Okay, this chapter shows how the team reacts to the return of Robin nd Sparrow. Their injuries were treated at the watchtower, and now they're being taken back home, don't know how you guys will react to the stuff with Conner, but he's only just found the team, I figure he'll be very protective over everyone on it. Enjoy and okease review! I want five reviews befire I post the next chapter! You guys read this almost as fast as I write! :)

Also, this chaoter may be considered slightly crack. As in crackfic.


"Robin? Rob?" Artemis asked, confused as to where he could have gone.

Wally flashed back into the room. "He isn't here. I checked everywhere." he confirmed.

"Then... where is he?" Conner asked, looking genuinely curious.

"Probably just hiding or something, You know how he is, all ninja." Artemis said.

Megann shook her head. "I can't feel him telepathically anywhere..."

"Recognized, Batman 02, Robin B01, Superman 01, Sparrow B02." the computer announced. Batman had managed to get the zeta tubes again working, and everyone gasped when they saw Batman holding a limp Robin in his arms, and Superman carrying Sparrow.

"Sparrow!" Conner ran over to the little girl. He'd begun to think of her like a sister, and he didn't care that Superman was holding her, but snatched her from his grasp with speed that made Wally jealous and shocked superman.

"Sparrow, talk to me, please..." Conner begged, kneeling down and gently tapping her cheek. "Sparrow?"

"Conner, I..." Superman started, and Conner looked up, face filled with rage.

"Shut up! I don't care! How could you let this happen to her!? I... just leave me alone!" Conner turned and ran from the room, still carrying Sparrow, leaving the rest of the team in shocked silence.

"What happened?" Artemis demanded, looking at Robin's bruised face and feeling dread well up in her.

"There was a take-over at the watchtower, we were forced to call in Robin and Sparrow, and they tangled with the Injustice League. I'll explain later." Batman said, stepping past the anxious team and heading towards the medbay.

The team followed him, still worried, and were shocked to find Conner already sitting beside Sparrow's bed, knees to his chest, looking more like a kid than they'd ever seen him.

Sparrow muttered something in her sleep, Romani, probably, and Robin answered her. She relaxed and slipped deeper into the land of dreams.

"We have to talk." Batman said, and the team followed the two heroes into the main room.

"Get comfortable. It's a long story." Superman instructed, and they did, all waiting for it. Batman described the incident, and they all stared at him, wide-eyed, when he was done.

"So, wait, what does this have to do with the team?" Wally asked.

"Nothing. The Injustice League is going to be taken down by Leaguers. We just thought we'd inform you of what happened to Robin and Sparrow."

"How... how badly are they hurt?" Megann asked, looking worried.

"They each have a few broken ribs, Robin has a concussion and Sparrow had a few broken fingers, but mainly they're just bruised and exhausted." Superman supplied.

Conner gave Superman a glare, and Artemis spoke. "You honestly expect us to sit by and let you handle the Injustice League after what they did to them!?" she demanded.

"Yes, I do. Besides, you have a new team member to work with." Batman said.

"You mean you've decided Sparrow is ready?" Kaldur asked, looking hopeful.

Batman nodded. "The League discussed it, and we've decided she's ready. Before you get used to her, though, there are things you need to know. Do not inquire about her past or secret identity. She'll do things you don't understand at times, but don't question her. The same with Robin. They might speak Romani with one another when they want a conversation to be private..."

Just then a scream echoed through the hall, and everyone ran towards he med bay,

"Mami! Tati! No!" Sparrow had entangled herself in the sheets, and she thrashed and cried in her sleep, looking terrified.

"She won't wake up! She's terrified, whatever it is. I can't get any farther into her mind..." Megann yelled over her screams, and Batman sat beside her on the bed, seizing her by the shoulders. Her eyes were open, but she was still screaming and fighting, it was clear she was still dreaming, and Batman slapped her across the face.

She gasped, touching her cheek gingerly where she'd been struck, but then she saw Batman beside her and threw herself at him, sobbing.

The team stared, and Batman pointed towards the door. "Out." was all he said, but it was clear he meant it, and the team scuttled out, still shocked to see Btman holding her protectively...

"What was that about?" Artemis wondered, voice not mean, but genuinely curious.

"It's called a nightmare, genius." Conner said coldly. "Ever have one?"

"Well, yeah, but..." Conner went to storm away, and Artemis stared. "Conner! How do you know what a nightmare is?"

Conner pretended he hadn't heard her and went to his room, slamming the door and sighing. Of course he knew what a nightmare was. He had them every night. That he disappointed Superman, accidentally killed someone with his strength, or let the entire team down... It was why he did his own laundry. He would never tell anyone, but he was a bed wetter. The nightmares were so strong, it was awful...

Sparrow didn't wet the bed, and she was eleven. He was SIXTEEN, but he did. And if Superman ever found out, he'd be even more disappointed in the terrible son he had... He punched the pillow into a more comfortable shape before finally falling asleep.


There was a knock at Conner's door far too early for his liking, and he moaned. While he hadn't wet the bed, last night had been exhausting. "What!?" he yelled.

He instantly regretted it when Sparrow stepped inside, holding a plate of something that smelled good.

"Wally told me you were upset last night, so I brought you waffles. Waffles fix everything."

Conner sat up, taking the plate from her. "Really?" he'd never had waffles before.

Just then, another thought crossed his mind,mand his brow furrowed. "Aren't you supposed to be in the med-bay?"

Sparrow shook her head. "Nah. It's only a few cracked ribs and stuff, I'm fine. Besides, their are cartoons on and stuff."

"Cartoons?" Conner asked, stoping eating his waffles to look at Sparrow, confused.

"Yeah, Invader Zim, Tom and Jerry, Spongebob and stuff. Want to watch them with me?" she asked, eyes brightening.

"Um... I guess." he stood and found himself curious as he followed Sparrow out to the living room. "Are cartoons fun?" he asked.

"Definitely! Here, I'll show you one."

"Wait, you just watch cartoons?" Conner asked. "You don't have to do anything else?"

Sparrow nodded. "Yep. Just watch. Here, I'll turn it on." Sparrow fumbled with the remote, splinted fingers making it hard, but Conner gently took it from her.

"What buttons do I hit?" he asked uncertainly.

"Six and four. Yes, Spongebob!" Sparrow looked happy, and Conner sat uncertainly beside his friend, watching the theme song play. The odd yellow sponge was hall monitor and thought that meant he was some kind of cop, and ended up destroying the town in an attempt to help people. Conner had to admit, it was pretty amusing, and the rest of the team, who decided to sleep late, came in to find them both laughing.

"Conner, you watch Spongebob?" Robin asked, looking amused.

"Well, I do now. It's pretty neat." Conner admitted, and perked up as another episode started.

The team exchanged glances. They'd never seen Conner this... happy. Both he and Sparrow burst out laughing as Squidward's bike exploded, and Robin, who'd just decided to leave the med-bay that morning, grabbed a pack of Oreos from the kitchen and sat down beside his sister and friend.


"Um... Sparrow... how do you make food?" Conner asked later that day. He'd found Sparrow was patient and trust worthy, teaching him about cartoons and waffles.

"You mean cook?" Sparrow asked.

Conner nodded sheepishly.

"Well, why not start with making something simple? Like toast. I'm not a very good cook, Conner..."

"It's okay. Anything you can teach me I'll be fine with."

Sparrow nodded. "Alright then. We'll start with toast. You put the bread in the slots and shove it down and wait until it goes ding. Ready, do it."

Conner nodded, putting the bread in and shoving the lever down, waiting intently until the toast seemed to leap up at him.

"Good. Now put it on a plate..." Sparrow instructed, and Conner obeyed, smiling hesitantly.

"Now you can put butter or jam on it if you want."

Conner nodded, grinning as he finished his first real cooking.

"And then you eat it." Conner nodded, offering her a piece. They sat in silence, and Conner beamed.

"Let's do it again!" he suggested, and Sparrow nodded, supervising again. By this point, Conner was excited. He grabbed the plate and ran into the living room.

"Guys! Guys, look! I made toast!" he said proudly.

Suddenly Conner noticed that Superman was in the room, looking at him like he was an idiot. Instantly, he turned and ran from the room, retreating and trying not to flush from embarrassment.

Superman watched as the boy quickly retreated and felt a pang of sympathy. He'd at least had parents to teach him how to act human, the boy had no one... Then again, he was the boy's father, he reasoned. Maybe he had to take the first step...

"Conner, can you make me some toast?" Superman yelled into the kitchen.

There was stunned silence for a moment, and then Conner replied quietly. "Umm... Sure... Superman..."

A few moments later Conner poked his head out of the kitchen. "You want butter or jam on it?" he asked.

"Butter's fine, Conner."

Conner nodded and trotted out with the toast, and Superman nodded and took a bite, trying to ignore the team as they watched him.

"Good toast, Conner." he said, ruffling the boy's hair awkwardly, and Conner nodded, looking surprised, before darting back into the kitchen again, smiling.