Dick vs Robin

Chapter 2: Courtships and Realizations

A Young Justice Story

A Kid Flash and Robin Story

Talking thinking/emphasis Narration

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I probably should have realized what I'd done when he'd shown up at my school. In fact, there were many signs that I should've read… but I was too ecstatic; too happy to finally have him paying attention to me in a way, other than as a best friend.

"Hello Kid Flash, to what do I owe the honor?" I said as I came down the stairs of Gotham Academy. "Do I need protection or something?"
He smiled and shifted a bit more weight onto his elbows, his fingers curling against his cheeks. I laughed when his arms slid off the banister and he fell to the floor, but my heart leapt when he jumped back up, a blush on his face.

"No," He said, disappearing in a yellow blur. I froze as he whispered in my ear, "This is a personal call." But I had an appearance to keep up. Dick Grayson was smooth, or at least, he was with Wally.

I spun on my heels and met his deep green pools. "Is it now? Exactly what would a young sidekick want with a billionaire's ward?"

Wally rolled back on his heels and clasped his hands behind his head. "Nothing much… I just wanted to see how you were doing, maybe… walk you home?"

"Hmm, I suppose I could do with some company," I said, starting back towards Wayne Manor. "So then truthfully Kid Flash, why did you show up here?"

He smiled bashfully. "Well… we had such a good time the other night… I just sorta wanted to get to know you. Ya know, hang out a bit."

I looked back at him with pride. Cool and collected though, I need to focus. "What's there to know? I'm Bruce's son. It's you I don't know."

"Well…" He sped in front of me, stopping abruptly with his hand extended. "My name's Wally, it's nice to meet you."

I felt like slapping myself in the face. Idiot! You don't go around revealing your secret identity! HENCE THE SECRET! "Hey now, isn't that a secret identity?"

He blushed. "Yeah… but I… well I trust you." My eyes widened and I couldn't help blushing too.

"Y-yeah… well… just be careful with that… okay?" I said, clearing my throat. He grinned and shouted a 'Kay!' in affirmation. If he wasn't so adorable… "Here we are."

He looked up and I watched as his eyes grew three sizes to large for his face. "OMG. You. Live. Here?"

I laughed. "Did you seriously just say omg?" He was such a dork… one more reason I was head of heels for him.

Another blush. "Shuddup. It's a word… sorta."

I shook my head slowly with a fake sigh. "It's a good thing you're cute. And now that your face matches your hair, I'll take my leave. Until next time Kid." I started through the gate and up towards the large wooden doors.

It wasn't until my hand fell against the doorbell that I heard, "RIGHTYEAH! SEEYALATERDICK! ITWASREALLYGREATWALKINWITHYOU!"

I looked back to his small form, waving his hand frantically over his head. I offered a small gesture of goodbye and went inside.

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As obvious as his first appearance should have been, the second time was even more so. I was at my biweekly ballroom dancing lesson – I was serious you know – and I was standing back as my teacher – he was very eccentric – applauded my work. I rolled my eyes and in my peripheral vision I just barely caught a flash of red. I looked back, a bit in curiosity and the rest in disbelief, but there he was, jumping up to the window, his hand waving furiously.

I thought about waving back, about smiling and asking him to come in, but this Dick Grayson was much too cool for that. He wouldn't acknowledge the speedster this time, not while he was doing something. I suppressed the grin that threatened to break out on my face and signaled for the music to start again.

And then I danced. That was it, I performed slowly at the right parts, and quickly at others, but that's all. I danced. It was nice, as if I was dancing for him, since I knew he was watching, but… I never thought. And then it was over. The song was done and my peculiar teacher was applauding once again.

At the end of class I gathered my things and started out the door. Not surprised to still see the ginger waiting, I smiled and put on my best 'charm' face.

"Well isn't this a surprise," I said, starting to walk again. "What're you doing here Kid Flash? Is my dancing really so criminal that the league needed to send someone in?" I turned to him with a grin.

"What! No!" He shouted, his face pulled into an appalled stare as if I'd insulted his entire family with my statement. "Your dancing… was… amazing. No, more than amazing… it was magical."

I stopped and turned to him. "Thanks Kid… I've never been… complimented so nicely before. I have to go, but… I'll talk to you later okay?" I pivoted back towards my limo and stepped in. Watching as Wally nodded slowly before slowly – yes SLOWLY – making his way home.

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It was like that for days. He'd show up, we'd exchange some witty banter filled with romantic tension and then I'd leave. Again, I should have realized, but I didn't. Not at all.

It was about a week since the gala, a relatively quiet day at the Mountain. Conner and M'gann were at school, at practice for some team, Kaldur was off visiting Atlantis and Artemis had gone to take care of some "business." Even Red Tornado was gone, on League business. Kid and I were alone, if only for half an hour – Superboy and Miss Martian would be back by then. Point is we were alone. I sat in my room, huddled over a gizmo I'd been working on when I heard the knock at my door.

"H-hey… R-rob, can I err… have a minute?" He all but whispered at my door.

I opened the door and greeted him with a puzzled look. "Of course… what's up Wally?"

He muttered something under his breath and stood at the door, wringing his fingers quietly as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Wally, hey, what's wrong?" I said, taking a hold of his wrist and tugging it for his attention.

He pulled away quickly. "I… well Rob… ugh, this is so damn hard."

I wrinkled my brow in confusion. "What is Wally? What's wrong? What're you not telling me?"

He sighed and muttered something else. Suddenly the emerald orbs met my gaze and he grabbed my hand pulling me back into the room. "Sit down."

"Wally," I started. "I don't know what's happened. But I'm you're best friend. You can tell me anything, I promise I'll listen and I won't get mad."

His knuckles were so white I thought the bones might jut through the skin. I don't know how his metabolism would heal that. 'What could possibly be on his mind?' I had thought. 'What?'

"Okay… well dude," He said quietly, his eyes looking up at me quickly and then zipping back down to the ground. "Y-you… you really swear you won't… get upset?"

Again, brow crinkling, why would he be so afraid? It had made no sense to me. Oh how stupid I was. "Wally, you're my best friend. I would never EVER be upset at you. Well… unless you screwed with my stuff."

He laughed lightly and mumbled something like, 'I wish that's all it was.' And then it happened, a totally whelming experience. "Rob, I'm gay."
My eyes grew so big I was surprised he couldn't see them behind my darkened shades. My mouth fell open and I let out a small gasp. My arms went limp and I felt like I might collapse. 'Was… was he serious!' I'd thought. I couldn't believe it. And then my heart soared. It exploded in a huge Fourth of July celebration and I felt amazing. Of course, I wasn't that lucky. Oh no. Not even close.

"And I'm in love," He finished. He looked back at me for some kind of input. For something to say I was okay with this, but… I wasn't, not by a long shot. Who the hell could he be in love with!

"W-w-with WHO!" I shouted out suddenly.

He looked at me, a bit confused and grinned brilliantly. It receded before he continued. "Wait… are you… okay? With me being… you know… gay?"

That he whispered it was enough to make my blood boil, as if I wouldn't be! But I suppose he never knew… so it was an appropriate response, sad, but appropriate. "Yeah… I'm… well I'm shocked to say the least."

He smiled a bit before rubbing his head bashfully. "Yeah well… me too. Seriously, I really didn't… know at all."

"Until… this boy?" I questioned slowly. "So again… who is he?"

A grin broke out his face the size of Texas and he collapsed back onto my bed with a contented sigh. "Dick Grayson."