Chapter 5
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AN: I apologize for the delay in this update but it was out of my control. Life is extremely busy and taxing for me at the moment. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say that what little free time I have has recently been devoted to sleeping and staying healthy. Writing and editing everything I have written has been on the back burner for a while. I found some time this weekend to tie everything together to get this update up. I hope to get back on a more regualr schedule but things are really up in the air. So I'll say sorry now for any future delays. Thank you for your patience. I'm also sorry this isn't as long as the previous chapters but I wanted to get this posted for y'all and it seemed like a good place to stop.
Warning: Rating has officially gone up for this sucker. There are parts here that are for mature eyes only. But, for those of you who wish to continue to read and skip the mature section, I have italicized it (it's the second chapter). I probably won't use this system in the future (or maybe I will) but the italics work for this chapter.
M'gann M'orzz had always considered herself to be a good person. She liked protecting others and taking care of those in need. She was sensitive to what she said to people so as not to offend them. She strived to be the best hero she could be so her uncle would be proud of her.
But now she was in a long hallway, awaiting her sentencing from the elders.
She hadn't really thought what she was doing was wrong. Wasn't that what the human girl she based her look on did when she liked someone. She did everything she could to make him hers. She flipped her hair, she flirted, she smiled sweetly, and always tried to make the boy realize he actually did like her. It worked on that tv show and others she watched. Earth was a different place but she loved it. Sometimes M'gann wished she had been born a human rather than a Martian. She probably would have been happier.
So she thought she was just doing what she should to make Superboy like her. She smiled, she baked cookies, she tossed her hair. But nothing worked. M'gann just though he was shy and didn't know how to express himself. The feelings he had inside his heart were so strong she knew they were for her. Well, she thought they were for her.
How could he possibly like Robin more than he liked her. Robin was immature and rude and not very cute in her opinion. She, on the other hand, was pretty, smart, and powerful. Robin was a human with no abilities besides his tech skills and acrobatics. But M'gann was different. She would be better suited for Superboy than Robin.
But it didn't work out. She thought that no one would notice nor do anything until her changes became permanent in their minds. It wouldn't take long, maybe a month, and then no one would be the wiser. But she hadn't been that lucky. Protocol after the mission was for them to be checked out by her uncle, someone with far more experience.
She closed her eyes, but could still see the stony, disappointed expression on her uncle's face as he stood next to her, awaiting news of her punishment. She had been trying so hard to make him proud. But now all that effort was out the window. All because Superboy fell for Robin instead of her. It should have been her. She thought it had been. M'gann was convinced he liked her back. And because of that assumption she was removed from the team and sent home.
It just wasn't fair. Superboy was supposed to be hers.
Superboy awoke to the sounds of a training simulation going on in the gym on the other side of the mountain. It was really early and he couldn't imagine who would be training at this hour. He wanted to go back to sleep, but the sounds, though hallways away, were too loud to let him. So Superboy decided that since he was up, he would go investigate. Maybe whoever was training would let him join.
He left his room, just wearing a pair of boxer shorts as he made his way to the gym. He absently scratched at his shoulder as he weaved around corners and strode down hallways. Superboy looked into the gym when he got there, a smile coming to his face when he saw Robin twisting through the air and dodging training bots. He leaned against the doorjamb for a few moments, just watching his graceful boyfriend.
Superboy blushed when his gut started to twist in pleasure and his groin stirred in reaction to the sight of Robin flexing and contorting his lithe body. It didn't help matters that Superboy had had another 'wet dream' the night before about his boyfriend. Superboy didn't know a lot about sex (he made a mental note to start researching immediately), but he did know he desired his boyfriend.
The training simulation was a difficult one but in only a few minutes all the bots were destroyed and Robin stood triumphantly in the middle of the gym. Superboy's eyes raked uninhibited up and down his boyfriend's sweaty form. Robin was wearing a pair of very short and tight green spandex bottoms and a conforming red tank top. Both garments were darker where Robin was sweating the most. Under his arms, down his back and between his legs. Superboy could smell his sweat from where he stood on the other side of the gym. The scent just made more pleasure twist around in his belly.
Robin glanced over his shoulder at Superboy with a smirk. "Hey. Did I wake you," he asked lightly, turning to fully face Superboy.
His boyfriend's hips jutted out a bit and Superboy's eyes zeroed in on his groin. Robin looked hard beneath his spandex. He stood frozen by the door, watching with a bit of shock and excitement as Robin sauntered over to him. Something about the way Robin was looking at him made Superboy think of a wild animal stalking their prey.
Instinctually Superboy backed up a step until his back hit a wall. Robin was in front of him a breath later, pressing his smaller body against his bulk. He drew in a shaky breath as Robin's soft hands stroked over his cheeks, his throat, then his chest, squeezing his sides before trailing lover. Superboy moaned loudly and closed his eyes when one of Robin's hands slid into his boxers. Those nimble fingers grasped his hardening cock firmly, stroking up and down. Robin's other hand dove lower, making Superboy's legs tremble when his balls were squeezed.
He felt frozen, his arms and legs barely moved except to shake. Superboy wanted to touch Robin back, but he was scared. What if he hurt him? Sometimes he couldn't control his strength, and right now Superboy felt like he couldn't control much of anything.
Suddenly, Superboy felt the cool air of the gym on his erection. His eyes snapped open and he looked down, gasping at the sight of his dick, red and standing, by Robin's smirk. His eyes fell closed a second later when his boyfriend's mouth opened and his tongue laved against the underside of his cock. His hips jerked and he was suddenly engulfed in warmth and wetness. Every single nerve ending on Superboy's body was on fire and he shuddered with each swipe of Robin's tongue on his erection.
It felt so good. The feelings ignited a deep seeded need in him and Superboy wanted more. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but he wanted more of it. He wanted hotness around his cock. He wanted Robin in his arms. He wanted to hear his boyfriend scream and moan and blush. He wanted to be inside Robin. He wanted to make the Boy Wonder his.
Something came over Superboy, something primal and ancient. He reached down and grabbed Robin's arms, lifting him up. His cock, now released from his boyfriend's hot mouth, bobbed yearningly in the air. Superboy turned and pressed Robin's body tightly into the wall he had previously leaned against. His boyfriend grunted softly, opening his legs. Superboy took the subtle invitation and pressed his hips against the vee of Robin's legs. They both groaned as Superboy shifted his groin against boyfriend's.
He hadn't realized he had torn Robin's clothes clean off his body until the ripped fabric fluttered from his fingers. Superboy gazed lovingly at his boyfriend's face, using one hand to stroke his cheek and the other to hold him up. Then he was pushing forward, seeking, searching for satisfaction.
Robin screamed.
But it wasn't the scream Superboy wanted to hear. The metallic scent of blood was in the air and Robin was covered in it. His boyfriend's right shoulder and hip looked like they were dislocated. His face was bruised and his chest looked like it was collapsing. Superboy took a horrified step back, his erection flagging at the sight before him. Robin slid down the wall until he crumbled to the floor.
Blood was on his hands and Superboy could do nothing but yell out in horror. What had he done?
"Robin," Superboy shouted as he sat up in bed, looking around frantically.
He was in his room at Mount Justice. His bed sheets were wet with sweat and cum but there was no blood. It took Superboy a few moments of deep breathing to realize he had just had a nightmare. What had started out feeling real had ended up a horror story. He looked down at his hands, clean but trembling in his lap. His cock was spend between his legs and Superboy desperately hoped it was from his first wet dream and not his second wet nightmare.
He swallowed thickly and slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Superboy splashed cold water on his face and rubbed at his eyes, hoping to erase the image of Robin's broken body at his hands. He had lost all control in that dream.
Superboy reluctantly looked at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Water droplets trailed down his face, much like Robin's fingers had in his dream. He didn't like what he saw in the mirror. He saw a weapon, with no control.
Superboy's heart twisted. He felt more fear for Robin now than he had when his boyfriend was falling from a skyscraper.
Dick peered into the bottom of his empty wine glass, twisting the stem in his fingers as he did so. It was kinda cool how the room looked through the lead crystal. The glass in his hands was worth more than his daily allowance...and that was saying something. Dick sighed and set his glass down on the table. He laid his head down and stared blankly at the terry white table cloth that was again more expensive than many of the things he owned (high tech gadgets excluded).
When he had asked Bruce to set an interview up he didn't expect it to be at the most exclusive restaurant in New York City. Dick expected something a little more...subtle. But when was anything subtle with Bruce Wayne. Batman, yes, he was subtle, it was his job. Subtle to Bruce Wayne, though, was buying out a casino so he could change the upholstery.
Dick rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing at the feel of the gel slicking his hair back and the tweed of his school uniform jacket. Uniforms just couldn't be comfortable, could they?
Someone clearing their throat had Dick sitting up straight and plastering a fake smile on his lips. A hostess stood at the doorway to the private room that Bruce had reserved for him. It had of course been swept for bugs three times before his mentor was confident no one would listen in. And in this case Bruce was more worried about other reporters rather than the villainous community that they dealt with on a daily basis.
His smile turned a little more genuine as the hostess stepped aside and Clark Kent stiffly walked into the room. "Enjoy your dinner," she said brightly before letting down the thick velvet curtains that spanned the doorway.
Dick watched with an amused grin as Clark looked around the room in astonished wonder before slowly, almost daintily, sitting down at the table. Clark's gaze met his and the man gave Dick a shaky smile.
"Let me guess," Dick said as he rested his chin on a hand, leaning over the edge of the table. "You've never been somewhere like this before."
Clark chuckled and scratched at his cheek, a nervous tick Dick knew he had. "No where even close. The nicest place I've ever been are the places Bruce holds his parties and functions. But even those don't compare to this. This must have cost an arm and a leg."
Dick waved his hand casually and rolled his eyes. "An arm and a leg to you is like a nail clipping and a leg hair to Bruce. Although this was more than I thought he would do. I told him private, not extravagant," he replied with a huff.
Clark looked around the room again, eyeing the crystal chandelier above their table before he finally started to relax. He sat back in his chair, setting his briefcase on the ground by his feet. "Well at least it's private. I'm guessing he prepped this room."
"And then some. Besides the bugs he swept for he's put a sound wave duller on the curtains and radio wave scattering thingy in the light. He's making sure no one hears us talk."
"So you're really serious about this," Clark asked quietly. "You're going to let me interview you."
Dick smirked and laughed lightly, leaning back in his chair and throwing his feet up on the table. He didn't miss the scandalized look in Clark's eyes at the action. "It's not going to be that easy. I'm not just going to give you this interview. You have to earn it," Dick said as he tossed his hands behind his head.
Clark's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened. "What could you possibly want from me?"
"It's not what I want. It's what Superboy needs."
As Dick expected, Clark's face immediately fell into an uncomfortable frown and he looked away. The Man of Steel was saved from having to say anything as a waiter fluttered in to take their drink orders. Dick let the statement hang in the air as they both read over the menu and decided what they would eat as they talked. When their waiter returned with their drinks both of them ordered their food and they were left alone for the time being. Dick made sure to order something that would take a while to cook so they would have time before being interrupted again.
Clark refused to look at him. He instead stared morosely at his place setting, pushing around his salad fork. Dick sighed softly, folding his hands together as he thought about what he should say next. Probably best to start on a neutral topic before moving in for the kill.
"Has Bruce told you about what happened to the team," Dick asked casually.
Clark finally looked up at him and nodded. "Not in any real detail. I tend to avoid too much information about your team. But he informed all of us, the League that is, what happened. Especially because J'onn is going to be gone for a while. Bruce said Miss Martian tampered with everyone's memories."
Dick sighed and looked away. "Yeah, in a nutshell. But it was worse than that. I mean for one she's messed up the team. We're all comfortable around each other but now we're walking on eggshells when it comes to missions. But then she also...she messed with my feelings and Superboy's."
"Why would she do that?"
"So she could break us up and have Superboy all to herself."
Clark's mouth snapped shut and he blinked a couple of times. He sat back in his chair, looking like he had been slapped in the face... and had felt it. "'Break us up...'" Clark repeated slowly, seeming to be testing the words. "Does that mean that you two are..."
"Dating? Yup," Dick filled in for the man. Clark looked a little too awkward trying to make that word come out so he came to his rescue. "We have been for a couple of weeks now."
"Oh," Clark said helplessly, scratching at his cheek again. "Well...uh...good for you."
"Thanks," Dick replied with a smile. "It's been great. And now that he's my boyfriend, I want to do everything I can to make him happy."
"Makes sense."
"Which is where you come in."
Clark sighed and shook his head, leaning his elbows on the table. "Look, Dick, Bruce and I have had this conversation a number of times. He says I should step up and be a father but I can't. He's not my son," Clark said, a tinge of anger in his voice.
But Dick wasn't fazed. "You know, for a reporter, you suck at letting people talk and listening to them."
"I'm not going to be his father."
"Did I ask you to do that?"
"No...well you haven't asked anything yet."
"Exactly. So shut up and let me talk or you can forget getting an interview from me."
Clark immediately shut up and sat back in his chair, his hands folded neatly in his lap. Dick smirked at the reaction. The man before him was arguably the most powerful man on Earth, but he was also the most easily manipulated. If you knew what you were doing of course. And Dick certainly knew what he was doing. Clark was a reporter as well as being a superhero and he loved both jobs. And an interview with Richard Grayson was just the carrot to dangle in this man's face so Dick could have a serious conversation with him and he wouldn't run away.
Dick relaxed into his chair, looking down at his polished fingernails as he spoke. "I'm not asking you to be his father, Clark," Dick started, wishing he had a hangnail to pick at but Alfred was unrelenting when he wanted to keep him and Bruce polished men of high society. "If that happens after spending time with him, great. But I know you can't now."
Out of the corner of his eye Dick saw Clark relax a bit in his chair, some of his discomfort with the conversation gone. "I get it. Heck I get it more than Bruce can. He's ridiculously stubborn...and protective."
His companion snorted at that and Dick grinned in response. Then he sobered up. "I think I know what your problem is. It's not that Superboy himself bothers you. It's that he exists...and why he exists."
Dick looked up and caught Clark's gaze. He took a deep breath and then continued. "In a sense, Clark...you were raped."
The reporter looked like he had been slapped again after Dick said that and he sat up, looking like he wanted to refute it. But Dick just waved away his comments. Right now he would be doing the talking. "I know you weren't raped in the traditional sense of the word, but you were nonetheless. Your rights and privacy were violated. Cadmus took your DNA without your permission and created a new life you had no part of. And when you see Superboy, you're reminded of that."
Clark's lips thinned as he clenched his jaw and looked away. He didn't utter a sound. Dick leaned forward, attempting to catch the man's eyes. When he did, he continued. "But the only way you're going to get past this is to acknowledge it happened and face it. Deep down you know Superboy isn't the one at fault. But he's the only one around for you to blame. I get it. But now you need to grow up. He needs you."
"I can't be his father," Clark said softly.
Dick threw his hands in the air and let out a sound of frustration. "Christ, you aren't listening. I told you, I'm not asking you to be his dad," Dick nearly shouted, clenching his hands into fists on the table.
"Then what are you asking me?"
"I'm asking you to be his mentor."
"Why?"
"Because he needs it. He doesn't say anything but I know he's jealous of everyone on the team since we all have someone with more experience we can go to and ask for help. He doesn't have that. Right now Superboy needs someone to guide him, not coddle him and be his pal. That can come later. But there are still times I worry that something will happen to him because he doesn't understand his limits or what he's capable of. You're the only one in the world who can teach him, Clark."
They fell into silence for a while, just in time for the waiter to deliver their dinner salads. Dick let Clark stew for a bit as he munched on his salad, avoiding the tomatoes. Alfred would give him hell if the butler was here to see Dick neglecting such a 'nutritional part of his diet'. Clark followed his lead and they ate quietly until their greens were gone. Dick sat back to wait. The ball was in Clark's court now.
"I'm not sure I can, Dick. I haven't mentored anyone before," the reporter said after dabbing his lips with his napkin. "I'll probably just make it worse."
"That's no excuse. Batman and The Flash and the others with sidekicks had never been a mentor before either. But it all worked out. You'll learn from each other. You'll learn how to be a mentor and Superboy will learn whatever it is he needs to learn to become more balanced and happy," Dick said, pointing his salad fork at the man across the table. "And let me tell you. Batman sucked when we first partnered up. I mean he was horrible. There is no way you could be worse than him. And I turned out fine."
Clark smirked a little bit and raised an eyebrow. Dick frowned and pointed his fork more threateningly at the Man of Steel. "One smart-aleck comment out of you and I'm outta here," he said in a huff, crossing his arms when Clark made a motion of zipping his lips.
"So here's what I want," Dick continued, setting down his utensil. "I want you to start coming to Mount Justice every day. You get to know Superboy, test his skills, and train him when he needs it. That's what he needs. And what my boyfriend needs is what I want."
Dick thrust out his hand for a shake, staring down the man before him. After a moment Clark raised an arm and shook Dick's hand, sealing the deal. Clark gave a wary smile, scratching his cheek again. "Alright, you win," the reporter said as he took away his hand. "Geez, if you're this smart and manipulative when you're a teen, heaven help us when you grow up."
Dick just smirked and sat back in his chair, tossing his legs up on the table. Clark chuckled and leaned on the edge of the table, looking down at his untouched drink.
"You can start your interview whenever you want now. But just so you know, if you go back on our deal, I'll falsify everything you write for the next ten years," Dick threatened lightly.
Clark sighed and smirked. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he replied. "But before we do the interview, could I ask you something?"
Dick cocked his head to one side and casually shrugged one shoulder. That was the man's job right? To ask questions and get answers.
"How did you and Superboy end up together?"
His eyes widened a bit at the question before narrowing. He knew Clark was still uncomfortable with anything relating to Superboy (that would take time to get over) so it was strange for him to ask about something relating to his boyfriend. Now to mention, Dick had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to the question than Clark was letting on. Almost like he knew something Dick didn't.
"Pretty cliché I guess," he said slowly, watching Clark for any reaction that might give away what he knew. "He liked me first, confessed and asked me out. I kinda had feelings for him so I agreed. After that I realized I had some serious feelings for him. Snowballed from there."
Clark nodded his head but looked away, rubbing at his chin in contemplation. That seemed suspicious to Dick. "Something wrong, Clark," he asked as casually as he could, trying not to sound accusing.
His companion shook his head a bit, still not looking at him. "It's just...funny. Maybe Superboy really is my son. We seem to have a similar taste in men."
Dick perked up a little at that, not thinking too heavily on the implication of that statement. "Well that's good. It's a conversation starter for you guys. You can talk about..." Dick trailed off, face morphing into a shocked and near horrified expression.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dick said, waving his hands in front of him as he nearly fell out of his chair. "Please don't tell me you're saying what I think you're saying. That you...and...are you fucking my Dad?"
Clark sputtered and actually fell out of his own chair, but he composed himself quickly. "Dick, I don't think you should be using that word," the reported said in a placating voice.
"ARE YOU?"
"No."
Dick deflated back into his chair, eyes wide as he looked at Clark. The man was honest when he said that. But there was way more to the situation than the Man of Steel was letting on. Dick could tell. "Then what aren't you telling me," he asked softly.
Clark sighed and rubbed at his neck as he sat back down in his chair, unable to meet Dick's eyes. "Well now I've done it," he said tiredly. "I've just opened a can of worms that was supposed to stay closed for eternity. Now you won't let it drop and you'll do anything to get it out of me."
The reporter seemed to be talking to himself more than Dick. "You just have to promise you won't tell Bruce I told you," Clark pleaded, anxious eyes finally meeting Dick's bewildered gaze.
Dick slowly nodded his head and really hoped he could keep that promise. It's near impossible to keep anything from Bruce but he would try his hardest. This, whatever it was, was important. Clark sighed and looked away, fiddling with the cuffs of his suit as he started to speak.
"Bruce and I met before we knew about each other's superhero identities. It was my first solo reporting job and I was sent to a party held by Wayne Enterprises. I was supposed to write about the function and get as many interviews as possible. I have to say it went well. The night wore on and the party slowed down. Everyone was gone and I was sitting at the bar, having a drink. Bruce joined me. I tried to start an interview but we just ended up talking. We talked for about three hours I think."
Clark's voice had turned affectionate and Dick wasn't sure whether he should gag or sigh. He settled on some combination of the two.
"We, uh, spent the rest of the night and most of the next day together, in his penthouse. Doing, um, adult things. We had a real connection though. But he had an image to uphold and I didn't even live in Gotham. As much as I wanted to pursue something more, he didn't. It was just one night to him.
"I was, um, pretty torn up about it. He was my first. I have trouble controlling my strength when I'm with people in that manner. But he's strong, and I was just so comfortable with him. Even if I lost some of my control it was okay. He calmed me down and I never got completely out of control. But it didn't matter. After that night we were never going to see each other again and I tried to take some comfort in that."
"But you did see each other again," Dick filled in, eyes wide and brain barely able to process what he was being told.
"Yeah," Clark said with a little chuckle. "About a month later. Even with his cowl on I recognized him. He didn't say anything about that night so I didn't either."
Dick rubbed a hand over his face, pinching his nose. "So let me get this straight. You're in love with Bruce," he asked slowly, trying desperately to avoid thinking about the implications of that statement and the story just told. He so did not need nightmares about his mentor/dad having sex with his friend/surrogate uncle.
"I love the man I met that night. Who had had a couple too many and was vulnerable and open with me. But I doubt I'll ever see that man again. Bruce makes sure he's locked away behind a superhero and a playboy billionaire," Clark said softly, a tinge of melancholy in his voice.
Dick looked down, feeling a little bad for Clark. He knew how hard it was to get behind Bruce's walls. It was only if the man let you and on very rare occasions. He had no idea what it must be like for Clark, nor did he want to. Unrequited love was something no one wanted. Dick wished he knew what to say. He had known what to say in regards to Superboy, but this was different.
"Don't feel bad on my account," Clark spoke up, a little smile on his face. "I've learned to live with it and accept it. I told you because you deserve to know and I knew you would probably torture me until I told you."
"Probably," Dick replied with a little quirk of his lips.
"So don't worry. It's water under the bridge," Clark said just as their food arrived.
As they settled into their meal, Clark pulled out a notepad and pen along with a tape recorder. Dick looked at the items with a bit of trepidation but he knew he shouldn't worry. If there was one thing he knew, it was that Clark was the only one whom Dick could talk to about his painful past. The reporter was gentle to a fault and would never, ever reveal anything Dick didn't want told to the public. He sighed and took a bite of his food, chewing slowly as Clark prepared his first question.
Now or never.
AN: Sooooooo...what do y'all think? I wanted to put the Superman/Batman thing in subtly and also in a way that it didn't have to be a part of the story. While a majority of you voted 'yay' a few of you did say 'nay' and I do want this to be fair for everyone. So I'm easing into it. So how's it workin? Were y'all expecting that?
It seems asking y'all questions is a good thing (I got a lot of feedback for last chapter) so I thought I'd continue in that vein. In this chapters case I'm mostly asking how everyone is enjoying it so far and the direction's I've taken. You liking the subtle Superman/Batman? How about the hint of not real smut? Oh, and bet some of you weren't expecting M'gann to show up.
I'm not sure what to do with her yet. I go back and forth between not liking her and tolerating her, so I'm unsure where to go with her character. Any ideas folks? I'll take any and all ideas into consideration.
Next chapter I expect some awkward but with a touch of sweet interaction between Superman and Superboy. The first day of school is a very important landmark. I also expect mucho research and awkwardness from Superboy's end and a poor confused Robin (who can't look his mentor in the eye for a good week). I think I'll bring in Aqualad to the rescue, and Wally too. Those could be some fun conversations. Artemis will be on the sidelines eating popcorn and chuckling.
And now my thanks. Thank you everyone for your kind words, feedback and above all patience. I promise to try harder to get the next chapter out in a resonable amount of time. So THANK YOU to: Saikado Mai, teobaldi, AllBlueChaser, BlackMarionette, Neko Samurai, Silber Da, angelrider13, AYMK00, Doubt But Never Regret, Bittsweetmis, JaderxAde, Animelover210, MarsInsane, Zuvios Gemini, Obsessedwriter92, Nagi Kokuyo, Phomma-chan, SpazticTwitchNinja, LovelySinner7, -YaoiMonster-, Onshuu Shigatsu, DrawerDiary, BeeBee Forthwright, and my anonymous reviewers (Anonymous, AnonyAmous, Anon, YHG, and TooLazyToSignIn). Thank you so so much everyone. Chapter 4 got such a wonderful response. I can only hope chapter 5 and future chapters live up to it.
P.S. - OMFG! Finally Cartoon Network has scheduled the next new episode (which unfortunately I've already seen). It's as I suspected. They were waiting for the fall season (it's all about the money). September 16th everybody. Mark your calenders. Hopefully we'll start getting more episodes that we all deserve.