A/N: I do not own Young Justice

He was the only one I could tell- not Gar, who looked up to me so much, not Nightwing, who already had enough to handle, not Wally who was devastated enough as it was. So that left him. If I was honest with myself, which I admit I wasn't, he was the only one I wanted to tell.

The hardest part was the initial confession. Then there was no way to get back.

Years ago, when we had linked our minds to perform a purposefully disastrous mission, my subconscious lost control. For a few weeks after, my telepathic abilities were… less than controlled. He was the only person I told. Eventually it just stopped. Things were back to normal, I was back in control. Or so I thought. But now it was happening again.

I told him everything- about hearing things that were never said, about the nightmares too, even though I'm sure he already knew about those. I told him, because after everything- even after everything- how could I tell anyone else?

We sat in an awkward triangle. Not speaking. She had asked me to stay. Right, because things weren't awkward enough between us already. She was alone enough though, without me leaving her to do this by herself.

J'onn stood up. "I feared this would happen." He sighed. "It is regrettable that you did not make me aware of it earlier."

Her head hung, shamefully, toward her toes. I felt like I was taking her to a doctor's appointment, and it was driving me insane. Couldn't just let her be a good girl and let her do this herself. No. It was becoming a pattern… I would have to adjust that at some point- at least before La'Gaan woke up.

"So?" I said. "How can you help her?"

"M'gann is," He glanced over at her. "Extremely powerful. Her power exceeds her ability to control it."

"I can control it," she said, her eyes narrow and determined. Her chin tilted upward, up slightly. A look from her uncle though, and she took half a step back.

"What can you do?" I repeated, my jaw locking in place.

"The first option is to contain her mental powers," His stare broke from her to me. "Like putting a lock on a door."

"So that it can bottleneck until she bursts?" I snapped. "She's close enough to a nervous breakdown as it is." She bit down on her lower lip, just enough to make me feel like I owed her an apology. Again.

"The second option," J'onn said, more patiently than me, "is to bring her up to the level of her powers. It will take quite a bit of conditioning, but it will be less of a risk."

She looked at him, the way she did when she was having a mental conversation. I took that as my cue to leave, nodding my goodbye and stepping toward the exit.

"Wait," she said. "You should stay. In case something goes wrong."

I looked to J'onn. But he nodded, reluctantly. "Wait outside."

I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. The point of breaking up was to establish distance- so she wouldn't think I condoned anything. I shouldn't keep getting close to her- but I couldn't leave now either. Not now that I had her uncle involved.

So I sat down on the floor outside, where Wolf found me.

"Just a Superboy and his dog." I said, patting Wolf on the head. And his Martian ex-girlfriend and her Martian uncle doing psychic conditioning in the other room. How was that for complicated? Not that any of this was funny.

Wolf pawed the door, whimpered. I hadn't been the only one with a soft spot for her; I wasn't the only one who missed her, or the only one who was worried about her. "She'll be alright." I said. "She'll be alright."

As I repeated it she came out, a little shaky, like she was dizzy. I stood, grabbing her arms before she tripped. She shook her head.

"Are you alright?" Her eyes met mine.

She swallowed, nodding. "Thank you for staying,"

I shrugged. "You're welcome."

He walked me to my room, still wearing that look, like he felt sorry for me. Like he owed me. This time, I cared.

"Why are you still helping me?"

He watched me, like he was deciding if he should say anything. "You could still come around."

"What does that mean?"

"You know what it means."

I got defensive. "I've done what I've done for the good of the team." I said. Can't you see that?

He glared at me. "So the ends justify the means?"

"No." I said too quickly. He'd set me up for that, and for a second I was offended that he trapped me. "I've saved people."

"And victimized others."

My shoulders fell. I couldn't argue with him anymore; I was exhausted in more ways than one. "I've had to make hard decisions, Conner," I wrapped my arms around myself. "I have to come to terms with them all the time." I hurried into my room and shut the door behind me, before he could see me cry.

A/N: I should take this moment to inform everyone that I'm not totally a DC expert, so I'm kind of makin' this up as I go (just so you don't judge me too harshly). But yeah, that's it for this update. Thank you so much for reading! And everyone who has followed, or favorite this, thank you so much. And everyone who has reviewed BIG HUGE GINORMOUS thank you :D

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