Rating: Explict (NC-17)
Pairings (in order): Wonder Woman/Dick Grayson (Chapter 4), Flash/Dick Grayson + Batman/Kid Flash (Chapter 5), Wally West/Dick Grayson + Justice League/Dick Grayson + Justice League/Wally West (Chapter 6-End)
Characters: Kid Flash, Robin, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Aquaman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern

Summary: Dick and Wally are kidnapped into an AU where the Justice League isn't all that just, and the boys are "appetizers" at the celebration of a successful mission.

Notes: Good parts start in Chapter 4 with Wonder Woman/Dick Grayson. (Unless you have a uniform kink, then it's right away) But trust me, they're in there. On the screwed up side of the scale. Bondage, non-con, food kink.


Chapter 1: A Boy and his Uniform


Dick Grayson woke up in his own bed. He stared at his own ceiling from under his own silk red sheets; when he sat up, he put his feet down on his own plush white carpet. Something was odd, though, and it wasn't just the evening light that filtered through the elaborate wrought iron on the windows. Afternoon naps were not uncommon in the Wayne household.

He didn't remember lying down.

Dick carefully paced around his room, touching everything, trying to shake the feeling of wrongness. Even when he ran his fingers over his drawers and nightstand with his eyes closed, nothing was amiss: everything in its place, not a nanometer off.

So what ...? He concentrated.

Warehouse infiltration with the team, flash of white … I must have passed out, he finally concluded, and exhaled definitively. I'm fine... and hungry.

He pulled on a pair of familiar sweats and a t-shirt, worn in all the right spots, and headed toward the door. Just as he reached for the handle, though, the filigreed knob twisted beneath his fingers and swung open.

"Ah, Master Richard." Alfred gently swung the door inward while balancing a tray with juice, soup and bread in the unoccupied hand. "I see that you're awake. Master Bruce will be pleased that you can make it to the party."

Dick backed into the room as the butler passed over the threshold to set the tray on the table.

"Party?"

Alfred nodded. "It's a little bit of an get together to celebrate the completion of a tough Justice League case." He unwrapped the silverware carefully next to the bowl. "But Master Bruce was hoping to celebrate your recent high school graduation as well."

The 17-year-old nodded - immediately after the school year, things had gotten hectic around Happy Harbor, and the party Alfred had planned kept getting delayed. Which was fine by Dick, of course, he wasn't really one for those sorts of things anyway.

"What case?" asked Dick. Is that why I couldn't remember what I did yesterday? "How did I get home last night?"

"Oh, the case was not assigned to you or your comrades, Master Dick. And you came home after an unexpected encounter with the villian called 'Psimon,' I believe. Is everything alright? You seemed just fine last night. Or should I say this morning?"

"Ah, okay," Dick frowned and shook it off. The after-effects of dealing with Psimon could certainly explain his odd feelings. "I'm fine. I'll let Bruce know if it's a problem later."

Alfred sent him a kind smile. "Well, enjoy a small meal now. Dinner won't be for a while yet. When you're done eating, Master Bruce has requested that you wear a uniform to the party since it is in honor of your graduation."

Alfred swung open the closet doors and pushed aside racks of Richard's clothes. "I'm afraid that there was an incident at the dry cleaners with your most recent uniform, but I hope you'll find the one from the year before fitting?"

He laid out Dick's junior year uniform on the bed.

"Sure," shrugged Dick. "No problem."

"Very well, sir. Enjoy your meal and take your time. Everyone is just enjoying drinks and awaiting the appetizers in the drawing room." Alfred bowed his head just slightly on his way out the door.

Dick wolfed down the tomato bisque and slipped into his school pants and shirt between gulps of OJ and bites of the bread. Half a slice still hung from his teeth as he buttoned his collar and pulled out his tie.

The design of his uniform hadn't changed in years: still the same blazer and slacks getup since 8th grade. He'd shot up almost ten inches inches since then, though, and filled out through the shoulders quite a bit ... even since last year, apparently. Dick wiggled a little, but he couldn't get the sleeves to sit quite right. Not a big deal - there were just few things he hated more than restrictive clothing.

Dick took another bite and bounced up and down experimentally, tugging on the barely too short pants and blazer that puckered and pulled when he folded his arms over his chest. Annoying.

But not a big deal.

He'd only have them on for a little while.