Disclaimer: I do not own 'Young Justice'

Author's Note: For Blackmarionette

'Too Good to be True'

'F'

by Song Six

Practice was over, and he didn't want to shower today, he had no time. He reeked, and he knew it…or at least he hoped he did. Conner always had over reactive sweat glands, and he was proud of it. His dad did too. He could recall playing touch football at Thanksgiving every year with the family as a child. The most distinct memory he had of those times was of the salty vinegar scent his father gave off as people moved to the sides. Index fingers and thumbs squeezing the tips of their noses as they dodged the horrible odor that was his dad. Man did he stink! Back then, Conner used to fear reeking just as bad as his father would, but now he was happy just to smell like him at all.

At least, he'd like to think so.

Conner also liked to think not only did he smell like his dad but looked like him too – Jet black hair, a strong square chin, and a button nose. His grandma always described her son that way whenever she looked at old photographs hanging on the walls of their house. They were black and white photos framed delicately, and each had a bit of wear and tear. But that 'charming smile of Clark', as Ma would say, would still bring life to every photo. Just like her, he'd stand there and stare at him with a mirror in hand. Whether it was of him on the football team, or receiving an award for a fantastic article he wrote for the newspaper firm he worked at, Conner would stand and stare for long periods of time. Was his chin square enough? Should he get that little curl of hair dangling from his forehead? Was his smile just as charming?

His grandpa told him his father had the best hearing of anyone he knew. He could drop a fork in the kitchen eating breakfast, and here came young teenage Clark scampering down the steps from his room to check up on his daddy. Pa always said it was 'the darnest thing' how well he would hear. His dad used to swear he could hear the church bells every Sunday from the next town over to Smallville. Conner wondered if he had good hearing. He guessed he was pretty decent. He's not able to listen for Pa dropping his utensils all the time, or the ringing of Saint Anne's from far away. However, he could listen for the animals in the barn mooing, oinking, and clucking all the time…but that wasn't really the same thing.

The one thing he really wished he had was his father's eyes. What made him the home town hero was his athletic skills, but what separated him from most people were his eyes; His stunningly dark blue eyes that could see for miles and miles. You know that needle in the haystack game? Clark Kent, always the champion. Whenever Ma dropped her diamond earring on the floor, he'd find it. Whenever the pilot light went out at night and it's too dark for Pa to see, he'd light it up for him. Conner needed glasses, though he wore contacts most of the time. His dad had glasses, but he never actually needed them like Conner did. Plus, his eyes were a sky blue hue, not the same dark blue as his father. Oh how Conner wished he could see as clearly and vividly as his dad did, but he can't.

You could say Conner envied his father and all his perfection. You could say that.

"Conner! Wait up!" He was putting away his padded gear when he glanced over to see a red headed girl running towards him, Megan Morse: Cheerleader, always peppy, and president of his unofficial fan club…so Wally West, runningback and fellow captain, tells him. He didn't get what the kid meant by 'his fan club'. He didn't open any clubs, and he certainly wouldn't dedicate one to cooling systems.

"Did you just get out of practice too?" the girl questioned with a huge smile. Conner always got the feeling she and everyone else was pressuring him to ask her out, but he never really felt like doing it.

"Yeah," was all he responded less than enthusiastically. There was nothing wrong with her. In fact, she was smart, sweet, and talented…

"Really? Do you think you're busy right now or something?" She swayed on her toes back and forth looking to the ground blushing. She was arguably cute too. That boy Wally West is always going on about how 'hot' she was whenever she greeted them at games. Then again, he said that about every girl.

"Ma and Pa say I'm off the team if I fail math. I have to go to tutoring," he explained before shutting his locker closed. He wasn't lying, last night his grandparents did get very upset after seeing his midterm grades.

Her head snapped upright with disappointment across her face with big brown doe eyes. She was very cute, "well, maybe I can help you! That way you won't have to go to tutoring. Artemis says it's all led by the Mathletes." Her freckled face scrunched up into a sour expression.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion not really seeing the problem, "so?"

Megan giggled and rolled her eyes as if the answer was so obvious, "Conner, those guys are total nerds." She giggled again nervously when she met his eyes and didn't meet an understanding.

Conner still did not fully get the issue. Sometimes Megan or girls in general, made little to no sense. He couldn't get why the girl would want to teach him instead of people whose job it is to do so. She was in a lower level math class and hated the subject. She always expressed that whenever they had lunch together right after her geometry class. There would actually be a few times where he himself would help her since it was just shapes, simple equations, and basic trig. How in the world could she help him in his calculus class? Her thinking is not very logical.

But he didn't really want to ask or care to know why, "I have to go. I'm going to be late," he tells her swinging a bag of books and paper over one shoulder. Megan frowned at him sadly before mumbling a soft goodbye and walking off.

Pulling a crumpled piece of notebook paper from the pocket of his jeans, he searched out the number of the room the tutoring sessions were being held. The handwriting was messily scrawled and a bit hard to read, and since he forgot his glasses he had to hold the paper a few inches away from his face. Yep, he was definitely going to be late looking for the room. He went upstairs, across many hallways, into different buildings, and downstairs as well for a good half an hour. Conner was assigned a tutor that morning by a lady in the office. The guy was probably going to be mad that he was taking so long to get there. Since he was the star quarterback of the school they gave him the captain of the Mathletes to work with him: Richard Grayson. He knew the kid was the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, everyone did. Otherwise, he knew nothing else.

Finally, in the basement level classrooms he found the door with the number he was looking for. He grasped the knob, gave it a twist, and he was met with a short, young, pissed off looking kid. Strangely enough, the boy was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses inside? UV rays can't reach them downstairs can it? Maybe the fluorescent lights bother him?

Conner lost his train of thought as the boy tapped his foot furiously on the tiled floor, "Are you Richard Grayson?"

He stops tapping his foot, but he balls his hands into tighter fists shoved up in his armpits, "You're late." He states, before sniffing the air dramatically and getting an even more displeased expression, "you reek too."

His jaw dropped slightly in shock. He wasn't insulted, it was just no one ever told him that before. It was actually something he's always wanted to hear from someone – someone other than himself. Although, what really set him off guard was that the boy was willing to tell him something so bluntly. Usually a lot of people were scared of him for some reason. He never got why. All he's really ever wanted to do was make friends. Lots of people on the football team and the cheer squad talked to him. Why not the others? Didn't he look friendly enough?

He wasn't sure how to respond, so he just mumbled awkwardly, "thanks," before sitting down. Not without fumbling and clumsily trying to fit into the small chair. The school really needed to make chairs his size. He always knew he was pretty big and muscled for his age compared to everyone else, but although most people would find it pretty cool…it sucked.

Funnily enough, the kid didn't make any expressions, aside from being pissed, from his awkward movements. Normally people gave him funny looks or cocked a brow. The boy didn't flinch once. He pulled out the hardcover textbook and dropped it on the table. He inwardly groaned as he pulled out a notebook and a pencil dropping those on the table as well. Trying to pass calculus was not going to be fun.

"We won't be needing those." Conner looked over to the young boy who apparently disappeared and reappeared with two typewriters. Typewriters? If he didn't like writing, why not just use a computer than? He opened his mouth to ask when an even more curious question entered his mind. For some odd reason, one of those machines…

"Why does one of them have only seven keys?" Richard froze for a full second before chuckling at him as if he said something incredibly stupid.

He held a very smug look, and it was really starting to annoy Conner, "If you haven't noticed by now I guess I'm doing a pretty good job of covering it up."

"Covering what up?" he demanded to know starting to feel offended. Richard crossed his arms leaning back on a desk. Carefully and slowly he took off his sunglasses revealing a pair of stunningly dark blue eyes. Conner was amazed by the color. It was a blue he hadn't seen in a long time since he's seen his dad's eyes. However, there was something strange about them though, like something was off. He was looking right at him it seemed, but in actuality...

"I'm blind." ...he wasn't.

Author's Note: Alright, so I've been pretty busy but I will for sure keep updating this. Please do not ask me about 'Super Problematic' because I shall answer your question right now. No, I do not plan on updating that quite yet. Not for awhile I'm sorry. However, thankyou for reading my first SuperboyxRobin fic and please review and let me know what you think so far. I know I have three other unfinished stories, but those are all KfxRob fics, I wanted to try something new and fulfill Blackmarionette's request!