A/N This fanfic will be filled with one-shots about our favorite (well, my favorite) Robin from Young Justice! Any ideas are very much appreciated!

I have had some bad writer's block lately, so I'm trying to restart my creativity. I apologize to my Harry Potter fans, but I have lost my inspiration at the moment.

Sorry if the characters are a little off, but this is fan fiction after all!

Disclaimer: Why would I be here if I owned Young Justice?

Hidden Bruises

Robin dodged to the side before a punch could hit his jaw. Wally moved fast, but that didn't mean Robin couldn't try to predict his moves.

After several more minutes of both of the two throwing kicks and punches and the other jumping out of the way, they both decided to call it.

Robin sat leaning against the wall as Wally handed him a bottle of water. Wally sat down next to him as Robin took in gulps of the cool, fresh liquid.

"Hey Rob?" KF asked suddenly. "What is that on your face?"

Robin chuckled. "It's called sweat Kid Idiot."

Wally thought for a moment before he reached a hand out and brushed his fingers against Robin's cheek. A tan substance came off from the skin.

"Why are you wearing makeup?"

Robin looked down, his shoes suddenly becoming a wonder to him. "What are you talking about? You're just tired from the match. Maybe you should go rest or something," he said, in hopes that he would be left alone.

Wally seemed to get the hint. He stood up and grabbed his water bottle.

Once he was alone, Robin took one last swig of water before heading off to the shower.

Robin walked out of his room in his usual civvies, his hair damp and dark glasses placed over his eyes. He made his way to the kitchen, where Megan appeared to be baking something.

"Oh! Hi Robin! You're just in time! Cookies are in the oven and they're… what happened?" Megan's expression went from excited to concern in a matter of seconds.

"Robin?" Megan said cautiously. "Why are there bruises on your face?" But Robin turned away from her and stalked off.

Robin sat down on a couch by the television, where Artemis and Wally were fighting over who had possession over the remote.

"Robin! Don't you agree that 'Walking Dead' is way cooler than some stupid interview?" Wally asked in a yell, shooting glares over at Artemis.

Robin rolled his eyes and said, "Wally, didn't you watch 'Walking Dead' for hours yesterday?"

"HA!" Artemis yelled, pointing a finger at Wally. She snatched the remote from his hand and flipped the station. An interview with Richard Grayson was being shown.

Oh, how Robin wished he'd said Walking Dead.

"Richard Grayson is pretty handsome, don't you think? Sparkling blue eyes and dark hair," Artemis smirked as Wally made a face at the screen.

"I don't see what's so great about him. And he's so short! Isn't he, like, twelve years old?" Wally said, amused as a slight blush crept onto his friend's face. Robin always hated it when KF teased him about his height.

Wally turned back to the screen for mere seconds before his head snapped back to Robin's face. Robin, whose cheek and jaw were littered with bruises.

"Robin, tell me what happened," Wally said. How could anyone possibly catch Robin long enough to land the blows to bruise him so much? The kid could hide and dodge hits like nobody's business!

"Look, KF, it's really nothing," Robin said through gritted teeth. The makeup make have washed off in the shower!

"Rob, don't give me that crap. I know you. This is not just nothing."

Robin sighed and looked around. Artemis had left the room.

"Dick? Who did this to you?" Wally said in a hushed tone.

"A few guys at school gave me a hard time earlier," Dick admitted.

"You're being bullied? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I could handle it! And besides, I can't fight back like I can as Robin. People will get suspicious," Dick said.

"Does Bruce know?" Wally asked.

Dick shook his head. "He's too busy right now. I don't want him to be an overprotective Daddy Bats 24/7." Wally would have laughed if the situation had been different.

"Understandable. Well, you can be sure that I'll give those jerks a piece of my mind," Wally said seriously.

"Thanks, but I can handle it," Richard tried.

Wally laughed and ruffled Dick's raven hair. "You're still like a little brother to me."

Dick's lip formed a mock pout, but he soon couldn't hide the grin from spreading on his face. "Thanks, bro. Anyway," Robin said, standing up and stretching his arms. "I call dibs on the cookies."

Kid Flash shook his head and immediately stood up. "No way, Boy Blunder!"

The two raced to the kitchen. Unfortunately, when Robin got there, Wally already had four cookies in his hand and two in his mouth.