A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading this fic and staying with me. This chapter is one of my first focused solely on Conner, so please keep that in mind. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Young Justice, Cartoon Network, Or DC Comics

Chapter Four: The Strong and Completely Silent Type

When Dick first suggested the idea of being completely silent for a day, Conner wasn't convinced. How could being quiet make a statement? Still, his entire Team was doing it, so he figured what the heck. It was just one day. Besides, he was quiet anyway. As he trudged to school with M'gann, they both just thought. Free thinking was still a little new to the Boy of Steel, since he had been controlled by Cadmus for most of his short life. But he thought. A lot, actually. He still didn't know a lot of the culture. Though he knew enough that making someone, feel inferior just because the person they choose to love doesn't agree with their religion, just isn't right. At all.

At school when he was separated from M'gann, he expected her to use the mental link to keep in touch. And when she didn't, it surprised the clone more than he would admit. Just as well. It was the Day of Silence, after all.

PE was Conner's favorite period, because it gave him a chance to channel his anger. One of the few guys bigger than Conner, Jack the Jerk, shoved him. "Why you so quiet, huh Kent?" All Conner wanted to do was channel his anger on Jack's face. He walked away though, to the track where'd they'd be doing sprints. Conner expected a feeling to wash over him of power and control, like in those movies M'gann forced him to watch. Over and over again. Instead, he felt the opposite. He felt weakness and vulnerability engulf him. He felt dizzy and his legs became shaky. Was there a stray chunk of kryptonite lying around? During the sprints, Conner challenged Jack, determined to take that smug look of the guy's face. Conner would've admitted he used his powers a little to show the Jerk up. The feeling faded, but it didn't completely disappear.

After PE, when the bell rang to get dressed, Coach Marcus pulled him aside and asked him to join the track team. Begged is actually a better term. The man sounded absolutely desperate for Conner. But he already had a Team. Conner shook his head. "Is everything alright, Conner?" he asked his expression softening. Conner shook his head. He was lying to himself and his coach. Nothing was alright. Not with Conner or the world he lived in today.

Back at the Cave, once he flew through his homework, Conner hit one of the Cave's numerous gyms. This one was his favorite because it had the most weights and punching bags. Some sweat rolled off his face as he pumped nearly 300 lbs. with just a smidge of effort. He was trying desperately to make the feeling that had settled at the pit of his stomach go away. He feared that no amount of strength could make that feeling disappear.