(A/N: ~Sigh~ I have returned. I'm back and healthy and ready to write. I got Clouddreams helping me out and we made this chapter super long. I hope you all enjoy it, and it makes up for the time that I've been gone. My days are switching and updates are going to be on Fridays now.)

Chapter Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own the most wonderful cartoon that is called Young Justice.

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The Special Two

Chapter Ten

A Heavy Abacus

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It was dark, and he felt so very alone. He laid on his back feeling bare, staring up to the dark abyss that surrounds him.

He was... Scared.

The emptiness of that void starts filling him, leaving him cold to the core. He didn't like being alone.

He wished he wasn't so very alone.

Suddenly as if a higher power had heard his plea and granted his wish, something warm starts occupying the space in front of him. Was it his own body that had developed this new warmth?

The presence comforts him, soothes away the hole that grew within him.

Until... A chuckle so creepy yet familiar tickles against his ear drums. He doesn't seem to find anything in this situation humorous yet he is laughing along.

"Wally I sometimes wonder about you," A young voice told him, and he raises his arms to wrap around the small body above him, feeling the soft skin against his fingertips.

"Rob?" he asked through the fog. His voice sounded so distant like it was echoing around him rather than him speaking it right out of his mouth.

"Guess again Wall-man."

He felt the pressure above him lesson and he looked up to the once dark abyss now the color of a deep beauteous blue. The very oceans that had once caught him until he all he could do was drown in their depths.

Rich's eyes, he thought to himself.

No words needed to be shared as hands started to explore, both his and Richard's, stroking down trembling sides. Up heaving backs, around pounding hearts, over firm swell of a behind.

He wasn't sure which hand was his own or what body belonged to whom. All he knew was that he was with someone now. This person. Richard was his other half.

His mind was clear. He was unafraid now. All the demons and his past that seemed to love to haunt him, washed away by Richard's touch. There was nothing to worry about, nothing to think about but the need to stay close to this boy forever.

Their bodies pressed together, finally in contact after their hands had explored. Finally what they both had yearned for. His breath caught in his throat as did his partner's. When twin erections bumped together, nestling in the softness of their hips he felt as if he was in utter bliss.

His hand boldly grabbed Richard's bottom... Or it was vice-versa? He couldn't tell now. Their minds were so close. They almost seemed inseparable in the vast expanse of nothingness they resided in. Their hips started to rock together, pressing gently then receding a tiny bit. They stimulated their sensitive skin of their hard members while breaths and gasps are heard throughout the abyss. They echo around him and he fights back reaching his completion right then from those sweet sounds.

Everything was perfection. Just like Richard.

He dug his fingers into the boy's back. He clung, clutched, and held on as if Richard would let him fall back into loneliness.

He could feel himself complete Richard as much as Richard joined him.

He moved his hands upward and felt Richard's heartbeat. It fluttered just like a baby bird's wings...

Like a Robin.

Richard started to move, shifting in his arms, making him protest a bit. He doesn't want the other to leave. A hand stroking down his side soothed him and reassures him that everything will be alright. After a moment he realizes what Richard was doing, he was moving so they could give one another equal pleasure.

They now faced one another's crotches, the other's sweet musk filling his nostrils heat pooled in his belly. His kissed his partner's cock tenderly. He let his lips linger as his hand stroked down the other's soft backside and thighs. One hand slipped in between two legs to stroke the soft, pliant skin on the inside. His actions were mirrored, followed by a curious tongue lapping at his rigid erection. A shudder worked through his body and ended in his partner's. He can feel his and Richard's muscles tense but at the same time go languid as they loved each other, building this lust and pleasure between them with each pass of tongue, lips and hands.

Minutes passed, maybe hours as he touched and kissed his partner's passion, his own loved in return. Then the coil that developed in his stomach begins to break as he comes. Richard not too far behind. It's quietly and breathlessly, coating one another's throats with the stains of their rapture. Their bodies shuddered together and he clutched the other close, face buried in his partner's soft thighs as he panted. Suddenly their lips were together. He wasn't sure if he moved, his partner, or if they both did. He didn't care because at this very moment it didn't matter.

The taste of Richard made his toes curl and his heart sing. The kiss was soft in no rush, a kiss made to savor and love. How he expected to be kissed like. Not just the slight pecks he once had received before. This is what he wanted. This to him was love, this comfort, affection that filled all the empty spaces. Richard pulled away from him, smiling down. Eyes glittering with passion and this love. His mouth was open, taking, saying something just for him, but he couldn't hear.

A hand slides down his arm to his forearm as the words were said but not heard. That hand had settled itself over his scar and a thumb stroked the ragged skin against his inner wrist.

Suddenly his demons come back. Surrounding them, poking, prodding. Eating away at their peace. Throwing his past into the light, the best weapon to split them apart and take away his heart.

Tears begin to fall from his eyes and Richard only hushes him with his lips, and he can only lay there once again as Richard calms him from the demons whose whispers and beckons and told him to reside to the darkness.

There was something that I hadn't been very honest about with most people. My aunt and uncle knew full well of my issues. They think since it has been over five years that I was automatically over it.

I'm not.

But I don't want to talk to them about it. I hate the looks they give me, acting as if I was going to break. That I was some fragile child. I wasn't though. I was Kid Flash, partner of the Flash. I've fought with countless of villains and had my share of broken bones and fractures.

There was something wrong with me though. Memories of my experiences haunt me at night. Thoughts and dreams of Robin and Richard make me feel dirty. I don't like that my mind conjures up these things to plague me with.

I couldn't handle this.

I hated this feeling like this.

I stand in front of an apartment complex on the outskirts of Star City. I'm meant to be in bed, asleep, and I was sure if my aunt or uncle caught wind of my sudden disappearance in the middle of the night I wouldn't be able to do much of anything for the weeks to come.

But I had to chance it. I needed to talk to someone. My cell-phone is clutched in my left hand while I contemplate if it would be a good idea to have a chat with him.

I haven't talked to Roy since he declined the offer the team presented to him. He acted as if he didn't care for any of us anymore. I let out a heavy sigh. I knew Roy was as stubborn as I was, but he was still my friend. Even with his anger issues he was a good person to provide advice.

I glanced down at my phone and go through my contacts to find Roy's number then hit talk.

"Wally?" asked a very tired and annoyed archer on the other line. "What the hell? It's almost three in the morning."

"Roy?" I asked my voice sounded hoarse and strained from all the crying I had done after waking up from my dream and rushing to Star City. "I know its late b-but can I come in and ta-talk?" I managed out before, letting out a choked sob that I tried to desperately contain.

After all the crying I had done. I thought I couldn't produce anymore tears. I guess I was wrong.

I heard a sigh on the other line and the archer said, "Come on up."

I didn't need to be told twice as I rushed up the steps after he let me in. The door was open for me and I sped in closing it behind me.

The smell of musk hits my nose and I try to contain anymore outburst of sobs that so desperately want to exist my throat. I find my fellow redhead in his kitchen making a pot of what I presumed was coffee.

"So, what do I owe this unexpected visit Wally?" he asked, glancing my way.

I shrugged and pulled out one of his plastic chairs and took a seat at his dinner table, "Fancied a chat with one of my best pals."

"At three in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep." I said honestly.

"You've been crying Wally. Your face is all red and blotchy like it always does when you cry." Roy told me, reaching into his cabinet to grab two coffee mugs, setting one in front of me.

"Can't a guy cry?" I asked plainly, wiping at my wet face.

"Wally cut the crap. What the hell is the matter?" Roy asked his voice rising and I felt the pressure behind my eyes started to build painfully.

"Sorry." I told him honestly. He poured the warm liquid into my cup and did the same for himself before taking a taking a seat across from me. We stare at each other for a while until the archer lets out a heavy sigh and says.

"Well, I'm guessing something happened that made you want to come here and talk to me. I'm not sure about what, but obviously it's something that's really bothering you. I hope I don't have to beat anyone up at that new school of yours."

I let out a chuckle and hiccupped shaking my head, "No it's nothing about school."

"Well that's good." Roy said. "But, you should probably keep talking. Since I'm awake I suppose I can listen and maybe provide some advice."

"I'm not sure you'll be able to provide any advice on this situation I'm in Roy. Not exactly something you've been through." I told him, biting down hard on my lip.

Roy looked at me for a moment. His blue eyes looking at my face carefully as if trying to figure what was wrong by just looking at me. I clutched the mug of coffee and gulped some of it down, trying to not look away from those those piercing eyes. I needed to rid the feeling of this ever-growing lump from my throat.

Let's just say it didn't work.

I coughed then winced setting the mug down against the table. The coffee had burned down my throat and made tears reappear in my eyes. Roy was still looking at me though, trying to pry the issues I was having out of my mouth. Until he suddenly took a deep sigh, "Wally, I think I know what's going on."

"I doubt it." I told him, pulling down my sweatshirt sleeve to cover my damaged scar on the inside of my wrist. "This is the last thing I think people would expect."

I watched as Roy took a sip of his coffee, setting it back on the table then said, "That's exactly why I think I'm right. Because I know I'm the only one who has expected it. Or I guess I should say the only one who has suspected it. Being your older friend, I am a bit better at giving you some advice and not as blinded as the ones on that team of yours. Maybe because I know you a bit better. Well, not as much as Robin but he might be too young to really notice this. Either way I think I know what this is about."

I looked up at Roy, feeling my cheeks grow warm. "Guess then," I somewhat ordered. I figured he would guess wrong. Roy probably thought I had gotten some girl pregnant, or something crazy like that.

"I will." Roy assured. "I'm just trying to figure out the best way to say this gently. I don't want to offend you if I'm wrong."

"Oh," I said. "I don't care. Just tell me what you are thinking."

"This might…" Roy started hesitantly, "I just don't see this not being offensive either way I put it… Uh, Wally does this whole thing have anything to do with Robin?"

I can feel my face heat up more vigorously and I nod, "Um… yeah. A little."

"Okay," Roy said. "Well I was just wondering Wally. If this offends you by all mean I give you permission to punch me here and now. But uh, do you have feelings for Robin?"

Roy cleared his throat and my face begins to feel like its boiling. I assume Roy is waiting for that punch to his face, but I didn't have the desire to. So I answer his question instead.

"It isn't Robin per say. I mean, I guess, I did have feelings for him, but," I stumbling over completing the sentence, "I think what you're trying to ask me is if I'm gay, Roy."

"Yeah." Roy said looking down at his cup awkwardly.

"I don't know." I tell him. My eyes start to water again, "I don't want to be if I am."

"Wally?" Roy asks and I start to cry all over again. The dreams and feelings I've been getting I can't take. I hear a chair get pushed away and steps grow closer to me. Until strong arms cradle me and I let out a sob.

"I'm guessing I'm the first one you've told about this?" Roy said quietly and I nod, hiding my face with my hands. "Wally there isn't any shame in being gay. I know it would be sort of scary to be in your position, but if it is who you are then you should accept it. How about this, I'll ask you some questions? Just to make sure."

I wiped at my face and looked up at him. "O-okay."

"Well," he started taking his arms away from me, "Do you find women attractive?"

I think about it, biting my lip. Thinking about my answer carefully, "In a percentage. I'd say ten percent."

I watched as Roy nodded and then ask, "And men?"

"I… um." I paused trying to find the courage to speak out, "If I'm going to be honest. I'd say ninety percent."

"So, you are gay." Roy said, staring down at me. He sounded sort of happy to hear this.

"Yeah," I whispered, suddenly mesmerized with the coffee mug shining in the light provided by Roy's kitchen light. "I guess I am."

I was gay. I was admitting that I liked guys.

"Wow." was all Roy could say, and I took my gaze off of the mug to his beaming face. "It's kind of weird to hear you say it than just be speculating it. But I thought so."

"How could you tell?" I wondered, pulling so hard my sleeve that I thought it was going to be ripped off of my sweatshirt.

"Well, I've always just sort of wondered honestly. The way you behave with girls… sort of made me think that you were trying to convince yourself something. When Barry told Dinah (Black Canary) about the depression you were diagnosed last year well, it did make sense with all of this as well. Plus the way you act around Robin."

"Does anyone else know about this? When did Barry tell Black Canary that? And I don't act differently around Robin. He isn't the one I like!" I all but scream out, making Roy widen his eyes.

"Calm down Wally." Roy said placing his hands on the table, "I believe most of them don't think so at all. As to Barry I believe he told Dinah for counselor's advice, wondering what he could do to make you yourself again. I overheard them talking about it when I used to train with Oliver. You really do act differently with Robin Wally, but it might because you two are so close. I know he should be the one to tell you but he does like you more than a friend."

"I know." I said, scratching at my heated face.

"Oh," Roy said sounding rather surprised. "He tell you or something?"

"Well he didn't tell me directly. More on the lines thought no one was in the room kind of situation." I tell Roy, whose face suddenly goes pink.

"And he trained with the goddamned Batman." Roy said, shaking his head.

"Ha, that's what I thought. After the whole trying not to freak out that he felt that way towards me." I said, smiling a bit. "But still how did you know Roy? When no one else has."

"I just thought it was obvious." Roy said, grinning down at me. "You don't seem like a gay boy, Wally, but for some reason I always thought you were a bit odd."

I give him a glare and he chuckled. "I'm sure this is still frightening, but I'm sure you're a little happier after coming to this realization, though, don't you think?"

"I don't know. I'm still a little freaked out about this." I told the archer, and feel him softly grip my shoulder.

"I know Wally, but it's going to be alright. I'm here if you need anything. Help talking to your aunt and uncle or anything."

"Thanks Roy." I told him, "You know you should sometimes lose the hard ass attitude in the field. I like this Roy a lot better."

I watched as he rolled his eyes and move back over to his seat. "Don't get used to it West."

We sat in silence for a while, taking sips of our coffee. I started to calm down from all the emotions that hit me like a lightening bolt; panic, fear, self disgust and pain. It started to fade away. I was relieved to tell at least someone about this. Yet there was still some of it bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

I was honestly terrified of what being gay would mean. Was I going to be stereotyped? I already was with my science background. Were members of the league going to say that I would never be allowed to be on the league, because of this?

"So." Roy started.

I snapping out of my thoughts to look at the archer. "I'm sure you won't want to tell me but… may I ask who the guy is?"

"No, it's okay." I assured and took a deep breath, "He goes to school with me. He's a grade below me. His name is Richard. Richard Grayson."

The smile Roy was giving me seemed a little weird but I didn't get a chance to ask him why he was smiling like he knew something I didn't, because he suddenly said,

"You better get going home Kid. It's already past four in the morning. Don't want you to get caught out bed."

"Right." I said standing up and picked up my mug pouring the rest of the contents down the sink and quickly washed it out with water. "Thank you Roy for everything."

"Anytime Wally." He stopped then said, "But may be morning calls and visits could happen later in the future yeah? If you ever need talk again about this."

"Oh, yeah." I said sort of apologizing. I waved a goodbye, heading back home before Aunt Iris would wake up and check in on me.

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"Come on Wally. Let's not waste all day in here. I still wanted to stop by the arcade. It closes at nine." I told the closed dressing room door. I can hear rustling behind the door as a response and I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you look fine Wally. Come on out."

There is a pause where I impatiently tap my foot against the store's floor and I hear more rustling behind the door. I'm about to open my mouth and call for him to get out and let me see the clothes I helped him pick out when his voice sounds from behind the shut door.

"Hey Rich?" He asks, sending tingles up my spine at the nickname he chooses to call me. "You promise you won't laugh if it looks terrible on me?"

Despite the tingles I was feeling I furrowed my eyebrows together. I found this behavior from the impulsive speedster odd. Lately, he has been concerned with how he looked and wasn't being as playful as he usually is. He hasn't had a conversation with Robin in five days. Anytime he would show up at the cave he would raid the kitchen, emptying out anything that he could get his itching fingers on. He would sit on the couch in the living room, filling his mouth with chips in one hand while his other hand held the television's remote.

He would channel surf every five minutes or so. Conner had already gotten pissed off with Wally about four days ago, yelling at him that he could at least watch something all the way through. I remember watching Wally's face became so expressionless that would make even Batman proud. I watched him stand up, wiping off the crumbs on his pants and sped away without saying a word.

Only leaving a gust of wind behind him.

We all tried to talk to him, but he would only give us short responses, giving us this bull that he was completely fine. That he merely just needed time to think things over. It scared me, because I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. None of us did.

It was depressing that Wally didn't think he could confide in me. Heavy on the de.

So it was surprising that this morning while I was smoothing out my hair to receive a text from the gloomy speedster, asking Dick if I could help him pick something out after school today to wear to the birthday party Bette was planning for him. I couldn't find myself to object to his simple request. I had to find out what was going on with him. Batman was keeping me so busy we never really got to hang out except for missions so I suppose it would seem natural he wasn't coming to Robin if I never got to spend time with him. If Robin couldn't get Wally to spill maybe Richard can.

"I promise I will not laugh. A bit." I told him, reminding myself why I was here.

I hear a heavy sigh from the other side of the door, and he carefully opened it. Wally stepped out the room, holding open the door. His face turning a deep crimson.

I nearly swallowed my tongue. Oh, my god. My mind could only provide to explain the current situation I was in. I stared at the usually carelessly and casually dressed speedster now wearing clothes that I certainly approved of.

No longer did Wally don the slightly large off-colored t-shirt. Instead in its place was an snugly fitted charcoal shirt, with its sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms. The black buttons that ran down the middle perfectly followed the form of his well-toned chest. I had no problem picturing the exact shape and size of Wally's torso. His jeans were a great improvement on the slightly baggy ones he normally wore. Not too tight, but not too loose; the pants gave the speedster some room to move. Yet still showcased Wally's toned thighs, and if Wally were to turn around. I was sure that his behind would look perfect in those jeans as well.

"I changed my mind. I think I'd rather you to be laughing at me."

"What?" I asked waking up from a daze my eyes looking up at his green orbs.

"That bad, huh?" he asked sheepishly, pointing at the clothes that showed off his body so well.

Oh, yeah really. Like so much better than well.

"I didn't say anything of the sort." I told him, wishing he would turn around so I could see what his backside would look like.

"That's my point you haven't said anything."

"Because I'm having a hard time believing it's still you! Wally, it's not bad at all. It's better. Much better dude," I said firmly. I paused and took another few seconds to admire the new look the speedster was sporting once more. "Trust me, you look… really, really good."

A hint of an smile appeared on the ginger's face, but then all too sudden dissipates. "Alright. Can I go back inside now?" he asked. I assumed because he probably didn't appreciate being so closely ogled at.

"Uh, sure. Take the shirt off, but leave the pants. I'm going to give you another shirt to try on." I told him as he strides back into the room, and shut the door.

"Kay, but I only have a twenty. So I'll probably just get a pair of jeans and wear a shirt I have at home." He said behind the door and I bite my bottom lip. My cheeks felt like they had been set on fire. Wally in his normal attire was a sight to behold. But this well-dressed Wally was simply incredible! All I really wanted to do at the moment was to open that dressing room door, and run my fingers down the speedster's chest. I wanted to confirm that Wally's pectorals and abdominals really were as tantalizing as they appeared even through a shirt. Heat remained throughout my body as an image of Wally in those jeans flashed through my mind. Being a fraction tighter than Wally's usual pair, I was given the chance to glimpse briefly his crotch region and I note that the material in that area had a distinct outward curve.

As if in response, the temperature in my body rose increasingly and settled in the V of my own jeans. Calm down! I warned myself, trying desperately rid myself of the embarrassingly pink cheeks.

"Have the next one ready?"

This was the second time I had to snap myself out of a daze. I hurriedly sorted through the pile of clothes beside me, trying to pick out a grey V-neck shirt that was sure to show off Wally's upper body muscles.

"Yeah here," I told him, handing him the sweater over the door. I felt him grip onto the shirt his hand was merely inches away from mine.

"Well," I said quickly, letting go off the shirt quickly and stepped back over to the display table of shirts and pants. "I could help you out. If you really want the shirts."

"That's really cool of you but," Wally said, opening the door and I swallowed back a moan. "It's not necessary. The pants alone are nineteen."

"It's no trouble Wally." I told him because I really wanted to transform Wally's wardrobe into one that would leave him the envy of all. Plus, I still had to get the speedster something for his birthday. Which was tomorrow.

Being the first ward of a wealthy aristocrat, I had an almost unhealthy supply of money available to me at any time. Of course, I had enough sense in me to not let it get to my head. It wasn't until after my family had died on that broken wire that's when I truly understood her words. When I first arrived at the Wayne manor my room was filled with things that I've always yearned for, but that didn't matter anymore because everything I needed had slipped past my fingers. They had fallen through the air and went into a world that I couldn't enter yet.

I shake my head, ridding the thoughts of the past since it always brought an unbearable pressure behind my eyes. I decided that in this situation that I was going to buy whatever the speedster really wanted.

"Don't worry about it West. Think of it as an early birthday present." I told him and before he could utter a response I ushered him back into the dressing room. I found another pair of pants that we picked out earlier and flung it over the dressing room door, telling him to try those on.

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"Aunt Iris is going to freak with all the clothes you got me." I said my stomach twisted with panic at the long lecture I was going to endure when I get home. "Rich, let's go back you really don't have to buy me clothes to wear. I only invited you to come with me to help me pick something out for that birthday party. Not buy all of this."

I watched as Rich looked over his shoulder. He suddenly looked hurt. "You saying that you don't like the present I got you for your birthday?"

"No!" I said quickly, re-adjusting the many bags in my hands, "You know what I mean."

"I don't. It's a birthday gift. If you want I'll come over and tell Iris that." He said and I remembered the dream I had about him a last night and the discussion I had with Roy this morning.

"N-no that's alright. I'm sure you have to be home soon." I said, checking the time on my watch it was already five.

"Hm," he hummed and looked around the mall that we were in. "Instead of going to the arcade want to grab something to eat?"

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to say yes but a tiny bit of myself said no because I was afraid of what I might do. I've been containing this discovery for a bit.

I really wanted to feel his lips against mine.

"Uh –" I stopped because my stomach suddenly gave a growl, and I blushed.

"I take that as a yes?" Dick asked and I nodded sheepishly, following him towards the food court. We walk, talking about nothing of importance. We just talked since that's what friends do. My heart though, it just kept beating so rapidly in my chest. I swear that it was going to give out very soon. Dick was just smiling at me, making my cheeks grow redder, and his laughter at my attempted joke was just maddening to me.

I didn't know what to do. His lips were just begging me to kiss him.

"So, what do you think sounds good?"

"Huh?" I asked turning to look at Dick who raising his eyebrows at me.

"Dude, stop fantasizing about Bette. You'll see her tomorrow, and it's gross." Dick said.

I'm not thinking about her. I'm thinking about you.

"I think I'm just going to get a sub." I said, heading towards the substation, Dick hot at my heels.

"Well are you going to tell her that you like her. She obviously likes you?" he asked behind me and I bit on my upper lip.

"I don't think I like her like that." I tried to drop the conversation, waiting impatiently as the guy in front of me contemplated on what he wanted.

"What exactly is on a BLT sub?"

The employee behind the counter gave the customer a weird look, trying to figure out if he was for real or not and tried to be professional without laughing at the man's crazy question.

"But just Monday you said that you thought she was cute, and that you were going to ask her out." Dick pried, moving around me to see my face. As I try to not met his pretty blue eyes.

"You find something bad about her?" he asked, and I shook my head thinking,

More on the lines of I found something else about myself.

~000~

"Are you sure we can be up here?" Wally asked sounding all of a sudden terrified.

"Well, probably not but I think it'll be okay since Bruce is on good terms with the people who own this mall. Daddy helps them maintain their debts." I told Wally giving him a wink.

"That doesn't give me any comfort Dick." He said and I shrugged.

"Damn Wally and you're a super? I thought you'd be a little more adventurous. You do everything Flash tells you?"

He gave me a glare and opened the door that led to the roof of the mall his bag of fast-food clutched tightly in his left hand. "Fine, but I'm not going to be blamed if we get caught."

"Fine." I agreed and Wally shyly walked out on the roof going to the side and looked out at Gotham. I followed him and look out at my city. The city that Batman and I protect. The sun was just settling over the skyline and nightfall was approaching sooner than what I thought.

Then all hell would break loose.

After a while of just staring mesmerized by the city's scenery Wally and I sit down to eat. The only noises that are heard are the slight chirping from the birds overhead and the speedster's horrible manners. I take small bites of my sandwich and let out a sigh. I needed to talk to him. I had to know what was wrong. I set my sandwich on the wrapping paper and look up at Wally who was just opening his bag of potato chips. He was always so absorbed when he ate.

"Hey Wally?"

"Yeah?"

"You doing alright?" I asked cautiously. A bitter wind suddenly flies past us and we shiver.

"I'm fine." He told me, reaching his hand in the chip bag.

"I suppose you look fine, but if there was anything wrong would you tell me?" I really wished I had my mask on. I should have known Wally wouldn't be open with Dick when he wouldn't even talk to Robin.

"I guess I would." Wally said, as I watch him scratch at his chin. My eyes were drawn to the scar that flashed with each scratched. The damaged skin stuck out against his fair skin. It looked well healed so I knew it didn't happen any time soon. It was about an inch long across so I assumed whenever he got it he needed sutures. It looked like it was gashed into with a blade. My stomach did a horrible flip. I was hoping that mark had nothing to do with the way the speedster was acting, and yet I knew that it did.

"We are good friends right? Even though we've only been friends for a couple months, yeah?" Wally suddenly asked, and I pried my eyes away from the scar to his face. He looked very sad all of a sudden and it was irritating for me to see him like that, and not knowing why because he was so stubborn and won't tell me.

"Yeah, I feel like we've known each other for a while even though we've known each other for a few months." I lied, taking a sip of my coke hoping to wash the guilt away.

"You have that feeling too?" Wally asked, smiling over at me. Which I tried to return, but probably looked forced.

I was supposed to be his best friend. I was supposed to make him happy when he was blue. I was to help him through anything. That was how it worked, and he would return the favor.

But I was being a horrible friend.

I'm a horrid friend. Please Wally when I'm able to tell you who I am. Please don't hate me as much as I hate myself for keeping this from you. I begged to him within my mind, and swallowed.

"So, I feel like I can trust you and tell you something," Wally began and I nodded, telling him that he could. "And you could do the same Rich."

"O-kay."

Wally runs his hand through his hair, staring out at the other side of the roof. "I really don't know where to start."

"How about the beginning?" I asked and he smiled still looking out. His green eyes suddenly going glassy.

"That's probably the best place. I- I've been having some really fucked up dreams lately." I flinched because I don't think I've ever heard Wally say that word before now. What the hell was going on?

"At first they were just plain nightmares of my past, but now-" He stopped and sniffed the air. "They've been different."

I frowned because I didn't know he was having nightmares at all. He didn't tell me (Robin) anything anymore.

"Like what?"

He shook his head and took his bag of chips, eating the chips that were left.

"Wally, please trust me." I said, biting my lip and carefully put my hand on his forearm. My insides fluttered feeling his body heat through the material of his school's uniform shirt. He glanced at me his eyes watering a tad and I opened up my mouth to ask what was wrong.

"Richard, please don't tell anyone." He begged and I nodded, feeling my heart break at this sight.

"Wally what's wro-"

"I'm gay."

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