AN: It's been a year since I've posted anything and I'm amazed that I still occasionally get favorites, follows, and reviews. The reason I stopped righting, because I feel like you all deserve to know, is that I honestly lost interest in the series. It had a few good moments but for the most part it kinda failed my expectations so I wasn't motivated to write anything. But I should at least finish writing this fic right? So don't expect any parallels to where the show is now because I have no idea what's going on. This is all my head cannon based on the first couple of episodes from this point on. I'll also probably only do one letter at a time from this point on.

N is for No

"Conner…this just isn't working." Robin said as he collapsed onto the sofa. They were fighting again, over some sort of misunderstanding that could easily be cleared up if Conner would just use his words. But he didn't. He just stood there silently, jaw set in a stubborn line as he glared at the ground like it was the one to blame for this. And maybe it was. Maybe it was the floor's fault for his inability to translate his feelings and thoughts into words. Maybe, but unlikely.

Robin watched Superboy for a moment, waiting for him to do or say something. But he knew that no matter how long he waited, he would never get an answer. Just this tense silence that he was tired of brushing away with a laugh and a 'it's gonna be okay'.

"…maybe we should end it…" He suggested quietly, knowing that there was no way Conner didn't hear him. The tense lines in the other's body became harder, but there was still no reply. So Robin stood up and forced himself to go for the door and be the one to walk out on this relationship.

"No."

Robin paused.

"What?"

"I said no."

Suddenly Conner was behind him, grabbing onto his wrist like a drowning man to a life preserver.

"Conner-"

"No. No. No." He was desperately stalling for time, trying to organize his emotions into something other than a two letter word.

"I'm…We...We're superheroes. We're supposed to fight for what's good. And this, us. We're good. I know we can be good. I-I want to fight for it but I can't. I don't know how."

He was struggling once more, trying to get his lover to understand. The villains in their relationship weren't physical beings that he could hit or beat up with physical force. They were insecurities and things left unsaid, abstract things that Conner could never understand.

But Robin did. Robin always understood in the end.

"I can show you, but its not going to be easy. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."