Hey my little puppies! It's been a while, eh? Well, I'm back, with my first multi-chaptered story nonetheless. I'm gonna lay it flat, I'm not going to abandon this story or anything but I definitely have no set dates exactly for when new chapters will be up. You'll just have to play it by ear.

Something I'm actually a teeny bit nervous about that I figured is worth informing you on is how I fucked up with the bat-siblings' ages in this. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! In this, Dick is a middle sibling with Jason, Steph, and Cass being the oldest ones and Tim and Damian being the young ones. And before you tear me a new asshole, you'll find out how I work with this and hopefully you'll like it.

There will be no sex in this story, maybe some mentioning of the subject, some very heavy flirting, and you can count for a make out session when the time is right. Oh, and Wally and Roy are the only ones who know Robin's I.D. The team is still left out of the loop.

Well, hopefully you'll like this so have some fun!

xXx

Fucking hell, man…

What a way to start a story, right?

Well, that's what Dick Grayson is thinking at the moment, dressed in his little school boy uniform as he walked towards his locker to get his things before heading home. He does this, well, distantly, because his mind is obviously somewhere else at the moment, and it has been all day. And that's okay as Dick Grayson, to be a little lost at times (as long as it wasn't affecting his grades, but one day definitely wouldn't hurt him.) Except right now, Dick really wishes his head wasn't acting like it just got bat-bonked with a batarang.

Or bird-bonked, because Robin had major swag going on as well, you know…

But let's get back to Dick's problems. Or Robin's too, kind of. But mostly Dick's. Confused yet? That's okay- so is Dick.

Because he was utterly, terribly, hopelessly confused; worried and confused and in a complete cluster-fuck. He was too innocent in this category, and paranoid as fuck. Relationships? Seriously? Oh no, count the kid out. Martial arts, acrobatics, explosives, stealth, and every other technique that fell into this section were Robin's specialties. Academics, big/little brother skills, acrobatics (your daily double, my dear), and time management were Dick's. Relationships had no business in being in one of those two areas. None at all.

Because Dick did not want a romance. Plain and simple; not interested, wouldn't be for awhile. Don't even-

"Hey, Dick."

Said boy inhaled sharply in front of his locker (which he had reached by now) and turned around on a dime to face Barbara Gordon, the girl caught in between a smirk and a look of confusion as she stared at her friend.

"Whoa- easy there, boy scout," the –ugh…redhead said as she leaned against the locker next to Dick's. The boy wonder sighed and started spinning in his combo. "I was meaning to ask you at lunch but are you okay? You were kind of…off all day."

"Yeah, no-Christ, I don't know," Dick moaned as he hung his head inside his locker like a looser. Barbara rolled her eyes and shifted her bag higher on her shoulder.

"Do you still want me to come over today?"

"Yes, please. Play therapist for me?" Dick said as he picked his head up and started loading and unloading his backpack.

"That's what I'm here for, Dickie."

"And also part of the reason of why I love you," the boy wonder said.

"And as much as I'd love to here that list of reasons, I need to ask exactly why I'm playing therapist for you first," the girl said.

"Wait till we're in the office and I'm lying on the couch. Gossip here travels faster than the Flash chasing after a batch of cookies," Dick said as he closed his locker and Babs gave a small giggle.

As they walked out into the sunny day and made their way towards the pristine black car that Alfred was waiting in, Dick couldn't help but think.

He should analyze his side of the story first, get his facts straight before talking with Babs.

First things first: he didn't need, want, or know anything about a relationship.

But his disinterest and secret almost-hate in dating wasn't because Dick couldn't get a date or that he didn't know how to talk to a pretty girl. It wasn't anything like that. After all, the kid was a natural at people skills. He didn't necessarily schmooze the press or was the most popular kid at school, but the cutie was one of the nicest people you'd ever meet. Polite without being annoying, good at keeping the conversation rollin', and humble as all hell. Way opposite from cocky, sarcastic, and mysterious Robin.

But he was getting off topic, his mind was too much of a mess right now.

Wait till we're in the mansion, talk to Babs and get your head straight.

This was going to be one hell of a week...

xXx

"Holy shit!"

"Shhh! Keep it down Babs," Dick waved his hands at her with a panicked expression on his face. Workout room, echoes, siblings, not good.

"Sorry, sorry..." Barbara said before looking back at her friend sitting across from her on the balance beam. "Are you serious?"

"Yea," Dick said before laying back on the beam, hands on his stomach as he closed his eyes with an...exasperated expression? Yea, something like that.

"Fricken Wally West asked you out? And you're absolutely positive he was serious?"

"Absolutely," Dick sighed.

"Daaammmnnn," Babs said as she leaned back on the beam with her hands, looking at the black haired teen in front of her. "Your super best friend who's a male has a boner for you," Babs stated. Dick blushed before sitting up and glaring lightly at the redhead, but that stupid blush on his cheeks kind of ruined the effect.

"You don't have to be so crude," he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Well you don't have to be so over-dramatic," Babs said back to the boy wonder before grabbing another Funyun and popping it into her mouth. Dick cringed; he'd have to remember to give her a breath mint once she finished.

But he glared at her once more after the cringing. Over-dramatic? What the fuck?

"Come again? Over-dramatic?"

"Well, yea," Barbara said around a chip. "All he did was ask you out on a date, Dick. Its not as bad as your acting."

Dick stared at the redhead like she'd grown a pair of bat ears on her head.

"Babs. My best friend, who is a guy, who is Kid Flash, asked me out," Dick stated, looking slightly crazy due to his frustration with his friend. How could she not see the seriousness of the situation?

"Ugh, boys," Barbara shook her head with a huff before eating another onion chip. "Look Dick, I guess I can understand where you're coming from, but I'm a girl. If my same-sex best friend asked me out, I would freak a little but you're acting like the world just ended."

"But mine kind of did!" Dick spread his arms away from him as he almost yelled at the girl. So much for secrets... "How can I go back to being his best friend knowing that he has a boner for me?"

"You don't have to be so crude," Babs smirked.

"Stop joking around!"

"I'm not! You're just taking this way too seriously."

"But it is serious!" Dick's left eye was twitching by now.

Barbara sighed- once again: boys,go fig.

"Dick, he asked you out. Whoop-dee-doo; talk to him, sort things out, and this little thing will blow over easy."

"You make it sound so simple," Richard moaned like an annoying teenaged girl, and Babs wanted to smack the little bastard.

"Richard Grayson, you are making this way more dramatic than it really is. How much have you two been together through and still made it out alive?"

Dick sighed. "A lot..."

"And you guys are still closer then ever, correct?"

Dick sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms, finally having a moment of something closely related to relaxation.

"His eyes were so honest, and his voice was so full of affection. And that smile, that damn smile caught in between nerves and warmth and adoration," Dick said quietly before rubbing his hands down his face. "When Kid falls for someone, he falls hard. I don't..."

Babs leaned over and placed a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder, kneading the tense muscle soothingly. "Dick, baby steps. You'll make it out alive, boy wonder," she smiled.

Dick gave a small smile in return before standing and walking off the beam, shuffling over towards the double bars and sprinting into a jump. He caught the lower bar easily and began swinging around, his thoughts clouding over in his mind.

Why him? Why did Wally want him of all people?

Wally had no trouble in the dating category, girls falling into his lap ever since he made it out of that awkward ginger stage and moved into the rarely-seen-but-when-you-see-them-you-almost-have-a-nosebleed redheaded teen stage. And besides, Wally was a charmer; funny, nice, popular, caring. Even after confessing to Dick that he was bisexual (and Dick being totally cool with it at the time), guys started to fall for the incredible Wally just as much as the female population. Yes, this ginger had it all set.

But Dick Grayson just didn't see what he himself had to offer Wal- well, anybody, actually.

He was pale, his eyes were just too damn blue, he had scars all over his body, his hair was shaggy as hell, and to top it all off, he was short. Five point five? Really?

Goddamn you, puberty, taking your sweet ass time on me...

And yes, that all sounds bad, but Dick really never thought about his appearance until fucking Wally decided he wanted to start something with him.

Actually... even when he did have his little love phases, he was never interested in actually taking it a step further into a relationship level.

Sure, he thought that he might have fallen for Babs once a year ago but that passed over, and there were the little crushes here and there that he forgot about in a week, but that really didn't classify him as a love-addict.

Because Dick had no time nor room for a partner. Two lives, schoolwork, being a good brother, being a good son, whatever else you could pack into his crazy life- he had no time for a relationship. It just didn't fit into any section of his brain- dating, that is.

And he was fine with that. No, seriously, he was. He actually didn't want a partner, as crazy as that was for a fifteen year old boy to say. He had always gotten along easily on his own, friends and family keeping him smiling through his days, so Dick really didn't want to have someone come in and fuck with his aster.

Dick. Did. Not. Want. A. Partner.

Besides, he had all the relationships he could ask for right now. Friends, a family- people who cared for him. Maybe some snogging and stuff could be the icing on the cake if done properly, but Dick didn't feel like he needed that. He didn't exactly want that, believe it or not.

Besides, he had his siblings and daddy #2 to take care of him when it came to snuggling.

He could sneak his way onto Jason's lap pretty smoothly and once he was on, his older brother really didn't have the heart to get him off (which then lead to the older boy wrapping his arms around his lil' bro and it was one of the cutest things on the planet, of course). Steph was always hugging him and kissing his cheek, cuddling on the couch together when the opportunity presented itself and he would sometimes fall asleep on her bed during one of their late night talks and she'd just go to sleep right there next to him. Timmy was always a little cuddler, crawling on top of Dick whenever the opportunity presented itself and Dick just couldn't resist holding his Timmy when those adorable blue eyes were looking up at him like that. Baby Damian was stuck in Dick's arms half of the time (whether he wanted it or not) and Dick was absolutely in love with his littlest brother, no matter how much of a destructive little brat the baby could be. And Cass did have a special place in Dick's heart, and even though she wasn't that touchy-feely or talkative, his older sister was really just nice to sit with. Peace and relaxation, maybe a good game of chess to boot.

And of course, Bruce was his absolute favorite person to cuddle up to. Not just because it was nice to see the hero relax every now and then, but because Dick felt safe and warm in Bruce's arms. Robin could take care of himself, no doubt about that, but somehow when he was with Bruce, he felt like…darehesayit…a little bird. And Bruce's embrace made everything nice again, because he was safe with Bruce; safe and warm and loved.

Really, what more could a boy wonder ask for?

He was covered in that area, he didn't want or need any romance at the moment.

But maybe in the future(in the way distant future, that is, because he wanted no part in commitment at the moment), just maybe…Dick would want a significant someone. Maybe he would want someone to share his life with, and maybe he would get his happily ever after, but as far as he knew, Wally West was not his tights-wearing prince in this fairy tale.

As Dick completed another flawless flip and caught the chalked up bar before swinging around again, whatever realization that hadn't sunk in just yet, did.

Wally West wanted him. Wally liked Dick Grayson.

Dick missed the bar and flailed around in the air before expertly falling into a tumble roll...

And crashed right into a stack of blue mats lie a dork.

Oh for the love of aster, he was in trouble...