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Fondness. That's the word Barbara Gordon used to explain the troubling occurrences. At least, it was what she told her friends. First, her throat would go dry. Then, her heart would beat just a little bit faster than normal. Next, her face would get a little warmer. Finally, despite her best efforts, a broad grin would curve her lips upward. All of it was due to Richard Grayson entering the room. She told herself repeatedly it was because she was fond of the thirteen year old. "Who wouldn't be," she mentally told herself, nibbling on the cap on the end of her favorite blue pen and scrutinizing Richard's relaxed posture over the top of her A

With a loud groan, Superboy pulled himself up and over the high ridge. Happy Harbor was spread out below him, while far above he could see several dark clouds massing. A storm was approaching. Superboy decided that he didn't care. He was just happy to have climbed all the way up here on his own without using any superpowers. Sure, he could have easily leapt the height of Mount Justice in two or three bounds, but he had wanted to do it this way. The experience had been just as accelerating as Robin said it would be. He would have to thank the kid later, maybe finally agree to play one of those TV games with him. Sitting with his legs danglin