Rating: T but will become NC17
Fandom: Batman Beyond.
Pairing: Terry McGinnis/Willie Watts. (Slash)
Summary: This AU fic. Takes place right after rebirth. Little Willie Watts is getting pounded on by some jokers and Terry comes to his rescue but Willie doesn't know that Terry rescued him. A grateful kiss ignites Terry's teenage hormones and leaves William aching for someone to fill the stranger the place of his charming stranger.

Disclaimer; I don't own the characters unfortunately, Just the plot. No infringement intended.

By Bellum cruor

Hamilton Hills High.

"That's right, go on and cry, you little fag," the joker sneered, his thick fingers curling into a fist as another still held the current object of their contempt. The jokers had ignored pretty much everything the smaller boy said while they used him as their personal punching bag, the truth was they hadn't understood at least half of his pleas for mercy, but they weren't about to admit that.

Willie squeezed his eyes shut as the fist in question appeared two feet in front of his nose; he'd given up on his fervent prayer for a quick death ten minutes ago, when the thick-necked and even thicker-skulled clown used his head to put a dent in one of the lockers behind him.

He could already feel the swelling and every time one of them took another swing at him, his head hit the locker in exactly the same place, no doubt insuring that he'd have brain damage before the thugs got bored and moved on to their next victim.

Head banging into the locker for what felt like the thousandth time made Willie began to seriously consider how he'd ended up in this mess. He picked himself up off the ground as soon as the world had mostly stopped spinning, just to be knocked back down again.

"Hey! Lay off him clowns!" A new voice, Willie looked up through his swollen eyelids, trying to get a glimpse of the person that offered him a moment's respite. The poundings and the constant insults had stopped, for now.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Even though Willie could hardly see he could still tell the thugs apart, after listening to them insult him for the better part of half an hour. The one that spoke had to be the big one called Tiny, who dressed funny. His clothing was like two sizes two small and he had a binkie on top of his head.

"It looks like we have a want ta be hero, Tiny." That was a female voice, one of the twin girls. Jade or Gem.

"Yep, our very own Indiana Jones, Jade." Another female voice.

Willie tried to open his eyes so that he could see more then just shadows, he was sure that it was Gem that maid the classical movie comment. Which caught him off guard, Gem wasn't known for her aptitude for listening in class in fact Willie was sure she slept through most of them. If Ms. Hutch the classical theater teacher was to hear this, she would die of shock. At the moment that was the least of Willies problems.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

Whoever this guy is he's cockeye. Not to mention very brave and very stupid. Willie knew if the roles were reversed he wouldn't have half the courage this guy has. To bad he can't see. It would have been nice to know who this guy was. Willie mentally kicked himself, for his thought process speaking in bad grammar. Cause was, is past tense; though it really won't matter in a bout five minutes when the guys pounded to a pulp.

"Hey Jade, Gem. I think the hero wants to play. You think we're afraid of you hero?" Willie could just picture the smirk on Tinys face as he heard fist slam against palm. If he moved fast he could split before the clowns even remembered he was there. He palmed around on the floor for his glasses. He wouldn't get very far without being able to see. Not that he could see much of anything at the moment, with his eyes swelling shut.

"I don't know, are you?" Yep this guy is brave and stupid, thank God for the stupid. Willie let out a sigh of relief as his thin fingers grazed over the slender wire frames. At least now he won't have to explain to his father why he needs new glasses, and he could just picture how that conversation would turn out, not that explaining to his father why he's all banged up would be any easier.

Willie stuffed the frames in his shirt pocket and crawled away. He could hear the scuffing of what he assumed was some serious fighting. He also heard Jade screeming. "Hay, No one gave you permission to run away!"

"Jade, he's not worth it."

"Gem's right, fag boys' not worth it, but ya know, Hero here is."

That was the last thing Willie heard before making his escape. He hoped that the other guy was as tough as he sounded, because three against one are pretty crappy odds. If he was a braver person he would have hung around and thanked the guy. Be it what ever outcome, but in all truth he was scared shitless, and in Willies opinion, the pounding he already took was enough for one lifetime.

It's not as if I would have been much help anyway.

Willie staggered along the streets thinking to himself and trying to get his bearings. I'd hate to be a real blind person. He thought. I'd be terrible at it.

It hadn't been long nor did Willie get very far before he heard a voice.

"Hey, Willie… Wait up." The words were spoken between long huffs of breath. At first Willie thought that it was the clowns coming to show him there motto of a refresher course in boxing 1O1, and Willie always got to be the bag.

Willie jumped when strong fingers curled around his shoulder. His body quickly tensed up preparing for the blow that he was sure to come. "It's ok. I'm not here to hurt you."

Willie sighed and allowed the bottled up tension too ease out of him. "Oh, I umm thought you where a clown."

"Ouch, that hurts."

There was humor in the guys voice. His words were deadpanned, not even missing a beat. This made Willie laugh, his cheeks rising to a rare smile, shutting out what little visibility he had left.

Willie stumbled and once again found the strong touch of a stranger manipulating him into place.

"Here, sit down for a bit." Willie was ushered over to a grassy area, the guy's hands were careful not to touch any of his injuries.

Willie eased his way into a comfortable position. Moaning only slightly when his ribs protested its location.

They sat in silence for a moment and then at the same time they asked.

"Are you ok?"

Terry just chuckled. "Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

"Yeah well, I did kind of leave you all alone back there and it was three against one. I'm sorry about that, leaving you and all. I'm just not a good fighter; I'm not really any kind of fighter to tell the truth."

"You know Watts you're really something. You're the one who gets pounded and you're asking me if I'm ok."

"I can't really see if you got hurt or not so I thought I'd cover my bases."

Willie moaned again. His shirt was ripped and hanging in tatters off his body. He shivered a little and with each shiver came a slight moan. Terry could see the bruises on Willie's thin body. It made him think he let the clowns off easy, next time I'll break a bone he thought, then maybe they'll think twice about picking on someone.

"Put this on." Willie could feel a sweatshirt being handed to him. He tried to hide the pain as he pulled the shirt over his head. It was then that Terry saw the real damage the clowns inflicted on Willie.

"I should get you to a hospital."

"No! No hospitals."

"You're pretty banged up and you need someone to look at you."

"I'm fine really; all I need is a little rest."

"I'd rather hear that from a doctor, so get up or I'll drag you up."

"Ok, Ok. I'll go to the hospital but only if I can sit here for a little longer."

Terry didn't fail to catch the look on Willies face when he mentioned the hospital, but he knew better then to ask. So a change of subject was at hand.

"So how did you come to be the target of the clowns attention tonight?" smooth move McGinnis, real smooth. Go from one bad subject to the next.

"I was out on a date and the clowns saw me kissing and then on my way home they sorta beat me up."

"For kissing?"

"Yeah, well I was… umm. You're not a… Cause, umm. The kiss was with me and another guy."

Willies gay?

"It was supposed to be the perfect night, but every thing just got ruined. First I get dumped and I don't know what for, then the clown squad catches me kissing the boy who dumped me. Worst one of the clowns goes to my school, so everyone will know by Monday, and now I have to go to the hospital. This day can't get any worst."

Willies gay… "You're gay?"

"Yeah, I thought we got past that part."

Terry listened to Willie rant for about an hour. There was a lot on the guys' chest that needed to get out. He didn't mind listening really; Willie had a way of putting a humorist spin on things. Most of the time was just spent talking and laughing. Terry had almost forgotten what it was like to hang out and have fun, but it was getting late and Terry didn't feel right letting Willie walk home alone. Besides he still needed to be seen by a doctor and something told Terry that Willie wouldn't go to the hospital alone.

"We should get you checked out." Terry helped Willie on to his feet and led the way to the hospital. There was a strange feeling that had grown between them, somewhere through the course of the night. This what ever it was started to feel like…something. Terry didn't know why, but he liked it. It was a good feeling.

.n..

Willie clamed up when he entered the waiting room.

"Hay Willie what's with you and hospitals anyway."

"Nothing, what makes you think there's something with me and hospitals."

"Well you jump every time the nurse comes to the door and calls out a name."

"I do?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"It's… It's embarrassing."

"Go on I won't tell anyone."

Willie hesitated for about a minute before he even uttered a word. "I'm an only child, did you know that. It's just me and my dad. My mom died when I was young. She was four and a half months pregnant and there were complications. The baby died a few days after my mom did. The last time I saw my mom alive was right before the nurse called her name. The torment kind of stuck with me I guess."

"It's ok, I know how that goes."

"Really… something like that happen to you?"

"Well not like that, but I did lose my dad not to long ago, he was murdered."

"Oh, what a drag."

"William, William Watts." A thin woman called his name; she smiled at him kindly as he approached. "You're in room five sweetie." Terry was walking not too far behind when the woman stopped him. "Sorry family only, but you could wait out here if you'd like."

Willie had stopped at the door; he swallowed down the lump in his throat. Just one step after another. He whispered a mantra to himself "I can do this, I can do this." The nurse must have over heard him, or saw the anxiety build up in him.

"He doesn't like hospitals much does he?"

Terry looked at the woman's gentile expression. "He had some bad experiences with them."

"Oh, I see. Well I guess its ok for you to go with him." She turned to look at Willie before saying, "That is if it'll make you feel better."

Terry just stared at the woman.

"Well, go on."

Terry and Willie sat in the room waiting for the doctor to come. Willie knew he was asking too many questions, he always asked questions when he was uncomfortable.

"So how did you learn to fight so well?"

"I've had some training."

"Like?"

"I know Wrestling, Kung Fu, Aikido, Jeet Kune Do, Tai Chi, Grappling, and Ninjitsu."

"Wow, that's a lot of stuff, how long have you been studying."

The doctor had walked in and gave Willie the once over and did a few test after twenty minutes or so he returned with some news.

"Well Mr. Watts your symptoms and test show that you have a few cracked ribs, some bad scraps and a mild concussion. I'll give this to you for now but have your dad pick up these proscriptions for you, ok. That's all your free to go."

"Would you like me to take you home?"

"Nah, but thanks, besides I'm sure you have better things to do." Willie stumbled over a few bags and the occasional person wile trying to make his graceful exit.

Terry chuckled when Willie bumped into a rather large man. His hand was on the guy's chest just where a woman's breast would be. Willie jumped back and said "oh, sorry Miss." The man was not pleased with this and if it hadn't been for Terry's quick apology, Willie might have found himself being pounded on for the second time tonight.

"I think you should rethink me walking you home. Where do you live?" Terry slung his arm over Willies shoulders and led him out of the hospital.

Willie and Terry resumed there conversation about fighting and where Terry learned all his styles from. Willie was surprised when he learned the guy who had walked him home was a wrestler at his school.

It wasn't long before Terry was standing in front of Willies building, looking up.

"Hay Mr. Watts." the door man greeted them with a smile.

"You live here?"

"Yep, my dad's a well known contractor."

They walked passed the door man and rode the elevator up to the penthouse.

Willie fished around in his pockets for the keys, when he finally found them he struggled to find the right key, and then he would have the task of putting it in the key hole.

"I had fun tonight…William."

"Yeah, me to, you know after the getting beat up part."

"Here let me get that for you. Why do you have keys anyway? A key card is much more efficient."

"I like the old fashioned stuff I guess."

Terry eased the keys out of his hands. It was a strange moment, it kind of felt like that second you get right before the end of a date, where time slows down and every thing smells nice. A split second that should have happened between him and Franklin. Willie couldn't stop thinking about kissing him. Should I go in for a kiss, no…? Yes…

Not long after Terry began to fuss with the door.

"Eureka, you know with all these keys, if a mugger was coming for you, you'd never make it in the house on time."

"I'll keep that in mind." He doesn't like you.

Willie was half way in the door when he heard his name.

"Hey William, your keys."

You don't even know if he's gay. Willie looked up, he hadn't heard what he said, his face had a clueless expression on it when he said "What?" before Willies thought process could go any farther he felt lips pressed against his, two strong arms holding him up while a warm tongue massaged the back of his throat.

"Good night William."

"Good night, umm." Damn I never got his name.

.n..

Terry lay in his bed going over the events that happened the night before. He kissed Willie Watts. Full on tongue to throat action. What are you doing McGinnis, you're not gay, you have a girlfriend and she'll be heart broken if she finds out, but the kiss was nice. Who new little Willie Watts was that good of a kisser.

Terry couldn't sleep he just tossed and turned until he finally got sick of it all. He pulled out the bat-suit and tugged it on. Maybe a spin around town is all I need.

It wasn't long before Terry was speeding through the streets on the bat-mobile. He needed something to clear his head.

He soared between sky-scrapers, restless and troubled. He needed to sort out his thoughts…to find out why he kissed Willie Watts of all people. It was no use though, he couldn't figure anything out. In-fact he was worse off than when he started. He needed help but there was no one he could turn to. His mother wouldn't understand and Dana would probably dump him on the spot. If he told anyone at school he would be screwed for eternity.

I know where to go…..but will he understand?

"Wayne…I'm coming in."

"What's going on McGinnis, the suit is reading elevated stress levels."

"I'll let you know when I get there old man."

Not moments later, Terry was safely landing the bat-mobile in its reserved place within the cave. His mind was full of foreboding at the thought of a heart-to-heart with the old man. This was his only option; he didn't have anywhere else to turn. In-fact Wayne was the only person he trusted at this point in time. Man, I'm screwed.

"Terry, are you finally going to tell me what's going on with you?"

"I don't know Bruce…I'm confused about something and I needed some help…and you're the only person I can talk to right about now."

Terry absentmindedly patted Ace. He played with the scruff at the back of his neck, waiting for what seemed like an eternity, just letting the tension build. It's now or never. He looked over at Bruce who sat very patiently across from him. Like a statue, not a hint of movement. Terry finally realized he should be talking to Wayne when he noticed he was petting the couch instead of the black mastiff.

"This must be very hard for you Terry, we don't often have these talks and you're even quieter than I am."

"Miracle isn't it. Hell, I don't know what to say Wayne…this has been eating at me for hours. I'm so confused."

"Well, if you don't tell me then I can't help you." He sat there quietly; scratching the back of Ace's ear.

"It all started earlier yesterday when I decided to be an out of costume hero…."

.n..

Time passes as an eternity as Terry tells Bruce about his time with Willie, and more importantly how they left one another.

"I don't know what to do. I mean I'm not gay and I'm happy with Dana. Kissing Willie though, it felt right."

"So what exactly do you want from me?"

Even Ace looked up in confusion at his master.

"I need your help."

"So you want me to make the choice for you?"

"What choice is there to make, I told you I'm not gay."

"Then why are you here? Why do you need advice if you're so sure about everything?"

"That's the problem, I'm not sure of anything right now."

"I think I know what your going through McGinnis...I think even Wonder Woman went through something like this when she came to the Justice League."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you ever heard of Themsricya?"

He simply stared at Bruce…

"That's where Wonder Woman came from. It was an entire island full of Amazons. Tall, beautiful and powerful women...not a man in sight. She always had a thing against men and was definitely friendlier with the fairer sex." He sat there chuckling…almost a giggle. "Then there was the Green Arrow and Green Lantern. Of course they would never admit it but I had a feeling about them? I could never forget the Flash either.

"How could you be sure about those two? And the Flash? I saw history movies on him…he was the most hetero being alive."

"Well for the first scenario, I am the world's greatest detective."

"Flash?"

"Oh, that was obvious. Who wouldn't believe the straightest man alive could really be in the closet?"

"What are you getting at old man?"

"What I'm trying to tell you is that maybe you're just over thinking this. Handle this how I trained you."

"So you want me to beat him up and leave him at the commissioner's office?"

"No you dim wit. I want you to use your gut, you're instincts. Besides I think he is a little to frail for a beating." Maybe a pounding though.

"What's so funny now?"

"Nothing, just remembering the Flash. Look McGinnis, no matter what I want this solved. I don't need any of this interfering with your work."

"Sure thing old man, I'll try my best after I stick my head in the oven."

"Don't forget to turn it on this time."

Walking off Terry thought carefully about what he heard. Wayne fought along side what he assumed were gay super-heroes. He didn't think badly of them though, in-fact he seemed very fond of them. Terry couldn't help but get a wicked thought in his head. What if the old man had his fun back in his youth...kinda creepy actually?

Better stop before I give myself nightmares about the old man. Ugh.

A few hours and one sick ride later, Terry lay down to rest for tomorrow. He had a lot to think about and at the center of it all was Willie Watts.

I can't believe he is such a good kisser…but what am I gonna do?

.n..

Willie couldn't sleep. He hadn't actually tried to, so he set about to distract himself, wanting above all else to go out, But he decided that His dad would have a heart attack if he came home to see Willie gone. So what was he going to do, He wandered into the den, looking around for something to do when his Mom's old CD collection caught his eye. He shook his head. He bent down beside the rows of CD's and trailed along them with his finger, reading the titles to himself.

Willie hated insomnia. He really did. It had been a while since he had suffered this bad. The last time it was this awful was after his mother's memorial service. He had been unable to sleep at night for two weeks, instead napping during study hall and on the couch before dinner, only to awake crying. "Why my mom… Why?"

He squinted as his mind tried to recall one of the hazy images. It was a rare occasion to see his dad cry, Come to think of it that was the only time he could recall ever seeing his dad cry.

Willie snarled in the dark as he mentally contemplated that it was worse having insomnia since the kiss he shared with the kind stranger.Which was really irritating since he neither had a name nor a face to put to his mystery man?

God, he hated insomnia.

But tonight, given everything that had happened, it seemed unfair for Willie to have to be burdened with something like insomnia. First being dumped by Franklin Richards, in the worst way possible. The guy was so nice and broke it off so gently that it was hard for Willie to really be mad at him. This really pissed him off. In his opinion if you're going to break someone's heart then they should at least get to be mad at you about it, and then getting beat up after being broken up with was the icing on the cake. At least he could be mad at Franklin for that but then there was his mystery man and had it not been for Franklin he would have never met him.

Now Willies mind was back to conjuring up images of what the stranger looked like and what it would be like if they… Oh no! Not again! Whoa Nelly! Whoa! These were the thoughts he had been trying to steer clear off, this was the bad place, and this was the lure of the dark that turned his thoughts into blissful torture, "I need a cold shower." still torture non the less.

Ugh. I hate insomnia. "I need to stop thinking about this," Willie blurted out before wheeling around, afraid he had once again blurted something out without thinking and that his dad had heard him. This was absurd, since his dad was not home. Except that Willie's dad had a way of turning up at the worst possible time. Willie couldn't even count the number of times he'd been talking out loud to himself only to turn around and discover his dad there.

Willie dropped his bag in the den, grabbed a towel and went strait for his dad's master bathroom, the one with the Jacuzzi. He peeled off his clothing, and then sighed when he saw all the bruises. Well at least some of the swelling has gone down. He opted to forgo the cold shower and steam his pains away.

.n..

Mr. Watts padded into the den, stubbing his toe on Willies book bag as he entered.

"Son of a bitc…" Willie Dad cried out before trying to swallow in the rest of the curse. He held his breath for a long moment, waiting for the pain to subside, and just before he was sure he was turning bluehe released a mouthful of air and stood quietly for another long moment.

"Will, are you home? I've got dinner."

Mr. Watts moved the bag out of his way with his foot and placed the cartons of Chinese food on the table. He sighed heavily in disgust, as he inhaled to yell again.

"William Watts where in the hell are you?"

Willie was a million miles away, well mentally at least; the jets of the Jacuzzi were slowly setting him adrift in a lucid dream like stat. He shut his eyelids welcoming the utter darkness and still through some marvel of science he managed to perceive a few traces of light.

He played with them a little; eyes tracing them in the darkness of his mind, before finally losing himself in thought. His body was wet and tingly as he bubbles from the bubble bath finally begun to foam. He was glad that he bought that soothing body works for his dad, though his dad called it fruity.

He begun to drift to sleep feeling his body relax slightly. Then images begun to flood his mind, he saw Terry in all his brooding flair hugging Dana. Willie felt a ting of jealously, and a then a flash of embarrassment as terry and Dana begun to make out. Slowly the image changed and it was him making out with terry.

He could feel terry's arms grab him and hold him tight. A warm tongue tickled his mouth. He could even smell terry, an odd combination of musk and rainwater. Willie felt his body tense as he imagined terry pushing him up against the wall, pinning both of his hand behind him.

The helplessness and the passion, cause Willie to go rigid, the combination of the water and his lucid fantasy begun to intoxicate him. His body flashed with pangs of sexual energy as his hand waded through the water to his rigid member.

He stroked himself slowly, going with the rhythm of his fantasy. Terry nibbled on willies neck breaking the skin a little. Willie gasped out loud in sheer sexual joy as his body tensed up again. He began to stroke faster while trying his best to slowly prolong his sexual release.

Terry's hand traced down willies chest coming to his crotch Willie moaned silently holding himself back. Strong imaginary hands begun to stroke Willie off, as his own followed in unison. Harder and harder, faster and faster; Willie sucked on Terry's finger, moaning in sheer delight. Terry's fist tightened and squeezed. Pumped and stroked driving Willie to madness. Willie tried to keep up with his fantasy but terry was going to fast for him.

"Yes!" Willie moaned

"Willie"

"Yes!"

"Willie?"

"Oh God Yes!" He screamed

"Dammit, Willie hurry up and finish… Dinners is on the!" His dad yelled snapping Willie out of his vivid wet dream.

"Dad?"

"What the hell boy, I've been calling you for five minutes. You okay?"

"Yeah dad, I'm about done." Willie said as he looked at his swollen, yet slowly shrinking member. "Yeah I'm done in here." defeated even in my dream, eh McGinnis. He sighed, as he threw on his bathrobe and headed to the dinner table, turning off the light.

Dinner was quiet and awkward. Willie's dad made attempts at conversation but that inevitably ended with an argument and a heavy sigh of disgust. After the dinner Willie put on some clothes and turned on the vid screen, there were a few news clippings about the justice league, and Batman, but Willie didn't really pay attention to that. He was still in deep thought about terry, and the dream. He tried to shake the feeling off, but every few minutes it would pop back in his head. He laid on his back and exhaled deeply closing his eyes again.

"Hey William phone call." He heard his dad yell from behind the door

"Who is it?" He asked

"Some Terry kid, just take the phone." His dad barked.

Willie got up and grabbed his phone.

"Um… hello?"

"Ah hey Willie… It's me Terry!"

"I know, my dad kinda told me already."

"Yeah, anyway. I wanted to know what you where doing tonight?"

There was a long pause as Willie thought for a moment.

"Um will, you there?"

"Uh yeah I am, I'm not doing anything…why?"

"Well. I was heading out, and thought maybe you wanna hang with me, see Dana's out of town and."

"Oh I see, since your girlfriend is out of town, you thought you'd take pity on poor Willie watts huh?"

"No it's not like that, I just…"

"Whatever McGinnis, you don't have to…"

"Look Willie its not even like that, look I'm going to Gorham Park just meet me there in thirty okay."

Willie listen to the other line go dead, and hung up, he threw himself on the bed and buried his head into his pillow.

"Why did I snap like that, it wasn't even that serious, so why did I snap like that?"

Willie turned over and laid on his back. He looked up at the ceiling and focused on one point until his head began to hurt. Willie turned over again and sighed, throwing himself off the bed.

"I mine as well go see what he wants, it would stink to leave him outside like that."

Willie put on his clothes and grabbed his shoes, his dad was sitting in the living room watching an old vid tape.

"Hey dad I'm gonna head out for a bit, I'll be back soon, but I'll call. if anything."

His dad answered with a heavy sigh, and Willie headed to the door and paused for a moment.

"I love you too dad." He whispered as he headed out the door

.n..

Terry sat on the park bench and waited as he mumbled to himself. He tried to practice what he was going to say to Willie, but stumbled awkwardly on his words.

"Look Willie, I just wanted to say, no that won't work, Hey Willie about that kiss, it was an accident…um no that's stupid."

"What's stupid?" Came a voice from behind him.

Terry turned around and saw Willie, he was looking at his feet awkwardly. Terry smiled, stood up and motioned Willie to come closer. Willie sat on the bench keeping his distance as Terry awkwardly smiled at him.

"What do you want McGinnis, I mean, you've never really talk to me in school, and we don't have the same friends. So what do you want?"

"Um Willie you don't have friends." Great Terry, you loud mouth idiot. That's the perfect way to telling him you like him. Insult him first like a two year old.

Willie frowned as Terry tried to take back what he had just said. Willie stood up and looked down at Terry.

"Look terry I didn't come all the way to be insulted, if I wanted that I could of stayed home."

"Hey look Willie I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you, okay."

"Yeah whatever, look just leave me alone okay, I'll just head home and try to forget I came here. Ok and you can do the same."

Willies eyes begun to swell up as he walked away. He'd never really minded being a loner, in fact he preferred it. Terry had maid it painfully clear with his twisted joke why Willie didn't have any friends.

"You jocks are all the same."

-TBC-