This is for the question someone asked me: Yes, My Jester is gay.

Wayne Manor. September 7. 5:59 am.

Swaying in his makeshift hammock the son of the Clown Prince of Crime lays in deep slumber, sighing he hugs his plush wolf closer to his chest as he moves to a comfortable position until…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Arg!" The manic groans pulling his blanket over his head to block the noise. "Speedy, be a good hedgehog and shut that clock up, will you?" Why was his alarm on again?

Emerging from this bed of baby blankets on the desk Speedy shakes off his sleeping spell and yawning then eyeing his green-haired friend with an annoyed expression before complying with his request. Padding to the digital clock positioned not far from him he hits the snooze button with his nose then makes his way back to his bed.

"Thanks, puffball." Jay hums then passing out again.

20 minutes later passed when there's a knock on the door. "Jay, are you up yet?" Dicks voice came through the other side of the door.

"Nope. Im hibernating." He called back sheepishly. "State your business or else don't wake me up for at least three months."

"Don't you know what day it is?"

Knowing he wasn't going back to sleep he sits up. Yawing, he rubs his eyes to wipe off the sleepy. "Am I supposed to know?"

His brother's chuckles catch his ear. "Dude, you actually forgot? It's your first-day starting school." Before leaving he calls back. "Breakfast is ready."

"School…?" Still groggy from sleep it takes him a minute to come through. He opens his eyes after a second his vision comes clear and spots clothes laid out before him. He tilts his head in confusion. He never laid clothes out before. But then it hits him like a bucket of ice water. That's the right school!

His eyes snap open fully awake now he checks his clock. It reads 6:25 am.

"Crap!" He practically leaps of his hammock with a mixture of enthusiasm and panic.

Enthusiastic because today he was finally going.

Panic because he was going to be late meeting Superboy and Megan at the cave. They planned on getting to school together.

He snatches his clothes and races into the bathroom. After washing his face, brushing his teeth, and styling his hair to perfection he dresses. He stands in front of the mirror for a final once over.

His long green bangs were styled up in a messy quiff matching perfectly with his thin face and the back was layered short. A white t-shirt fitting snug and a back cropped leather jacket with its sleeves rolled to his elbows. Black skinny jeans with a green plaid shirt tied around his waist and finally grey converse. He slips on black fingerless gloves and dark eyeliner making his -eyes stand out.

He grins in satisfaction then rushes back to his room and fills Speedy's bowls for food and water setting next to his still sleeping companion, petting his head before grabbing his bag and dashing out of the room. "See ya later, Speedy!"

The tiny hedgehog simply yawns and rolls to his side.

When he makes it into the kitchen his brother is seen seated on the island with his robe and munching on eggs and toast. He turns when the clown comes in, an impression written on his face at his brother's wardrobe. "Not bad. Much better than what you wear in the field."

His brother finishes swallowing his pills then gulping down his eggs. "As much as I would love hearing you insult my fashion sense, I have to go." He drinks down his orange juice.

"Now? The school doesn't start until 8." The younger said when his brother got his lunch from the fridge.

"I told Supes and Red I'd meet them at the cave. Were all going together." He said swinging his bag over his shoulder. "And I'm taking my bike there so I won't be seen."

"You have the amulet, right?"

Jay gasp. "Oh no! That's the only thing I forgot!" He lifts his hand holding a small black box and smirks at the other. "Like I'd forget this." He pockets the box in his jeans.

"And your name?"

"Still keeping it secret like B said. Speaking of which where is he?" He looks around for the man in hopes that he would be there to see him off.

"Business meeting. He won't be back till later tonight." He tells him carefully.

The clown's heart drops a bit at that. "Oh." He was hoping the Billionaire would be there to wish him luck, now that hope is gone.

"Hey, it's alright," Dick said trying to comfort him. "He did the same to me when I started my first day of school."

"Yea." The clown's voice was still quiet. So his brother continues.

"It's weird. Before I was the only one going and you were the one staying and wishing me luck every school year. Now the roles changed."

Jay recalled those times. Every year when Dick started school he would be the first one up, making sure he had everything then smothering him with hugs and a kiss to the head and sending him off. Then he would be left alone. It would be quiet and lonely without the other.

"Yea." He then stands behind the younger. "But this hasn't!" He crushes DIck in a tight hug and nuzzling his face against the raven's cheek causing him to snicker at the tickling sensation, trying to get away from his loving assault. The green-head pulls away resting his cheek on his brother's head. "That, my little bird, will not change." Squeezing him one last time he moves away and checking the time.

"Crap, now I really have to go." He ruffles his brother's hair before he is sprinting out of the kitchen. "Wish me luck, D!" He calls back.

Silence. Then.

"Good luck." The younger says in a soft tone and lowering his head. Trying not to feel hurt that Jay forgot one last thing from their ritual. He couldn't blame him, he was in a hurry after all.

Just then two bleached hands grab his face and turning his head. Jay lays a kiss on his brother's forehead and pulling back and grinning. "Ritual complete." Then he is gone.

Leaving Dick to experience the loneliness he felt over the years.

Mount. Justice. September 7. 6:41 am.

Seen twisting a wrench on the parts of his motorcycle is the young Kryptonian clone in deep concentration, that is until a certain metal sphere appears demanding for attention that he couldn't help but let out a small grin at the machine's action.

"Jealous much?" He asked with an amused brow raised. The sphere chirped wildly pressing against the clone's side. Huffing a chuckle he pats him warmly. "Alright, alright."

"I see you've been keeping busy."

The clone snaps his head up at the voice to meet Jester sat comfortably on the cycles seat cushion admiring the design. Where did he come from?

"When did you get here? Or a better question, how did you get in here without making a peep?"

-eyes look down at him with mischief. "A ninja never reveals his secrets." Winking. His attention returns to the motor. "She's a beauty, nothing at all like mine." He then whips his head with eager eyes. "Can I have a ride!?" Bouncing in the seat.

"Nope," The clone shakes his head then standing, amused at his friend's excitement. Jester's smile drops into a pout. "Why not?"

"One: I'm not done with her yet, and two: You have your own, so off." He crossed his arms with a grin.

The clown swings his leg to fully face the taller teen standing a close distance in front of him. "But mines not as hot as this." He looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Just one ride."

"Nope."

"Yes," The green-head leaned his head up.

"No." The clone responded leaning his head down.

"Yes."

"No."

They continue their playful argument until they are inches away from each other's faces. Staring into each other's eyes waiting for one of them to say the next line.

"Please?" The manic whispers.

"Nope." Is what's whispered back. He loved this playful side of Jester.

"Argh!" Jester whales throwing his head back dramatically. "You are so mean!" Before giving the clone another mischievous look. "If you won't give her to me then I shall take her by force!" He declared.

The clone chuckles at his nonsense then kneeling to put his wrench away in the toolbox. "Good luck finding the keys."

"Oh, you don't mean these do you?" The jigging snaps the clone head up. Dangling from the snowy fingers are his keys. He then pats his front pockets and sure enough, they were empty. How the heck did he get them?

As if reading his mind the clown smirks wide and answers. "Again. Ninja. Let's start her up!" He says in motion to insert the keys in place.

"Oh, no you don't!" Superboy leaps up to snatch them back but the clown is much faster, easily slipping off the bike and dashing up the small flight of stairs away from the clone's grabby hands. "Give them back!" He runs after him.

"Can I have a ride?" Jester said from atop of the stairs with a brow raised and a playful grin as he waits for the final answer.

But the clone's mind does not change as he eyes up at his crazed friend with a smirk. "Not gonna happen." Then leaping up to the top in one bound.

"Then no way!" The green-head jumps down the nine steps just as the clone almost catches his arm before heading to the bike home free. Or so he thought.

By using his Super Leap the clone lands right in front of Jester who skids to a stop and pivots to make another run for it but is caught around the wait by two strong arms. His back pressed against the clone's muscular chest. He hides the keys closer to his chest.

"You gonna give them back?" SuperBoy's hot breath against his ear causes the manic to shiver as he whispered those words.

Jester turns his head back to look at him with a smirk. "Never." He whispered back.

The clone shrugs. "Suit yourself."

Before Jester questions, the clone's hands that are rested against his sides begin to wiggle their fingers. Jesters eyes widen about what was going to happen. That little..!

"Don't you dar-"

Too late.

The room is filled with clowns' laughter as Superboy continues his tickle assault. It becomes too much for Jester that he starts to sink down and lay flat on the floor but the fingers keep on wiggling. "HaHaHa! S..St..Stop! HaHaHa! He..Here..Take..ah..them! HaHaHa!" He opens his hands offering the keys to the clone.

Immediately the assault stops. "Thanks." The clone gladly takes them and pocket them before looking down at his out of breath friend and offering his hand to help him up.

Jester takes it and is hoisted up eying the other male with a pleasing look.. "Well played, sweetcheeks." He huffs still out of breath.

Something then collides with his back pushing him forward and into Superboy's waiting arms to keep him from falling. Both look to find the source to find the cause of it was the giant sphere. Beeping then pressing against the clone's back again trying to get his attention.

A smile forms on Jester's lips, stepping away from the clone and patting the metal surface as one would bet a dog. "Well, aren't you just adorable?" The clown cooed. It beeps louder, clearing enjoying the treatment it was getting. "What's its name?" He said looking over his shoulder.

"Sphere. And it's a she"

Jester's taken back at this answer. "Really? That's what you came up with?"

"What's wrong with it? It's what she is."

"A little more imagination would have been great for her." He turns his attention back to Sphere. "He has no sense of creativity, Huh baby girl?" He whispered to it playfully.

"I heard that." The other rolls his eyes.

The clown throws a grin over his shoulder. "You were meant to."

"Ready for school?" They turn to find Megan entering with RT, MM, and Aqualad behind her. "I made our lunches." She said holding up lunch bags for her and Superboy. She spots Jester and smiles excitedly landing in front of him and eyeing his new look. "Jester, you look amazing!"

"Thanks, doll. Spent all night trying to choose the best." He gestures to his clothes.

Jo'nn speaks. "The first day of a scholastic season carries great cultural resonance. We want to wish you both well." He tells them.

"Guess it's not a Kryptonian thing," Superboy said, his eyes hinting a bit of disappointment. Jester pats his back in sympathy exactly feeling what he was feeling.

"You may wish to change before you depart," Aqualad speaks to Megan and Jester.

"Ah, I spent hours choosing this outfit." Instantly the Martian's clothes begin to shift to a salmon-colored skirt and crop-top sweater with a white shirt and a salmon headband. "What do you think? Can M'gann M'orzz pass as an Earth girl now?" She waits for the Atlanteans to respond.

"Well.."

"Just kidding." Her green skin is replaced with a dar caucasian shade. "Meet Megan Morse." She said doing a little curtsy.

Jester applause. "Nice look, Red." He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small box.

"My turn for a magic trick." He tells them all with a smirk. He opens it to reveal a black choker necklace with a glowing green gem on the front. He takes it out and attaches it to his neck. Instantly his bleached skin is dissolved away and a light caucasian tone takes its place. Green hair disappears and is replaced with the color of dirty blonde and kissed along his cheeks are small freckles. His eyes, however, stay the same.

The glamor had also made the large scar on his face disappear leaving him with a perfectly normal mouth and cheeks.

"Meet Jessie Grayson." He tells them all with pride, hands on his hips, and then looking at the clone. "What about you, big guy?"

Superboy doesn't hear him at first due to him eyeing his new form. In all honestly, he preferred Jester's snow skin and green hair than this. He's snapped out of his trance when fingers are snapped in his face. "Huh?"

"What's your new name?" Megan asked.

"My what?" He was confused.

"I chose the name John Jones for myself," Jo'nn says and shifting to a black-skinned human. "and suggested John Smith for Red Tornado. You could be a John, too." He offered.

"Pass." He said with arms crossed. No way he is named that.

"Conner's always been my favorite name." Megan offered.

"Conner." Jester tests it out, liking the sound of it. " Yea, It fits you. Definitely look like a Conner to me." He nods agreeing.

"The last name will also be required." Aqualad points out.

"Perhaps Kent." Jo'nn offers.

"Oh, in memory of Dr. Fate, the late Kent Nelson," Megan says.

"Of course," Jo'nn says humoring her. Jester ceases a snicker.

"Ok. Sure. I guess it would be an honor or something." The clone said.

"Well, Conner Kent, time to stip off that shirt," Jessie said. The clone gives him a confused look. "Identity, sweetness, you don't want people to know who you are, do you?" He tells him grinning tapping his 'S' symbol.

The grin is wiped off completely when the other strips his shirt over his head revealing his muscular body that the thinner teen couldn't help but blush as his eyes studies every muscle.

"Will this work?" He snaps back to reality when Conner waits for his opinion on his shirt choice. All he did was change his shirt inside out.

"Heh." Jessie grins dreamily, red still dusted on his face. "That works. Or you could go topless. Either works for me."

"Ahem."

That wakes him up. "Right! School. Should we uh, get going then?" He stutters out clearly embarrassed about being caught staring. The martian giggles at this. Jessie offers his arm to the girl and they both link arms before doing the same with the clone then they are on their way out.

"Wait, shouldn't I be Conner Nelson?" He suddenly questions.

The other three remaining watches them go. "They grow up so fast," Jo'nn said warmly.

Happy Harbor September 7. 7:

If his brother were here he would scold him for not being just welmd. Because right now Jessie was feeling overwhelmed at the sight of dozens of teens around him as he, Megan, and Conner enter the high school.

He was excited for this day for years, but now that it was happening he never stopped to think about how really different he was from the other teens.

This was the first in his entire life that he has been among his peers. His teammates don't count due to the fact they were all skilled fighters and weirdos like him.

It also hits him that this is his first experience being among a crowd of regular people without Bruce or Dick. The thought made him sick.

He looks around. All of them looking so relaxed and carefree, their eyes calm and lacking sleep circle under their eyes. The way they spoke to one another was, well. Different. Their appearance was more healthy-looking. Some had meat on their bones while others didn't but still looked great.

He took look at himself to compare to them. Him with his extremely stiff posture, his crazy intense eyes with his dark circles under them, his thin frame, his unnatural green-hair, his sickly white skin, his crude humor, his ugly scar across his face, the bruises, and marks printed on his body from his past.

He was disgusting.

And that was just the outside.

If anyone knew what had happened, what he had done, during those 10 years of imprisonment they would hesitate to turn away and abandoned him. He was sure of it.

No one can never know.

If they did they would leave him. All of them.

Bruce, Dick, the team, Conner.

Conner.

Jessie lifts his head to look at the taller teen waking upfront. The idea of him leaving him from his life made his chest hurt. What seemed to be a small crush at first was starting to grow strong that he couldn't shake the feeling away.

The moments that they spent together, the way the clone would look at him, small smiles, and warm eyes. The way he treated him, He was gentle to only him. Defending him when he felt he was threatened. The way he held or touched him send sparks in his body.

There was no denying it.

He likes him. He likes him a lot.

And he wanted him.

The manic shakes his head at that thought.

No.

Stop thinking that. It can't happen.

It wouldn't be fair to the clone. He needs to have someone who isn't so mentally disturbed. He didn't want to be his burden.

Besides. There was no way he would feel the same way.

"Are you alright?" A small hand landing on his shoulder snaps him back from his thoughts. He looks to his side to see the martian eyeing him with concern. "Your shaking."

He looks to his hands to find that he actually was shaking, not to mention sweating. He had to think of something.

Taking a breath he manages to mask a smile. "Yea, I'm fine." He told her looking around. "Just a little nervous is all. First time being with other teens, besides you and everyone. Still getting used to it."

She gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "You'll be great. You've encountered worse than this." She smiles at him encouragingly.

"Heh, you're right." He lifts his head in confidence. "This is nothing."

"Hey!"

Both teens look to the shout to see Conner grabbing the back of another teens jacket and lifting him off the ground, they immediately rush to his side.

The boy struggles against the clone's grip. Conner narrows his eyes at him before saying. "Explain this." Pointing at the 'M' symbol on his shirt. Why was this guy wearing the Manhunters symbol?

"Why?" The teen stutters out confused as to why the other was having a fit over his shirt.

Before Jessie can intervene another voice, much deeper, beats him to it. "What's your problem?"

All of them turn to face another group of kids watching them with weird looks. The clown notices they all have the symbols from different members of the League printed on their shirts. Among them is a guy much taller and muscular with dark skin and wearing a Superman shirt with his arms around a female teen with what he recognized as a cheerleader's uniform.

The massive teen eyes Conner coldly before demanding. "Put my man Marvin down." And taking an intimidating step forward.

The teen still hanging on the clone's grip speaks out. "I don't think he likes my shirt." The clone's eyes narrow further until a thin hand grabs his arm.

"Put him down, short fuse. They just have those shirts for fun. No danger here" Jessie tried to explain.

The clone looks around to see the other teens with shirts from the League. They don't look threatening in the bit.

"Your shirt's fine." He grumbles out before dropping him. "Everyone's shirt is fine."

"Someone's fine." The cheerleader said as she watched her man stalk to the three heroes with intimidation. There was high tension in the air.

Megan tries to break it off. "Hi. We're new. I'm Megan Morse. This is Conner Kent and Jessie Grayson.

"Double alliteration. I like it." The teen, Marvin, comments.

Seeing that the bigger male making his way to him Conner mimics with a glare of his own until they are standing a few feet from each other, waiting for one to make there are

Not liking where this was going Jessie scurries and manages to get between the two and facing the taller male, trying to put on a friendly smile instead of his usual crazed one. "Hi. Uh. Sorry about that, he didn't mean it. It was just a little misunderstanding, so there's really no need to get physical right?"

The last thing that they needed was drama and suspicious attention.

"This doesn't involve you, pretty boy." The other said, grabbing his thin shoulder with his massive hands and shoving him out of the way, hard enough to make the manic almost fall.

A loud growl rumbles the air causing everyone to freeze.

Everyone turned their attention to Conner. His eyes blaring and his mouth into a snarl, glaring hard at the more muscular teen.

"Uh, did he just growl?" Marvin asked uneasily.

Jessie was thinking the same thing. He'd never seen the clone act like this before. The look on his face resembled a rabid animal ready to attack.

Thankfully things didn't go in the wrong direction when the sound of finger-snapping catches all their attention breaking the tension. They all turn to see another male, only much older, probably one of the teachers of the school. "Ok, time to get to homeroom, gang." He tells them all leaving no argument.

Not wanting to get into trouble the dark-skinned teen complied, but not before slamming his shoulder against the clones when walking past him.

It just infuriates him further and starts to go after him when a hand grabs his wrist and pulling back. 'Conner!' Calm down!' Jessie's voice echoed in his mind. The clone turns to meet the other disapproving look. 'That jerk s'not worth it.'

Thankfully he does calm, but not enough to grumble under his breath still staring at the departing taller male. " I'm gonna.." The clown rubs his arms soothingly.

"Hi," The three teens look to see another girl with black hair and wearing the school's cheerleading uniform. " I'm Wendy. I was new last year, so I know how hard it is to fit in." She tells them. "But you look like instant bumble bee material to me." She said looking to Megan.

The young martian tilts her head confused. "Cheerleaders." Wendy helps her. "The Bumble Bees. Tryouts are after school." She tells her proudly.

A wide exciting smile spreads on the Martian face at that. She had seen what cheerleaders do back on Mars and know she was going to be a part of it! "Thanks. I'll be there." She says and walks alongside the other girl to the school.

The two males go to follow when Marvin stops the clone with an impressed look, "Dude, facing down Mal Duncan? Fierce! Not too bright, but fierce."

"Not too bright, that's for sure." Jessie scoffed walking ahead. Conner was taken aback by his response. Actually, he was taken back by his whole behavior. He wasn't acting like his fun-crazy self, instead, he was acting like, well, like these boring teens.

"Whoa, feisty isn't he?" Marvin commented. Ignoring him Conner goes after his crazed friend.

"What's wrong?" He asked once he was beside him.

"Nothing, everything's just peachy." The other said irritatedly.

"Was it something I did?" He recoils when Jessie rounds on him with narrowed eyes.

"Do you want to get kicked out?" When the other doesn't respond he continues. "This may be my first time at school but at least I was bright enough to do research, and what I found is fighting can earn you a one-way ticket out of here. So do us all a favor and keep that damn temper in check!"

Blue eyes widen in shock. He hadn't expected the outburst in the slightest. This wasn't the Jester he knew. In fact, the way he was glaring at him reminded him of someone familiar, he just couldn't place it.

A minute goes by before Jesse's own eyes widen, terrified at his own outburst and what he just said to the clone. "Oh, Conner, I..Im sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you it's just." He sighs bowing his head and rubbing his temples. "I'm just not myself."

"And that's the problem." The manic snaps his head to meet the other to question what he meant when he's beaten to it. "You've been acting differently ever since we left the cave. You're not laughing or giggling, you're not talking in your own fun language, heck you're not even smiling. You're acting like, well, them." He gestured to the other teen. "So what's wrong?"

There was no point in lying, this guy has been watching him from the start. What the heck. "Look, sweetness, I've been really wanting to go to school for a long time, I kept thinking about it too much that I forgot to think about the people I would be around. Looking at them all I'm trying to blend in, to be more, well, sane. But the more I see how they behave the more I keep telling myself that there's no way I could ever be like them. My reality is just too different compared to theirs. I just wish I could be more like them."

"But you're not." -eyes look to the teen who had a small smile for him. "You. The crazy you that the team likes being around, that I like being around. Don't say that you want to be like everyone else because honestly, they all look bland. You bring excitement and that's something you should never hide."

By this point, the clown's caramel cheeks are flushed. "Oh, shut up. My face is literally on fire." He told him scratching his head before looking at him with a grateful grin. "Thanks for that, sweetness, moods a little better."

The clone nod. "Great knowing It helped. Now, let's see a smile."

Humoring him Jessie manages to pull a regular looking smile.

"Your real smile."

He hesitates for a second before complying, giving his usual insane smile, it looked a little small due to the lack of lipstick on his cheeks. But Conner liked it anyway.

"There's the guy I know." The clone said then ruffling Jessie's blond hair, chuckling when they're swatted away.

"Hey, hey, hands off the hair you'll mess it up." The clown said putting it back into place.

Briiiiiing!

The sound of ringing causes Jessie's body to freeze and his eyes widen in panic. "Crap that's the bell!" He snatches Conners's writs and practically drags the taller Kryptonian while sprinting to get to class.

"If I'm late on the first day I'll never hear the end of it from B!"

Conner allows his crazed friend to manhandle him with a small grin

The first class the young heroes had together was social studies. On one table sat Megan and Conner while beside them in a separate table sat Jessie. The students had their attention on the Tv in front of the room and watching the news as the report continued her story 'If Lex Luthor's unknown strategy for peace fails, the 2 Rhelasias are looking at all-out war before morning.'

Mr. Carr, the social studies teacher, shuts off the TV then addressing his students on the topic. "Who can tell me more about Rhelasia?" No one answers.

" Marvin?" The boy in question snaps from his daze when he's called on trying to figure out an answer. " Well, Mr. Carr, it's Better than Fakeasia." He answers jokingly, some students chuckle at his response.

"Anyone else?" The man asked then Conner was the next to speak.

"Modern Rhelasia was created in 1855 and ruled by the Boquoon Dynasty until it was divided by the Great Powers into North and South Rhelasia after World War II." The clone replied automatically.

After a minute of shock Carr's expression is impressed. "Very good."

"But why are they fighting?" The clone then asked not understanding why they would be fighting each other from the same race. "They're all humans. I mean, Rhelasians. Right?"

"Right on both counts, actually." The older man corrects before writing on the chalkboard.

'It's no different on Mars.' Megan's voice runs through their link. 'The White Martian minority are treated as second class citizens by the Green majority. Of course, I'm green, but that doesn't make it right.' She explained from her experience of no equality on her planet.

'And that just pisses me off.' Both turn to see their ill friend staring forward to the board with his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. His arms crossed and sat on the table, they clearly see the clown's shut fist trembling. 'Majorities think they're all high and mighty with their crappy wealth and pampered-ass life. What gives them the right to treat other people lower than them like trash, huh? And it's not just with the classes, people who others view as different or 'not normal' are treated just as worse. There's nothing wrong with them, they just have different realities. But they still rejected by society because of it. I hate that.'

Conner says nothing but thinks hard on this. It just wasn't right at all, beings treated as low lives by their own kind because they're different than the rest. He turns back to Jessie then looks around the room and the clown clearly stood out with his wild appearance. He was different. Would that mean he would be a target to be treated wrong?

Unfortunately, the answer would be yes.

Art class was next and Jessie and Conner had it while Megan went off to Biology. Once introductions were done the teachers went straight to their first assignment. Painting scenery. The clown was completely enthusiastic.

Conner sat staring at his poor excuse of attempting to make the beach near the Mountain. He frowned. Suddenly he caught the sound of giggling and turned his head to the side. A group of girls, three at most, huddles closer together whispering and giggling then looking in his direction. He lifts a brow at their odd behavior then turns back to his work.

"How's it going?" The sudden presence and appearance of someone besides his head startles him but relaxes when he finds it's just Jessie, however, he makes a doubletake. The teen's face is covered with paint marks and smears, the tips of his blonde hair coated in purple, his white t-shirt didn't look so white anymore.

He huffs a chuckle. "Did the paint go into war with you?" He teased only to receive a flick to his nose.

"Zip it, Pumpkin. I'll have you know that true painters love to get a little messy." He smiles slyly then looking at the clone's work. "Wow, it's, um, what exactly is it supposed to be?"

"The beach." He rolls his eyes at the clown's snickers. "Yes, yes, laugh it up why don't you."

"No, heh, i..it looks great! Not bad for someone who's never even seen a paintbrush." He tells him. "Anyway can I borrow some of your blue, I ran out."

"Go crazy." The clone said handing the blue paint tube which Jessie gladly took and went to his own painting. Curious as to what he was painting Conner takes a look. Instead of Jessie using a paintbrush-like everyone else he was using his hands. He is amazed at what he finds. The first word that comes into his mind is insanity. The painting was the scenery of a lake, colors in a combination of blue, purple, and green. The trees of the forest styled messy and chaotic with brown and green paint. On the horizon were high mountains painted with gray and blue paint. The skies were a mixture of all the colors turning it into a muggy shade that anyone else would weird.

The scenery was so disturbing. And Conner loved it.

He looked around seeing the other students work. All of them will simple colors, no creativity, no excitement. None were compared to Jessie's.

"It's disgusting." Conner heard one member of the girls say in a whisper as they too take a look at the clown's design. Unfortunately not everyone found its beauty.

"Not to mention disturbing, why would he turn a beautiful scenery into something revolting? The colors are seriously making me want to gag." One says.

"Well, you know what they say, the art describes the artist. And seeing how freakish that painting is is no surprise that he's one too." That comment sends them all in giggles.

Hearing them talking this way about Jessie sends Conner on edge and rounds at them with a hard glare causing them to flinch in surprise at his sudden movement. "There's nothing wrong with it." He nearly growls out. "Or him. And to be honest I'd rather see more of his work than any of yours." He snaps gesturing to their paintings.

The girl's faces are blushed with the shame of being caught and scowled by an extremely hot guy. Some have tears glistening in their eyes.

Serves them right the clone thought.

Unknowing to him that Jessie had heard what he said with a small smile and a blush across his face.

The rest of the morning carried with no other confrontation as the teens went on with their other classes. Soon it was time for lunch. They had gotten their own table.

Jessie sat in between the clone and the martian, he didn't even bother cleaning off the dried paint. "Let's see what Al's made for us today." He mumbled to himself as he opened his lunch bag and reached in to pull out a thermos food jar. Opening it and beaming to find soup from last night's dinner. "Nice." He reaches bag into his bag when he feels something odd and pulled it out.

It was a folded note. Curiosity getting the best of him he opened it and read the following.

Sorry I wasn't there to wish you off. You'll do great. -B

After a minute of shock a wide smile stretches his lips, warmth filled his chest. Touched at the billionaire's words.

Conner notices his smile. "What's that?" He gestured to the note.

"Just something that made my day." He says then freezes when he sees the food in the clone's hands. A rice ball. Megan can be seen eating one herself.

The clone brings the ball to his mouth to take a bite when the sight of Jessie's wide orbs eyeing his food hugely stops him. Without a word, he offers it to him. The clown brightens and takes a bite, humming at the delicious taste while the clone swiped away the rice that was stuck to the other's cheek.

They received odd looks from others around them but neither didn't really care.

"What if I mess up? What if I forget the moves? What if-"

"Red, Red, cool it. You'll be fine." Jessie chuckled at the Martian's nervous gambling as he brushed her red hair.

It was after school and that meant going to Megan's tryouts to join The Bumblebees. The thought of it was turning her into a nervous wreck.

The tryouts were taking place on the football field. Conner sat high on the bleachers while Jessie was on the ground with Megan helping her look her best for her tryout.

"You think so?" She asked him still unsure.

"Positive." He reaches into his backpack to take out his eyeliner, don't judge him. "Turn around, eyes closed." She does as she's told. He carefully applies the liner around her eyes.

"Thanks, for helping me prepare Jessie." The martian said. "Do you think I'll get in?"

"Hey, they said it themselves, your instant Bumblebee material. You got the hair, the bod, and the spirit. No way they can't let you join." He tells her. "Annnd, done! Not a bad job, If I do say so myself." He said proudly and handing her his pocket mirror to get a look.

She was beautiful.

"Jessie you are the best!" She cried then crushing him in a hug causing him to stumble back a bit and chuckling at her reaction.

"Ok, Megan, you're up," Wendy called for her turn.

"You got this Red." With a nod of confidence, she walks away.

"Sting em, little bee!" The clown cried out.

Everyone is silent as they wait for her. And then...

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Hornets, hornets, can't be beat. Bzz-ting. Ow!" She cheered.

Once done she stood nervously with her hand's clasps in front of her.

Jessie comes beside her and takes her hands in his giving them a squeeze, she squeezes back as they wait for the final results.

The other cheerleaders are huddled together making their decision. Once done Wendy walking to them.

Megan hopes. "How'd I do?" She asked.

"I thought you did great." The other girl said giving her a smile but then changes into a wince. "And I'm really sorry about this."

Jessie frowns his eyes in confusion when he sensed movement behind them. He turns and acts fast by pushing Megan away to avoid the tub of water that was about to be poured on her.

He gets drenched instead.

The sight of the clown's wet form because of this sick joke sends Conners's blood to a boil and bolts up growling. His tight grip on the wooden seat break from his strength as he is about to super leap to them in blinding rage.

Suddenly Jessie whips his head back, eyes widening at the clone's action. "No, Conner!"

That shout snaps him out of his rage state and instead loses his footing. Tripping down the bleachers and landing hard on the ground with a loud thud.

"I'm sorry," Wendy tells Jessie with an apologetic face. "We weren't doing it to be mean. "It's a stupid initiation ritual that I wish my teammates would abandon."

"Wait, what?"

"Initiation ritual?" The Martian gasps excitedly. "Hello, Megan. That means I made the team! Um, I did, right?"

"You're a Bumble Bee, girl." One of the other girls tells her.

Megan shouts in joy, hugging wendy. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Jessie smiles brightly at her accomplishment. "Way to go, Red!" Despite him shivering and wet.

The Martian face drops. She had completely forgotten! "Oh my gosh, Jessie I'm sorry. I completely forgot you took the water for me. I was caught up in the moment."

The teen waves it off. "Eh, it's no big deal. Kinda refreshing, actually. Except now I'm getting chills." He said shivering.

A wight is then draped on his shoulder. He looks down when he notices that it's Conners jacket. Fitting to big on his thin frame. He covers himself good then sending a thank you grin to the older teen.

"Thanks, Jessie. For not letting me get wet." The martian says.

"I spent a lot of time getting you pampered. No way I was letting it get ruined." He tells her. "And your welcome."

"Wait, you did her make up?"

"And her hair?"

The sudden question catches the clown off guard. What's more surprising that the questions are directed to him.

"M..Me?" He pointed to himself.

"Yes, you." The girls giggle. "what's your name, cutie?"

Jessie is still in shock at the fact that these, normal, teens are talking to him so Megan introduces him. "Oh, this is Jessie Grayson, my brother. And yes, he's the one who helped me get prepared."

One of the girl's circles around him. "Well, Mister Grayson, I've got to say you have some serious skills." She gestured to Megan's face and hair.

"I do?"

"Your magic in beauty has to be shared."

One of them gasps. "He can be our make-up artist!"

"I agree," Wendy said then turning to the clown. "What do you say? Want to be The Bumblebees personal makeup artist?"

He finally shakes off the shock at those words and is then replaced with a wide grin. "Uh, sure! It doesn't bother you that I do this? Or how I look?"

"Are you serious?" One of them comes to his side. "we don't care if your yourself. I just wish the rest of the guys here were more like you." The others nod in agreement.

That's all he needed to hear. "Then yea, definitely!"

He is then crowned by the girls, one after another asking for tips and products.

One of them taps his shoulder to get his attention. "So, is that your boyfriend?" She nods to Conner standing a little behind. "'Cause he's hot, but kind of a freak."

The clown mentally frowns at her comment. "No. Just a friend." But then grins to humor her. "But I do like them freakish."

After a while, it's time to finally head back to the cave.

Connor grabs Jessie's bag and flings it over his shoulder.

"You're carrying my bag?" The clown asked with a surprised look.

"What, you want it to get wet?" The clone responded then walking away.

Jessie can't help but grin widely. "Your a true prince charming, sweetness!"

"You sure picked a gentleman, Jessie." Megan comment.

He hums agreeing only to catching himself then catching the Martian's smirk.

"Oh, shut up." He grumbled walking away from the girl's giggles.

Wayne Manor. September 7. 4:32 pm.

The first thing Dick notices when his brother walks into the kitchen is that he's drenched. The second is that he was covered in paint.

"Do I want to ask?" He said lifting a brow.

"Nope!" Jay said smiling.

The younger chuckles. "Alright so that aside, how was it?" He said eagerly wanted to know.

Jay reaches to take off his choker. His bleached skin and green-hair appear a second later. "A little overwhelming at first, not gonna lie. But it got better. Teachers say I'm practically excelled in their lessons, no surprise there. I went a little crazy in art class as you can see. Speaking of which the paint is starting to itch." He said scratching his face.

"I'm gonna go rinse off." He heads to his room. "I'll tell you more when I get back!"

Before he fully leaves however he remembers something he wanted to ask.

"Hey D?"

"Yea?"

"Remember when you said Bruce wasn't there too for your first day of school?" Dick nods.

"Did you ever get a note later that day?"

His brother looks at him confused before shaking his head. " No, why?"

That catches him off guard. "Um, no reason." He said then turning to leave.

It didn't make sense. Why would Bruce only give him a note apologizing and not Dick too?

Jay runs his hands across the mirror to wipe away the condensation from the steam after his shower to get a better look. Checking to see if he hadn't missed a spot.

Once satisfied that there are no more marks he takes his comb and runs it through his locks. He continues his task when he sees something in his reflection that immediately catches his eye.

He might not have supervision but he had a pretty good one to catch this.

His fingers take one single strand of hair and bring it to his face.

What he finds is anything than a green-lock.

There dangling on his fingertips is a single raven-colored hair.

He stands completely still. He has no idea how to react. This couldn't have been his.

His hands are immediately on the spot where he found it, frantically searching for another. He finds what he's looking for. What he finds are the roots of his hair, which are colored black, which is consuming the green away.

Here's a lovely chapter for you all!