Authors Note: I am truly sorry about the long update time! I cannot believe that a whole year has gone by since the last time I posted D: I think the last time I posted was around the time The Dark Knight Rises was in theaters and here I am posting whenever The Man of Steel is in theaters! Kinda cool, but I lost my flash drive which held the next chapters to this story and I guess cause its been such a long time that I couldn't remember what they were about. So I just kinda made up what was supposed to happen next and made it longer than the others! So I hope it matches and you guys like it! And thanks for all the favs and followers! I will try to get back to the rhythm of this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the superheros listed below. Batman, Superman and any of the Young Justice team belong to DC and WB.

Ducking into a hidden office near the farthest point in Mount Justice, did the caped crusader turn and look expectantly towards his good friend. His arms crossed, posture rigid told Clark that he was listening intently in order to find a way to help the indestructible man in front of him. They were far away from the sidekicks and there were far too many thick lead walls for any Super to try to peep through. So he thought it was a reasonable place to discuss what was racking his colleges mind.

The look he received from Clark after he had triple checked the area around them to make sure they were alone caused one skeptical eyebrow to rise behind a dark cowl.

Superman blew out a breath as he looked back up towards Batman and tried to look as serious as he could in order to ensure Bruce knew he wasn't playing. He would have preferred to have left the compound, but Bruce took charge. As always.

"Clark, is there something wrong?" The usually gruff voice asked as Bruce Wayne then. A twinge of concern laced within the short phrase.

The man of steel shook his head violently as an awkward smile stretched across his face. Kevlar encased hands were placed gently on his shoulders and it was all the Super could do to not react outwardly to that simple action.

The man opposite him eyed him oddly and waited patiently for what was so urgent to hear.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Wally asked the group as they all made their way towards the kitchen.

The teens shrugged as they looked to one another. It could be anything really, League matters most likely. When did Superman ever come down to Mount Justice to "talk" to Batman? It obviously had to be something catastrophic if The Man of Steel himself took the time of day to come down here just to update the other superior. You could clearly tell there was something up just by looking at the Kryptonians face.

"I hope it isn't anything bad. He did look really anxious to tell Batman." M'gann said grabbing some water from the fridge.

"Yeah, did you see how he kept looking at us like they were going to discuss something we weren't supposed to know about?" Artemis added sitting at one of the bar stools.

"Whatever it may be, I am sure they have a handle on things." Kaldur added sitting next to Artemis in the kitchen.

Connor leaned against the fridge as he held a cup of water to his mouth in thought. Why did Superman have to come over? Couldn't he just have called Batman to the watchtower instead of going through the trouble of dropping by and making everyone feel uncomfortable?

At any rate, the behavior expressed through the heroes face was a very uncommon one indeed, and Connor wanted to know what it was about. So he saw his opportunity as everyone was riled up on the conversation and quietly slipped out of the kitchen. He reached the rec room and followed down the hall he saw the two heroes exit out through.

As he traveled farther away from the kitchen, did he begin to feel a churning feeling in his gut. Perhaps it wasn't such a great idea to go after the two after all. For all he knew, if he were to get caught trying to listen in on their conversation he would be in serious trouble and grounded from leaving Mount Justice for the rest of his life . . . Whatever that was.

But he had this yearning as of late of everything that was going on in the Caped Crusaders life and if he didn't find out what was going on he surely was going to explode with anxiousness.

He opened his hearing for any sound that might lead him to his objective. He tried to use his unsteady X-ray vision, but found that that wasn't such a reliable source, seeming as he was still very inexperienced in the art of seeing through walls.

A door was heard closing quickly to an underground office not far off. He smiled grimly to himself as he crouched and began treading slowly through the hallways as quietly as possible.

Thank you Robin and Batman for all the stealth training or else he would have tripped over his own feet by now and given off his position. How Bat managed to appear and disappear to both him and Superman was beyond him. But he guessed that's one of the things Connor found most intriguing about the elder hero. . . . And the way everyone respected him even though he was the only Superhero without powers or how he carried this ominous aura around him that no one else did. Or how- no! He had to concentrate dammit.

He leaned against a corner a couple of meters away from the door- it was close enough for him to be able to hear the low voices in the hidden office. What he heard was mainly the Dark knight's voice attempting to coax the Super to tell him what the issue was.

Connor leaned his head against the wall gently as he focused his fluctuating hearing on the two inside so as to not miss Superman's reason for all this secrecy.

Clark looked to Bruce's lidded eyes and wished he could look into those striking sapphire orbs as he was about to confess his darkest secret to him. He wanted to see Bruce's reaction. The Batman was known as a man of no emotions, but if Clark knew anything about Bruce, it would be that he was just as expressive as any other human being. Well, just not with facial expressions, rather more with his eyes. His eyes always gave away all his secrets, especially to the ones who knew how to read them as easily as Clark could.

He had always suspected that that was the real reason behind why he wore a cowl. He had a look that could kill, that could immobilize a person, or even bring out the little girl in the toughest of men.

Superman supposed that was one thing that really attracted him to this lethal warrior.

But really, who wasn't attracted to Batman? He knew that despite his hard exterior and harsh demands. Everyone, he means everyone on the team had a soft spot for the fellow. And whether that turned to one thing or another, he knew that once he had seen the face behind the mask, the eyes behind those white caps. That he Kal-EL Clark Joseph Kent was utterly and madly in love with his best friend and most feared member of the league.

But he was sure no one really feared him, well maybe a little, but more . . . respected him. So he had to find the most respectable way to put his feelings into words. If only he had pre-planned this conversation a few hundred times before barging in and making it seem like it was an urgent matter, when it was probably a big waste of his time. Oh Rao! How was he going to do this!

". . . Clark, I need to know what the problem is, because if it's something that doesn't require my presence at this very moment. Then I will be heading back to Gotham." This caused the red and blue hero's head to snap up in attention. He was met with the sight of a retreating dark figure towards the office door.

Those few, soft spoken words had Superman dashing in front of that very same door-blocking the other hero's exit. His body was only a few short inches away from Bruce's and he felt a heat climbing up the base of his neck upwards to his face and splashing onto his cheeks. He looked away as the other pursed his lips and titled his head ever so slightly analyzing the behavior of his best friend.

Superman's eyes widened in horror as he heard another heartbeat not far from their location. Oh sweet merciful Rao! Help him be forgiven for what he was about to do!

Clark looked towards the dark clad figure in front of him with rosy cheeks and frigid ice flowing through his veins as he reached out and cupped the other man's jaw in hand, guiding it towards his face as his other arm wrapped around his colleague's waist. Their bodies flush against one another's, as their lips met with surprising gentleness at the speed it transpired.

The man of steel could not believe what was happening. He couldn't believe that his dream was finally coming true! The way his lips were moving against Bruce's was something other worldly; and believe him when he say that. His mind was reeling as the others hands wrapped around his body. He could not believe what was happening! Then Clark's hand slid to the back of Bruce's neck deepening the kiss and the dark knight let out a muffled noise that unleashed a hunger that Superman was not aware he held within himself. He could not believe what was being played out in front of him! Oh thank you Rao!

The hands on his back gripped tight and a knee made contact with his stomach, sending him against the door behind him. Not so much because of the force of the blow, but of the shock it sent the kryptonian into.

Clark looked towards the crouching man in front of him. Mouth open gasping for air and white eye caps gone, only to reveal hurt sapphire ones. He couldn't break eye contact with that stare, it was one that he had seen once and never wished to again. The aliens heart of steel broke at the sight of those usually hard, sure and intimidating orbs now glazed over with what Clark could only distinguish as tears of betrayal.

"B-Bruce I'm so sor—" He was cut off mid sentence and mid dash towards his friend as sirens blasted throughout Mount Justice accompanied by blinding flashing red lights that filled every crevice of the base.

Superman looked back towards his friend and was met with cold, calculated Batman once again; eyes covered and vulnerability gone.

Clark went up to ensure his friend solidarity, but was stopped just as he had opened his mouth with the wave of a hand.

"Save it Clark, now's not the time." Was all that was said as he watched his dream run out the door and into the havoc going on outside.

Superboy closed his eyes as he concentrated on what was being conversed, but there really wasn't much conversation and more of a fumbling sound coming from the small room.

Then he heard muffled sounds that caused his eyes to fly open and for him to rise ready to dash onwards to save Batman from whatever Superman was doing to him. But he paused mid stride as he heard Clarks croaking voice and the sound of the vigilante's heavy breathing. The alarms went off and Superboy winced in pain as he covered his ears and saw the door open. His eyes widened slightly in panic as he ran into a nearby gym.

He watched the dark crusader run past with Superman not far behind, who halted momentarily to give a sidelong glance towards the boy of steel in the gym covering his ears in pain. The elder man's face rang out in surprise as he continued on his way quickly after the other leaguer.

Conner took his hands off his ears a few minutes later and stepped out of the gym door cautiously looking down the halls for any red and blue. Whenever he saw the coast was clear he briskly walked down the labyrinth of halls to his bedroom and when his eyes were set on his door only a few feet away he blew out a breath of relief.

But he stopped that action immediately, as well as his legs as a certain patriotic figure flew in his path, blocking his destination. He kept still, staring straight ahead at the s-shield on the mans chest and hoped if he didn't move, he wouldn't be seen. But whenever the man held his position in front of him did Superboy slowly raise his stare to meet the others angered face. A chill ran up his spine at the deathly tone in the others voice.

"Superboy . . . we need to talk. Alone."

Thanks again for sticking with me and this sketchy story!