"What should I do?" Connor asked, watching his boyfriend toss and turn on the bed. He looked feverish, his eyes scrounged up tight in a look of pain. Connor turned to both Superman and Batman, unsure what his plan of action should be.

"Whatever you think is right. I want to see how you'll comfort MY son." Bruce told him, a slight growl to his voice as he watched the clone. He could see Connor visibly hesitate as he thought, his eyes landing on the boy. He gave a nod to himself, walking over slowly, his heart pounding, not wanting to blow his chances with the boy.

"He didn't go to bed last night." Clark told Bruce, his voice soft in hope Connor wouldn't hear him. "He actually cried for the first time. He thought he was dying."

"Serves him right." Bruce snarled, resting against the caves wall. "Looks like he does show more then the emotions of a horny teenage boy."

Connor stood by the bed, looking down at the boy with softened love filled eyes. Dick was twisted up in a sheet, his hands clutching the sheet and his teeth clenched together. Connor saw that he had an I.V in his arm. His eyes were shut tight and he was moving around slightly, looking to be in a nightmare.

Connor bit his lip as he rested a hand on one of his flushed cheeks, amazed at how hot they felt. "Dick? You ok? It's me, Superboy."

Blood shot eyes snapped open, his uncertain blue eyes gazing at Connor before he rolled onto his side, humming loudly to himself.

"Ummm, Dick?" Superboy asked.

"YOU'RE NOT REAL! I CANT SEE YOU OR HEAR YOU!" Dick yelled, curling up into fetal position. Ever since he had been gassed he thought he saw Superboy everywhere. He had heard his voice multiple times in the back of his head, felt his non existing hands on hiss arms, lips on his… God he was going insane without his touches.

"Dick, I am real." Superboy said, worried as he sat on the side of the bed, his hand resting on his shoulder.

"NO YOUR NOT!" Superboy sighed; he was getting very annoyed with the yelling. He had to keep his cool. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Yes, I am. Just open your eyes and look at me." He encouraged, trying not to look over at the mentors.

"No!" Dick snapped, kicking him.

"Ok, didn't your foot just collide with my side? Did you not feel that?" Dick listened to his reasoning, his brain told him not to listen, but his heart told him that maybe this 'hallucination' had some truth in its words. Or he could have been kicking Bruce again, that man did tolerate a lot.

Dick rolled onto his back, breathing softly as he fought with himself, coming to the decision to open his eyes. Which he did, very slowly, looking Superboy up and down before smiling brightly, grabbing onto his hand with all his strength. "It's really you?"

"Yeah, it's really me." He winced slightly at the grip Dick asserted, he felt like a life boat to someone who was sinking to the bottom of the ocean. But Connor didn't mind, in fact ti made him feel happy that his boy friend missed him that much. "Batman said we could date again. Unless you don't want to."

SMACK!

Connor looked at the boy with wide eyes. Did he just smack him across the face?

"You're an idiot you know that right?" Dick asked, his hand caressing the wounded cheek. "Of course I want to go out with you. Unless you say something that stupid again." He rubbed the spot some more. His eyes filling up with tears as he looked away. Connor just wrapped his arms around him, place his chin in the crook of his neck.

"Hey, don't cry. Cause if you do then I might."

"I'm just happy." He sniffled, taking the I.V needle out of his arm, wincing as it stung. "Sorry, I got blood on your shirt." Connor ignored the small drops of blood on his sleeve and gave him a small peck on the lips.

"I don't care. It's a part of you." He whispered.

"HEY! Where's my hug!" Kid Flash yelled at them when he came to. He crossed his arms, jealous pout on his lips.

"Shut up! Were having a moment!" Connor yelled, his anger flaring up.

"Meany!" He yelled back, shutting up when Batman gave him a glare. He threw his arms up in the air, flopping back down on his back.

"You hungry? Need anything?" Connor asked Dick, concern written on his face.

"No, just you. That's all I ever needed." He gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, and Connor?" He asked as the clone got up, ready to go tell Batman mission accomplish.

"Yeah?"

"You ever listen to Chicko again and I really will make you into a Kryptonian blanket. Got that?"

"Yes sir."