Please Love me

Disclaimer: I don't own young justice

A/N: this is gonna get really messed up

Chapter Four: Push

He met him at Gotham academy. Dick was a freshmen and Drake was a senior. Drake had asked Dick out a million times, every time he said no. but when things went downhill with Wally Dick gave in. Drake had given him the attention he so desperately wanted from Wally. But Drake got possessive.

Any guy that even looked at Dick was likely to get the living shit kicked out of them and if Dick talked to other guy's...well… it wasn't much better.

Things had moved fast, way too fast. Dick is only thirteen and as many horrible things he's seen he was still innocent. He didn't know what to make of Drake's advances and once it had gone too far he didn't know how to make it stop.

Dick feels sick every time Drake touches him, kisses him, when he's inside him. He finds his body covered in hickey's and bite marks and scratches. He's often left bleeding only to be told:

"Clean up, get dressed and get out."

The first time it happened Dick actually threw up. Drake had hit him for that. For a long time no one knew, until Roy. Dick had gotten invited to just hang out with the older. Roy had heard Wally hadn't been spending much time with Dick; he wanted to cheer him up.

Roy had kissed him, when they were sitting on his couch watching a movie. The red head had instantly apologized for the action and that's when Dick broke down. He told Roy everything, bawling in his arms. He cried until he was sick and Roy felt like he was going to be sick.

And the whole thing had an unexpected turn; Roy hates Wally. Well maybe hate is too strong of a word. Blindly furious at him is probably better. The fact that he could ignore someone he'd known for years for some little bitch in a green belly shirt (a/n: I'm still under the belief Roy does not like her and neither do I) it filled Roy with rage. And the fact that Dick loved Wally the way Roy wished he would love him made him his fury grow.

Roy drives his bike up to the front of the Wayne Manor. He has long ago learned Dick's identity and Bruce's as well. The bat wasn't happy but he trusted the archer to keep their secret (or else). Roy knocks on the door and Alfred answers. Roy likes Alfred, the kind old man always seemed to have Dick's well-being front most in his mind (and he make amazing peanut butter cookies which just happen to be Roy's favorite).

"Well come back Master Roy," the elderly man greets. "Master Dick is in his room."

"For the millionth time," Roy says. "You can just call me Roy." The red head starts to walk towards the stairs when Alfred's hand touches his shoulder.

"Is…is something wrong with Master Dick," the old man inquires something in his voice that Roy cannot place. "Master Bruce and I have become extremely worried for him but he's so distant these days…" the old man's voice trails away. Roy sighs deeply. He doesn't feel right telling the truth about Dick no matter how badly he wants to.

"I think," Roy says. "I think he just really needs to feel loved, to know that you and Bruce will always be there for him and accept him no matter what." Roy frowns deeply.

"Whatever else is for him to say, not me," Roy says walking towards the stairs. Alfred nods and goes back to his cleaning. Roy goes up the stairs and opens the door to Dick's room. The room is probably bigger than Roy's apartment and it prides him to know that he has been in Robin's private sanctuary and his bastard of a 'boyfriend' hadn't.

Dick is lying on his bed reading The Hobbit for probably the twentieth time. Roy knows it's his favorite because his mother uses to read it to him a chapter at a time. Roy shuts the door behind him and notes that Dick's iPod is on the dock and playing Grand Thief Auto by Fallout boy

Where is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentlemen. Maybe he won't find out what I know. You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Roy realizes that Dick hasn't even noticed him. He crawls across the bed and leans over Dick kissing him softly on the lips. Dick blinks his big, perfect eye's owlishly up at the red head before smiling.

"Hey," he greets in a voice reaped with innocence.

"Hey," Roy returns happy to see what appears to be a true smile on the little birds. "When are you going to get tired of reading that book?"

"When the ending changes," Dick smirks which is just a smart ass way of saying never. Dick sits up, dog earing the page and setting the book down on his nightstand. Roy leans against the lead board of the bed and is pleased when Dick snuggles up against him. Roy runs his fingers up the boy's arm to his shoulders.

"Damn you're tense," Roy says. "Something happen?"

"Fell off the bars," Dick mumbles feeling embraced. "Landed on my back." Roy frowns.

"Well that's no good," he says shifting Robin so he's in front of him. "I can fix that. Ollie said my fingers can work magic and if you make a sexual joke I'm getting up and leaving."

"I'm not Wally," Dick says titling his head back to look at the others blue eyes.

"No you're not," Roy says planting a kiss on his forehead. Roy runs his fingers down Dick's back causing the boy to shiver. Dick relaxes into Roy's touch and his practically purring. Roy guesses it's been a long time since someone touched him like this and didn't expect anything in return.

"R-Roy," Dick suddenly turns his head so one eye can see his friend.

"Yeah," Roy asks.

"D-do," Dick bites his bottom lip. "Do you l-love me?" Roy looks shocked at the question. He pulls Dick onto his lap.

"Of course I love you," Roy whisper nuzzling the top of Dick's head breathing in his scent. Roy always thinks he smells like peppermint and raspberries. "Why would you even asks me that?"

"Sometimes I just don't feel like anyone does," Dick says. Roy sighs and wonders what the hell happened to the cocky, sarcastic boy he grew up around. He tightens his arms around Dick and wonders how the hell this is going to get fixed and what will happen if it doesn't.