A/n: I had fun with this chapter. I actually was unsure about this part, but I'm sure it'll go over well. Please Enjoy. *bow*
Virgil lay back on the love seat in his room when the stupid ball of energy known as Robin sat on his legs, "Come on, Virgil, run a simulation with me." Virgil figured that if he ignored him the ball of energy would vanish, "Not this time, V." Virgil felt his heart clench. Hotstreak calling him V was one thing, people who didn't know how to use it made his heart ach and Richie's farewell come back to mind. Robin's voice became softer, "Virgil."
The African-American hero opened his eyes when Dick's weigh lifted off his legs. The blue eyes of the other hero stared down into his brown ones as the bird-boy straddled him. Virgil slid his fingers into the lengthening black hair, "What do you really want, Dick?" the younger boy blushed and leaned down to push his lips to Virgil's. The male in Virgil cried in joy as Dick settled their hips together, the loyalty in Virgil screamed at him that his love for Richie was more important then getting laid.
Robin opened his mouth and Virgil took the bait. He dipped his tongue into Dick's mouth and mapped his way around out slowly, trying to distract himself. Robin moved them so the Virgil was over him and between his legs. The door slid open, "Hey, Sparky. You got…that…report done…yet?" Virgil's head shot up and brown met disappointed green. Virgil backed off Dick and grabbed the printed papers on the coffee table. Standing, Virgil walked to Hotstreak and handed over the report. Hotstreak pulled him into the hall and closed the door. Dick rolled his eyes and crossed his arms after sitting up. Hotstreak slammed Virgil into the wall of the hallway, "What the FUCK are you thinking Hawkins!? I though Richie was all you needed!" Virgil threw of Hotstreak and glared at him.
"Excuse me for finally getting over it and wanting some affection! I can't be celibate forever until he decides that I'm worth a small risk! Excuse me FOR DOING WHAT YOU'VE BEEN TELLING ME TO DO FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS!" Hotstreak flinched. He hadn't expected Virgil to ever move on, or for Grayson to go for guys. He'd always thought that Virgil would finally just go and sweep the blonde off his feet, then again, nothing goes how it does in the movies.
Hotstreak sighed, "I just meant that you shouldn't have centered him in your life like that. You have responsibilities to the League and to the people you protect. He's not the world, V, just a small part of it made for you." Virgil shoved Hotstreak away from him.
"Get the fuck away and don't come near me again." Hotstreak snarled and grabbed Virgil by the collar.
The green eyed metahuman held up a sleek blue phone, "See this? This has an incredibly unique phone number that only one person in the world knows. Only one person can call this phone. I bought this phone for you, and if you don't believe me, believe the message."
Virgil stared at the phone a soft voice came through, "V… Virgil… I'm sorry, so sorry…just…pick up, please pick up, I'm sorry." the person on the other end hung up and before Virgil could speak another message came through, this one is a slightly braver tone, "I don't see why the fuck he gave me this number if it doesn't work! Look, Virgil, if this is your phone just pick up already or call me. I'd rather be playing phone tag then not hearing from you. My number is the same as always. I never changed it." there was a long pause, "Oh, and Virgil… Sharon and Adam have a kid now. Deon. He'll be a year in three months on the fourth. The party's at their new place. It starts at two. See you there." Virgil stared at the phone in shock.
He'd known about his nephew, the birthday was fuzzy, but he knew where Sharon and Adam lived. It was a small house in the suburbs of Dakota. Virgil snatched the phone from Hotstreak and calmly dialed Richie's number. It was easily remembered because it was Richie's birthday. Virgil shooed Hotstreak away and opened the door to his room. Hotstreak laughed when Dick was thrown out and the door slammed shut.
"You struck out." Dick glared at Hotstreak and put his hands on his hips.
"And whose fault is that?! At least I was helping, your just making a bad thing worse!" or so it seemed until a loud whoop of joy was heard in the room of Static Shock.
Hotstreak smirked and put his hand on Richard's shoulder, "You were saying? I think he's quite happy. You see Dick, Richie, who shares your name, isn't just in Virgil's jack-off fantasies, he's in his dreams too." Hotstreak walked away as if nothing had happened and as if he didn't know a thing. Though he did pick the name Siren, but that was just for fun.
a/n: Hehe...yah...Richard Grayson aka Robin is gay and has a thing for Virgil. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading. *bow*
