Connor didn't wait for Batman to put the green disturbance back in his utility belt. He mustered up as much strength as he could and leapt across the room with me in hand. He ran straight for the teleporter to get as far away from the weakening agent as possible. He picked me up bridal style and ran through the teleporter to God knows where. I just hope Batman doesn't get even angrier, because even I don't know what the bat is capable of when he gets downright furious. And Superboy just did the one thing that gets Batman that way. He just took his son.
Gotham - Robins POV
When I look at our surroundings I realize that we arrived at the Batcave of all places. I guess because Connor didn't put any coordinates in the teleporter, we just went to the last place that someone teleported from. I looked over Connors shoulders and waited for my mentor to follow in our footsteps, but as Connor was running toward the exit, the teleporter stayed stagnant and dark. I was just a little confused as to why my father wouldn't try to chase after us but I quickly dismissed the thought as Connor and I ran into Alfred. He was heading down to the cave to clean the armory and wash the Batmobile for Batman, when he saw me being carried bridal style by the Boy of Steel. Shock was evident on his face, and he tried to think of something to say, because it was evident that I wasn't injured, yet the way Connor was holding me inclined that something was going on.
Alfred quickly found his composure and stood at attention. "Good evening Master Richard. Is there anything I can do for you."
I looked at Alfred, the man that was like a Grandfather to me, and realized what the situation looked like. I instantly turning a dark shade of red. "O, no Alfred, nothing right now." But the last words were never heard as Superboy ran right past Alfred and out of the mansion. I can only imagine what that old uptight butler was thinking, what with his British background and Grandfatherly views toward me.
Superboy was carrying me through Gotham to God knows where. I doubt the Boy of Steel even knew what he was planning on doing with me when he got me alone. I know I should get back to Mount Justice and it would be a piece of cake to get out of Superboy's arms and hide, but it would probably be best to let him cool off for a little while before I try anything like that. If I ran away from him right now, he could do any number of things to not only my friends, but to innocent civilians. I don't think Connor can distinguish friend from enemy right now, let alone someone that is completely neutral to the situation.
I quietly let Connor carry me throughout the city, as he makes huge leaps that span at least half a mile at a time. I tried to keep track of where we were but the path he was taking changed in direction so many times that I just couldn't keep anything straight. I doubt that I could even tell you which way was North at the moment. Connor finally slows down to a quick walk through a slightly abandoned part of town, if we are even still in Gotham. The speed at which he was moving certainly could have meant a slight shift in location without me really realizing it. It kind of looks like Gotham but that doesn't really mean anything due to the fact that almost all of Gotham looks like a run down part of a ghetto.
I look from the various empty building and littered Earth to Superboys face. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere I can keep you safe." He answers while pulling me closer to his chest.
I look away and give him a minute to lighten his grip on me before I look back at him. "Supes, you know Batman is furious. If we don't head back soon, we are gonna be in a heap of trouble."
Connor stops and looks down at me hurt and anger in his eyes. "No!" he growls "I need you to be safe, but being around them just puts you in danger. I can't take the risk of losing you."
"Connor...Why do you even care?"
"I care for you. Isn't that enough of a reason to keep you safe?" With that he pulls me closer and continues to walk forward.
We continued on in silence for another few minutes. His comment had just really been unsettling. I mean I knew we were becoming better friends but he's just so hard to talk to, and lately he has been even more antisocial than he normally is. He was just barely starting to talk to me more. Okay, yeah so I am like the only one on the team he feels comfortable with when asking about life and how to handle everyday situations. I guess that makes me a little more important to him than lets say Wally, who just mocks him for his lack of social practice. I don't know, I think I am just surprised that Superboy is capable of feeling so strongly about someone, let alone that someone being me. I honestly didn't think that I made that much of an impact on Connor's life.
Connor apparently found a building that met his requirements for his personal desire to keep me safe. He stood there staring at it for a moment. I am assuming he was using his X-ray visionto see if anyone else was occupying the decrepit old building. After reassuring himself that the building was safe he carried me to the back entrance and kicked the door down. He carried me into the building and up the stairs to a room that contained nothing but an old love seat and a coffee table. It was at this point that Connor walked over to the couch and sat down with me still in his arms.
I decided that it he had enough time to cool down and started to pull away from the clone. "Connor I can sit by myself."
Superboy reluctantly let me go but kept me right next to him. "If you won't let me hold you, you are going to have to sit next to me."
The look in his eyes said don't push your luck so I sat thigh to thigh with him which seemed to please him ever so slightly. "So what are we going to do?"
Connor looked at me with what I am assuming is adoration and contention. "We are going to stay the night here, and tomorrow we will look for more suitable, accommodations. A more permanent residence, one that I can keep you safe in."
I was utterly shocked. "Permanent residence? You mean you want me to... live with you... forever?"
Superboy actually chuckles at my response. "Of course I do, how else will I keep you from harm?"
I put this conversation on the backburner for a moment to address the question that's been burning in my mind since the very beginning. "Connor, Why do you feel the need to protect me?"
His face gets very serious and he looks away for a moment and then looks at me with uncertainty in his eyes. "I don't completely know. I know that I care about you and when you hurt, I hurt. But it's not even just that, It's that I feel that I have to. I literally have to make sure you are safe. It's like I have no will when it comes to this simple little thing. I have no control over myself. I am forced to make sure that your needs are met before my own. I don't understand why, but I am not questioning it." He finishes his response and tries to hold me closer to him again.
I let him pull me closer, too shocked to really register what he said or the fact that his arm was wrapping itself around my shoulder. I hadn't realized it was getting so late and with the night came the cold. With the cold trying to crawl toward me, I gladly cuddled deeper into Connors grasp, gladly taking in the Kryptonians body temperature. He was like my own personal furnace(totally not trying to copy Twilight but it happened so deal) and I was glad to have his company. I looked up at Superboy to see his face lit with pure glee at having me willingly cuddle close to him. I was still very confused at what he told me and wasn't really sure I wanted to be near him, but his warmth overrode any fears I had for his mental stability. I rested my head against his muscled chest and slowly but surely fell asleep in the warm embrace of a Kryptonian.
Superboy POV
I can't believe he is actually sleeping on me, and willingly. I thought he wouldn't want to be near me for months with how I was treating him. I mean I knew it would make him uncomfortable but I just couldn't help it. He had to be protected. I still don't really understand what is going on. At times I want nothing but to hold him close to me, but at other times I want to get as far away from him as possible, but everytime I try to distance myself from him I only hold on to him tighter. I am not in control of myself when I am near him, and that frightens me to no end. I mean just the thought of Wally and how he was being hostile toward Robin made me want to rip his throat out. Yeah, I can be an angry person, but never so angry as to want to murder someone, but for some reason Robin is turning me into someone else. I hope I can still retain my humanity, but I might require the help of the Boy Wonder sleeping so sweetly in my lap.
