So obviously, this story is written in the third person point of view, but it's going to be switching perspectives between three people. You've already had Conner, this chapter is M'gann, and the next chapter will be Timmy. It will just continue to cycle in that order, much like The Lost Hero or Son of Neptune if you're a Percy Jackson fan.

Sorry it's a little short, but whenever I tried to add different things, I couldn't figure out where to put them because this chapter already flows so well, so it would just be awkward. Enjoy and review!

Chapter 2: M'gann

M'gann yawned, trying to recall the last time that she was this tired. Their mission in Edge City last night had run a lot longer than she'd been expecting. Her, Beast Boy, Superboy, and Robin were sent to locate and capture the newly escaped Captain Cold, and they'd gone into it with much lower expectations than they had actually needed, having underestimated him and his plans. When not working with the rest of his chilling family, Cold had always been one to be a loner, so one could say that the team was unprepared when they discovered that he'd hired an army of goons to get the job done, and the crowd had made it easy for him to escape and make his way back to his hideout.

Conner insisted that Beast Boy and Miss Martian follow him, maintaining contact through the psychic link while he and Robin handled the remainder of the fighting. It had taken them nearly half-an-hour, but once they managed to finish up, they met up with Gar and Miss M and took Cold down, the only injury being the bit of frostbite that Robin had acquired on his nose.

She smiled at the thought. In a weird, little kid sort of way, it was actually kind of adorable.

So due to their incredibly unanticipated struggles, Nightwing had given all of them the first half of the day off. M'gann had taken that opportunity to sleep in. Crawling out of bed, she didn't even bother to change out of her pajamas as she headed for the kitchen. Arching her back, she stretched her arms upward as she walked, feeling a slight twinge of soreness from her late night adventure. As she walked past Conner's room, she couldn't help but take note of his closed door, which wasn't necessarily uncommon, but she frowned as she remembered the events that had occurred during the small hours of the morning.

Earlier that morning…

Robin's nose was colored a vibrant red at the tip. He sat on the couch as M'gann held a hot washcloth on it, trying her best to help take some of the numbness away. His cheeks seemed to be a little red, too, but she took a guess that the frostbite had nothing to do with it. Smiling at his innocent embarrassment, she laughed.

"What?" Robin asked, his cheeks turning a brighter red than before.

"Nothing," she giggled, "It's just…well, the thought of you trying to explain to someone how you managed to get frostbite in eighty degree weather is just really funny."

A small smile made its way onto his face. "Yeah," he said softly, "I guess it is." He paused for a moment, his expression slowly returning back to that of his brooding mentor, and he stared down at the floor. "M'gann?"

The tone of concern in his voice slightly worried her, and she became a little nervous as to what he was going to say. "What is it?" She questioned, placing her free hand on Robin's back. He reached up and removed her hand holding the washcloth from his nose, turning his head to face her. "You need to leave that on there," she told him, "It's the only way to-"

"Why is Conner so sad?" He interrupted.

M'gann's face flushed, turning a paler green than usual. Why was Conner what? Where was this coming from? Did Conner do something stupid? She did her best to appear confused, acting as if she didn't know what he was talking about. "What do you mean? Why would you think that?"

He gave a small shrug. "I don't know, I just…well, I just notice things…" Yep, he sure was a Bat-brat.

She hunkered her neck down to meet his eye level. "Notice things?" She repeated. "Things like what?"

He grabbed the edge of his seat, digging his fingers into the couch cushion. "I don't know, I mean…he's alone, all the time. No one ever goes and talks to him or asks him what he's up to or anything. And…and he's always so…so solemn, constantly talking with an edge to his voice. I mean, he's never like snapped at me or anything, but he…he's never been particularly nice to me either. I-I'm not saying that he's mean or rude or whatever, because I know that's not the case, I'm just wondering why he envelopes himself in so much anger to mask all of the sadness inside. It just seems…I don't know, exhausting, like he's in so much pain all the time but instead of getting help or talking to someone, he fuels himself off of frustration." He looked her in the eyes. "Am I making any sense?"

M'gann blinked. She didn't…how did he even…what? She'd known Conner for five years, he'd known Conner for five months, and he was picking up on things that she hadn't. Was Conner still angry with her about what happened? It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to just get over. After all, it had taken her a while…well, until she met La'gann. She really did like him…but there was always something missing. That something that made the relationship feel whole. Feel true.

Her and Conner…they'd somehow succeeded in finding that something, but ever since the breakup, there's just been…well, nothing. She couldn't help but think that if she was given the choice to have Conner back, there would be no hesitation. She'd take him back in a heartbeat. God, she missed him…

She mentally smacked herself. What was she thinking? It wasn't fair to La'gann for her to be thinking things like this. But maybe…well, maybe that meant something.

"M'gann?" Robin stared at her, a worried expression on his face.

Snapping out of it, she blinked a few times before putting on a painted smile. "Sorry," she said, "I was just thinking about how silly you sound." She had to play this off, had to make it seem as if there wasn't a single hint of doubt. Robin was good, and if she was lying, he would know. She was so screwed. "Conner's fine, Robin. That's just who he is. You know him and his angry personality."

Robin looked unconvinced, raising an eyebrow at M'gann's words. Not giving him a chance to say anything else, she stood up from the couch giving a nice, big yawn. "Man, I'm tired," she proclaimed, handing Robin the washcloth, "If you're not spending the night at Mt. Justice, then you should probably get home. Your parents must be worried."

"Sure," he said, staring at the rag in his hand. There was a short uncomfortable silence before M'gann headed out of the room.

"Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. Goodnight, Robin."

Present time…

As she arrived in the kitchen, M'gann grabbed a box of cereal from the top of the fridge and poured herself a bowl. Shaking her head and smirking tiredly to herself, she couldn't help but think about how only Robin could turn a frostbite treatment into a therapy session. He was so different from the other two former Robins.

Dick had always been so free-spirited and optimistic, acting as if he had the whole world in front of him no matter what happened. He'd always wanted to take charge, to make sure that everything was kept in check. It always pained M'gann to think about how he'd started out trying to save everyone, whether it be from the danger that was put in front of them or the threats that lurked inside. He had a bigger heart than anyone she had ever known.

And Jason…she paused for a moment as he came to mind. He'd been brash, irresponsible, and never followed orders…but at the end of the day, he was a good soldier, a kind-hearted individual, never afraid to do what he knew was right, no matter the circumstances. He'd only been on the team for a short time, but during his stay, he'd somehow gotten everyone to fall in love with him. Sure he was, at times, pretty hard to handle, but it was his courage, his ability to be so willing and ready to take a bullet for someone he just met a few minutes ago, that's what made him special. And those things? All of those things about him are what led to…

M'gann scrunched her eyes shut, pushing the painful memories from her thoughts. She poured some milk in her bowl before snatching a spoon and pulling up a barstool. As she ate, she returned her focus to Robin.

The new Robin. Much unlike Dick and Jason, he was very quiet and shy, always unsure of his position and where he fit in. Sure, he'd only been on the team for about six months now, so of course he was going to be a little self-conscious, but he'd been taking the term "secret identity" to a whole new level. People had tried asking him about his life, his backstory, his interests even, but all he ever did was shrug and say, "Does it matter?"

M'gann could tell that even though he'd managed to befriend a few teammates here and there, he still felt incredibly uncomfortable around anyone who wasn't a member of the Bat family, always hanging around Dick and Barbara like a stray dog. That's what made this morning so out of the ordinary. The fact that he openly admitted to being concerned about Conner caught her off-guard. It opened her eyes a bit, helping her to see that Robin did indeed care a lot about his team members, he was just afraid to show it. Was that some sort of inner strength thing that Batman had taught him?

No. It couldn't have been because Dick, Jason, or Barbara had never exhibited the same behavior. This was all his own. Maybe he wanted to impress Nightwing and Batman, or…maybe he didn't want them to worry about him. He didn't want either of them thinking him weak because…maybe he thinks that it would scare them, that if he couldn't take care of himself, he'd end up like...

She sulked, thinking about how hard that the boy must try all the time to not disappoint Nightwing, to not let Batman down, to be almost…inhuman. It wasn't right, wasn't fair for a teenager, whom she guessed to be about fifteen, to be feeling this way. Finishing her cereal, she stood up and placed her dishes in the sink, thinking about how she was going to try and talk to Robin about this later. If he'd opened up to her last night, maybe she could get him to talk to her about what he was going through. It was worth a shot.

"Morning, Sis," came a sleep laden voice from behind her. She turned around, only to see a messy-haired Garfield walk into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?"

M'gann grinned, ruffling his hair. "Cereal," she teased, "but for you, I think I can make an exception." Walking over to the refrigerator, she questioned, "Usual?"

"Yes, please," Garfield said, nodding.

"Make that two."

M'gann stopped, spinning around only to be met with a pair of lips against hers. She let herself be kissed for a few moments before gently pushing away.

"Morning, Angelfish," La'gann cooed, keeping his arms draped around her waist.

"Good morning, La'gann," she returned, grinning at him. He really was a good guy, and a great boyfriend, but…why did she always feel so guilty with him?

"Sleep well?" He asked longingly.

M'gann looked over at Garfield for a moment, noticing his sudden discomfort. What was with him? "Fine," she replied, laying her head on his shoulder. "Just fine."