YJ ANON FILL! Here's this massive dump of writing, semi-unedited. Not done yet, but I want to finish it. I was trying to do some research on mpreg and decided I'd make cuntboy!Robin. That idea totally has been used before but I don't remember where atm, but it's not mine. JS. It was just getting more complicated the more transmale/mpreg ideas I tried to come up with.
Disclaimer: YJ isn't mine, the plot isn't mine, even this cunt!boy idea isn't mine. "=u= I just did the writing.
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Mmm, so is being silly with line breaks and I really hate my life because I have around 16 line breaks or something. Sorry if I missed one or something else is off with the fic. DERP.
Robin was the risk taker, but he never could work solo. Maybe it was because he had always worked with Batman and then, worked with the Young Justice team, that he would never be able to cope with being alone. In that sense, he envied Roy.
Roy took hold of no opportunities. He made them for himself. He didn't rely on others, or at least, he made sure not to rely on them too long. It was just him. And in that sense, Robin always was scared for Roy.
Robin knew from a pretty young age that gender didn't matter to him. He was more fluid that way. Maybe it was his circus upbringing where men would dress like women and women had beards or perhaps after too many dark nights fighting Gotham's worst, his subconscious decided it needed a protector, regardless of gender.
To most, 13 means young. Barely cutting into high school life, opening up to embarrassing bouts of puberty, "those feelings", and other superfluous whatnot.
To Robin, 13 meant being one year older and that much more successful in avoiding death. 13 was just a number. Robin, or Dick Grayson, was really already mature. He missed being innocently reckless. Sometimes he does that, just for fun. He laughs and acts his age. That's why it's unnerving to see Robin in battle when he laughs and seems so nonchalant. He can be borderline sociopathic when he's like that.
Roy was protective of Robin. When they were young, he and Ollie would babysit the young Boy Wonder. Then they became sidekicks and now. Now he was working solo. Done. In that view, he stopped being worried about Robin. He had to focus on his career, what he was going to do now.
He lost contact with the Young Justice team for months on end. It was just the way it was. And it's almost 5am now and he's come back from patrol. He is specked with blood from breaking up a gang fight. None his own, for once, but he knows he's going to have some nasty bruises tomorrow. He's tired. There's a knock on his door and Roy curses. Who the fuck could it be?
He opens it, his other hand ready for his gun (just in case).
Robin, no, Dick Grayson is sobbing. Soaked wet by the rain. It had been some stupid argument at the time, between Batman and Robin concerning Robin's freedom to go after missions with the team outside of the ones the Batman assigns them. As well as patrolling alone when Batman is off on League duty. Robin got a big fat no on both accounts. There was yelling and then Robin left. He wasn't Robin then. He was Dick Grayson and for the first time in years, he'd left the Manor without his utility belt. Screw the rules that Batman made.
Roy's first reaction is to freak out. He sees Robin like something to protect, take care of. Just something in the back of his head. And he's here, crying, just bawling, and wet. It's been years since he's felt this sort of feeling and he's stumped on what to do.
"Uh, come in." Roy says hesitantly.
Dick does and he dripping wet. He must've walked here or something? Jesus Christ, how far was Star City from Gotham? Roy runs around to find some dry clothes that wasn't dirty and a towel that hasn't been used yet. He's not sure on both accounts if they actually are clean because he hasn't done the laundry in weeks.
Dick doesn't mind. He just starts stripping out of his wet clothes as soon as Roy closes the door. He's still sniffling and refuses to look Roy in the eye and that's okay because Roy busies himself with suddenly trying to clean space on the couch. Generally he'd says something about decency and that there's a free bathroom but he doesn't this time. Before he turns to clear the couch, he catches Dick mostly naked and there's a thing in the back of his head that says, "You dirty bastard." Roy is instantly ashamed.
Roy Harper, formerly Speedy and currently Red Arrow, liked what he could get. He preferred women, but give him some drinks and a gay bar is totally fine. Besides, he's legal now. He can do whatever the fuck he wants.
Roy doesn't get any sleep. He ends up listening to the sobs subside and then getting some instant ramen ready for a sodium-filled breakfast. By 8am, Dick is his usually snarky self. Then Roy asks.
"Why did you come here?"
Dick slurps his noodles thoughtfully and doesn't answer for a while. Roy still waits for one because he wants one.
"I didn't have any where else to go." Dick finally says. Roy laughs. "Bullshit."
Dick gives him a look. "It's the truth."
Roy's mouth is in a thin line. "Did you already kill your quota on how many times you can crash with Wally or something?"
Dick looks into the styrofoam ramen cup. "I usually just stay at the Manor and ignore him. Use the gym or just sleep it off. I never take it outside. Wally doesn't understand. He couldn't understand. It's different…" He shakes his head like it was a silly train of thought. "I-I dunno. I just came here. Sorry."
He looks so helpless for a second and Roy feel bad. "Hey, you know. Whenever. I know you can pick locks so even if I'm not home, just… you can come by." Roy knows what it feels like to clash with a mentor. He did it himself and now he's out of that stupid partnership. So he can understand. Dick is right. Wally wouldn't get it.
Dick brightens a little bit. There's a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks."
Breakfast goes by fast and Roy has classes at 10. Dick cuddles up on the corner of Roy's couch and turns the TV on. Roy assumes that Dick is staying and gets his things ready for class. He hopes that his stupid Psychology professor won't lecture today because if he does then Roy's going to fall asleep.
"Later." And Roy leaves.
Dick stays for a while, wearing Roy's clothes that are way too baggy on his thin frame. He flips through the few channels that Roy has and then falls asleep.
The TV is fizzing static when Roy gets home from classes and day errands. It's close to 5pm and he knows that after a quick bite, he out on patrol. Dick is curled up in a ball on his couch. He looks like a little cat or something. Roy feels oddly proud that Dick came to him, not to some League member or one of the Young Justice team, but to him. He shakes the small boy awake.
"Hey, my patrol starts soon so I'm making some food. What do you want?" Dick stirs and yawns.
"Since when can you cook anything?" Dick asks, eyes still heavy-lidded.
Roy laughs. "Take-out, son. This place is in the middle of almost every good take out place. Name what you want."
Dick sits upright and pulls his knees in. He looks so small in that giant hoodie of Roy's. "Um, I'm feeling thai?"
Roy murmurs an agreement before flipping the yellowpages open and quickly dialing a number.
Dinner is better with someone else. Dick talks a lot, mostly about unimportant things like cool news stories or wild weather predictions or the latest mission and Wally's old jokes. Roy listens. Laughs. It's nice.
Roy goes out on patrol and doesn't offer if Dick wants to join. Dick stays on the couch and when Roy comes back that morning, Dick is gone. Not even a note.
This becomes more frequent. By winter, Dick is stopping by almost every other day and stays for the weekend. Roy slowly wonders if there's been some sort of fall out between Batman and Robin. He figures out (since he has his sources), Robin should be spending his nights at Mount Justice. Roy doesn't mind. He likes the company and realizes that he's missed it, even when it's coming from someone that's five years his junior.
On his off nights (when Roy has them), they rent movies and watch them. It's like old times. Tonight is the entire Bourne series. Dick ends up snuggling close to Roy and eventually falling asleep the sound of gun shots and action sound effects. Roy likes this warmth next to him. He finishes the DVD but won't get up to put the next one in. He just sits there, and then at one point, he lets his hands stroke the other boy's raven hair.
It's soothing and it's nice. He can feel Dick's chest rising and falling and soon Roy's also follows it. Together. Two.
They first time they kissed, it was almost taboo. It was just a movie night, again. And Dick just turns his head and looks at Roy. Roy throws a questioning look. "Something wrong with the movie?" He thought Ip Man was Dick's choice.
And then he feels another's lips on his. It's small, warm, chaste. Roy is in shock and it takes a few moments from him to realize what's happening and push Dick away. Dick looks scared and shocked himself. And then he turns shame-faced an looks away.
They try to watch the movie in uncomfortable silence. Then Dick says, "I'm sorry. I just. I don't know…"
Roy turns the TV off and looks at Dick. "I'm 18. I can't do that to you." And that's that, he hopes. He has never seen Dick in that light, per se. He's not lustful for the younger boy or does he find himself crushing on him or something. It's just a warmth, a constant. He doesn't understand.
He tries to remind himself that he can't do that. He's 18. Something about this had to be illegal.
Before the end of the night, Roy kisses him back. It's sweet, soft, touching. It's like a warmth that starts where they touch and it just slowly makes it's way to everywhere else. It's not electrifying or butterflies. It's loving. Some reason, in Roy's head, it's not wrong. It's just been something he's been missing.
Dick Grayson loves a lot of people. He loves his family, his new family, his team, his friends. But there was something about Roy that was different. Dick couldn't put his finger on it and he never would, because it was one of those "heart matters" that he knew he wouldn't be able to put in words. To 13 year -old Dick Grayson, Roy Harper was his world.
It's not complicated, in their heads. They know that if anyone found out, it would be. But to them, it's like a slow warmth, something neither of them have ever felt. It's close to familial warmth but also not. They touch each other more; sometimes it's a brush of an arm or stroking of hair. Sometimes it's when Roy carries Dick to bed or a small kiss on the forehead. It's never rushed and it's never angry or desperate.
Roy used to make fun of love like this. He never though a fast-and-go kind of guy like him would end up falling for something like this. And then when Dick looks at him with those blue eyes, it's like he sees the world.
Yes, Dick is 13. And he's 18. It should be wrong.
But being together with someone, it's never felt so right for him. Sometimes when Dick leaves and Roy finds himself coming to an empty home, he cries. It's an aching loneliness.
Their first more physically sexual encounter is soft. It's just venturing the borders, seeing what is okay and what's not. So far, everything is still on the board. Roy likes Dick's lips. His lips, his jaw line, and his neck. He's careful not to leave marks. Dicks knows it's okay if he does leave marks on Roy and he does. It excites him when he's able to elicite the sharp hiss and moan from his lover.
Dick knows where to bite. The collarbone, ear, shoulders, and back. He loves to see small bruises and marks on Roy. And he loves it because he knows it's not to hurt him.
Roy loves to start with the jaw line. Tongue slowly traces the light skin and he leaves kisses all down Dick's neck. He leaves little pecks on his lips and cheeks and presses his lips against Dick's forehead. And then he kisses him on the lips again, slowly, softly, mouth opening wider.
A lot of people describe frenching like a dominance battle but with mouths. Not to them. They take time, tasting each other, each tongue finding every space. It's like they are melting together. Two to one. They stop, both a little breathless and smile at each other.
Dick loves Roy and cares for him dearly. Roy cares for Dick and loves him dearly.
Sometimes when Robin goes on duty for a mission and he is not home for a while, Roy gets the chance to thoughrouly think about his actions. He is loving a 13 year old boy. 13. His stomach twists in knots. He doesn't understand why there are right or wrongs to this. He loves Richard Grayson with all his heart. But that's wrong?
When they first make love, he knows it's too late to go back. Too late to say this is wrong. Because the first time they make love is nothing like anything he's ever done.
They are both naked, in bed. Nothing but the dark blue sheets that Roy has are there. Roy leans down to kiss softly and Dick closes his eyes, just feeling the warmth. A hand strokes his face, cupping it and then the mouth trails down his neck and then to his chest. Dick mewls and he can feel Roy smile against his chest.
Dick lets his arms wrap around Roy and Roy first lets his tongue slide over Dick's nipple. It's only slightly pinker than the rest of his body, aroused and erect. Then he closes his mouth on it and sucks. Dick's noises are amazing.
Dick brings Roy's face up to his and kisses it deeply, lovingly. He lets his mouth trail to his neck and collarbone and nibbles and licks. Roy moans from the back of his throat.
When Roy brings his erection to touch against Dick's groin, both of them stop and just feel the heat. Roy's hand goes to up his lover's face and he kisses Dick softly. They are rubbing up against each other, thrusting towards each other for more. When they touch there, Dick lets out a deep long moan. It all such a new feeling to him. His hands are grabbing onto Roy's back.
Roy lowers his head slowly, trailing his tongues down Dick's body. The tip of his tongue touches so close there and maybe it's just that new sensation. Roy watches as his lover's back arches. His juices taste bitter, as they should. But somehow, when so intimate like this, they taste like the sweetest waters of the world. When Dick takes a hold of his member and pumps it at the base. Roy spills over his lover's abdomen and even before Roy has finished licking it, Dick brings his faces up level with his and kisses him.
"I love you so much, baby," He whispers. "I love you, your eyes, your face, your hands..." His words trail off as he kisses eye item that he mentions. "Your body..." Dick shudders under the warmth that each kiss brings.
"I-I love you too," He whispers back and misses Roy on the forehead.
Never do they speak dirty words or lustful words. It's just sounds and names and love.
Roy has coated his fingers in lube and looks at Dick, as if he wants permission when it's already given to him. He slowly puts in a finger and there's a shudder that goes through the boy. It's uncomfortable and different. Roy kisses him deeply as he slowly puts in two fingers. He slowly moves his fingers in deeper, knuckle past knuckle and Roy knows that it's different for Dick by the way his grip tightens on his shoulders.
When he puts both of his fingers all the way in and then slowly moves his fingers in and out. There's a slow build of something low in his stomach. Dick doesn't know, but he tries to keep it in. There's a lot of senses that are bombarding his brain right now. He lets out sounds, moans, grunts, and Roy's name, over and over.
When Roy puts in a third finger, Dick comes, breathless but Roy doesn't stop and Dick doesn't want him too.
When the fingers leave, Dick feels empty. He whimpers. He hears Roy. "Are you sure?" It's warm whisper.
"Yes, yes, please…" Dick looks back into Roy's eyes. Straight into them and when Roy first pushes in, Dick does his best to never look away. Roy takes his member and slide the head in slowly. It's ridiculously tight and warm. Dick feels immense pain because frankly, it's a huge foreign object being pushed up into him. Roy is only halfway in when he pulls out slowly.
He wouldn't dare ever hurt his lover. Slow is how he starts. It's painful and pleasurable. At some point, Dick stops whimper and grunting, and beings mewling and moaning. His fingers dig into Roy's back as his thrusting gets faster. And when Roy goes all the way to his hilt, Dick cries out. Somewhere between pain and pleasure and Roy stays there, buried in his lover. One.
He pulls out slowly and then he thrusts back in. He can see those blue eyes slowly cloud over, those lips that keep moaning his name.
Dick comes first, arching his back and his hands gripping the sheets and his face is flushed and he rides out the last few thrusts when Roy comes too. They're both sticky in their juices but they kiss. They kiss and touch. And love.
Their relationship has been secret for a little over a year. Dick Grayson turned 14 just last month and they made love.
Today, Dick Grayson fell unconscious during training. He'd been talking about some bad headaches but he fell today. He awoke after two minutes and asked to go to his room and sleep it off. He said he had the flu.
He goes to the med center in the Mountain. He does a full body scan and drops the papers when he reads the final report. He didn't understand why he had been sick in such odd manners of cramps and nausea and harsh fatigue.
He reads the papers over and over again and then drags out the ultrasound machine.
M'gann is putting in a batch of cookies when she gets bombarded with a sudden emotion. Wally must've noticed the odd look on her face. "Something wrong?"
M'gann swats the thoughts from her head. "Yes, it's fine. I just thought I'd forgotten something in the cookies." She puts on a smile and hastily closes the oven door.
Dick Grayson was born different. He had both female and male genes. He was young and his parents didn't think of it as an oddity. It was their Grayson.
It was an issue that Bruce faced when he took the young child in. Frankly, he could just suppress the development of the female side. Dick went through weeks of some hormone suppressants. Bruce didn't want to do surgery yet.
Perhaps that was his mistake? That waiting had been a good idea.
Medical anomalies had always interested the duo. Dick never thought he'd be one. He hates this for a moment. He looks back at his stomach why laying on one of the beds in the medical bay. He's wiped the ultrasound machine and put away all the equipment and he's just thinking, hating, confused.
He hated his body.
Roy loved it. He said that it was beautiful.
No.
It would bring his ruin. He stands up and touches his stomach again. He hates it so much. He fears it. He sits down on the bed. He has another human being inside of him. Robin cries. This was disastrous. So much emphasis on the dis.
This was once in a million chance or something. Yes they did have safe sex. Sometimes. But the hormonal repressants should've stopped… Figures that he gets the short straw. He wants to cry or destroy this thing or something. But it's not that simple.
He wonders why he was like this. Flat chested, flat abs, a male body. But where it counted, he wasn't a male. It was like someone had drawn a horizontal line across his stomach. Above it, he was completely male. But then below it, he was most surely female. This was number two on his list of things to fix. Right under the most current... dilema. Robin looks at his stomach again and curses the world.
Dick Grayson swears he is going to keep this to himself for as long as he can.
Obviously his secret-keeping skills suck because as soon as he comes back into the main room, M'gann gives him a deer-in-headlights look. Maybe he was thinking too loud? But next thing he knows is M'gann's voice in his head. 'Please. Let me help.' Robin shoots her a quick glare.
No. Never. He was going to deal with this quickly. Find a clinic or something. Stop this before it goes any further. And then M'gann shoots him almost a painful look. 'No! Please!'
Robin pointedly ignores her for the rest of the evening and everyone is confused why Robin suddenly turned cold to their own Miss Martian.
That night when he's lying in bed, his thoughts wander to the life form in his abdomen. He can't even think of that word… that he's… pregnant.
It's odd. Impossible. In reality, it's very possible and he should've thought of the risks… Aren't I already sort of crazy for doing this with someone five years my senior and while I'm fourteen? Robin lays on his side and then his mind wanders to that thing in his stomach and then goes back to lying on his back. He doesn't know why. Right now, he should be caring less. But he's not.
He falls asleep to the idea that this is something that he and Roy made. Together. One. Two. And now Three.
Dick Grayson does a lot of research in his spare time. He goes and looks up male pregnancy or rather, female pregnancy and side effects and whatever. He looks up famous doctors who have done research in the field. Every spare second, he is making sure he knows what to expect.
When the first wave of sickness comes, it's not what he expects. He's gotten smaller bouts of it before but this must be around week nine and it's getting stronger and worse. He's showing too. Not a lot and he almost thanks his genes that maybe he was like one of those 'I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant' type of people and he won't show. A lot, anyways.
He's praying he won't show. The sickness he can pass off as fatigue and due to his work as Robin. Showing won't. He can easily say he's gained a few pounds, regardless of how silly it sounds when he's throwing up so much. Robin has always had a good figure, especially since this line of work require lean, muscle and dexterity.
He's training by himself today. It's kind of a break, but Robin knows that he has to find new ways to maneuver if he's going to keep up fighting. If he stops, everyone will worry. They may think he's just ill but once they go to a doctor's check up, they'll know. So he has to change a lot of things and lie about a lot of things. He has to make sure covering his abdomen is first priority and making sure when he breaks falls that he puts more pressure onto his arms and legs than anywhere else.
It's scary and tiring. He doesn't want to hurt… the baby.
"Robin. Please, can I talk to you?" Robin glares at her. Way to get the Martian to figure out. He looks away. He's almost ashamed and he doesn't want some nose all up in his business.
"Don't think too much about it or J'onn might figure it out too." He says sharply.
M'gann sighs. "I don't have much experience with things like this, even on Mars. But you have a lot of emotions and your thoughts are on the baby so much…"
Robin freezes. It's so odd to hear that word. "Baby". It's so foreign especially when it comes out of someone else's mouth. He starts to laugh; it's low and sarcastic.
"I don't know what to do. I just know that no one else can know until I figure out what to do." Robin finally lets out in a soft voice.
M'gann walks over and puts her arms out, asking for permission for a hug. Robin hesitates and M'gann hugs him anyways. It's not like Roy. It's more like dam that's been broken. It's not warmth, but like a burden off his shoulders. He cries in her shoulder.
"I will try my best to help you." M'gann says.
They spend the rest of the hour talking. Robin basically does the sparknotes version of what happened. It's vague for the most part and he leaves a lot of things out. M'gann doesn't mind. His thoughts wander so loudly that's it hard not to fill in the blanks, even when she's trying to shut him out of her head.
Robin guesses that and still doesn't say much. He's just… so relieved that she's taking all these secrets so well. Roy, his body, the baby. Maybe it's because that she isn't a human on Earth that's built up so many stereotypes. She's a Martian trying to understand humans. Her mind is open to things like this. Figuratively and telepathically.
"Thanks." Robin says when they head back out. M'gann forgot about her cookies again. The rest of team sigh and laugh when M'gann takes out the burnt cookies. Superboy has an annoyed look on his face.
"Does anyone hear that noise? It's like a really light-I don't know. Knocking or something?" Connor tries to explain. None of this team mates hear it so Connor dismisses it, still a little annoyed.
Robin, only once, glances down at his stomach.
Today has been a really bad day. It's growing, and from the side, it looks like he's gotten legitimately fat. Good thing he hasn't gone back home since week 5. He's told Roy more and more excuses to avoid him.
But his team has noticed. They've seen him eat like Wally and get sick and often get weak-kneed or suffer sudden fatigue. Someone suggests getting Robin to the med. center or get Batman.
Everyone notices that Robin suddenly gets very angry at them. He calms down and then rushes to the bathroom. Sick again.
It's then that he decides he just can't do it. He needs to find time to go to a clinic. And-and… what? Abort it? Tell Batman? Tell Roy? When he comes out of the bathroom, he decides at least the first step is tell the team. It's stupid because he think that Roy and Batman should know first. But he can't handle that right now.
"I have something I need to tell you." His voice squeaks at the end and Wally can't help but chuckle.
Robin looks at M'gann, almost helplessly. "The papers are in my room." M'gann leaves the room immediately and come back just as fast with some papers. Robin takes a deep breath. "I-I don't think I can say it so here." M'gann puts a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder and hands the papers to Artemis, the closest on her left.
There's a silent moment. Her eyes narrow and widen. The corner of her mouth twitches. She's thinking. It makes sense, actually. Which is the most crazy thing in the world.
"No. No way." Her voice is almost a deadly low. Wally is freaking out. The mood in the room is different. Strange. Scary. "What's going on!"
Superboy's eyes are furrowed. "There's another heartbeat. That's what that noise was."
And Artemis replies. "Robin's pregnant."
Wally's eyes narrow. "Is this a prank on me? Did you guys all get together and-"
"No!" Robin yells. God. He told them the truth and now he has to convince it's the truth? "I'm pregnant, okay? That's why I've been sick and gaining weight and tired all the time." His voice turns soft, like he really is the youngest on the team.
Wally looks at his friend in disbelief. "But that's not possible. I mean, you're a guy! I've gone through sex ed, it's just not possible…"
Robin sighs deeply. "I just am, okay. End of story. That's what I needed to say."
Everyone is staring at Robin, trying to make sense of this. They try to look at him normally and not let this new thing affect their thoughts. This is their Robin. Regardless of everything…
It's silent and Kaldur opens his mouth to speak but Artemis beats him to it. "First of all, way to go, Boy Wonder. Number two, who's the daddy?"
Robin snorts at her bluntness. "Thanks and that remains nameless." Artemis frowns and almost argues but Aqualad jabs her lightly with his elbow.
"You know that we are all here for you." Kaldur says and there's a murmur of agreement. It hurts Robin a little bit when Wally seems to still be in daze. "I'm going to my room," says the speedster.
The talk of pregnancy and Robin stops then and it's like this almost never happened. Because now the team knows but what next? Tell Batman? Black Canary? Red Tornado? Hell, Captain Marvel? Or more importantly, what about Roy?
The team does a lot to adjust and pick up slack. Aqualad avoids little things in his reports and Robin strategically stands behind Conner and Artemis during mission talks so only his chest and up can be seen. M'gann looks up healthy things to make or trail mix things.
Wally just seems to space out a lot and it hurt Robin a little bit. The two of them are just sitting on the couch today. Robin can feel the awkward tension and it's annoying. He gets up to leave when Wally finally asks, "Wait, so how did this happen?" He's dead serious.
Robin sits back down and tries to explain it. "Well, when you have two people that love each other very very much-"
"Shut up! That's totally not what I meant." Wally snorts and Robin laughs. The tension is kind of gone. "I meant, like, biologically you're a guy. It's not possible…"
Robin sighs a little bit. "I'm not a guy where it counts, Wals…" Wally's eyes widen. Silence and then… "Can I see?"
It's Robin's turn to stare at him. Wally realizes his mistake and how creepy that sounded. "No! Oh, gross, no! Like, I mean. This has to be some cool medical anomaly and I was just wondering if you had like hospital records or like stuff like that and just… You know how much I like science, okay?" He's rushed in trying to justify his thoughts.
Robin laughs. "Yeah, it's fine. Sure." And then there's a pause. "Did you just call me an anomaly?"
And then everything is okay at Mount Justice. Everyone wants to help. It's like being a team again, just plus one.
Roy arrives when Batman does and he knows this does not bode well.
With Batman is Green Arrow, or Ollie, and Black Canary. M'gann meets all four of them. "He's in the medical center." Her voice is either meek or frightened, Roy isn't sure.
Roy makes his way to the medical center and finds Robin. His mask is on and he looks disheveled, but otherwise, fine. Then Roy sees the tear streaks on the boy's cheeks. He suddenly wants to know what has happened and what is wrong.
He hasn't seen Robin in weeks. He was getting worried but got constant calls that he was okay, just tired and had a lot of team stuff to do and that Batman was starting to catch on to his absences at the Mountain.
Batman says, "Report." M'gann hands him some papers.
Batman's eyes narrow as he reads this. He looks at Robin. He has already been told of this situation before he arrived but he wants the word of his protégé. "Is this true." It's a statement, really.
Robin takes a deep breath and then nods once. Batman goes very still and his voice changes dramatically. "You are coming with me back to the Cave. We will have you examined again and then decide what will happen to it." His voice is cold. Robin's eyes widen and he shakes his head.
"No. It-It's mine." His voice is so soft and so small. Batman glares at him and issues one last warning. "You are coming with me now." It's not a stern voice or a yell but a quiet voice, deadly laced.
Batman hands Ollie the papers and leaves. Robin waits for a moment and Roy is still confused. Everyone is looking at him like he's a bad guy. Even Kaldur will not meet his eyes. Robin goes up to him and for the first time in public, kisses him lightly on his lips.
He whispers. "I'm pregnant." And then leaves.
If Robin knows anything, it's drama and how to make a good exit.
Roy has a million thoughts going through his head and even more mixed emotions flooding through him. He is stunned. A hand goes to his mouth. And then eloquently he says, "Oh shit."
Ollie doesn't look at all amused and Black Canary looks concerned. Ollie speaks first. His voice is dead serious. It's directed to the rest of the team in the med center
"Leave." Everyone does and no one will meet Roy's eyes.
When the door closes, Ollie looks back at his former protégé. He laughs as if in disbelief. "Do you understand what sort of situation you are in?"
Roy realizes his eyes are watering a little. He slowly shakes his head no. This situation is overwhelming.
Ollie sighs and his voice becomes serious. "Your sexuality and partners are no concerns of mine. Your work and what you do are no concerns of mine as long as they abide League rules. However, you are 19 now. You can be tried and put in jail."
Roy nods slowly and then the tears come, one at a time.
Ollie's voice softens. "He's only 14."
Roy feels so broken. He can't believe he's done this, that this is his fault and he's brought this on Dick.
"I-I know…" Roy says finally.
Black Canary has her arms crossed and her eyes are so filled with concern. She goes and hugs him, comforts him and Roy cries. He cries and his ex-mentor looks over the papers again. Ollie sighs. The League always joked about how protective Batman was and how strict he was especially concerning his protégé, Robin.
In this light, it wasn't funny. Roy was in serious danger of being banned from any future possibilities with the League and possibly his solo work as well. They may just use all their power to keep Roy from getting slaughtered by the bat-daddy rage. Roy surely should've know the dangers of being in a relationship with Robin. Ollie couldn't wrap his head around why Roy would chose someone so young though.
"Why?" Green Arrow finally asks and Roy has calmed himself down to slow breaths.
Roy looks at Oliver Queen. He looks at his ex-mentor with a sudden lost look. "I-I love him." His voice is so soft and broken, like he's just lost the world. Dinah lets out a slow and deep sigh. This was a mess, a huge pile of shit sort of mess and at the heart of it all, Roy did love this boy. She's a woman, she knows love when she sees it and Roy, for the love of God, would give up anything for Robin. It's was a bittersweet sight to see.
The entire ride home is silent. Dick Grayson almost wants to crack a joke. Maybe something like, "Holy babies, Batman!" But then he really might be murdered for that so Dick keeps it to himself. Ultimately, he curious about what Batman is thinking.
It's a little weird because Dick thought he'd still be freaking out about the baby inside him right now but he's not. In fact, he glances a little fondly at his stomach. He feels content all the ride home. Maybe it's been all this time having to deal with it and living with it and having everyone support the baby... Wow. He just called it his baby, didn't he?
This was going to be his and Roy's. And suddenly there's this little epiphany and flutter of joy somewhere in his heart. Maybe when it came down to it, and say he was at the crossroads (which was Batman, really), Robin wanted to keep this baby. Regardless. It wasn't like he would require a C-Section to give birth (hopefully if all goes well). And he had most definitely read up on girls younger than him giving birth. And living.
When they actually get settled it's another matter. Batman orders Robin is wash up and get in some civilian clothes. When Dick comes back downstairs, he's in a loose gray hoodie and jeans and sees Batman as Bruce. Alfred is there with some tea for the both of them.
Bruce sighs deeply. "Do you understand what has happened?
Dick knows it's not the time to get cocky but he's so tired of being treated like this and given limitations. "Yes. I had sex with a 19 year old male and got pregnant. Unfortunately, I let the cat out of the bag too early and all hell just broke loose. Yeah. I know." Alfred almost drops his place of scones that he was bringing for the table, but he's the butler. He keeps his composure.
Bruce almost grows angry. "This is not the time for jokes. I need to know he details of this relationship and we will be going to a clinic tomorrow."
Dick looks at his mentor, his father figure. "I love Roy. Please."
"Answer me."
"…Since a year ago. And I never have regretted it. We are not going to that clinic. We are going to go find a specialist. I'm going to have this baby because it is mine and Roy's. I've done the research and I'm going to have it. You can put me into surgery and hormone repressants after that. I don't care. But I'm having this baby. My stomach hurt today. It's abnormal. We are going to go get that checked out tonight, and tomorrow at latest. I should be showing more. I don't want any more complications than this."
The silence that hangs there is thick with the two powerhouses of the Wayne household, Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne.
So even the World's Greatest Detective didn't see that one coming.
There's a loud rap-tap-tap on his door. Roy groans. He didn't get much sleep.
He can't believe any of it. Almost.
He walks in a daze, like a zombie and opens the door. Wally punches him. Roy staggers and glares at the other red head. "What the fuck!"
Wally is breathing heavy and there's anger in this eyes. "You. Make. Me. Sick." Roy understands. He lets his shoulders slump and hands fall from his cheek. There will most definitely be a bruise there tomorrow.
He shoots Wally a tired look and almost scoffs. "I know."
He leaves the door open as it seems Wally's got more beef with him and won't leave any time soon. Wally has his hand on the back of Roy's shirt and is yelling. "No! You don't know! Come on, Roy! He's only 14!"
Roy turns around and pins Wally on the ground and growls. "Don't, even for a second, accuse me of not knowing. Don't ever say I don't know what I've brought on him. If I could take it back, I would. You know I would. But never to save my own skin. Yeah, you're right. He's only 14 and I hate my own god damn guts for doing this to him…" His grip slackens and he sits on the ground, slumping. "I could never wish something like this on him. Never."
Wally sits up and his face hardens. "How long."
Roy's eyes soften. "A year. Yeah. A yeah, two months ten days." He muses softly. And then covers his face with his hands. "I couldn't- I'm such a bastard…"
Wally sits there for a long time. He's thinking and finally he says. "You left the group. I never really hear from you that often anymore. You used to be one of my best friends. I can't trust you."
Roy gives him a sad look.
"But I trust Robin. And he trusts you, obviously. So." Wally stops talking. "Give me a few days. But I think I'm on your side." He gets up and leaves.
Roy throws his head back and laughs. And laughs and then he cries. If he could gather up all the tears he's spent on his boy, it could be an ocean.
The entire team is shocked. They are put on indefinite leave. No missions for a while. This is a ridiculously huge mess.
They had been pretty accepting of pregnant Robin and everything but this brought in a new angle. Roy? Really? Wally took it the worst for sure. Artemis almost took it like a really bad joke. Aqualad couldn't accept that story. Superboy didn't understand this new layer of drama at all and M'gann knew the whole story and with all her heart hoped that this would turn out okay.
Within two weeks of the news, Robin still wasn't back and the team had settled down a little bit.
Recognize. B06 Red Arrow. Suddenly everyone in the room is either borderline going to kill Roy or never talk to him again.
When Roy comes through the beta tube, he looks so horrible. He's dressed in civvies, but looks like he hasn't slept in days. His voice sounds desperate. "Have any of you heard from Robin."
Maybe it was that moment when they saw the Roy was suffering too and maybe it was his voice, how ragged and tired and so worried he sounded. But the team made a mutual pact. Regardless of age and circumstance, they were going to help Robin. If Roy was part of helping Robin, so be it.
Wally pipes up first. "Mm, no. Has he not contacted you?"
Roy gives him a look that says, 'Would I be here if he had?' Wally puts up his hands. "Woah, just trying to cover the bases, sir."
It's odd how at ease and almost normal Wally seems to be with this entire situation.
M'gann gives Roy a comforting look and pulls out a chair for him to sit down. "I think I have some cookies ready! Have a seat and maybe we can all figure out where Robin is…"
She leaves for the oven, hoping that for once none of the cookies will be burnt.
Roy sits down and slumps. There's still an awkward silence. No one really wants to talk to Roy, the guy that got their Robin pregnant at 14.
Wally clears his throat, even if there's no need to. He directs his speech to the team, almost acting like Roy isn't sitting right there next to him.
"Okay guys. A lot of stuff has gone down this last couple of weeks, but it's stupid to shut up now. Like it or not, it's happening and I hate to be that one guy giving the pep talk but we need to stop this and actually start supporting Robin and… dare I say it, Roy," He glances at his friend before continuing. "Yeah, it's weird and confusing and a whole lot of other emotions but for a second, put yourself in their shoes. I bet they are going through so much worse. I say we just support the fuck out of them right now and beat the shit out of them later when it's actually a fair fight."
Everyone is looking at Wally and there's truth in his words. Roy has a small smile. He knows he doesn't deserve this. He has too many good friends.
Kaldur puts a reassuring hand on Roy's shoulder and then M'gann appears.
"Hey guys! The cookies didn't burn this time!"
Yeah, maybe things would start looking up now. Just little things, one at a time. Baby steps
Mmm, that's all I have thus far. :I Kind of a dump I just threw here. Sorry for all the ridiculous line breaks... I want to finish this so badly because me gusta everything about this prompt! R&R! Thank you!
