damage him in his ecstasy. The Boy of Steel would have never believed that a nightmare like that would have resulted in an experience like this.


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