A/N: alrighty so i got a review and realized I haven't updated in awhile, so here goes.
Robin was now sitting on the couch trying to figure out which was worse. Believing he was eight years old and having a mini heart attack when he stood up and realized he was probably five foot something now or the fact that the guys who was like a brother to him had quit. Maybe what was worse was having the most horrible moment of your life still fresh in your mind, down to the last detail. Maybe this whole thing just sucked. OR MAYBE..
Robin's thoughts were cut off by Wally.
"You never talked that much about your parents that much, even with me." He said slowly, actually believing there was a time were Batman didn't really care that Robin's identity was kept safe.
"Yeah, I don't talk about them much." Robin agreed.
"So they were, um, murdered?" Wally asked awkwardly.
"Yeah, by Tony Zukko, seven weeks, and I guess five years ago." Robin answered. Wally's eye twitched, he knew Robin had been, well, Robin for five years and his parents were killed when he was eight, and he said he had been working for Bats for six weeks (and five years). God, he's was fighting crime at a young age, what was Bats thinking?
Robin sighed and laid on his side now.
"What's up, you tired, I guess it makes sense saying is how you think you're eight." Wally said quickly to try and change the subject.
"I'm not tired," Robin said without looking up, "I've have insomnia (gosh that kid knows big words) I usually stay up really late and can't fall asleep."
"When did this start." Wally questioned, never knowing this trait about his friend.
"When I started living with Bruce, I guess it's cause I don't want to wake up and realize this is all a dream." Robin said quietly. This was kind of creepy for Wally, saying is how it was coming from his friend who thinks he's eight years old. Not really thinking, Wally scooped up his young (mentally younger) friend and started rocking him back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Robin asked.
"You need your sleep." Wally said in a mocking tone. Robin didn't argue much, when he couldn't sleep, Bruce would never do this, and in a way, it kind of remind Dick of his own mother. Sighing, Dick laid his head on his friends chest, his soft, echoing heart beats lulling him to sleep.
"Everything's gonna be alright, rock a bye, rock a bye." Wally slowly sang as if singing the song to an actual child. Some how this whole thing made Wally realize just how young Robin really was.
I have no idea what the hell that was, just a random little chappie. This was 100 percent not slash, it was a brotherly ch! And a shout out to MyLitttleBird, no this isn't a slash, so take that (inside joke) anyway, so I have insomnia too, so that part was easy to write. The song used is 'Lullaby' by Shawn Mullins. Hope you like this ch, I'll take requests for what comes next. Thanks for reading!