"You need to come with us."

"What the fuck did I do last night?" Roy asked himself.

The guy with the gun fired a warning shot and Roy ducked in fear.

"You need to come with us," the man repeated fiercely.

Roy threw his hands up and sighed. "Okay, Okay."

He walked towards the limo and smirked. "You don't have to point that at me."

The man jabbed him in the back with the gun. Roy grunted and spun around, snatched the gun from its owner's hands and shot him in the shoulder. He turned to face the guy beside him and broke his nose with the blunt end of the gun, then he shot their leader in the knee.

Roy turned to run but found himself stopping right where he stood. He was bleeding freely from his chest.

Of course, he thought. Why didn't I make sure the guy didn't have another gun?

The boss and the guy with the broken nose scrambled back inside their limo and sped off. Roy fell to his knees and clutched his chest. He was going to die. He just knew he was going to die.


Bruce watched as Dick slept peacefully in his room. He had no idea that his friend had been gunned down the previous morning. And Bruce was hoping that it stayed that way.

He couldn't understand why anyone would go after Roy like that.

No. He could, actually. This was Gotham. If someone wanted to kidnap you and out you to work doing god knows what, they would. And you would have to like it or die.

Apparently, Roy didn't like it.

Batman had no leads about why this happened. He had no evidence to convict anyone. All he had was an injured nineteen year old laying in his bed. Bruce punched the wall and grunted, then returned to his room.

He wanted to strangle someone. He wanted to-

"Ugh! Why am I getting so worked up over this kid!"

Roy stirred in his sleep. He muttered something about pancakes and his eyes fluttered open.

"Bruce?" He asked.

The brooding man turned and frowned. Roy tried to sit up but Bruce wouldn't let him.

"What...who...why am I here?"

"Shh. You've been shot. When I found you, you were passed out in front of a telephone booth.. We thought you were going to die of hypothermia."

Roy held Bruce's hand to his chest. Neither man wanted to let go.

"Bruce," Roy whispered "You saved me.."

"I'm your knight in shining armor, remember?" The older man joked.

Roy chuckled. It seemed nice to have someone he actually cared about in his bed. Roy leaned forward, closer to Bruce. He wanted nothing more than to have the man embrace him.

"Roy..." Bruce whispered. "I was so worried about you."

Bruce leaned forward. Their lips touched for a moment. When he felt Roy pull away, he wanted to scream. He didn't know what this was. Maybe the feelings would wear off.

Roy kissed the man again. He pushed everything aside: Dinah, Ollie...even Donna. That all went to the back of his mind, just for this moment.

The passion was incredible. Roy pulled himself onto the man and ground against him softly. Bruce pushed his hips moved in synch with Roy and moaned.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Bruce pointed out.

"I can't help how I feel about you."

Bruce nodded because he understood how Roy was feeling inside. He laid him down and kissed him again.

"Just this once," Bruce asked.

Roy nodded and let the man undress him. Roy popped off each button of the older man's Oxford style shirt with a small smile. He ran his fingers along his stone hard abs seductively. He wanted this so bad.

He loved the feeling of Bruce being inside of him, even if it was just this one time. Roy moaned when Bruce hit his spot and arched his back. Bruce was gritting his teeth to keep from moaning, but the sounds coming from the younger man were unbearable.

He loved hearing Roy like thins. He loved hearing him with his guard down. And Roy loved seeing Bruce panting and out of breath.

"Bruce!" The younger man moaned. "Ah!"

Bruce nuzzled the man's neck as they both reached climax and collapsed on top of him. Roy threw his arms around his neck and didn't move from that position. His legs were still tied around the billionaire's slim waist (he didn't plan on moving those either).

The older man kissed him again before falling asleep...still inside of him. Roy closed his eyes and followed shortly.

There was a small creaking from the door then a loud clatter of dishes that hit the ground.

Alfred's monocle, along with a single plate of crumpets were scattered on the floor.