Okay, so let's set some things straight. Dick didn;t travel through time. His entire reality just shifted back to the year 1952. He's the only one that remember's that they're from 2012 though.

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"Wally?" I ask in shock. He's clad in flannel, same as me. His boots a glossy black and his hair combed perfectly.

"Wally? What kind of idiotic name is that? You must have hit your head pretty hard there Richard." he chuckles and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask in shock.

"My name is William remember?" he says as if talking to a three year old.

"William?" I ask in confusion. Wally would never allow himself to be called something so...formal.

" Yeah. Come on, We'll be late if we don't hurry."

"Hurry where?" I ask as i pick up my books.

"Geometry." Wally says with a frown.

"Wally what are you walking about?" I ask.

"William. Richard are you okay?" he asks with worry.

"Wa-William. What are you talking about?"

" We have Geometry first period. If we don't hurry we'll be late." He shrugs before starting to walk up the steps.

"I'm so lost." i whimper to myself before reluctantly following him. As he weaves his way through the halls, he smiles and greets other kids happily.

We pass a a stair case littered with Letter-man jacket wearing guys. That's when I see him.

He's leaning against the rail, a text book in his right hand and his left held tightly around a football.

"Come on." I feel Wally's hand grab my arm before I'm tugged away.

My eyes never leave him though.

The thick jacket clings to his shoulders, accenting the muscles that cover his body. His black locks are slicked to perfection, his eyes hold no emotion. lips set in a bored pout.

"Richard!" I turn when Wally hisses angrily.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

"Stop ogling at the guy and either get into the room or go say hi." the red head orders and huffs before walking into the math class.

After taking one last glance at him, I turn and make my way back towards the staircase.

Conner's still leaning against the rail, eyes trained on his boots.

"Hey Conner." I say with a smile. If wally had lost his mind fine. But Conner had to be sane. or at least that's what I'm hoping.

His blue eyes slide slowly over to me before he frowns.

"Who are you talking to Grayson?" He asks, his voice showing annoyance.

"You. Who else?" I say and raise an eyebrow. He sighs and stands up straight, suddenly towering over me.

"I'd think a guy named Conner. Maybe you should get the name right before you come to start a conversation. It's curtis by the way." he grumbles before psuhing past me.

I watch in shock as he easily makes his way through the hallways.

"Didn't think you'd actually do it." I jump and turn to find Wally smirking.

"Shut up." I mumble and walk towards our Geometry class.

" Why'd you call him Conner?" the speedster asks.

"That's his name!" I defend and sigh.

"No...his name is Curtis. Curtis Kent remember? Geez how hard did you knock your head?"

" Let's just get to class." I answer.

The rest of the day, 'William' leads me through to my classes. we apparently had the same schedule.

When the final bell rings, I eagerly jump up from my seat in history and practically run outside.

I even get far! Until I slam into what felt like a brick wall.

My books go flying and I fall back onto my bottom.

"Sorry about...oh. It's you." I look up to find...'Curtis' glaring down at me. with a sigh, his eyes soften and he kneels to grab my books and papers.

"Sorry. I wasn't-"

"Yeah I know. Be a little more careful pip-squeak." He sighs and hands me my things before grabbing my arm and pulling me up to my feet.

"Thanks Con- I mean...Curtis." I smile slightly and wait a few seconds before watching him nod and walk away. I make my way to the front of the school and find Bruce already parked there.

Eagerly, I get into the car and slump in my seat.

"Tiring day?" He asks, a smile still on his lips.

"You could say that." I smile back and look out the window as he drives away. "Hey Bruce?" I mutter after a while.

"Yes?"

"Why...are we here?" I ask carefully.

"What do you mean son?"

"Why are we in smallville? Why aren't we in Gotham?"

"Son...you know well that I don't like talking to you about that city. We moved to smallville for a reason. It's small and calm. you need a place where you can grow up right." Bruce says stiffly, his grip tightening on the steering weel.

"Right." i say cautiously. When we make it back to the Yellow house, Bruce tells me to go upstairs and start on my homework. I obey and make my way upstairs.

It's close to sundown when I hear a car pull up in front of the home. Curiously, I walk over to the window to find a blue truck stationed in the front yard. Bruce meets the driver on the porch and I watch in shock as 'Curtis' climbs out of the passenger seat along with a man that looks exactly like Clark.

"Nice seeing you again Bruce. It's been too long." Clark smiles widely and Bruce chuckles before shaking his hand.

"Right you are Charles." I watch in both horror and amazement as the two men talk avidly.

After What seems like Hours, Bruce leads them into the house and I scramble over to the desk when steps make their way up the stairs.

The door opens to reveal Bruce just as I sit at the wooden table.

"Richard, Dinner's ready." He smiles and motions for me to come. I do, and follow him down into the kitchen where Curtis and 'Charles' are seated. Bruce takes a seat in front of Charles and I'm left to sit in front of Curtis.

"It was nice of you Bruce, to invite us over." Charles says after we start eating. I'd never had Bruce's cooking. I was surprised when the meat tasted heavenly.

"It was the least I could do Charles." Bruce smiles.

"Richard I haven't seen you in ages!" Charles exclaims happily, his blue eyes shifting over to me. "You were ten the last time i came over."

"Um...yeah." I say softly, not sure how to answer.

"You and Curtis go to the same school don't you?" Charles asks.

" Richard and I don't talk Dad." Curtis mumbles after seeing that I wasn't going to answer anytime soon.

"What? Why?"

"We're not involved in the same things. He likes Mysteries I like sports. We're on different sides of the school." Curtis shrugs and sighs.

The rest of dinner, Bruce and Charles speak happily to one another. I end up taking everyone's plates to the kitchen out of boredom and even start cleaning the white glass circles.

" What's wrong with you Grayson?" I jump at the sudden voice and turn to find Curtis leaning against the counter behind me.

" What are you doing in here?" I ask and turn back to the sink.

"Bruce took Dad into the barn. Decided to stay here." He mumbles and sighs.

"Conner listen-"

"What's with you and calling me Conner? I would have thought that after knowing me for three years you would have at least known my name."

"What are you talking about?" I ask in confusion.

" I was the first friend you made after Bruce brought you here Richard. I was your best friend from the time you were nine until you were twelve. then I got into high school and...we drifted. But it's only been three years. How could you have forgotten me so easily?" He mumbles, almost as if he were talking to himself.

"I'm sorry." I finish the last plate and set it on the drying rack.

"I haven't forgotten you know." He says confidently.

"Forgotten what?" I ask and turn to look at him.

"our promise. I won;t get a girlfriend...until you have your first kiss. Has it happened Richard?" He blushes lihgtly and I have to stop myself from turning a beat red.

"What?" I ask stupidly, still in shock.

"Have you had your first kiss yet?"

"Con...I mean, Curtis...I..." I swallow and watch his blue eyes fill with worry.

"Richard?"

"No." I lie and watch him smile slightly.

"That's what I thought." With that, he walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not getting any younger Kid." He teases lightly before sighing.

"Something's wrong." I sate, recognizing the worried glint in his blue eyes.

"I need you help..." he mumbles nervously.

"Yeah...Sure anything." I say without a single sign of hesitance.

"I haven't even told you what I need." He smiles slightly. "Always so trusting."

"I don't care. Anything you need." I say and wait for him to speak.

If helping him was what it took to get some answer about what's going on, then I'll do anything.

" I'm failing Geometry, Dad is threatening to take away my truck. I need your help to bring my grade up."

"You want a tutor?"

" Please Richard?"

"Sure." I sigh and nod.

"Thank you! You have no idea how much this means."

"No problem Curtis." I smile slightly when he chuckles happily.

"Curtis! come on we're leaving Son!" We both look out the window over the sink to find both our fathers standing by Charles' truck.

" I'll see you around Richard." Curtis sighs.

"Wait!" I catch his wrist and look up at him. "When are we starting?"

"Tomorrow. After football practice. I'll drive you home if you want."

"Um...Yeah. Sure, why not?"

"Great, You can meet me in the stands tomorrow after school." With that, He smiles one last time and walks away.

I make my way up to my room and watch from my window as Curtis smiles at Bruce before getting into the truck. Charles claps Bruce on the shoulder and heads towards the blue vehicle.

"Say goodnight to Richard for me Bruce!" Charles calls as they drive off.

I shut the curtains and turn to the room.

For the first time since my arriving, I look around.

After an hour or so of investigating, I find a large box tucked into the back corner of the closet. I tear the flaps open to find Multiple scrap books, note pads, and frames. I pluck them out once by one and set them down on the wooden floor.

The frames hold a few pictures and many drawings of what looks to be a younger version of Conner and myself. I barely recognize the blue eyed boy that is me.

My hair is slicked back as is Conner's. In the picture I'm holding, He's pointing to the person with the camera mid laugh while I'm looking up at him in awe.

There aren't many pictures, mostly drawings. All of them are of the same thing; Me and 'Curtis'.

In the ones where we're younger, we're both smiling happily. Always standing close. In the more recent ones, We're staring up at the viewer, sometimes with forced smiles and sometimes with blank stares.

I turn to the Scrap books and find that they hold many pictures. we're young. I look to be around ten and he's maybe twelve. In the first picture of the book, we're holding hands. In my free hand I hold a small car. He's holding a half eaten apple.

"You two used to be inseparable." I jump in shock and drop the book when Bruce's voice cuts through the peaceful silence.

"I didn't hear you come in." I gasp and quickly turn to start repacking the pictures into the box.

"No need for that Richard." Bruce says softly and grabs my hands gently.

"What happened?" I ask hesitantly.

"He grew up. He became a teenager and you met William. He got into sports and you stayed inside to study. You drifted apart Richard. It happens." Bruce sits next to me and sighs.

"What about you and Charles?"

"We weren't childhood friends like you and Curtis Richard. We met through a different friend."

"Lex." I recall the story Bruce had told me once.

"Alexander." Bruce corrects softly. "When I adopted you, I decided that a small town would be best for us. I came here and decided to talk to CHarles. He's helped us through a lot Richard."

"I know." I nod and sigh.

"I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late." He stands and smiles slightly down at me before leaving.

I keep looking through the box after he leaves and eventually come across a small leather bound book. After opening it, I find that it's a journal.

I find multiple entries from a few years back. the hand writing is a bit messy and most of the events are pointless. the last page however catches my attention.

We agree that Curtis Kent is not allowed to gave a girlfriend until Richard Wayne-Grayson has had his first kiss. We will not break this contract unless Curtis is to turn eighteen before First kiss is given. If this agreement is broken, We agree that friendship is to be broken off.

Richard Grayson

Curtis Kent

I stare at the makeshift contract in awe. We had actually come up with this? We'd actually agreed to it?

I feel a sharp pull at my chest and chuckle softly.

I don't remember putting anything away, but when I wake up the next morning, I'm tucked into the bed and the box is placed in the closet.