Chapter 1

When Barry Allen opened his apartment door at three forty-five in the morning, he hadn't expected to find Richard Grayson, soaked to the bone and sobbing his cerulean blue eyes out.

"Dick," Barry said, quickly ushering the thirteen year old into the apartment before rushing to the bathroom to grab a towel while shouting for his wife Iris and nephew Wally.

"Wha's goin' on?" Wally grumbled as he walked into the living room with his aunt. When he and Iris caught sight of Barry trying desperately to dry Dick off, they both reacted instantly.

"Dick!" Wally cried, speeding over to his best friend and quickly helping his uncle. "What are you doing here?"

Dick only shook his head and refused to say anything until an hour later when he was sat next to Wally on the couch, dressed in some of Wally's clothes that were a little too big.

"Richard, what happened?" Barry asked softly, crouching in front of the boy. "Is it Bruce?"

Dick didn't say anything, though he kept his eyes on the ground as he nodded.

"What did he do this time?" Wally asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dick was quiet for awhile before answering in a very soft voice.

"It wasn't all him. I...never told him...I'm a Vampire."

"You're joking, right?" Wally asked, snorting. At the batglare Dick sent his way, Wally sobered instantly. "You're not joking."

"Bruce...he declared that all vampires are evil," Dick whispered, wrapping the blanket a little more around his shoulders. "And I just...I had just been about to tell him what I was."

"Does anyone else know?" Barry asked, frowning.

"Alfred knows," Dick admitted. "Haley told him and Alfred swore he'd never tell Bruce until I was ready. And now…"
"Now you never want to tell Bruce," Wally concluded. "Dude, you're a Vampire. That...actually makes so much sense."

Dick's lips twitched upwards in a small smile. "How so?"

"Your agility, your 'vanishing act', the way you seem to heal a little faster than you should-"

Dick laughed loudly and Wally found himself smiling along as well, glad his friend seemed to be getting his spirits back up.

"Thanks Wally," Dick said, smiling. Not a second later though, his smile fell and he tried to discreetly place a hand on his stomach.

"I'll go set up the blow up mattress in Wally's room," Iris declared, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder and forcing Barry after her.

As soon as the adults were gone, Wally looked over at Dick. "What's wrong?"

Dick only shook his head, though it seemed to Wally that something was indeed wrong.

"Dick, you can trust me," Wally whispered. "I mean, you just told me your second biggest secret, man. I think you can tell me what's wrong."

"I'm hungry," Dick whispered, though he wouldn't meet Wally's eyes when he said it. "I kinda...haven't been eating much and so...Wally, I can smell your blood and it's driving me insane."

Wally's lips parted slightly in realization and the two sat in uncomfortable silence until Wally grabbed Dick's wrist and forced the thirteen year old off the couch and over to the kitchen.

"Sit," Wally ordered, pushing Dick into the kitchen chair. Dick sighed, placing an elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand.

"Wally, what are you doing?" Dick asked, though he sat bolt upright with a loud gasp a second later as he watched Wally pull out a sharp knife and cut open his own forearm.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, rushing over and placing a hand over Wally's cut, trying to stop the bloodflow. However, at such close proximity to it and in his current hungry state, Dick found himself very light headed and faint.

"I told you to sit down," Wally grumbled, pulling his arm out of Dick's grasp and leading the boy back over to the kitchen table. "Dick, you're my best friend and I don't want to lose you. I'm helping you."

"W-what?" Dick stammered, frowning. His vision was swimming and the smell of Wally's blood was a little much.

Wally rolled his eyes and placed his injured arm on the table. "I'm helping you."

"You...want me to drink your blood?" Dick asked, frowning, though he felt his fangs pierce his gums at the idea.

"Yes," Wally declared firmly. "Yes, Dick, I do and it's not just some kink. Besides...I've kind of had a crush on you for awhile."

He blushed madly and looked away from Dick before taking a slow breath and looking back.

"Come on," he prompted quietly, looking back over towards the door to the kitchen. "Before Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris come back in."

Dick hesitated for a small second before taking his best friend's arm in his hands.

"It might sting a little," he said by way of apology. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Perfect," Wally promised, trying not to wince in disgust when Dick placed his lips over the cut and began to drink.

Less than two minutes later, he stopped and got to his feet, forcing Wally up and over to the sink.

"Come on," Dick prompted, jumping up on the counter and licking the blood off his lips. "Clean yourself off before you bleed to death."

Wally scoffed, though turned off the tap and put his arm under the water.

"Come on, there's no way you're back to full strength."

"Of course not," Dick said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Honestly, I've never been at full strength."

"How strong are you at full strength?" Wally questioned. He had never admitted it to anyone, but as a child he had been fascinated by Vampires and had read every Twilight book more than once and even developed a crush on the main protagonist vampire.

"I'm stronger than a Kryptonian," Dick admitted quietly. "But I only drink enough to keep me alive and strong. My family - my nest - were part of the Pacifist group of Vampires. We only feed enough to keep ourselves strong and alive and we only feed off animals. If we're in a pinch and have to feed off another member of our nest or another human, we ask permission first. Because, as you know, consent is everything."

"Wow," Wally mused, leaning on the counter a little more. "We're definitely talking about this in depth later. I definitely want to know more. A lot more."

Dick laughed, but before he could say anything, Iris and Barry walked into the room. Thinking quickly, Wally hid his arm behind his back and turned off the tap as Dick jumped down from the counter.

"Wally's room is set," Iris said sweetly. "And Barry left a voicemail at the manor to let Bruce know where you are."

Dick groaned. "He's going to interrogate me when I get back. Wait...you didn't tell him what I am, right?"

"Of course not," Barry said quietly, following the boys down the hall to Wally's room. "Richard, that's not my secret to tell."

Dick let out a breath of relief. "Thanks."

Barry smiled as Iris gave both boys tight hugs. "Get some rest you two. Or...Wally at least. Richard I'm not sure if you-"

"I'll sleep," Dick said, smiling. "My kind can sleep, but only if we're somewhere we feel safe."

Iris nodded, pasting another smile on her face. "Well, we're just down the hall if you need us."

Wally and Dick said their goodnights and backed up into Wally's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Are you going to sleep?" Dick questioned. After drinking blood - even as little as he had just had - Dick was wide awake and didn't think he could sleep any time soon.

"I just found out my best friend is a Vampire," Wally pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you really think I can sleep?"

Dick laughed and dropped himself down on the end of Wally's bed, utterly ignoring the blow up mattress on the floor.

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

"Have you met any other Vampires?" Wally asked instantly. "Like, here in Gotham or anywhere since you've become Robin?"

Dick's face fell and his eyes - now red from consuming blood - darkened slightly.

"Yes," he answered quietly. "I know of a nest. It's the biggest I know of actually. They...offered me a place. Among my own kind if...if I want it. If thinks with Bruce...go south."

"Who are they?" Wally asked, sitting next to his best friend and watching the red eyes that were such a contrast to Dick's normal cerulean blue.

Dick took a slow breath and lifted his eyes to let them rest on Wally's.

"I've never met the entire nest, but...Slade Wilson. And The League of Shadows."

"Of course they're Vampires," Wally scoffed. "They fit the stereotype. No offense"

"Not all of them are Vampires," Dick said quickly, though he wasn't sure why he was defending them. "Not all of them."

"Gosh, I have so many questions," Wally said, laughing. Dick pursed his lips, glancing down at Wally's arm which was still bleeding, though not as badly as before.

"Maybe you should do something about your arm first," Dick said in a worried tone though Wally instantly brushed him off.

"Nah, I'll be fine," he assured his best friend. "Hey, if your eyes turn red after you eat...feed, whatever, how has Bruce not noticed before."

Dick rolled his eyes which were slowly returning to their natural cerulean blue color.

"It's called 'contacts', Wallace," Dick drawled with a grin. "Now go deal with your arm, okay? You're bleeding every where."

Wally rolled his eyes but made his way over to his bathroom anyway, if only to appease his friend. After all, he still had so many questions.

"Bruce looks mad," Wally whispered as they pulled up to the manor the next evening to find Alfred and Bruce waiting for them.

Dick scoffed as he got out of the car and walked up to the front of the manor followed by Barry and Wally.

"Barry," Bruce acknowledged, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm really sorry that Dick woke you all up at four in the morning-"

"Nonsense," Barry said, brushing the billionair off. "Dick has a standing invitation to our apartment. He's more than welcome to show up at any time of day or night."

Bruce nodded, though Dick could tell from the look in his eyes that he was anything but pleased.

"I'll see you at the mountain tomorrow," Dick said to Wally, smiling brightly.

"See ya," Wally said, grinning and walking back to the car with his uncle. Dick waited until the car was out of sight to turn to Bruce.

"I'm grounded, aren't I?"

Bruce didn't say anything, only turning his back and making his way into the manor, speaking in a low tone,

"Meet me in the batcave."

Dick scoffed and turned to Alfred who gave him a gentle smile.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, well aware that Dick would know what he was talking about.

"Yeah," Dick answered simply. He knew Alfred wouldn't press and he was right as the butler gave him a soft smile before walking into the manor and going off to most likely chastised Damien and/or Tim about one thing or another.

Shaking his head, Dick cheerfully made his way down to the batcave even though he knew - without a doubt - that Bruce was most likely going to ground him or yell at him, or both.

"Am I in trouble?" Dick asked, walking over to where Bruce - now Batman - was seated at the batcomputer.

"Get changed," was all the dark knight said. "We're going out on patrol."

"So I'm not in trouble?" Dick asked as he walked over to change his clothes.

"Did I say that?" Batman growled. Dick only shrugged as he got out of his clothes from the day before and quickly changed into his uniform.

About half way through was when Robin started getting anxious. It was rare that Bruce shared his feelings and even more unlikely for Batman to say anything about them.

However, seeing as Robin was about to be shot in the head by two-face, he sort of wished he and Bruce had had a heart to heart before patrol.

"You don't have to do this, Dent," Batman was saying calmly. "He's a child. Let him go."

At the word 'child', Robin bristled slightly. He was anything but a child and while a bullet through the head would certainly hurt like hell, it wouldn't kill him.

Unless it was silver and knowing Harvey Dent, it probably was. So yeah, it would kill him.

"The magic coin says I should," Two-face declared, the burnt side of his face sneering. He seemed to have learned his lessons from the last few times he'd fought Batman and Robin and so he had knocked the both of them out before restraining Robin to a chair and gagging the boy. He had neglected to gag Batman, though Robin figured that was intentional.

"Dent, listen to me," Batman ordered. "He's a child. Do you really want that on your conscious? Do you really want to live knowing you shot a child in the head?"

Dent hesitated, before pulling back his pistol and whipping Robin across the head. The blow was strong enough to knock Robin out instantly.

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