Vigilante Justice - A Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 17: A Few Revelations

In Conner's opinion, there were many advantages to being considered 'quiet'.

For starters, few people were brave enough to talk to him (and that—obviously—was a massive plus). Secondly, when the clone did actually speak, people listened.

Words coming from an unexpected source carried weight, and Conner's words were few and far between.

That being said, in this particular instance, not even his quiet demeanour would be enough to exempt him from the commissioner's glare.

"Well? Correct me if I'm wrong, but did I not say this little chat was of a personal nature?" There was a palpable tension in the room, thick enough to slice with a dull toothpick.

"Right, ma'am," Aqualad shot a hesitant look at the detective, who was sitting hunched on a nearby chair, and Conner suddenly understood his leader's apprehension.

Kaldur was worried the commissioner was going to do something rash, something rash that would likely affect Detective Grayson. Griffin didn't seem the type to physically or emotionally harm, but he supposed Grayson was in an especially vulnerable state.

Conner wasn't sure when certain members of their team had started worrying about the lippy, dark-haired man, but sometime in the last day and half...it'd happened.

Either way, he fixed his enhanced hearing on the detective's heart rate, listening to its rhythmic pounding carefully. It was a bit slow, likely due to his recent injury, but decidedly not scared or skittish.

Detective Grayson, despite his taut expression, did not actually fear the wrathful woman looming from behind her desk.

As with most things in the past twenty-four hours, Conner suspected, the detective was just being a dramatic git.

"We're going," The super-clone said, not waiting for the rest of them to respond before walking out the door. If Grayson wasn't in actual danger, he didn't see any issue in leaving.

He sensed so much as saw Kaldur pause behind him, as if torn, but the Atlantean soon followed, Kid Flash and Artemis right on his tail.

"Well," The speedster muttered as soon as the commissioner's door was closed, "Hopefully we didn't just doom him to getting torn apart by his boss. That would..." He trailed off.

"Suck." Artemis finished for him.

"Yeah, that."

Conner didn't like the way Aqualad was looking at him one bit.

"Do you think you could, perhaps—" The gilled man shifted when he found Superboy's stare on him. Another thing about being the quiet one; it was rather easy to scare people. "Never mind, friend."

"You want me to listen in and make sure the commissioner isn't currently dismantling Detective Grayson."

Kaldur looked marginally guilty but Wally, as per usual, had no shame.

"Oh, yeah!" The ginger rounded on Superboy, "Do you think you could do that?"

Conner snorted. Of course he could. What did they take him for, a child?

He technically was a child, being a clone and all, but they'd unanimously affected to ignore that. Otherwise his relationship with M'gann would be...illegal, to say the least.

Besides, he had the emotional, mental, and educational maturity of a man.

(At least, he was fairly certain he did).

Conner cleared his throat. Moving on.

"I'll take that vague grunt as a yes?"

Conner shot Wally a glare, one they all knew held no fire behind it, and closed his eyes.