And, Chapter 3. I'm actually getting through this much faster than I thought I would. Especially because the next two chapters are pretty much finished too!

Young Justice and Robin and Wally do not belong to me at all. Rachel Lucero, however? Totally mine.

Wally was sitting at his table, across from Drey and Dillion. They were all supposed to be studying, but right now Drey was sharing some sort of private joke that Wally couldn't pick up on. Seriously, what was with them? Drey never kept jokes from him. He grumbled under his breath, and tried to focus on his math, extremely difficult to do when the two boys across from you were laughing like a packs of hyenas.

Dick pushed his way through the sea of reporters outside Wally's house. They'd been gathering ever since that news story and he felt bad that Wally and the rest of his family had to deal with it. For two years he'd been able to keep the paparazzi off of himself once he got to Gotham. Now that he and Wally were dating… He stared straight ahead, not bothering to even acknowledge their presence. Once he had reached the door, he quickly and loudly knocked, hoping Wally didn't leave him standing on the doorstep with curious reporters pushing in on him for very long. Also, he was glad that Rachel was with him. Her commanding presence –or so it seemed to those who didn't know the real her- had helped spread the crowd even further. Rachel stood next to Rob, excited that he'd thought to bring her along. It wasn't like she didn't know his secret identity at this point. Wally had pretty much confirmed her suspicions after she saw the news story of him and Grayson, and knew that he was already dating Robin. It wasn't that hard to see. And once she'd asked… Wally had sung like a canary. It didn't help that she might have used a bit of the Mists to get him to talk, and Dick still hadn't quite forgiven him but… Rachel felt herself shrug. She still might as well help the study group as much as possible. The paparazzi were kind of annoying, but she just sighed. It happened when a regular, admittedly scholarly, teen was dating a billionaire.

Wally opened the door, eyes narrowing momentarily at Rachel before falling on Robin. Then they lightened and a grin split his face. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting them in. Drey glanced up, but barely gave Rachel a second look. Another study partner didn't really bother him. Dillion, face screwed in concentration, didn't even look at all.

Dick smiled and walked in, shrugging off his school jacket and hanging it up, loosening the tie a bit. "Sorry Wally. But she insisted." He walked over to the table and stared down at the two sitting there, hands on his hips. "Ah. Decided to follow my 'subtle'," he made air quotes as he said that, "advice, did you? Didn't take you as long as I thought it would."

Drey merely chuckled evilly, and grinned. "Yeah. Thanks for that Grayson."

Rachel chuckled. "Playing matchmaker now Dickie?" She took her Academy jacket off and hung it up, sitting at the table and unloading her backpack. Dillion blushed deeply at Dick's words, muttering something as he flipped through an Art History book.

"You're welcome!" Dick sat down in a chair across the table from Wally, next to Dillion, and looked sideways at Rachel. She was sitting at the edge of the table, rather displaced from the couples. "No, not really. They did it all on their own. I simply told them the story of how Wally and I realized our feelings."

Wally blinked, looking from Dick, to Rachel, to Dill and Drey. "Wait... What? You two?"

Dick looked over at Wally. "Really Wally? You didn't notice? I suppose that's nothing new though, huh?" He smiled teasingly at him.

Rachel shook her head. "Wally Oblivious West." She opened up her math book. She didn't really need help in the subject, but Wally did, so that'd probably be what they focused on. She was going to be helping him, since if Dick helped… The speedster would get nothing done.

Wally shrugged at Rob's remark. "I'm sorry I don't really notice people that are gay. I must have the worst gaydar in the history of the world."

Drey grinned, all pretenses gone now that Wally knew. He took Dillion's hand, who casually pulled it away again.

"Drey. Not now. Studying."

Drey pouted, leaning forward and nuzzling the side of Dillion's neck. "Aww, come on. It's called multi-tasking!"

Dillion rolled his eyes, pushing Drey's face away from the sensitive area under his ear. "YOU are not multi-tasking. YOU are distracting yourself. Study for your art exam."

Dick, ignoring the other two, poked Wally's cheek and smiled. "Dude, you didn't even notice your own gayness. I'd say your gaydar needs some serious repairs." He pulled out a textbook from his backpack, Earth Science, and set it on the table with a thud. "Now let Rachel help you study math today. I've got my own science test to study for." He made a disgusted face as he opened it up to the right set of chapters.

Rachel smiled. "Ah, Freshman science courses. How I loved them." She moved closer to Wally, opening his math book. Dick stuck his tongue out at Rachel, before focusing on his text. He was just as focused as, if not more so than Dillion. His eyes quickly scanned the pages as he flipped through them, falling into his natural silence. He was a fast-reader, and of course his photographic memory also helped a lot. But the problem wasn't whether he could remember all this information, it was if he could understand and use it well enough to pass the questions on the test. Rachel merely ignored him, like normal. "Alright West. Time to crackdown."

Wally groaned. "UGH. Torture Ray. TORTURE. At least DREY gets rewards."

Dillion shook his head in response. "Drey doesn't get rewards until far after we're finished here." He sent aforementioned guy a suspicious glance forward as Drey's face again began listing away from the Art book in front of him and leaned across the table into the neck he'd previously been removed from.

Rachel finally looked at Wally. "Alright. Focus your fluttery brain on me for five seconds." She searched through his bag, pulling out a worksheet which he'd tried to hide at the bottom. "Here. Do this."

Wally sighed. Great. She'd found his hidden papers. And he couldn't even superspeed through it, because Drey and Dillion were there... Fine. He'd busy himself with other things while he worked out the problems. His foot found Robin's under the table and kicked at it absentmindedly.

Drey felt Wally move next to him, and kicked at Dillion. He muttered a 'hey dude' under his breath as he did so, ending it with another light kick. Dillion simply glared across at him. "Drey. Dude. Concentrate." He pulled his foot back a bit.

Dick didn't even glance up from the textbook, as if he didn't notice, but his foot lightly kicked Wally's back.

"Says you. You kicked me back." Drey whispered, running his foot along Dillion's shin.

Wally grumbled. Rob was doing smart things again and ignoring him. Not that this was really anything new, but it always tended to get on the speedster's nerves. Wasn't he smart enough? He rubbed his foot along Rob's shin seductively.

"Drey..." Dillion warned, kicking back finally.

Dick blushed lightly and glanced up at Wally warningly, before staring down at his textbook again, flipping through a bit slower. His other foot brushed at Wally's, pushing it back down so he wasn't rubbing his shin anymore. It wasn't that it bothered him that much, he just didn't want him doing it with Rachel, Drey, and Dillion in the room right there next to them. Wally grinned as Rob kicked against his foot. "Not getting away so easily." He began rubbing Dick's leg again, inches his way up towards his knee.

Dray chuckled darkly. "But Dillion..." He reached down with his fingers and danced them over Dillion's knee.

"Drey! Control yourself!" He didn't approve of the foot lightly fondling his leg. Rachel had been driven from the room already, and the last thing he needed was Wally leaving too.

Dick's eyes widened slightly and his blush deepened. "Wally..." he hissed, swatting him away with his own hand. Wally hummed under his breath, replacing his foot with his hand.

"Rob..." He teased, rubbing a pattern on his leg.

"Don't you deny me." Drey warned, pushing Dillion's hand away and rubbing his thumb along Dillion's knee, holding his leg as to not be pushed away again.

"Ugh, Drey! I'm trying to concentrate! Stop touching me!"

Dick chewed on the inside of his cheek, no longer even pretending like he was still studying. He reached his hand down again to hold Wally's wrist, at least trying to get him to stop moving it. "Wally, stop it! I need to study."

Dillion swatted Drey's hand, but it just returned with renewed fervor. "Drey Fredrickson. I swear to God..."

Wally chuckled. "You don't NEED to study."

Drey stuck his tongue out as Dillion grabbed his wrist. "Oh not. I'm not getting deviated THAT easily." His hand squirmed in the grasp, now rubbing the bottom of Dillion's knee, seductively slow.

Dick clamped his mouth shut, swallowing nervously, his other leg starting to bounce restlessly. He was still gripping Wally's wrist, but it obviously wasn't doing him much good. "Wally, come on, st-stop it."

"No, Dick." He winked, and rubbed his fingers along the bottom of Rob's knee.

Drey grinned at Dillion's shaky leg. "Weak much, Harman?" His hand began to inch higher, rubbing patterns all the way.

Dillion winced. "Mmmm... Drey... Stop..."

Dick covered his face with his free hand, leaning on his elbow, sending a weak glare to Wally. "That's...enough... Stop." His breath caught in his throat and he turned even redder.

Wally sighed, taking Dick's hand tightly. "Alright Dick. Fine."

Drey gave a low sound, continuing sneaking his hand along Dillion's inner thigh. He was getting dangerously close to Dillion's crotch…

Dillion sighed and squeezed Drey's hand back. "Alright Drey. Thank you. I know I owe you later."

Dick's eyes widened. He completely hid his face in his hands, almost lowering his head to the table in embarrassment. "D-drey, please st-stop now," he muttered. As soon as Wally said he'd stop and yet the hand on his leg hadn't, he caught on to what had really been going on underneath the table.

The hand crawling along Dick's thigh froze, and immediately zipped out and above the table. "Di-Dick?" Drey's eyes were wide as he stared back and forth between his own hand and Dick's flustered face.

Dillion and Wally stared at the other two. "W-Walls..." Dillion looked at him. "A-Are you… Are you holding this hand?" He gave the hand a squeeze, and Wally immediately detached from the other boy and buried his face in his arms.

"Dear... Oh God..." Wally muttered. "I just... No... I just fondled… Dill…"

Dillion's eyes were just as wide, and he gulped, trying to relax his body. "Gr-Great."

Drey blushed and looked at Dick. He guessed Wally and him deserved it for being a couple of perverts, but still… "I-I'm sorry, Di-Dick..."

Dick couldn't even speak. He kept his face hidden, but he was red all the way to his ears. He didn't even want to think about what had just happened. For God's sakes, Wally hadn't even touched him like that yet! Wally paused, looking at Dick and noticing his discomfort. Dillion also turned towards the smallest boy, a jealous look flashing across his face, mirroring the one flooding Wally's. "Just how far did you get Drey?" Wally growled.

Drey was unresponsive, and simply swallowed, causing Dillion to cross his arms. "Yes. Just how close?" Dick lowered his hands into his lap, staring down at the table. If Drey wasn't going to say anything, neither was he. Wally would probably kill his friend if he knew how far he had gotten.

"And this is why I left the room. Because the last thing I needed to see was Drey between your legs." Rachel announced, coming back into the room with a platter of Mary's cookies balanced in her hands.

"Between his LEGS?" Wally growled defensively, leaning across the table to further his glare into Drey's very soul. "God, pervert! I haven't even gotten that close!"

Dillion chuckled, momentarily forgetting about Drey's wandering hands. He couldn't believe that he and Drey had gotten further in one day, at school, than Wally and Dick had gotten in three weeks. "Seriously? Walls..."

Drey snickered. "There was a reason I was getting that close. Dillion and I have gotten so much further."

Wally crossed his arms, pouting. "Well, I'm sorry I'm not just some horny teenager that goes at it as soon as I'm with someone!" Dick just continued staring at the table, bright red. They were all perverts in his opinion.

Rachel shook her head. "I find it sad that the straight couples I know are more pure and less vulgar that the three of you."

Drey looked over at Dick, ignoring Rachel's comment. "Oh don't be so chaste little Grayson. Like you didn't enjoy it, when you thought it was Walls!"

Wally sighed. "Alright, let's just admit we're ALL perverts. Dick and I just have control."

"It wasn't MY fault! He was sexting me during class! What else was I supposed to do? He just attacked me in the bathroom!" Dillion grumbled. "And it's your fault anyway Walls. He got the idea from what you were texting Dick."

Dick stood up, keeping his eyes on the table. "Excuse me." He walked away from the table, finding the bathroom quickly enough, closing the door and locking it behind him. Sitting down, he ran his hands through his hair and sighed, grumbling under his breath.

Wally blinked as Dick ran off. What was wrong? Was it something he'd said, or what Dillion had said? He ran after his little birdling, of course, knocking on the door. "Dick..." He whispered sadly.

Drey and Dillion watched the two as they left, in silence. They shared a look with each other, then blinked at Rachel, who had her arms crossed and her fingers clicking. Rachel shook her head. "Now look what you did. Now Wally's gonna have to calm him down…

Dick looked up at the door, and even though Wally couldn't see him, he blushed again. "Um, y-yeah?"

"Ar-Are you okay?" The speedster whispered, leaning his head against the door.

"I-I, um, I-" Dick placed his head in his hands and groaned. Why did this have to happen to him? Especially now, and here. He should've been studying right now, not dealing with...this!

Wally was genuinely worried. "Dick. Seriously. You don't open this door of your own free will, I'm going in there after you!" He jiggled the handle, confirming that the door was, in fact, locked. But that didn't matter. No wooden door could stand up to a speedster.

Ah Wally. My poor, poor, oblivious little speedster. Well, next we're going to see just how Dick decides to deal with his... predicament.

A big thanks to GraysonTodd for playing Robin. She's a lifesaver, and I thank her. I also feel she captures little Robin's personality so much better than I ever could. (I am very partially to the speedster persona of hyperactivity and general spazziness, not cool-calm-collected Bat-children)

To Miss West: It'll be better in the next chapter, I promise. ;)