A/N: Hey guys...it seems I spent most of my time messaging than actually writing. And thus, this is the result. There are some parts that I just left them hanging because I didn't know where else to go with them. And I apologize for the lacking in Robin's part due to the fact, I thought it seemed more fitting for Roy to do that. And yes this is a multiple parts chapter. xD

Day 10: Something you Hate

Characters: Roy, YJ members...and Batman

Rating: T (ish?) (Though...I may warn some of you youngens that Artemis' part makes this rating questionable. Implied sexual content that I do not think is enough for an M rating. XD)

Genre: Friendship, Humor, Comfort, Romance

There were many things that Roy hated. He hated the fact that his old teddy bear had been neglected to be dusted by the maids at Ollie's place, when he had returned for some of his stuff. He hated how his personalized trick arrows would not work to his liking when he really needed them. He hated how the tenant that lived above him would listen to music with a heavy base that it shook the shade of his lamp. He hated how Batman would sometimes show up and try to convince him to "fix it" with Ollie, as if he knew that working independently was a bad idea.

True, all of those were things that he hated, but what he hated the most was how his apartment, his refuge from all things hero, was used as an escape for his less than fortunate friends. Sure he was alright when they came over to rant about things, that he understood completely, but when something happened to them physically and were told to stay at his place by the mentors, that was when he was irked to no end.

Kid Flash

He was officially about to kill the kid zipping around his apartment. All Roy wanted was some peace and quiet so he could study for an exam he had the next day, but no, his luck was so unfortunate to have let Barry Allen come knocking at his door to unceremoniously drop an eight-year-old Wally at his doorstep. A hyperactive, nonstop talking, always moving eight-year-old Wally. Thankfully, the kid had no speeding powers at the moment, but Roy had to wonder how his parents handled this Wally.

"Roy, Roy, did you know that there's a colony of dust bunnies under your couch? Do you know why people call them dust bunnies? I don't get that, they form balls if you don't vacuum properly. They don't look like bunnies at all. Hey, there's an orange stain on this carpet! Did you spill orange juice on here? Mmm, orange juice is good, but I like apple juice too. If orange juice and apple juice taste good by themselves, then they must taste awesomer if you mix them together, right Roy?"

Instead of continuing to write down notes, he had long started scribbling around on his piece of paper, to try to distract his mind from listening in on Wally's incessant talking. There has got to be a way to shut this kid up. He could not afford to get another C. He liked his B's and sometimes A's, thank you very much.

He looked up from his paper to glare menacingly at the other redhead who was now ranting off about how prune juice was the most disgusting liquid to have entered his mouth. At another time, Roy would have readily agreed with him, but for now, he was so focused on shutting that mouth. At first he thought of just taking a sock -a clean one, mind you, he wasn't that much of a monster- and stuffing it in his mouth. It was a good plan, all he had to do was tie the boy's hands together and store him in his closet until Barry picked him up the next day.

Another thought came to mind, and he abruptly stood up. He muttered a "stay here" to the chattering boy before he walked into the kitchen. It was only a few moments before he came back with a small glass of orange juice with a faux smile. Wally was now going on about how his mom made really good sweet potato pie.

"Hey, you said you like orange juice, right? Here, have some." Roy placed the glass on the coffee table and sat down.

Wally grinned joyously, barely uttering a thank you, then downed the whole glass in one go. Roy watched intently as he opened his mouth to say something, but the other red head seemed to feel sluggish. His eyes felt heavy, and he let out a very obnoxious yawn.

"Feeling tired, buddy?" Roy was sure to keep a blank face, while internally whooping for joy just as Wally nodded tiredly. He got back up and plucked the younger boy into his arms.

"Why don't you sleep in my bed while I continue studying, okay?"

"Okay Roy," the eight-year-old mumbled sleepily.

By the time he tucked the kid in, Wally was out cold. A very sinister smile grew on his face, sort of comically, and he let out a dark chuckle. "Thank you sleeping pills."

Miss Martian

As far as he knew (threatened) this was never ever going to be known by the others. Not when M'gann put him in some sort of pink, frilly apron, which he did not own, after he had just taken a shower. Ergo, he was helping her bake in just his boxers, an apron and fuzzy bunny slippers.

He sighed in frustration as he cracked an egg on the side of the bowl. "You could have at least let me put on a shirt. And these slippers are ridiculous." He lifted his foot emphasize his complaint, making the floppy ears move as if they were alive.

"You'll get cold if you walk around bare-footed in the kitchen, since it's made out of tiles. Besides those slippers are a gift. Don't you think they're cute?" M'gann was floating next to him, watching intently. It was weird to watch her move around in a five-year-old body, especially when she was mentally sixteen...or forty-eight...He probably shouldn't have bragged that he could make a mean batch of brownies. Maybe that's the reason why she was making him bake for her.

"M'gann, when it comes to being a male, we don't do cute. Milk, please." She floated over to the fridge to open it, and lifted a heavy carton of milk. Her little arms shook, her new body not used to the weight, and she let out little puffs of air as she glided next to him to set the milk down beside his arm.

"How do you make brownies moist? I can never seem to get them like that."

"Well, maybe it's because you leave them in the oven for too long, but other than that, it's the amount of oil that you put in."

"And what type of oil?"

"I use olive oil, for healthy reasons."

"Oh okay."

There was a moment of silence as Roy poured the milk in the measuring cup until the liquid was precisely where it was supposed to touch the line. "So any reason why you can't just transform the body you have now to the one you had before?"

"It was an age reversal spell. My mind was mature enough to block out the mental effects, but it took a lot of effort to block my mind, so I didn't have much concentration to block my body. And I can't change it back because my body isn't capable at changing age form."

"So that's why you're able to keep human shape, but not change back."

"Mhmm..."

"That's interesting."

There was another set of silence as Roy managed to mix in the remaining ingredients and pour everything into a 9x8 pan. When she floated the pan into the oven, and he set the timer, that was when Roy asked the big question.

"Do you want some Chocos while we wait?" And yes, he did feel a little bit creeped out at the fact that he sounded like one of those pedophiles who offer sweets to children. He heard that she loved sweets from Wally, so he figured he should make her feel right at home.

He would soon later curse his hospitality, not only that but the brownies were burnt as well.

Superboy

"So..."

"..."

"How old are you?" Roy questioned as he brought a can of soda up to his lips, staring numbly at the boy sitting across from him on his counter. He had casually leaned against the fridge.

Dinah had door belled the moment he had gotten back from patrolling, and had dumped her trainee in his arms with a quick hello and goodbye, along with a backpack with some of Conner's stuff, much to Roy's annoyance. He wasn't even given an explanation as to why he had to babysit.

The boy in question scrunched his face in concentration as his legs swung, occasionally hitting the cabinets underneath with his newly bought sneakers.

Roy lifted an eyebrow, a bit amused, "Careful, your face may stay like that forever if you think too hard."

Conner blinked, any trace of his previous expression gone. "No it won't."

He chuckled softly, "So have you figured out how old you are?"

Superman's baby clone held up both hands, one with all five fingers up while the other one was fisted except for his pinkie. "You're six?"

Conner shook his head and frowned in concentration, counting, softly, how many fingers he had up. When he realized he had too many, he withdrew two fingers, and let his extra hand fall as he moved his hand towards Roy.

"Four?"

Conner nodded. A cute dimpled smile appeared and Roy swore he saw some sort of twinkle from his baby blues, but it all went away just as Conner thought of something and started to tear up.

Woah.

What the hell?

Big fat drops of water started to trail down the brunette's chubby cheeks. His hands curled and wiped away at them, while Roy just watched helplessly...well, more in shock since his jaw was wide open. Unsure of what to do next, the teen walked up to the boy to rest his other hand, awkwardly, on Conner's head.

He was sure to soften his usually gruff voice, "What's wrong?"

"Supaman doesn't want me. That's why Mama Canawy dwopped me here," Conner blubbed.

Roy had to stop himself from smiling at his problem to pronounce his R's, something he'll definitely use as teasing material once the clone was back to normal. And, really? Mama Canary?

As for now, he brought the little boy into his arms for a heartfelt hug. He knew he couldn't really say anything, promise that Superman will take care of him later because -shit- reality was just that harsh.

So, all he could do was hug Conner and mentally plot a way to get back at Clark.

Aqualad

When Roy woke up from a midday nap he was met with a very peculiar, yet not unpleasant sight to the one who went by the name of Aqualad...or for this instance, Aqualass. Maybe he was still a bit drowsy from his nap and his mind was probably just messing with him. It wouldn't be the first time. He did an about face to enter his bathroom to splash some water on his face, but he came to the conclusion that he wasn't imagining a female Kaldur.

The proof was sitting on his beat up couch, an open book on his/her lap, and the same greyish eyes that he was familiar seeing were on a more feminine face, than the usual masculine one.

"Good afternoon, Roy." He/she said gently, with a small, amused smile on his/her face.

As an answer, Roy scrubbed at his face while he muttered, "I need a drink." Sadly, he didn't have any alcohol in his apartment.

"You act as if this is the first time this has happened." It was weird hearing Kaldur talk from the female body...it really was.

Might as well make himself comfortable, he did enjoy having chats with the Atlantean after all. The couch sank even more with the effort of having to hold his weight. "I can't exactly get used to seeing you in this form, however hot it is."

"Not you as well," he/she silently groaned.

He gave hi- oh hell- her a sidelong glance as his question.

There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she quietly replied, "Wally has been...none too gently, making his flirtation attempts on my person. If it does not bother you, I wish to stay here for the duration of the spell, until it wears off."

"Okay, that's just a bit weird, but yeah, you can stay here," he paused for a moment before continuing, "You can have the bed."

Hmm, even if it was a gender-switched male staying for a few nights, his gentlemanly side still came out, go figure.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, my friend."

"Not a problem." Roy stood up. Now that he thought about it, he was just on his way to get a glass of water before he saw Kaldur.

"Um, Roy?"

"Yeah?"

"What should I do with these pieces of paper?" Roy turned around to the sight of Kaldur holding out a pile of napkins, sticky notes, and ripped paper. "They have numbers on them."

The redhead dreadfully reached over to take one and observe it. His eyes narrowed, an instinctual, alpha male feeling roared up inside of him. "Kal, you are not setting one foot out of this apartment until you're male again."

She blinked confusedly at him, tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. In return, he grabbed the scraps with a menacing scowl and headed for the kitchen, straight for the trashcan.

He sure as hell would not let another douchebag give their number to his friend...

...And now that he thought about it, he should probably block Wally's number for the time being.

Robin

It took all of Roy's might not to cower under the menacing glare of Batman. It honestly wasn't his fault.

"I swear to god, Bruce, I did not lose her. She wanted to play hide and seek and now I can't find her."

"Roy," the dark knight growled, "you don't play hide and seek with a gender switched, deaged member of a covert team."

"Well, how the hell should I have known? You just left her in my apartment with not so much as a note saying you were leaving her there in my care!"

"Find her, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Artemis

When Roy was shaving one day, he realized he was not alone in his own bathroom. In fact, when he had looked up from his one fluffy, white towel and into the mirror, he practically jumped at the sight of the blonde that leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed nonchalantly.

"So...does that mean I have to shave too?" It was surprising to hear how his voice was much lower than his own, and it did something to his innards.

"Artemis?"

The blonde grinned, making that dimple in his right cheek deepen, "I'm temporarily a guy, so I'd probably go by Apollo...naturally, but I feel rather mischievous so maybe Hermes, instead? Or Ares, Ares sounds good. Although, I'm not really into the whole war thing. If I were Ares, would you be my Aphrodite?"

Roy gave him a droll look through the mirror as he placed the razor back in it's place. "I think being around Wally has gotten to your head. Besides Aphrodite is married to Hephaestus."

Artemis straightened up and walked up to him; his strong arms embraced Roy casually, nimble fingers tracing the indentations in his stomach. "Ah, but she has an explicit affair with her husband's brother multiple times, does she not?" His dark eyes held Roy's steadily while he ghosted his lips down his neck.

It took all his effort not to shiver from the sensation of his...her? all too familiar touch. This was definitely weirder than the time that Kaldur had asked him how to put a bra on when he had been gender switched.

Roy felt a bit of teeth scrape down his neck, nibbling here and there. "Touché," he rasped out loudly, his head tilting to the side.

Artemis chuckled into his neck, left small kisses there as he whispered, "You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"Mmm?"

He took his time to dip his hands down Roy's boxers, leaving his fingers to curl around his hips tightly. "I've always wanted to try gay sex with my boyfriend."

And that was when Roy jolted from his mindless state, only to turn around to glare straight at the now amused Artemis, or Apollo, or whatever. He shoved his arms away from him with a fierce scowl.

"Or we could always see who's junk is bigger. I should warn you I'm pretty big, I impress myself."

Roy groaned and brought a hand up to his face so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. Of course, Artemis would check himself (herself) out when she got turned into a guy.

"Artemis..."

He, in turn, reached up to cup Roy's face and raise it up to his. They stared at each other before Artemis leaned in to touch his lips lightly to Roy's before he teasingly pulled away. There was no doubt that this person was still Artemis. The slight tilt of the bluish grey eyes, the seemingly permanent quirk of the pouty mouth, the familiar pear scent were all sure signs that this was still Artemis. "We don't have to now. We have about two weeks." Of course, her witty and very hormonal comments were still the same.

Despite his own efforts, Roy couldn't help the blush that painted his cheeks. He would not admit to himself that he was embarassed.

A/N: So yeah...I'll probably come back to this sooner or later. I'm not sure yet. So I hope you enjoyed this.