This will be a short three shot

After the team had been created, Superboy moved into the mountain.

On Superboy's first Wednesday in the mountain, Robin showed up with a kite and handful of crazy straws.

"I'm not allowed certain freedoms living in Gotham. Come fly a kite with me SB."

Superboy had nothing better to do.

Robin explained that he did a lot of aerial work at the top of Gotham. Kites were a good way to learn how air currents flowed, where up drafts could be found and to generally get a feel for wind.

Superboy took a few turns with the kite. He imagined himself flying and wondered if it was a skill he'd develop later.

"What are the defective straws for?" asked Superboy giving the oddly bent and looped straws a strange look.

"I just like them. They're fun. If you drink something carbonated with them you can watch the bubbles. Here, have an orange fizzy."

Superboy tried his first ever orange soda with a crazy straw. He looked a little alarmed then he burped loudly. Robin cackled with delight.

Weekends were for training, so were Tuesdays and Thursdays but Robin mostly only came on weekends unless there was a midweek mission. Wally explained that Robin had a lot of prior commitments. He was permitted to join the team only if his other duties were taken care of. He trained with Batman for several hours everyday. He was expected to meet certain minimum number of public relations community service hours. He was very involved in his school and was expected to maintain straight A's. He also has obligations with his family. "We usually hang out after training on the weekends. We text and sometimes we online game. He's probably the busiest guy I know," explained Wally.

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The next Wednesday, Robin took Superboy to help at the animal shelter. Superboy assumed it would count towards Robin's public relations community service hours. They cleaned a few cages but spent most of their time playing with abandoned cats and dogs.

"If they don't learn how to be friendly they don't stand much of a chance of getting adopted," explained Robin.

Superboy sat very still trying extra hard to be gentle while he pet homeless animals. One puppy was trying to use his hand as a chew toy. It didn't hurt but Superboy wasn't sure what to do. Robin corrected the small pup with an appropriate amount of force. He smiled up at Superboy.

"He's got to know not to bite. Team work huh SB?"

They had to made a quick Zeta to Japan where they delivered a league sensitive package then stopped in an open air market to watch a professional noodle maker stretching out noodles. Tokyo City was one of those Cities that never slept. They had fresh Udon noodles for dinner or breakfast if you converted to Tokyo time.

It was a very activity packed two and a half hours thought Superboy as he watched Robin hurry home. He had to be home before 7 pm Gotham time. The noodle maker had asked Superboy if he and his younger brother wanted tea with their noodles. Cadmus had programmed him to understand Japanese but Superboy had never yet spoken it. He'd stared at the older gentleman and Robin had cheerfully piped in and answered for him that yes they would have tea.

"He's not my brother," Superboy had protested awkwardly in English a few moments later. Having a language programmed into his brain and actually speaking it seemed disconnected.

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Slowly Superboy began to think of Wednesday as Robin day. Every Wednesday there was a new activity and a new food, then Robin would have to scramble home to make his 7 pm deadline. Sometimes they went in uniform like when they went to read to sick kids at the hospital. The kids loved Robin. He was so animated and he did silly voices and made crazy faces. Superboy preferred sitting quietly in a corner and reading to one or two children at a time. He could picture Superman reading to children.

Dinner was at the hospital salad bar. Robin insisted on making these crazy works of art out of assorted vegetables. Superboy begrudgingly built a carrot and celery log cabin. "This is stupid."

"SB everyone absolutely has to play with their food from time to time," answered Robin with a grin.

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Superboy knew how protective Batman was of Robin. He figured the least he could do to repay Batman for the creation of the team, a place to live, food, training and a purpose that allowed for personal freedom was to escort Robin on his Wednesday adventures. He only sometimes remembered that Robin wasn't just a grinning kid in sunglasses. Robin on missions was a different person, at least, Superboy hadn't figured out how to connect the two.

One week it was a skateboard park and sushi. Superboy, now Conner did not care for the sushi. Robin shrugged and explained that sometimes you've just got to experiment.

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Next it was the library for a library card followed by burritos. Wally and the rest of the team invited themselves along for the burritos. Superboy frowned a little when Robin ended up paying for everyone and no one even said thank you. It didn't really occur to him that Kaldur, M'gann and he had little to no money as they were minors in a foreign society. He didn't know that Artemis couldn't afford to splurge on take out and Wally would spend his entire allowance in a meal to keep himself from starving. He just knew that Robin didn't usually carry much cash and they didn't usually spend much money on their Wednesday outings. Robin had paid with a debit card. Was he spending his college savings wondered Conner.

They hadn't taken Robin to the library, he had, thought Conner. Conner hadn't noticed that Robin had flipped through a few books but not gotten any books for himself, nor had he gotten himself a library card. Happy Harbour "residents" were eligible for library cards. "Thanks for dinner Robin," spoke Conner sounding rather angry.

Robin just grinned and raced off. Everyone else was still eating but Robin had to be home for 7 pm.

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Next week was a drumming circle with Red Arrow on a Navajo reservation. They shared traditional native foods. Robin brought a rabbit dish that he said his grandfather helped him make. Roy brought fried bread. One of the elders complemented Conner that his grandfather and little brother made an excellent rabbit stew. Conner shifted uncomfortably and complimented a random corn dish. Robin didn't make it home for 7 pm. Batman was waiting for him at the mountain. He looked annoyed. Roy just mock saluted Batman and blew him off. Superboy could hear Batman explaining that these excursions were a privileged that could be revoked and that for his tardiness he could write a ten page essay on Navajo traditions.

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The next Wednesday they stayed at the mountain. They made playdough for the children at one of the Women's Shelters in Gotham. M'gann helped. Conner was brushing glitter off of himself for days.

"Come on Conner you haven't lived until you've made something with glitter!" teased Robin with a cackle.

M'gann was delighted with the odd craft material and they all experimented with it for a little while.

"You're involved in a lot of children's charities," Conner observed.

Robin nodded. "Batman's got the scare the bad guys side of the hero game covered but Gotham needs a little compassion too. When you're dealing not just with bad guys but also with victims sometimes it helps to have a, a, ... a not Batman along." A grin followed his explanation.

They had breakfast for dinner; omelettes. Conner, M'gann and Robin each cooked their own completely personalized omelette. M'gann didn't burn hers either.

Next week they set up a tire swing over a nearby river. They cooked bannock and sausages over an open fire for dinner.