Thanks for reviews bby ;* I got the idea of Cassie giving Conner a haircut from a pic on tumblr xDDD

Warning: there Will be male/male (slash) pairings, so don't like, don't read.

Jaime gulped as Bart twiddled his fingers evilly, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Truth or dare?" the speedster asked slyly.

Jaime wasn't sure—if he said dare, he would have to do something stupid in front of everyone, and if he picked truth, Bart would make him reveal some personal inner secret. Then again, he hated being embarrassed.

"Um…truth?" the Hispanic boy muttered, genuine fear in his dark eyes.

"Hm…do you….like anyone playing this game?" Bart asked abruptly, all traces of teasing gone from his face.

"Y-yeah," Jaime muttered, his face growing hot as he looked away; he wasn't about to blurt out his love for Bart, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Who?" Bart asked in a soft voice, and Jaime shook his head, a bitter smile on his face.

"Only one question, hermano. Sorry." He mimed spinning the bottle, and it landed on Cassie.

The blonde grinned, her blue eyes lighting up at the prospect of a dare, and Jaime flashed her a dazzling smile.

Bart realized he was digging his nails into his palms in pure jealousy, and relaxed, biting his lip. He had felt this angry so many times before, and pretty recently…

*flashback*

"Hey, stop that!" Jaime laughed as Bart dropped his head into the bowl of mushy cereal.

"No, I'm tired," the speedster pouted, using a napkin to brush away the milk from his face.

"Aw, poor little cutie," Jaime chuckled, then realized what he said and turned an adorable shade of red. Bart blushed as well, looking down so that his auburn curls hid his face.

"Ahem—er—so we still on for tonight?" he asked hopefully, and his face fell when Jaime shook his head.

"Sorry, hermano, Conner needs urgent help with a small mission," the Hispanic boy explained, taking a bite of his cinnamon muffin.

Bart hid his jealous rage with an easy smile, nodding as if it was ok—when it really wasn't.

"No problem, right ese?" Jaime asked uneasily, not wanting to upset the speedster, and his eyes widened when Bart stood up suddenly.

"N-no, it's not ok! Why did you have to cancel last minute?" he wailed, tears visible in his eyes.

Jaime looked shocked; he put up his hands, his expression worried.

"Bart, I didn't know it mattered that much to you—"

"It d-did!" Bart sniffled, his lower lip trembling, and the Hispanic male reached out an arm to comfort him.

But a look of pure torment came over the speedster's face, and he burst into tears and raced from the room leaving the scarab hero visibly confused and slightly hurt.

*flashback end*

Ever since that day, Jaime was overly nice to him, and never brought up the topic. Bart hated nice; why couldn't there be more than a spark between them? Focusing back on the game, he looked on as Cassie picked dare, and the scarab hero paused, looking thoughtful.

"I dare you to give Conner a haircut!" Jaime finally announced with a wicked grin.

Bart just wanted to reach out and run his fingers through that soft black hair, touch his smooth cheeks...he brought himself back to earth with a quick shake of his head.

Wally wasn't paying any attention to the game; he was staring at the ground with a miserably look on his face, and Nightwing kept darting worried glances at him. Artemis was looking slightly confused, but was watching the game.

"Aw, you look so cute!" Cassie cooed as she finished hacking away at Conner's black locks.

He clutched his head tightly, looked into the mirror M'gann was holding out with a small smile, and let our a roar of anger and surprise. He looked like a two-year old who used a chainsaw to cut off his own hair—a very angry two year old, at that.

"Cassie, you better run!" Garfield told her, laughing, and she shrugged with a grin, flexing her muscles and winking.

"I think I can handle him, don't worry."

"Alright, Supy, hurry up," Wally snapped, finally raising his eyes from the grass; they were dark.

Conner mimicked spinning a bottle, still feeling his hair and scowling at the blond girl. It landed on Tim, who looked slightly terrified. Conner glared at him, and Tim said, "Dare."

"Take off your shades," the super ten demanded bluntly, and the new Robin scowled.

"Alright," he grumbled, and Gar leaned in, holding his breath.

Tim slowly took of his shades, looking up with brilliantly blue irises, sparkling in the sun. Gar tried hard not to stare, but the light blue hue was almost irresistible.

"Nice, now spin the bottle Timmy," the shifter said instead with a smirk, and Tim mimed spinning it, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

The bottle landed on Wally, who made an annoyed noise at the back of his throat, rudely pushing Artemis's hand away from his shoulder. She looked hurt, but just pulled away, not looking at him. Nightwing narrowed his eyes, glowering at the redhead.

"Back off, Wally!" he stated, anger in his wavering voice.

"Shut up, Grayson, no one asked you to butt in." he spat harshly, fury crackling in his eyes, and Nightwing reeled back as if slapped, his eyes obviously wide behind his shades. The only other time they had fought was a while ago…

*flashback*

Dick frowned as Wally appeared around the corner, head bent and hands stuffed in pockets. They were supposed to meet for a movie—Dick's favorite, and it was opening night, along with his birthday. When the redhead finally stopped, the ebony didn't say anything, a slight frown visible on his face.

"Hey, where were you?" he couldn't help but ask.

Wally just shrugged, not meeting his gaze, and kicked a rock near his foot. Dick narrowed his eyes and stepped closer.

"Wally—where were you?" he asked again slowly.

"It's none of your business, back off!" the speedster snarled suddenly, his eyes snapping onto him; the usually warm green was replaced by cold emerald.

"Dammit, why do you have to be so stupid?' Dick raged, torn between confessing his feelings and running away.

"I'm so sorry for missing your stupid movie, happy now?" Wally hissed, raising a clenched fist.

"…thanks for the birthday wishes."

The ebony turned, and ran down the street. When he turned the corner, he finally let the tears stream down his face. He could hear his best friend calling his name, but he didn't care. He was hurt beyond repair, and nothing would ever change that.

Ever since that event, Wally pretended that nothing had ever happened, and Dick let him. He didn't get mad when Wally missed his birthday dinner that same night, or acted like normal, or ignored Artemis's and Connor's texts about what happened that day.

What Dick really hated was Wally. He hated that the attractive male, hated how the redhead could casually throw his arm around the ebony, and he hated how his face would turn a delicate shade of red, hated how Wally would laugh and call him cute.

He hated how whenever he was around Wally, his heart would beat faster and he would have trouble breathing. He hated how the speedster slowly breaking him. Because every second Dick spent with him, the more his heart was crushed. The more he felt like dying a slow painful death. The more he felt like bursting into tears at random points.

The worst part was that Wally had no idea what he was doing to Dick.

And he never would, because then Artemis got older and hotter, and his chance shattered.

Wally was dating her.

*flashback end*

"Okkkkkk, um, truth or dare Wally?" Tim asked, peering from him to the leader.

"Dare." The redhead said through clenched teeth, but his eyes were suddenly uncertain.

"Uh, I dare you to kiss Artemis?" he didn't really know what to say, but apparently it was the right dare because most of the group cheered and whistled—with two exceptions. Wally himself and Nightwing, who was silent.

"Easy," the redhead suddenly gained his usual composure with a smirk, and the blond rolled her eyes.

Their lips touched briefly before Wally pulled away with a triumphant grin. He wrapped an arm around the now smiling archer, and raised an eyebrow at Nightwing, whose fists were clenched so hard blood began trickling out of the cuts.

"You ok, Ro—"

"Don't." there was a steel edge in the steel edge in the ebony's voice, and the speedster stopped, looking hurt.

"I don't remember this game being a soap opera…" Cassie muttered, looking at La'gaan who nodded in agreement, a frown appearing on his face.

"Spin the bottle Wally!" Bart urged, trying to help his cousin away from the awkward moment; Jaime casted Nightwing a worried look, and the blue-eyed boy bit his lip.

"Right," the redhead pretended to spin, and the bottle went round and round and round and round and round and round and round—before landing on Dick.

Eyes widened and a mouth dropped.

Cliffy xD guys tell me if a character needs more scenes, or if I'm leaving out any characters…ok? Mkay. Next chapter will have Wally drama, and M'gann drama!

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