A/N: Here's this!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything.

"Something's wrong with Superboy!"

Well, to say Robin's attention was caught wasn't enough. His interest was piqued to a level he hadn't yet discovered. A Kryptonian. Wrong. It was like the ultimate oxymoron. Kryptonians were virtually indestructible!

Megan was instantly on the little boy, poking and prodding him with one finger. "There's something wrong with Superboy! You have to help him!"

Needless to say, Robin did like the thought of being the one Megan would turn to. He was easily one of the smartest of the group. Kaldur was the only one close. Wally was only scientifically smart. The young boy turned around a bit from where he sat on the kitchen counter with an ice cream cone in hand. Sure, he was mature for his age, but that didn't stop him from having the impulsive need for sweets. "What's wrong?"

Megan's face was panicky, her hands flailing in a wild way. She almost seemed like a fangirl who had just seen her favorite celebrity. Except the fear scrawled across her green features. "He's twitching a lot and his eyes are moving a lot and-" She stopped her scared rant when she saw one of Robin's black brows raise in question while his tongue was mid-lick between the vanilla dairy product and his mouth. So Megan snatched his hand and dragged him off the counter and began to haul him towards Superboy who lay on the couch in a deep slumber.

In the meantime, Robin had been dragged off a counter by a surprisingly strong girl, banged his knee into the floor, dropped his ice cream, let out a little whine as the ice cream went splat!, and was then promptly hauled to his feet when they reached the couch. So far, it looked like it'd be a pretty eventful day.

"Look!" insisted Miss Martian with her head tilted to one side, her arms wildly gesturing to the clone's sleeping form.

Behind closed lids, Superboy's eyes were flitting rapidly and his muscles twitched. A pillow was hugged tightly to his chest in a death-grip. Literally.

Robin gave a little "PFFT!" and brushed a bit of dirt off his jacket from the journey between the two rooms. "He's just having a nightmare."

Megan's eyes widened in horror. She'd had nightmares before. Not many, but she'd had them. "But he looks awkward." Her head remained cocked to one side while the panic still lay thickly upon her features.

"Batman looks even more awkward when he's having a nightmare, trust me." Robin had grown to become a bit of a professional on the subject of nightmares. The subconscious mind was something he'd studied like a maniac after the trauma earlier in his life; he'd wanted to control his nightmares. It hadn't worked. The raven-haired teen gave a couch cushion a swift kick. The toe of his shoe found plush fluff. "Yo, Superboy."

Sky blue eyes shot open. The tendons in Superboy's neck were drawn tight, visible beneath his skin. His hair was a tousled mess, and his shirt, the one that Megan loved so dearly, was rumpled. Generally, he was a mess.

"You were having a nightmare." He put it so nonchalantly, like it happened every day. It seemed as if it were a common occurrence for the young acrobat. "You good?"

A little nod was the clone's response. Some of the fear was reduced in his azure orbs. One hand reached to fix his shirt so it lay straight on his body instead of crooked. No words came; his mind was still trapped in the fear and shock of whatever he'd seen behind closed lids.

"You fixed him!" Megan's arms were instantly around Superboy's neck as she clung to him like he was a giant teddy bear. As long as he was safe and well, he was happy. That was all that mattered to the green-skinned girl.

Who was Robin to not take credit for his awesomeness? Sure, he hadn't actually done anything, but that didn't mean anything. He didn't get credit for saving Gotham, did he? No, his mentor did. So he'd take credit in the stupid little things. Like waking Superboy up. "No problem." A smirk was planted on his satisfied features. "Just call me if you need anything else." He always had liked saving damsels in distress.

A/N: Short, sweet, sort of, and with a pinch of Robin for me and some Supermartian for their fans out there. Review.

~Sky