A/N: So I finally figured out how to enable anon reviews meaning anyone can give me prompts now. Please do, I'm bored and I need things to write but I don't have enough ideas of my own! Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. You guys make me smile so big (Awkward when my Dad asked why I was grinning like an idiot. He doesn't know I write fanfiction!) :D


Dick Grayson sat on his bed, sniffing quietly as he examined a purpling bruise on his wrist.

Third time this week.

He shook the sleeves of his jumper down and examined the effect with a sigh. Wrist bruises were always harder to hide. The knock at the door made him jump. Dick rarely got visitors, having been passed around the aristocracy of Gotham for the past year he didn't have many friends outside of his fellow Superheroes. He called out for whoever it was to enter. The door swung open and in strolled none other than Clark Kent.

This struck Dick as particularly strange. Clark never came into his room, usually he would come to visit Bruce.

"Nice room" said Clark, taking in the walls that Dick had covered in a variety of posters, newspaper clippings about Batman and Robin (the nice ones, not the ones that said he sucked) and photographs of himself and all of his new Superfriends.

"Hey, Clark." Dick tugged down his cuffs to better cover his wrist, "I think Bruce is in the Batcave. He wanted to tweak the Batplane a bit."

"I know, I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh?"

"I heard you crying."

"Oh."

Clark sat down on the bed next to Dick. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Dick looked up at Clark. One of his best friends and mentors. He knew he could tell Clark anything. Anything but this.

"No, nothing."

"Uh huh." Clark did not look convinced. With super speed he twitched Dicks sleeve just enough to reveal the dark purple splotch that marred the skin. Somehow it appeared even worse than before. Dick could not look at it.

"Dick." Clark gently took the young boys wrist and held it at his eye level. "Who did this to you." The older man's eyes took in the rest of him. He could tell he was using his X-ray vision to pick out other bruises, the ones concealed beneath his shirt.

"Doesn't matter." Dick avoided the gaze.

"Yes it does! Was it someone at school?" Dick nodded "Why?"

"Cause I'm an orphan and I don't know all the things they do because I've never been to school before."

Clark shook his head. Dick said it so matter of fact. Like it was okay.

"What about that Wally kid? Wally West? Barry's girlfriends nephew. Doesn't he stick up for you?"

"Yeah. He just gets beat up too."

"Who did this?"

"Lonnie Machin" whispered Dick

Clark was shocked. Did Bruce know about this? Did Barry? Probably not if it was still going on. Bruce would probably storm down there and yell at someone if he found out. He wondered briefly if that might not be why Dick hadn't told him.

"So," Clark began fishing for information, "what do these kids do to you?"

Dick, sensing there was no way around having this conversation began listing what might as well have been methods of torture. Swirlies. Punching. Tripping. Name-calling. Spitballs. The list went on. Every word making Clark more and more angry and determined to make this right.

Dick chewed his lip. "Don't tell Bruce. Please?"

"Why not?" Clark was confused. Why shouldn't he let Bruce know? He had a right to know as the boys legal guardian and it was the only way to get the situation resolved.

"Cause I don't want to be a tattle tale. Lonnie'll just hate me more. And..." Dicks voice seemed to shrink smaller and smaller as he spoke.

"And..?"

Dick gave a great shuddering breath and let one fat tear roll down his cheek onto his intertwined hands as he voiced his biggest fear.

"What if Bruce won't let me be Robin anymore?"

He spoke so quietly that, even with his super hearing, Clark had to lean in closer to catch what was said.

The idea that Batman would give up his Robin was absurd. Bruce himself said he didn't know how he ever did it without his little friend.

"because you can't beat the bully?" Dick nodded. "Dick, there's no way he'd do that. I've seen you take down thieves and villains twice your size and you've definitely saved my skin more than once. I doubt we could do what we do without you."

Dick raised his tear stained face and the cautious hope in his eyes broke Clark. He pulled the Boy Wonder into a hug.

...

One week later Dick Grayson and Wally West were the coolest kids in school. It seemed that being picked up at the end of the day by the Batmobile can seriously improve a kids social standing.

The two enjoyed their new popularity. Of course they did, it meant they weren't constantly looking over their shoulders. Dick and Wally forgave their bully's, but they would never consider their new-found fans as friends.

True friends stick with you through thick and thin.

Even if it means they get a bruise or two for their trouble.