I do not own Young Justice

I do not own Robin, in legal form or body... XD

I may contiue this...though it will start as a one-shot, see how people will react.

Watchmen? Watched the movie last night-Amazing. New Fav. Movie.

A new mission had come and gone, where they had gotten the intel they needed, but were tussled fairly badly.

Robin was no closer to nabbing Zucco, which was really starting to piss him off.

And it started with a glance.

One from Wally.

Then another from Conner.

One day he sat on the recliner, tryping away on his laptop. Wally had come in, eyed the Tv, then the coffee table and then him.

Wally bit his lip, eyeing the remote controllers on the clean glass, then back to Robin.

Robin, having kept his head down, looked up through his lashes and glasses.

Wally looked right at him, then repressing a sigh, he sat and started up the game system.
"That a two player?" Wally looked up in shock.

At first, he almost didn't notice. But he quickly began seeing a pattern. While with Wally, he played video games. Ones where they got so competitive they ended up on top of one another, ususally shouting curses and insults at the top of their lungs. At first, when Wally first shouted at him, Robin had been pissed and shouted back.

It became a fun pastime to say the least.

Later, Robin jumped over the back of the sofa and sat, leaning into the cushions.

What he didn't notice at first, was the clone beneath him.
"Get. Off." The clone gave him a withering glance.
"Nope." he grinned and turned on the Tv.

While with Conner, they sat like that and spoke nearly non-stop about anything and everything, sometimes even in different languages which got them strange looks from the others.

Sure, he was making a relation of some sort with every member of the team, but Wall and Kon were the top two on his list. He tried to tell himself it was just because he might need Wally's relexes or easy support. Or he might want some muscle later on or some firece loyalty. Both of which came from Clark and were easily seen in Conner.

But perhaps, it was something more?

He shoved the thought out of his head immedaitly and almost regretted it.

Almost.

-X-

Some nights later, Batman had to leave him at the mountian. Alfred was off visiting a realative and Batman was needed off-world.

So that left him alone at the mountian.

With an ilegal alien.

An irritated archer.

A hyper-active speedster.

A calm and collected fish.

And an anger-management clone.

Lovely.

Sighing, he shrugged on his over-night messanger bag and stepped walked into the quiet mountian. The lights were out, the only sound was a humming of machines. Stumbling into the kitchen, he flipped on the light above the sink, giving a halo of yellow above his dark head, leaving his face in shadows. "Red Tornado? Megs? Kon? Hello?" After several moments of no answers, he sagged. "Great."

It was then he realized he was disappointed.

Disappointed.

Had he been looking forward to this "bonding time", as Batman had so kindly put it?

No.

Absoultly not.

No way in Hell.

...And yet...

Growling, he made his way to his assigned room. He walked through the pitch-black hall, listening to the softes of sounds, trying to use his Bat-sences, rather than turn on all the lights like a frightened child.

Thunder erupted above him.

He stopped in his tracks, having heard a soft curse when it erupted.

Wally.

He contiued walking.

A soft grunt.

Artemis.

A huff.

Conner.

He heard other soft noises most humans wouldn't pick up on. He reached his door and went inside, making sure it shut before anyone else slipped in. He turned on his light and threw his bag onto the floor beside his bed. He turned and crossed his arms, smriking.

Interesting.

Wally and Artey, in the same place, at the same exact time and not having an all-out PMSing war?

Conner not growling like some caged animal?

What did they think they were doing? Going to scare the wee lil' birdie? An initiation, perhaps? Or just boredem? Just for kicks?

He grinned, an idea striking him.

-X-

After about an hour of preperation, he opened the door, walking back down the hall.

He heard a whisper, just loud enough to make any other person nervous.

Thunder crashed above, and echoed down the halls.

"Guys? Not funny." He called out, then shook his head, fighting off a knowing smirk; hoping to appear as though he were uneasy.

He contiued walking, though a bit faster. "Where are the damn lightswitches?" he hissed. "I can't believe they're making us stay here, after all those people died. How can Conner and M'gann sleep in those beds? The attack came at night, so its obvious many died in bed. Probably even in the rooms we all sleep in."

He heard a slight whiper.

M'gann.

He reached the rec room but pulled up short, pulling around to look behind him. "Damn Bat-parionia."

He grinned as he walked over to the couch, being super careful as to where he sat; on its arm.

He senced them before he felt their movements in the air around him.

He picked up the remote.

They all shouted and garb bed at him.

Screaming, he inwardly laughed, as he fell forward and landed heavily on the ground, his hand brushing against his head.

A light flared on above him.

A scream erupted.

M'gann was kneeling next to him, crying out, "Robin! Robin! He's hurt!"
"What? Dude, this wasn't suppose to-"
"Aw hell, Batman'll have our heads!"
"Calm down every-"
"He's not breathing!" M'gann was wailing by now.

He peeked and saw Conner biting back laughter.

Oh-ho-ho, was Conner a fence man?

Robin let out a blood crudling scream that sent Conner reeling backwards in shock, before laughing like a lunatic. "Got you! I so got you!"