Disclaimer: I don't own Superboy or young justice

Author's note: I am finally updating. I apologize for the wait. I am not confident in this story but I will try my best to make it great for you readers. Thank you for all that are sticking with this and being patient with me. I also apologize if this chapter is a bit...slow? I am still trying to figure out which way this story is going to go. I want to hit all the main points for it.

I would like to address this with you guys before reading on. Conner and the rest of the gang are in 12th grade. I mentioned Dick being Robin but that's going to change. He will be Nightwing in future chapters. I just need to figure out where in the chapters I am going to make that change. Another thing is Conner will not be in a romantic relationship with any one. Yes i know there are readers that ship him with M'gann but i want to steer clear of relationships. Maybe for a few chapters and maybe he'll gain a interest in some one or M'gann. (I really dislike her by the way. No hard feelings).

The apartment was warm and cozy. Conner floated through examining it. He could tell that the dark knight owned this place. The color scheme was exactly the same from the carpeted floors to the aluminum tiles in the kitchen. Everything was a different shade of grey, about three, and black. The living room had to be his favorite place in the entire apartment. It was big and spacious. If he needed to he could float up to the top when ever he wanted. The only thing he was missing was a television. He could tell that a large flat screen use to reside in the room. There was a huge space over the entertainment stand. That would be one of the things he needed to grab when he goes out later on today. Taking one last look around the apartment he decided on one major thing. The apartment needed a hint of red in it. To break up all the shades of grey.

Robin is suppose to come over and help him shop for his essentials. Conner still was not happy he could not get the items himself bu the help was needed. Going into the master bed room, he felt a certain joy. He gets to sleep in the Master bed room. Floating over to the huge king sized bed he dropped down onto it. No one will stop or get in the way of how he controls his life. His life, his way. He embedded that saying into his mind and closed his eyes. Conner must have fallen into a deep slumber. He failed to hear the door to his apartment open and a familiar chuckle ring through it.

Richard walked into the master bed room and seen that his clone of a friend was sleeping on the bed. It was odd seeing him laying on a bed. Usually he would sleep in his closet. Shrugging he went over to the foot of the bed and screamed "DUDE" really loud.

Conner jumped out of his sleep to see Richard cackling like a mad man at his reaction. "How did you get in here?" The clone yawned. Richard was going to answer but Conner waved him off. "Don't."

Richard was perched at the foot of the bed. "Come on, sleeping giant. I only have a set amount of time to help you."

"Why is that?" Bruce did not mention that Dick would only have a limited amount of time to help him.

"Got grounded."

"Do I want to know why?" Conner got up and stretched, waiting for his friends explanation. He knew better though. He's been friends with Dick for over three years. He should have known better than to ask that question. The kid, in his eyes, was crazy.

"Wally and I snuck into a club in down town Gotham when we were supposed to be studying for finals." Richard spoke casually like it wasn't the first time he did it.

Conner chuckled and the two exited the apartment and walked out onto the streets of Gotham. Dick said something about outlets being a couple of blocks from there and he could get everything he needed."B said something about you needing a television, a lap top along with a cell phone."

"He really does not need to do this..."

"B does what he wants. He told me to tell you to pick out whatever you want. Oh and Alfred will be doing the grocery shopping for you so you don't have to go out after we are done here."

Conner stared at Richard. Why are they helping him out so much like this? He knows this is nothing to Bruce but usually people only help out a tiny bit and then the rest you are on your own. "Well let's get started on finding a phone then..."

Richard and Conner walked out of the store, smart phone in Kon's hand. They were in that store for a good hour and a half. Kon just wanted a phone so he could make calls on it and send texts but Richard made sure he had the latest and the greatest. "Now we have a way of contacting you."

"We?" Conner stopped walking and looked at his friend.

"Well you know, the team?"

The taller of the two shook his head no. "I don't want any one having my number just yet. I don't even want them knowing where i am located for the time being."

"...they are your friends Conner...they have the right to know."

"Dick, I know. I just need time to get myself together. I'll give them my number later on." Richard looked hurt. Like he lost Wally in a sea of identical red heads. "Look you have my number already. You can call me and you already know where i am so you have an advantage...if it makes you feel any better i'll let you program every one's number into my phone so if i need to get a hold of any of you they are there. " He held the phone out for Dick to take. The acrobat looked at the phone. He still was hurt that Conner didn't want any one having his number. "Please, just...the team will ask questions..."

"You're not ready to answer, gotcha."

Richard went to plugging in every one's number in the phone. Conner let out the air he was holding in. They stood in the middle of the plaza for a bit until Richard was done.

"Now, onward to the lap tops."

This was going to be a very long day...

Finally arriving back at the apartment Conner went about putting his flat screen into place in the living room. It fit perfectly in the spot where Bruce removed the first one. Richard had placed his lap top and a couple of bags of clothes down on the sofa. "Alfred should have brought your school uniform and food already. I need to get going. It's way past the time i originally had and i need to get back to the Manor before B has a cow."

"Okay, thanks Dick. Tell Bruce and Alfred i said thank you as well."

Richard parted with him with a final good by for the evening. That left Conner alone with his thoughts. Now what? The flat screen was on playing a movie he really was not paying attention to. Getting up from off the couch he went over to a small dresser and pulled out one of the drawers. Pulling a pen and a note pad out he went to sit back down.

Place to rest my head: *check*

School: *check*

Job: *...*

He needed to find a job. Pulling his shoes back on and a light jacket he decided to go job hunting the old fashion way, walking the streets. It was getting dark outside. He must have been walking for a good few hours. It did not bother him but the places that were hiring did. It irritated him a bit. He needed to meet all the requirements before actually working at a certain place and one requirement that he does not have yet is a high school diploma. Rolling his eyes he headed back to his apartment. He would have flown back but he didn't want to deal with the deafening silence so close to his ears. He lowered his head and sighed. He thought this would be an easy task like the other two on his list but maybe life isn't that nice to him.

Conner was going to fly off when a woman's voice greeted his ears. "Young man...excuse me!" He looked over to see an elderly woman waving him over. He was about to walk across the street to her but there were cars coming from either side. Floating up and over, landing in front of her. "do you have any time to spare to help out a little old lady?

He smiled. "Sure can."

"Great. I need your help putting some boxes away...and maybe reorganizing a storage closet." Conner followed her into the small mom and pop store. The woman showed him the back where the new shipment came in. Then went over to the storage closet. "It's a mess but if you can get it together along with putting the new shipment away. That would be marvelous."

"I can take it from here...mrs?"

"Oh, Oakwood."

"Mrs. Oakwood, my name is Conner."

"Nice to meet you...now to work with you." She smiled warmly and went to tend to the duties she could manage on her own in the store.

Conner took another look at the storage closet. For the most part it was slightly organized but it could use a touch up. With out using any of his powers, except for strength. He arranged the shelves so they were side by side and he moved the boxes into the room. He took items out of boxes and placed them onto the shelves. Taking old ones off and tossing them. He kept some of the chocolate, placing the 'old' candy bars into his pocket.

He was finishing sweeping up the floor of the storage closet and the hallway when a hand with a fifty dollar bill appeared in front of him. "What's this?"

"For helping me."

"It was no problem, Mrs. Oakwood." Conner tried to hand the money back to her.

She waved her hand dismissively. "This can become your permanent job is you promise to come back and help me out tomorrow."

"I won't mind coming back over. I would like the job. How much will i be getting paid?"

"About 350 a week."

Conner's eye brows arched upward. "oh...kay. When should i be here tomorrow?"

"4 in the afternoon should be good."

Conner said thank you and good bye to Mrs. Oakwood and headed home. Unlocking his apartment door and opening it he kicked his boots off and went to go and sit on the couch. He had a very productive day and he just wanted to rest now. Tonight was a Friday night. He could hear people laughing and enjoying themselves. Flicking on the TV and then turning off the lights Conner called it a night.

Another Author's note: Boring chapter was boring. I know i know. I am sorry...really i am. Leave a review please! Helps me out a lot.