Um, yeah. SO sorry about the delay on this chapter. I wish I could be one of those authors that are like, I was reviewing all of the chapters so I couldn't update, but… I just couldn't think of anything. Urg -_-.

OH! And, I like Artemis now. She's growing on me. A little cameo by Lance from Sym-Bionic Titan at the end.

Artemis 3rd Gate gave me the idea for Light Box, so thank you. You're awesome.

Title: Light Box

Rating: K+

Pairing: None

It was hard, getting used to a new base. Robin was used to the Bat Cave that had was dark and dank, where there was the constant rummaging of the bats in the higher rooms. He wasn't saying that he had it the worst. Robin knew that Miss Martian and Aqualad had come from completely different worlds. He and Kid Flash had it easy.

Still - it was different. There was actually light here, and everything was brightly colored. Hell, they could even hear birds chirping in the morning. They also got responsibilities that came with living 'alone.' the team had to wash their own clothes, make their own food, and do their homework without someone reminding them to take care of themselves.

Another responsibility, Robin was beginning to notice, was taking care of Superboy. The clone barely knew how to do anything by himself or control himself. It seemed like every day that he snapped, smashing a table or a wall or something. Robin couldn't help but blame it on Superman for not properly handling the situation after Cadmus. He knows that it must have come as a shock to Superman to have clone (or son) but, come on. Superman is an adult.

After Superboy smashed a particularly expensive piece of technology the morning that they had come back from Cadmus, he hid in his room for the rest of the day. Robin remembers one way Superboy had to adapt to the base...

X

Superboy wandered around the base for a while, a deep scowl etched on his face. He didn't mean to smash it, his emotions just got out of control sometimes. He slowly made his way around the base before walking into the living room and froze.

There was light coming out of a box.

There was light coming out of a freakin' box!

He stared. Superboy had seen the box before, when Miss Martian had shown them around the base, but he passed it off as another piece of odd Earth furniture.

The box was wondrous. People appeared and disappeared in the light, and the scenery changed. Everything seemed to be controlled by the rectangle thing Kid Flash was holding as the light changed from one thing to another. Superboy even saw animated things moving! Drawings were moving!

Superboy sat heavily next to Kid Flash and stared. He could hear the slight rustle of Wally's hair as he turned to him, but Superboy couldn't look away. There was an odd boy with a triangle shaped head with a green haired boy dancing on the screen singing about summer.

Superboy continued to watch, until Wally got up and the light went off. He growled, and the light was quickly restored to the box.

Superboy smiled fondly at it.

Title: Teenage Crisis

Rating: K

Pairing: None

Barry knew when his nephew was home, even when he was trying to be sneaky about it. There was always the open cabinet, the missing leftovers.

This time, however, Wally was not trying to be sneaky. Empty jars of pickles, jelly, and pretty much everything Barry could think of was all over his counters. He felt the beginnings of a headache above his left eye as he walked into the dark living room, ready to give his nephew a good lecture.

Barry stopped when he saw Wally's face. His eyes and nose were red, and Wally was sniffling as he tunneled cake into his mouth. A pile of tissues were on Barry's coffee table, the box not too far away.

Barry had never seen Wally like this. He stared unseeingly at the television as Tom chased Jerry around on TV. He didn't even twitch when Barry turned the light on. This was serious.

"Wally?" Barry asked cautiously as he slowly made his way into the middle of the living room. Wally jumped when his name was said, and he turned towards his uncle. When Wally looked at him, his face screwed up and his ran at him. Barry grunted as he was tackled at full speed by a sobbing fourteen year old boy.

"Wally," Barry frowned and put a hand through the bright red hair beneath him. "What's wrong?"

"She- she," Wally hiccupped as he tried to put a sentence together. "She broke up with me."

She? She who?"

"Hayley," Wally moaned as if just saying the name was a punch in the face. Barry remembered. He thought back months ago to Wally's love struck proclamations about at girl in his school. Hayley, with the long blonde hair and perfect blue eyes. Hayley, with the body of a dancer and who had straight A's. Hayley, the girl that Wally had been mooning over the past six months and had finally convinced her to go out with him a month ago. Hayley, who had apparently broken his nephew's heart.

"Oh, Wally..." Barry's eyes visibly saddened. He hoped that Wally wouldn't go through the mandatory teenage heartbreak for a couple years.

"She did something worse than break up with me," Wally clung tighter. "She cheated on me." Barry led him to the couch again. They talked about Hayley, how he felt about her, and what she did to him. By the end of the night Wally was smiling and they were able to trash talk her. Wally fell asleep on the couch watching Phineas and Ferb.

Barry sighed at patted Wally's back with a small smile.

He may not be able to stop every teenage crisis, but he could help.

Title: Guitar Guy

Rating: T

Pairing: Superboy X Lance, if you squint

Superboy had been dreading this day.

It was September, and Robin was in school. The small, black haired boy had become his only entertainment during lonely days at the base, and now he was otherwise occupied.

Just like the rest of the team. Not you. You're just a weapon. Superboy roughly shook his head and jumped off from the ground. He was being to hate even his own thoughts.

Superboy headed west, to a place called Sherman, Illinois. There had been some alien and robot sightings, according to Batman. He was going to do some investigating. He snorted. This was just something to keep him out of trouble.

The hell...? Superboy made it to the outskirts by sunset and stared openly up at the large claws. They were huge, and Superboy looked up to find that they abruptly stopped. After he was finished with his staring he kicked off to higher ground to take a picture with his iTouch. This should be enough proof for Batman.

Superboy grit his teeth. He knew would never be anything but a tool or an inconvenience. Knowing didn't make it any better. Just as he was about to kick off, Superboy heard a guitar playing. He looked over and enhanced his vision to see a dark haired teenager idly playing the instrument. Superboy didn't know why, but something about the guy reminded him of himself. Maybe it was the way he hunched dejectedly as he sat, or the far off look in his eye.

Superboy hopped over to him a quietly as he could, and peered at the boy from behind a bush. He must have not been as quiet as he thought, because the boy looked straight at where he was hiding and scowled. Superboy stepped out from behind the bush, ready to kick off if the stranger looked unhappy with his presence.

The guitar teenager smiled and patted the expanse of rock next to him. Superboy moved, as if on autopilot, and plopped down next to him. There was the awkward silence that seemed to follow Superboy around before the boy spoke up.

"Do you play?" Superboy frowned at shook his head.

The other boy's smiled remained. "I could teach you. My name's Lance."

"Sure," Superboy smiled as best as he knew how to. "I'm - um. Conner." He still wasn't used to being called anything but Superboy.

"Cool," Lance slid closer and moved the guitar so it rested in both of their laps. He took Conner's hand and placed it on the top part and told him what to hold and when. Lance strummed and Conner messed up the rhythm so horribly that he felt his face flush.

"Sorry," Superboy looked away shamefully. Would he ever get anything right?

"It's okay," Lance reassured before repeating his instructions. Superboy got it better this time, but it didn't sound like it did when he first heard Lance play it.

Superboy frowned in concentration to play the song right and not break the guitar in frustration when he got it wrong. This continued for longer than Superboy thought it did, because when he looked up in triumph when he got it right, the sun was down. He grinned at Lance and he smiled back.

"Good job," Lance stood up and put his guitar back into its case. "Sorry, but it's getting late. I gotta go home. You probably should too."

I don't have a real home, Superboy thought spitefully as Lance began to walk away. Lance turned around. "See you around?"

Superboy smiled.

"Yeah."