This is a sequel to Love In Many Forms. This is in the future by a little over a year. And will be revolving around Wally and Dick again, but it will hold a lot more of Dick's story and feelings. Please enjoy! And please please review! Btw, I couldn't remember if I had Dick graduate yet or not in the other story, so in here…he didn't. Also these chapters wont be as long as my last story. Senior year at the high school started so I'm busy. And I just became president of the HOSA club. I'll keep posting tho, and keep giving updates. Warning: A teensy bit darker than Love In Many Forms.


It was late when Robin snuck through the front door of the apartment. It was times like these he was glad for what his friends called his "ninja" skills. He didn't want to wake up his boyfriend. So he was totally surprised when the lights flipped on and Wally West was staring at him from across the living room. The speedster was wearing nothing but a pair of gray boxers, making Robin blush. He was glad for his mask at that moment, since it covered his all-telling sapphire eyes as they looked up and down the familiar body. Robin couldn't focus his eyes right and he stumbled forward, mumbling apologies to any of the furniture he accidentally bumped into. Eventually he found the couch and fell into it.

"You were drinking…" Wally said coldly as he walked over to the seventeen year old. He peeled off his domino mask and fuzzy eyes looked up at him with guilt.

"It's not a big deal…I only…I only had a couple of drinks." Dick replied with frustration. He couldn't get his words to come out the way he wanted to. He let his head roll back on the couch.

"Damn it Dick! You can't live with me if you're going to do that shit! Bruce would have my head if he knew you kept doing this! You're wearing me out!" Wally shouted at his partner. The teen looked up and could almost feel Wally's anger with him. He kept telling him that the drinking had to stop. He kept telling him that he wanted to help him fight whatever demons were inside of him. Still, Dick couldn't get himself off of the habit. It was so nice to feel confused and happy and so light. But there was one thing Dick loved more than enough to make him never want to drink. That was Wally.

"I'm sorry Wally…I had a bad patrol night. We lost a little girl to Bane's stupid hands." Dick managed to get out, closing his eyes. He relaxed when he heard his boyfriend's sighs and then felt his arms wrap around him in a hug before gentle fingers began to help him from his uniform. This was always the part where Dick could swear he'd fallen in love all over again. Not thinking about it, Dick leaned over and planted a kiss on Wally's lips, causing the nineteen year old to blush while trying to also maintain his anger. It made Dick laugh because he knew the power he had over Wally when it came to sex. Dick had only lost his virginity to his boyfriend a year ago, while Wally lost his nearly four years earlier. But both of them learned quickly that Dick was the one who was always in the mood for a passionate night of making love. To his dismay, the speedster pushed him off.

"I'm trying to get you ready for bed dude," he said, obvious annoyance in his voice. Dick nearly laughed, knowing his lover was trying so hard to stay mad at him.

"But Wally…" he whined softly into the red-head's ear, "This is how I want you to put me to bed…"

"You're drunk. How did you even manage to get drunk and make it here as Robin without being caught…" Wally replied, finally having gotten the baby bat out of his uniform as he picked him up bridal style. He plopped the teen down on their small bed and covered him with the blanket.

"I need you now…" Dick said.

"I'll talk to you in the morning. I hope you have a killer hangover. I love you babe. Goodnight." Wally said, planting kiss on his lover's forehead, and turning over to sleep. Dick turned to face the boy's pale back and started to draw inconsistent lines on it gently. He knew he'd upset Wally and really couldn't bring himself to beg him for his attention anymore. It was his own damn fault for hurting his lover like this. With a deep sigh, Dick managed to place a light kiss on Wally's back before giving into his swimming brain and turning over, closing his eyes.

Richard Grayson.

Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Richard Grayson.

Robin, the Boy Wonder.

"Look, it's Batman and Robin! How will that kid ever become the new Batman someday?"

"Richard Grayson is so hot. He's Bruce Wayne's ward, and a play boy just like him."

Who am I?

Am I really going to turn so cold and have so much pain that I can put everything on the line for a mission?

Am I really only Bruce Wayne's stuck up ward to the world? The circus boy who grew up surrounded by women? Even though I didn't…

I'm just…Dick Grayson right? My parents were killed during a circus performance and Batman gave me the opportunity to avenge them. Then I became the first side kick…the youngest of my team. Still, I've been at this longer than any of them. But…I'm also more than a hero. I'm a straight A student, a mathlete, I'm graduating this year. That's all good right?

"Richard Grayson is gay!"

"He's dating that boy, the one who's father raped and beat him all the time."

"He's gotta be dating him out of pity."

"It would explain why I could get a date with him. What a shame. That Wallace kid is only using him for his money and connections."

"Didn't you hear? Grayson moved into his boyfriend's little apartment in Central. He's playing house, pretending to be like everyone else…except for the gay thing."

Dick watched faceless people harass and judge him. They didn't know who he really was, no one did. Few people anyways. Bruce knew, Alfred knew, his parents knew, and Wally knew. To the rest of the world he was either Bruce Wayne's ward or Batman's protégé.

"Hey wake up. I'm back from work. Have you honestly been asleep this whole time?"

Dick opened his eyes and sat up, his body feeling overused and heavy. He automatically took the cup of hot tea and plate of cut up watermelon from his boyfriend. He almost smiled at the sight of Wally dressed for his job as an assistant at Central's nursing home. He was wearing all white and it made Dick think he was looking at an angel for a second, before realizing it was just his hangover kicking in.

"What time is it? Your work started at five in the morning right?" he asked before sipping the hot liquid.

"Yeah. It's now four in the afternoon," Wally answered before sitting on the edge of the bed, "Your drinking…you're really starting to scare me Dick. It's gotten so bad…" he said sadly.

Dick gripped the hot mug in his hands and winced at the words. He hated disappointing Wally and putting him through more pain than he had to go through already. He was supposed to be there for him, be the one person who wouldn't upset him. Now he was the only thing hurting him and Dick felt terrible for it.

"I know it's the coping method you've chosen. I know you've gotten a lot of hell from the media for our relationship and from school and friends. I know it's hard for you to be the ward of a billionaire and the side kick to the Batman. I just know that drinking is not the way to fixing anything. It's exactly how I was when I went out having sex with anyone I met or when I'd turn to drugs." Wally continued.

"I want to stop…you know I do." Dick replied quietly. Wally kissed the boy's forehead.

"If it happens again…I can't keep it from Bruce anymore Dick. I can get into some serious trouble and so can you. What if the media gets ahold of this? We've been caught drinking before remember?" he asked. Dick nodded, thinking back to times Wally took him out and let him drink just a little too much.

"I know. We're always in the news. Well Bruce is and I am. You just happen to be my boyfriend…" he pointed out. Wally rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm going to be blinded if one more camera snaps in my face." He joked lightly.

Dick knew Wally was still getting used to a life of cameras outside of hero business. Wally didn't complain too much about it, but Dick wouldn't blame him if he did. Sometimes he wished his own face was a mask he could just take off. It felt like a mask. Even dating Wally, Dick had to pretend to flirt with women and not act like Wally meant more to him than a good time and an escape from his life of "glamour". It frustrated him to know end. It always made him feel silly though, because all he had ever wanted was to make Wally's life easier, not harder.

Ever since they mind melded a year ago and Dick saw the terrible things that had happened to Wally, felt what his lover felt, he was always amazed with the way Wally stayed so positive all the time. He worked hard to make money, pay for school, and tried his best not to ask anyone for favors. Dick wondered if Wally ever saw him as a joke like everyone else. He knew Wally wanted to take care of him, he knew Wally never wanted Dick to pay for anything. Dick knew it was a pride thing so he would only take Wally out on expensive dates about once every couple of months.

It wasn't that Dick was insecure in their relationship, in fact, he was the more daring of the two. Especially when it came to the intimate part of their relationship. He knew how to be in charge, hell he could make the speedster melt with the batting of his dark eye lashes. He was well aware that Wally loved him more than anything, he'd told him how he was love with him since he was thirteen years old. Dick never doubted it. He thought about the first time he realized he wanted to be more than best friend's with Wally. When he'd found out about his boyfriend's home life and subsequently about Wally's sexuality and the feelings he had towards him, Dick had had an insane desire to just kiss him. He did. And while Wally was gone, he had done a lot of thinking. He wasn't sure if he was gay or if he'd like being with a man at all, but what he knew was that some new feelings had been stirred inside of him after that kiss. He smiled to himself thinking about how he'd built up the courage to officially ask Wally out on a date and then having to convince him that it was okay.

Dick couldn't be any happier with the choice he'd made to date his best friend. Wally was always respectful, never forced him to do anything he wasn't ready for. Even Bruce had approved of him so it was pretty amazing. Bruce took the time to sit Dick down and really give him "the talk" since all of his real life flirting had been staged. Mostly. Dick wasn't totally innocent with the women he picked up, how could he be? Still, he wasn't anywhere near experienced, especially the way Wally was. He'd told Bruce that he was planning on losing his virginity to Wally. He'd told Bruce he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to impress Wally after how many partners he'd been with and Bruce tried to talk to him about all of it. Of course Bruce didn't know how to give a talk for two dating boys.

"Anyways," Wally's voice brought Dick back from his thoughts, "I'm sorry I put you through so much stress babe. School must suck for you." He said scratching the back of his head. Dick snorted at the comment.

"It's not like I wasn't considered a freak before. Hello? How many other kids were circus performers who got adopted by a billionaire? It's not like being gay and drunk are what made school suck in the first place." He explained with a shrug. He explained to Wally he was feeling sick and went to the bathroom to take a shower and try not to throw up.

You have got to stop this.

Stop drinking.

Stop.

Stop.

You're hurting people.

Bruce is worried about you and suspicious.

Wally is heart broken.

Remember how you felt when you saw the effects of his drugs?

The aftermath of him being loose with people?

He doesn't want to see you go through those kinds of things.

If you can endure training sessions with Batman, you can stop drinking.

Stop feeling so sorry for yourself.

You're the freaking boy wonder!

Dick sighed and ran shampoo through his charcoal black hair and rubbed a bar of soap over his body. He was glad he could at least get the smell of Gotham's dirty darkness from his body. He couldn't help but sink to the floor of the shower, putting his head between his knees and closing his eyes. He was tired and nauseas. He tried to breathe and concentrate on standing again, but his body just wouldn't allow for it.

Dick opened his eyes and looked at himself. His inner thighs were permanently marked with puffy burn scars that Wally had left on him from when they mind melded after a spell was cast to make Wally's dad not reveal his secret identity. Dick had never blamed Wally for what happened, but he knew Wally blamed himself every time Dick took his clothes off. Wally had a hard enough time looking at the faded scars from the time Dick had been blown up by the joker. Wally considered that event his fault too. Dick had ended up in a coma, causing Wally to turn to drugs again. If only Wally knew the guilt Dick felt for that. He tries to distract Wally whenever he's undressed so the speedster won't feel so bad. Usually he succeeds by not flirting and seducing him.

Seduction was always something that came easily to Dick, even before he cashed in his v card to Wally. He was pretty good at it with all of the cocky arrogance he'd had to put on for ladies when he was out as Richard Grayson. He loved being in charge of the sex in his relationship with Wally. This way Dick always knew when he was going to get laid. He couldn't imagine how nervous it made Wally feel, but he smirked at the idea. The only time he couldn't get Wally to sleep with him was when he was drunk. It had happened a couple of times in the past and it completely changed Wally's moral code. If Dick was drunk, he was not getting sex of any kind from his boyfriend.

Dick smiled absentmindedly at the scars on his body, they were reminders of how much Wally loved him. How much he loved Wally. Of course, he would never say that to his best friend. Wally would probably be disgusted at Dick for thinking that way. Dick listened, hearing the bathroom door open, but unable to look up. His head just felt too heavy at the moment and if he moved, he thought he might throw up. He didn't want to throw up, knowing Wally was in the bathroom now.

"Are you okay?" Wally asked, drawing the curtains back and turning off the shower to stare at his boyfriend sitting on the shower floor. Dick slightly shook his head as he watched the last of the water run down the drain. He blushed as he felt a large towel come down on him. Wally was drying him off, starting with his back and shoulders, then roughly rubbing it over his soaked hair before prying Dick from the tub. In a slippery ungraceful heap, the two boys landed with a thud on the tiled floor. Wally half smiled and pulled a wrapped up boy wonder into his lap. Dick leaned his head back onto Wally's shoulder and let his blue eyes rest on the speedster's collar bone, where he began kissing slowly.

"I love you Wally," he whispered.


It had been eight days since Dick had last seen Wally. He and Bruce were now undercover in Bludhaven looking for a man who was supposed to be in charge of a trafficking ring there. He wasn't sure if Bruce was going to solve this one anytime soon though because this city was crawling with criminals and Batman and Robin hadn't quit taking them down since they got there, almost having no spare time. Tonight though, Dick had decided to take things into his own hands. Batman and Robin sightings were creating a mess for the two heroes and so gangs were trying to lower their profiles. He couldn't just swing around on buildings and wait for someone to slip up. He had to find something new out for himself, because if he didn't, he was going to lose it. Since Bruce was monitoring him, he hadn't been able to touch a drink.

Beating the crap out of bad guys was his substitute but now he wanted the real deal. The man who was trafficking people around the city. Normally, Bruce would let the police handle it, but women who were apart of this ring were disappearing and ending up dead every night for the last two months. Being Dick Grayson, he knew he couldn't just walk around in his normal clothes. Instead, he settled for a pair of faded jeans, a black shirt with a dark blue jacket, and worn out sneakers. Dick snickered as he drove down the street when he thought about how he had "borrowed" a beat up old van. His plan was to act like a potential customer and see what kind of information he could get. He knew he had to hurry because if Bruce was right about this suspect, there would be another murder tonight.

Not many people took these deaths very seriously. Most figured it came with the territory of becoming a prostitute, and not many people cared for these girls. The ones found dead were always girls who had severed ties to their families. There was no one to miss them or put out a report for them. Dick pulled over near a side walk like he'd done four other times that night, where he could see activity going on and looked at the time on his cell phone. It was just before midnight and he shivered with the idea of what could happen. There were several women parading around this area. He looked up, and having known wearing sun glasses would be suspicious at night, he had opted for a pair of mud brown contact lenses. With an implying grin, he caught the attention of a gal who looked as if she could have once been the most beautiful creature on Earth. As she drew closer, it took Dick a lot of nerve not to look disgusted. She was thin and pale, almost jaundice in color. Her face was loaded with red lipstick and purple eye shadow. Her dull red hair was matted and pulled back into a messy pony tail. Her eyes definitely caught Dick's attention, as they were the same color green as Wally's, but not as vibrant and definitely sunken in. They looked hopeless and withdrawn while the woman smiled at him as she got into his passenger seat. She was wearing a cut jean skirt and a braless pink tube top. Dick could see the off color on her arm where she'd tried to slather makeup over injection spots. She didn't hide her bruises or cuts though and he wondered why.

"How much?" Dick asked her.

"Fifty dollars." The woman answered, extending her bony hand. Dick pulled out the money and handed it to her, then held up three hundred dollars and fanned them in front of her. She looked shocked at first but then narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"What do you want? You ain't no cop are ya? I don't play these kind of games." she snapped, her hand going for the car handle. Dick had already locked it, and as much as he hated scaring her, he was sure it was necessary.

"I'm not a cop. I just thought that you could give me more of your time and I'll pay you for it. That doesn't even count the motel room and new dress I'll buy for you. What's your name?" Dick played calmly. The woman's body stayed stiff, but she seemed less put off by the teen.

"It's Bunny…what kind of time could you want from me to offer me so much nice things?" she replied.

"I just want you to show me around here. I'm new and I wasn't sure where I could…get a fix." Dick answered, remembering how Wally had referred to the use of drugs. "What's your real name?" he continued.

"It's…Jessica. I can take you to someone, but he aint gonna 'preciate me bringun a cocky sonofabitch like you. You don't look like someone who uses." The red head answered, smacking her lips together.

"I'm new at it. But I need the best." Dick told her, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal. Jessica looked uneasy so he brought his hand to her cheek, pulling her face to his.

"Babe," he whispered against her ear, "Don't worry about it, I'll protect you." He let go of her in a fluid motion and nearly chuckled at the sight of her flustered face. She probably wasn't used to the gentle type of men at all. Dick unlocked the car door, trying to show her his trust. She looked as if she were going to take the bait when suddenly two hands started to bang against the window glass, frightening both Dick and Jessica. The hooded person pulled the door open and threw the prostitute out, yelling at her to take her money and run. Of course, Jessica did. The hood was thrown back and the now blonde woman, though younger than Jessica, was looking at Dick.

"You stupid filthy pig!" she shouted. Dick's jaw dropped as he realized it. He was staring into a pair of very familiar ice blue eyes.

"Maggie?" he asked calmly. The lady lost her footing for a second and she looked closer at the teen.

"Richard?" she replied, eyes widening. She looked around then jumped in the seat and closed the door.

"What the hell are you doing? Did Wally send you to spy on me?" she hissed.

"Are you kidding me? Why are you even in Bludhaven Maggie? By the way, thanks for letting her get away." Dick groaned.

"I'm trying to help these girls! What are you doing here? Aren't you gay? Did Wally dump you or something?" the witch girl growled.

"First of all, I'm Richard Grayson. I don't have to go pay prostitutes to sleep with me. I can screw any girl I want, which I don't. I'm with Wally, but I'm under cover for…you know…and we're trying to catch whoever is murdering these women." Dick explained. Maggie sighed a breath of relief as she leaned against her seat.

"Looks like we're on the same side." She said.

"I know helping these girls means a lot to you…Wally told me you used to live here and…work…here. But I don't want you getting hurt…" Dick told her. Maggie rolled her eyes.

"I can take care of myself. Look, let me help you. You need someone who can show you around." She offered. Dick thought about it. He knew that he didn't need her. He was trained by the world's greatest detective. There wasn't really anything Maggie could do for him that he couldn't do for himself, and he had a feeling she knew it too. But for whatever reason, he wanted to know what this woman was up to. Besides, he knew Wally cared about her safety, even if they didn't talk anymore. He felt like he needed to keep an eye on her.

"Fine. You know the guy running this thing?" he asked.

"No. But, I can get you inside. Look, the women are nothing. The person who's pimping them is keeping a closer eye on his drug supply. My guess is that he's got beef with a rival, who's been sending men here to hurt these girls. There's a message that's trying to get across." Maggie answered. Dick nodded, no longer listening to the red lips speak. He spotted a man coming out of an alley way, with two other's following him. They were walking towards Dick's car and had already spotted him looking their way.

"Maggie, shut up." He hissed. Maggie saw the men, as they cupped their eyes to peer into the window. Dick nearly yelped when Maggie began to unfasten his jeans and lower her head. Dick, flustered, looked up to see the men grinning at Dick and one gave the other an elbow to the side before they started to walk off.

"Sorry," Maggie snickered as she popped up, "had to make it look interesting in here."

"You're a little too good at pretending to give head. Do you know those two?" Dick asked, zipping up the fly of his pants. Maggie grimaced.

"Yeah. One's my boss." She groaned. Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"I've been under cover for the last three days." Maggie shrugged.

"Don't they know your dad is a cop by now?" Dick questioned. Maggie pushed her blonde waves behind her head to reveal an amber colored amulet.

"They don't even know it's me. To them, I am Candy, a dark skinned, black haired, emerald eyed beauty. I made it so they couldn't resist hiring me." She explained.

"Nice magic skills. How come I can see you?" Dick asked. Maggie shrugged.

"Maybe because you're trustworthy or something. Don't know exactly. But come on, I'll introduce you." Maggie said as she hopped out of the car. Dick cringed when she took off her coat to reveal a cheap, tight red dress. It barely went past her thighs and it looked…dirty. She definitely knew what she was doing and he wasn't sure that was a good thing. He could just see Wally flipping out if he saw this. He still wasn't sure if he was going to tell the speedster at all.

Maggie led Dick to where the two men had gone, which was a small, exclusive strip club. Maggie grabbed two red wine glasses from a tray and handed one to Dick, unaware of the fact that he was petrified by it. He couldn't tell if he wanted to chug it or chuck it. He settled for starting with a sip and following Maggie to a booth where the two men sat. He wasn't sure what the disguised girl had whispered into the older man's ear, but he knew whatever it was, it worked. The man smiled mischievously and Maggie gestured for Dick to come sit with them. He did, ruffling his ebony hair as he sat.

"So," the older man said, "Candy here tells me you want in on the business?" Dick nodded.

"That's right. I'm your guy. I'm smart, I can fight, I can sell." He assured them. The two men looked at each other and laughed. One made a gesture over Dick's head and a girl walked up to the booth. She was wearing a pink wig and a pink skirt. There was nothing covering her chest or torso. She smiled, holding out an old shoe box to the oldest man. He took it, thanked the girl, and waved her on his way. Dick wasn't surprised when the man slid the box across the table at him and he opened it to peek at the contents. Bag after bag of the white snowflakes that Wally used to carry around with him.

"We'll start you with that. You see those all, bring me the money by the end of the week, and I'll move you up." The man explained.

"Right. So who am I selling for?" Dick tried. The two men cracked up laughing.

"That's on a need to know basis. Now kid, what's your name?" the oldest asked.

"My name…is Jason…" he answered. Maggie looked at him with a tilted eyebrow and he barely rolled her eyes at her with an answer. The oldest man held his hand out and Dick shook it, accepting the deal.


"I could've driven." Dick said as they pulled up to the motel parking lot. Maggie snorted at the comment.

"Right. You were sipping wine like you got dumped. Give me a second." She said, suddenly unzipping her dress. Dick blushed and looked away as Maggie wiggled into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She then walked Dick to his motel room. They sat on the bed.

"I'm telling Wally you're here…" Dick mumbled, not looking away from the shoe box he held.

"I figured as much. But I know you won't do it until you get this guy. If you tell Wally now, he'll find a way to stop us both from investigating." Maggie replied, stretching and laying down.

"Besides," she continued with a sigh, "He doesn't need to come speeding over here and have to be reminded of what happens to people who are used for sex with drug addictions."

"Wally never…sold himself." Dick said defensively, unaware of the way he was glaring at the blond woman.

"Maybe not for money, or drugs even. But he did. Every time his father would come to him and he'd go out and have sex, he'd do it in exchange for a moment of feeling something else. I know you love him Grayson, but until you have to give away your body for survival, I don't expect you to understand." Maggie said, getting up to leave. Dick threw her some cab money and locked the door after she left. He took out his contacts and sat back down. He opened the shoe box and pulled out a baggie.

"Wally…" he whispered. He knew Maggie was right. He wouldn't ever understand what these women who were being murdered and beaten every day went through. He'd see plenty of it to recognize it, but not to empathize with it. Not truly. He felt disgusted with himself when a pang of jealousy went through him. He was jealous of Maggie. She understood Wally's choices a lot more than Dick did. Shutting the powder back into the box and tossing it under the bed, he crashed back into his pillows in frustration. He may not know what it was like to get beaten by a loved one, have his body used, but there was one thing he did understand as he fell asleep dizzily. That was addiction. And suddenly the wine on his own breath made him sick.