And now...for a chapter with both of the red heads. Double the best friend action. Double the ginger-y goodness! And for the record, I mean ginger in the nicest way. I have hade good friends that are ginger, and quite frankly, I am jealous of their luscious fiery locks. So if you are a ginger, be proud!

If you hurt yourself doing something stupid, a good friend will make sure you're alright, then call 911 or get someone for you...

Dick, Kal, Wally and Roy were all hanging out at the Manor. Well, to be honest, Richard was the only one doing any hanging. And swinging,
and flipping, and...well, you get the point. The boys were goofing around doing cartwheels and stuff and Dick-eleven-topped them all by doing a double mid-air somersault after launching himself off of the back of the couch. After he landed, all he said was, "No one tells Alfred. He'll have my hide if he finds out I was on the back of the couch again." Roy and Wally just laughed. Only Dick would worry about that instead of gloating over the fact that he was acrobatically superior then three older boys. Kaldur stared in amazement.

"I have never seen anyone so young so talented before."

Richard smiled. "If you think that's cool, you should see me when I'm on the bars." Richard made his way down to the gym and the other boys followed. The two red heads exchanged worried glances. Bruce made it very clear the Dick didn't go near those things without an adult around. Richard made his way across the gym to the bars and rings that Bruce had set up for him.

"Dick, I don't know if that's a good idea." Roy said.

Wally rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah dude. What if you get hurt?"

Richard laughed. "I never have before. Besides, it's not even that far of a fall. What's the worst that can happen?" The gingers would have protested but Richard batted his eyes, stuck out his lower lip and poured on his patented pout.

"Oh, fine!" Roy caved after five minutes. Longer than Wally, who hid behind the older red head after two. He was sixteen, angsty, rebellious...and totally palpable in his baby brother's hands. *Darn his cuteness.* Roy thought bitterly.

Dick laughed triumphantly and got onto the bars. He started to fly. He did flips and turns and spins. Kaldur stared on with his mouth slightly agape. Wally eventually relaxed as he watched his best friend have fun. But he was still a little anxious, in the back of his mind. Roy, however never relaxed. He concentrated on Dick's every move. After a while, Dick decided just to hang from the highest bar upside down by just his legs. That was when Roy and Wally started moving closer. Kaldur was asking how Dick did that with such grace and ease. "It's easy. But, I've been doing this since I was pretty much a baby." Richard was about to flip down from the bar when the unthinkable happened. As he was reaching for the bar with his hand, he didn't look to see that he had a good grip on it. He swung his legs down and...slipped. Suddenly, Dick was falling to the ground. Wally was frozen in horror. Dick fell to the ground on his right arm first. All of the boys heard the sickening crack it made. Dick instantly rolled over on his back and screamed in pain, clutching his arm to his chest.

Kaldur was the first by his side, Wally a split second after. "Are you alright, my young friend?"

Dick gasped. "Y-y-yeah...Ju-just great. But, uh...do you think th-that you could...c-c-call 911?" The young boy was trying to hold it together, and doing a great job for an eleven year old. He couldn't stop the tears that flowed out of his eyes, though. Kaldur nodded and ran for the phone upstairs. As he was beginning to dial, Bruce Wayne walked in.

Kaldur's eyes went wide. "Oh dear." the young Atlantian muttered.

Mean while, Roy and Wally were furious. "How could you be so reckless?" Roy yelled.

Dick whimpered. "I'm sor-"

"We both told you it wasn't a good idea, but you just had to go and do it anyway, didn't you?" Wally asked angrily. The young boy started crying. He couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. Especially not with the two boys he considered his big brothers yelling at him for what was, in his eleven year old mind, clearly and accident. Roy immediately gathered the crying boy into his arms, careful not to touch the broken arm, and cradled Richard's head against his chest.

"Shh, Dickie. Shh. It's alright. We're sorry for yelling." Roy said soothingly. Wally brushed Dick's hair out of his eyes.

"You just can't scare us like that," Wally explained.

Dick sobbed. "I'm sorry, Roy. Wally. I d-d-didn't m-mean-"

"We know, kiddo." Roy whispered.

Wally smiled. "Just, next time you get on that thing, make sure Bruce or Alfred is in here with you." Dick's eyes widened.

"I...I d-don't want a n-next time." The young boy said fearfully.

The reds looked at each other. "What do you mean?" the eldest asked.

"I f-f-f-fell...Th-th-that's how m-my parents...it's what h-happened...I don't want to do that again." Dick finished. He couldn't bring himself to say how his parents died. It was too painful.

Wally bit his lip in thought. He didn't want his little brother to be afraid of what he loved most...Next to hero-ing. The junior speedster snapped his fingers as he got an idea. He zoomed over to the set of bars. "This old thing? It can't hurt you. There is nothing to be afraid of Dick. Look," Wally said as he brilliantly kicked his foot at one of the thick metal posts holding the whole thing up with all of his might. They all heard the loud ringing and crunch that came after. Wally scrunched his eyes shut and bit his lip together. He didn't want to let out the yell of pain that was building in the back of his throat. Slowly, he raised his left leg up to his chest and grabbed his foot. He had broken all of his toes...wonderful. "Ya see?" Wally asked in a strangled voice. He opened his eyes to see Roy and Richard just staring at him with the same look on their faces. Wide eyes, mouths hanging open. Wally chuckled as he gingerly set his foot down, trying to play off the pain. "You guys...you should see the looks on your faces." Wally said, trying to force laughter that he knew sounded more like hysterics.

"Wally..." Dick whispered.

"Man, West. Are you alright?" Roy asked worriedly. Wally started to nod as tears poured out of his eyes. At which point he saw no more point in pretending. The fourteen year old fell to the ground and clutched his foot yelling. That was when the playboy and lord of the Manor came in.

"Dick! Are you okay?" Bruce had to pry away Dick's left hand away from his chest-with the help of Roy. Then, when he took hold of his son's right arm, the eleven year old hissed in pain. "It's definitely broken, chum." Bruce said.

Dick groaned, "I could have told you that, Bruce." Normally, the boy was easy going, but now was not one of those times. Bruce had to smile at the bite in the eleven year old's voice. The kid had spunk. Bruce turned when he heard groaning behind him. He saw Kaldur'aum hovering over Wally, who was in the fetal position holding his left leg tightly.

"Um...Wallace. What did you do?" Bruce asked, uncertain if he wanted to know the answer. Wally just groaned and shook his head. He would not be answering.

"Dick said that he was afraid to get back on the bars...Wally wanted to show him there was nothing to be afraid of, so he...he kind of kick the pole." Roy answered for his fellow ginger. Dick unexpectedly started to laugh. Roy looked down at his baby brother. "What is so funny?"

"I said I was afraid of falling. Not of kicking metal poles like an idiot. Which, if I was afraid of that, Wally wouldn't have helped much." This made Roy start laughing too. They both stopped when Wally yelled as Bruce took off his shoes to inspect the damage.

"Well...I'm so happy that I could make you feel better, Dickie bird." Wally said with a slightly psychotic smile that made Roy pull the boy a little closer to his chest. After a couple of seconds of silence, all three boys started laughing. Kaldur just stared on in confusion as he held Wally's hand in his own, so Wally could squeeze it to help with the pain.

Bruce shook his head at the boys. The serious Atlantian would never understand them. He came too late to the party. These boys had been together for almost three years. Plus, Atlantis had a different culture. Bruce picked his son up and Roy helped Wally limp out of the gym and to the car. Bruce drove them to the hospital. Dick and Wally both had to get casts. They were the first to sign each other's. Roy pulled out his phone and took a picture of his two stupid little brothers...that he wouldn't trade for the world.

...but a best friend will yell at you for being an idiot, then make sure you're okay...then kick the inanimate object that helped cause your pain.

I personally like this one a lot. Kicking the pole seemed like a total Wally move to me. And poor Kaldur never will understand those three. I doubt even the mentors do.