Author's Note: It's chapter 6! I'm pretty sure this is going to be my favorite chapter to write so far. For the record, I'm super flamer gay so when I use "Fag" in this chapter it is only for character personality, I absolutely hate that word otherwise, and for easy understanding of the chapter, the whole dialogue of thoughts, are just Dick, his Super Ego (The angel on your shoulder), and his Id (The devil on your shoulder) talking or well thinking.

Everyone was eating their "Breakfast for dinner" in kind of a hushed tone. Small talk only initiated rarely. Wally wasn't scarfing it all down, surprisingly to Robin. 'Why is eating so slowly?' Robin was confuzzled. Every time he looked up he kept noticing those piercing blue eyes looking at him. Robin thought nothing of it and smiled back. 'Okay, I know I gave him a blow-job but still, my heart belongs to Conner. Even though he has got pretty sexy hair, and eyes, and face, and body, and- Enough! Just eat my dinner in peace then go to the training room for some acrobatics or something...' Even though Robin was thinking to himself, his face was channeling almost every thought running through his head.

"Robin, are you okay?" Conner said with his face turning to worry. He put his hand on his right thigh, under the table.

"Yeah, you look confused or just over thinking something..." Wally trailed off, with a hint of a smile. Wally thought he knew what was going on, but he didn't. Robin got up and half walked, half ran away from the table. He found himself in the training room, his face was red and his eyes burning. He ran over to one of the many trapeze towers and climbed up swiftly and didn't reach for the swing. He just sat there crying, for an unknown reason.

'Why am I crying?'

'What are you talking, about?! Do you realize what you just did like seven minutes ago?!'

'Who cares what you did seven minutes ago, it was fun wasn't it? That's what life is for, to have fun!'

'What do you two know about life?'

'Woah! Not okay man! We are trying to help you fix your dilemma. If you don't want us here then fine!'

'No, don't go!'

'Dick, I'm gonna tell you this once. Who the hell cares? You did what you did. Conner doesn't know so it won't hurt him!'

'But that's not fair to Conner.'

'See, the boy knows what he is doing!'

'Shut up! You're just a fag in a robe.'

'So now you are being hurtful because you are losing?'

'Shut up, some one is coming.'

"Just shut up!" Dick had screamed this through the entire training room.

"I didn't say anything." Conner said standing on the floor. Dick felt his face grow hotter, and his eyes began to burn again. The tears were flooding from his eyes. Conner noticed and began to climb the tower.

"Conner, please don't!" Dick pleaded while the tears disoriented his voice. Conner didn't obey, he kept climbing. Dick took swift action and grabbed the swing, and flew to the other tower. Conner grabbed the swing when it came back and swung to the next tower. "Conner, please!" Dick went to grab the next swing, and the tears on his hand caused him to slip from the trapeze swing. He landed on the net and bounced off onto the floor, but landed on his knee weird. It went numb for a second, then regained its feeling. Dick swiftly arose and took off to his bedroom. Conner climbed down and took off after him. When Dick reached the living room, he was stopped abruptly and pulled into a hug. He looked up to see Wally, with the most sincere face. This caused Dick to just about lose it, just as the tears subsided they came rushing back. He broke out of the hug and ran to his room. Wally sped in there and closed the door behind him.

"Robin, what's wrong?" Wally walked over to the boy crying on the bed. He lied down next to him and rolled him over so that they were making eye contact. Wally's eyes were sincere and full of worry. "I want to help as much as I can. I really care about you."

"It's just... I really like Conner, like really really like Conner. I don't even like him... I love Conner. When he rescued me from Killer Frost I jus-"

"You were taken by Killer Frost?"

"Yeah... Way too cold." Dick let out a little sob-ish chuckle.

"Well if I would have known that, I would have been there in a heart beat."

"Thank you. That means a lot." He leaned in close to Wally, and he wrapped his arms around Dick. Wally lightly held the back of Dick's head and whispered,

"You really are the world to me." He pulled Dicks head up and gave him a very soft kiss on his lips, and got up and left. On the way out he looked back, "If you need anything, anything at all, let me know, and don't hesitate." Wally winked and then was gone. When he was walking down the hall Conner had turned the corner and was rushing down to the door. "Be gentle, Conner. He is kinda shaken."

"Okay, thanks, Wally."

'This isn't over Conner. He may have chosen you for now, but I'm not going to lose without putting up a hell of a fight.'

Conner rushed over to the bed and got down on his knees. "Dick, please. What's wrong. You mean the world to me and if you're not happy, then I'm no-" Dick had slid over and kissed Conner.

"I feel like that is the only way to effectively shut you up." Dick smiled and patted a nice spot on the bed for Conner to climb into.

"Please, shut me up a little more." Conner said, then winked, whilst stripping down to nothing. Dick blushed a little at the naked Kryptonian standing beside his bed.

"Let me go shower, then we can go to bed. I could use some cuddling after the night I had." Dick had stripped off every part of his uniform, turned on the shower and stepped in, who was quickly joined by Conner.

X-Wayne Manor: Bruce's Bedroom-X

"Don't you think we should be focusing on Killer Frost?" Clark said somewhat concerning, in between kisses. Bruce pulled off his cowl, and took off his utility belt.

"Clark," He kissed him on the neck, "All work and no play, makes for a very dull Bruce." He said too seductively.

"A little too late for that." Clark chuckled. Bruce reached over and pulled Clark out of his tunic, and pulled out of his own suit. Bruce and Clark were fiercely making out, Bruce in his Superman boxers, and Clark standing there in his Batman boxers, and his boots. Bruce's 10" were pushing against his boxers so profusely it almost ripped them. Clark slipped off his boots and laced is fingers lightly down Bruce's back, and down to the band of his boxers. Bruce arched in the divine touch, and pushed further into the passionate kissing. Clark slyly moved his hands over to Bruce's chest and moved them down slowly, then to his abs, and back to the band of the boxers. By the bad was Bruce's twitching cock that was almost begging for attention. Clark pulled from the kiss to move down to Bruce's neck, then his nipple.

"Aaahhh, Claaarrk, you really knoooowww how to get me gooooiiiinnnng..." Clark licked a trail down the Dark Knight's abs and lacing it with his warm breath. In a flash of passion, Bruce's boxers were around his ankles and his cock was in Clark's mouth. He reached up and pushed Bruce's chest rather forcefully, and caused him to stumble back onto his bed. Clark pulled off of his cock and stripped his last article, and made his way over to Bruce's bed. Once he was there he climbed on top of Bruce, and pressed his lips against Bruce's, and Bruce pushed back. Bruce bit down on Clark's lips, which caused him to moan, letting Bruce have access to Clark's mouth. He slipped his tongue in and they both fought for the dominance. Bruce won, and Clark took it. Both of them started grinding their bodies together in perfect motion.

"Hey Bats!" There was a hysterical laughter in his head. Bruce shuttered at the voice playing in his head. He quickly pushed it away, and flipped Clark over onto his back. Bruce climbed off the bed, reached for his belt, and pulled out a bottle. He squirted some lotion onto his own towering member, and around Clark's hole.

"Ready, Clark?"

"Just ram me." Clark pleaded.

Another Author's Note: So how did you guys like it?! Are you Pro: Conner? or Pro: Wally? or just in it for the Super-bat action? I'm all three.