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Roy- 13 years old

Dick- 8 years old

This isn't even funny... well, maybe to me, I don't know about you.

"No, Ollie! There is no way I'm going to do this!" Roy said angrily, obviously less than happy with whatever Ollie told him to do.

"Please, Roy! I'm busy and you know that there's nobody else who's free either." Ollie reasoned.

Roy just glared furiously at his mentor. He never got what he wanted. He was supposed to go on a date with Rachel, the new girl at his school. But Roy couldn't even get that. Roy now had the job of babysitter (a word he now despised) of Robin. As in, Robin, the Boy Wonder.

"Why am I supposed to do this anyway? Can't the kid take care of himself?" Roy demanded.

"You haven't even met him yet. At least give it a chance." Ollie said exasperatedly. Roy was definitely getting on his nerves. He was losing his patience.

"But-"

His sentence was interrupted by Dinah, who was watching them from the moment they started their conversation.

"Roy Harper! You will take care of Robin, and I don't care if you hate it as long as you do it!" Dinah was definitely a force of nature.

Roy gulped. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Me and Ollie are going on a mission with the other Leaguers. We will be back by tomorrow. Batman will be here soon with Robin." And with those final words, Black Canary and Green Arrow left through the Zeta-tubes.

Roy groaned once they were gone and he was alone in the Watchtower. He made his way over to the couch and sat with slumped shoulders.

"Noooo, but I don't want you to go!" Roy looked in the general direction of where the voice had came from. It was a child's.

A deeper voice answered, one that was gravelly. "I'm sorry, but I'm needed for the mission."

Roy got up from his spot and searched for the source of the voices. He was greeted with the sight of the dynamic duo.

"But you won't be here! Why can't I come with you?" Robin asked.

"You're too young and this is strictly league business. I'll be back in a day or two." If Roy didn't know better, he could have sworn that Batman's tone got a bit softer. "You'll be watched by Speedy, just until I come back. Okay?"

Robin sniffled. "Okay." Batman reached down to hug the small boy (did he just see that?) and started to walk towards Roy.

Roy stared at Batman as he got closer and closer. He was so dark and intimidating that he almost peed himself. This was not uncommon for people who had never been in the presence of the Dark Knight before.

"Here. You might need this." Batman handed Roy a fairly long list. Roy blinked in confusion.

"If my son is not in one piece by the time I get back from the mission, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and you will wake up breathing through a tube. Got it , Harper?" Batman growled.

Roy nodded his head in a panic.

Batman swiftly walked away and toward the Zeta-tubes.

Roy took in the appearance of the kid. He looked about six or seven years old, considering his height. Maybe eight if he was small for his age. His ebony hair hung in his face, almost reaching the beautiful blue eyes that had the look of wonder in them. He was wearing a gray hoodie and plain jeans.

He tentatively reached out his hand toward the older boy. "Hi." Robin spoke nervously.

Roy was shocked. How could this boy, this child, work with one of the meanest Leaguers on the harsh streets of Gotham? He was surprised that the kid hadn't been killed yet.

"Hi." He responded unsurely, shaking his hand. "I'm Speedy, but my real name is Roy."

"Cool!" Robin suddenly got excited, his eyes lighting up. As if he genuinely thought it was cool to meet him. "I'm Robin, but you can call me Dick."

"Nice to meet you too." He said. Roy glanced at the list. It was strange, to say the least.

He mumbled to himself, reading just a few of the rules. "No sweets, must not play in the rafters, no hide and seek?!" Man, Batman sure was a killjoy.

Roy sighed. "Alright, Dick, what do you want to do?"

Dick stayed silent for a few moments, thinking of what things that they could do.

"Maybe we could play hide and seek!" Dick says enthusiastically, bouncing up and down.

"But kid, the list said not to-"

He was interrupted the second time today, but this time by a creepy cackle. Shivers ran up his spine.

"Oh, crap! I'm dead!" Roy said, panicking. Dick was gone.

Three hours later...

"Dick! Dick! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Roy yelled. This was definitely not how he had hoped this would go.

For the last three hours, Roy had checked in every possible place that a kid his size could have gone. He even looked in the refrigerator.

Little did he know that Robin had access to the air vents and was currently sleeping away.

Thirty minutes later, Roy was changing back into his regular clothes after double checking the pool.

Roy sat down and thought deeply for a while. He hadn't heard Robin leave the Watchtower from the Zeta-tubes and he doubted that the kid was stupid enough to go out from the air-lock.

'Where can he be?' Roy asked himself.

He then heard a blood-curdling scream. It seemed to echo everywhere. Roy gasped in realization. 'The air vents.'

He rushed around the tower, trying to find out where the noise was loudest. Roy heard light sobbing around the kitchen area. He picked the grate off the vent and within moments, was in it.

Roy crawled around for a bit, despite how uncomfortable he was. He just had to get to the boy. Then he spotted Dick. He looked even smaller when he was curled up in a ball with tears streaming down his face.

Roy felt a surge of overprotectiveness for this boy. That feeling was unfamiliar, so he just ignored it and continued to go toward him.

Dick flung himself toward Roy, who looked shocked at the display of affection. His arms made their way around his shoulders and he rested his head on the mop of black hair.

Dick continued to cry while Roy rubbed soothing circles into his back. After a while, Roy decided that they should get back to the kitchen.

"Hey, buddy. We need to get out of here." Roy said gently (where did that come from?). They both made their way toward the exit of the vents and hopped out.

Dick looked extremely tired, even though he had taken a short nap, so Roy scooped him up and walked toward the couch. He set Dick down and gathered some blankets. He put them on Dick and was just about to walk away when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"Please stay with me." Dick said.

Roy smiled. "Sure, kiddo."

So Roy laid down on the couch, trying to give Dick as much room as possible. But the boy simply snuggled up on his chest, flinging one of Roy's arms around his lithe body. Then he fell asleep.

Roy succumbed to sleep after staying there for a while. He figured that he would go to sleep for only a few minutes.

Roy awoke to familiar voices. Ones that were being too loud. They sounded distant.

"That is the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

"Oh, oh, take a picture from this angle!"

"Hey, no hogging the camera!"

"Mwahahaha! This is perfect blackmail!"

Roy opened his eyes. The whole entire Justice League was in front of him. And they were taking pictures.

Wonder Woman, Black Canary, and Hawkwoman were smiling at him, all gushing about how adorable he and Dick were. Wait, Dick?

He looked at his chest, and snuggled up on him, with his head in the crook of his neck was Dick. Of course. The events of this afternoon (or was it last afternoon?) came rushing back to him.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily. The female members of the league giggled.

Flash came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "We came back a little earlier than we had thought. It's about eight o'clock. At night."

Batman came up to him and gruffly said, "Good job." Then he picked up Dick and carried him to the Zeta-tubes.

Roy had to admit that the kid had grown on him. But he wasn't about ready to admit it either.

"Sooo, Ollie..." Roy said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think that I can babysit next weekend?"

And they all lived happily ever after! The end!

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