Authors note: Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic. So no flames, please

Warnings: this is slash, self hurt, and there might be blood but it's not graphic.

Wally and Robin sat on the Mt. Justice couch in their civvies. The two were board out of their minds. There hasn't been a mission in a week and there's really not much to do in the mountain but train and watch Television. In M'ganns case there's cooking to occupy the time, but Robin and Wally aren't really cooks in a sense. Robin sighed, and looked up at the boy whose lap he is currently sitting in.

"I am so not feelin' the aster"

He said a twinge of annoyance in his voice. Wally thought for a moment, then looked around before turning back to Rob with a confused smile.

"If that's a way of saying you're board then you might want to make that more clear"

Said the young speedster with a chuckle. Rob crossed his arms and checked the time.

"I have to leave"

He said getting off of Wally's lap. They gave each other a quick peck on the lips before Robin started towards the exit. Before he could leave, though, Wally grabbed his wrist and was about to ask a question. The question was delayed when he noticed that Robin had pulled away quickly; panic crossing his features for a moment.

"something wrong?"

He asked, concern clear in his voice. Rob just smiled weakly.

"no, nothing, just my natural reaction, you know ,a flinch. It was just a surprise that's all"

"oh, okay then"

Wally didn't know weather or not to believe the younger boy, but decided not to dwell on it.

"so what's up?"

Robin asked snapping Wally out of his currant train of thought.

"what? Oh right, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout tomorrow; ya know play some video games or something"

"Sorry I can't, I got school, then a mathletes meeting, then I think I have to go to some Charity ball thing, and who knows maybe we'll get a mission. Sorry, I'm booked, maybe next week"

The boy gave a weak wave wile exiting the living area.

Wally let out a breath that he didn't even realize he had been holding in. M'gann Walked to the arm of the couch stirring something that will probably turn into cookies; or at least be the shape of cookies.

"Is there something wrong with Robin, he seems kind of…down"

Asked the Martian looking back at the exit.

Wally leaned back and put his arms behind his head.

"Yeah, he kind of did, didn't he. I'm sure he's just under a lot of pressure, between school, activities, and being Robin it can put a lot of pressure on a person. I'm sure we'll have our cackling Robin back in no time"

M'gann, being reassured by this answer, smiled and went back in the kitchen.

Wally leaned forward with a sigh, not as convinced with his answer as he wanted to be.