AN)…hey. So this week sucked. So…someone cyberbullied me. Someone I knew. They tried to play it off as a joke. What kind of joke it posting a video of someone with the caption when you have no friends? I've forgiven them, but it still hurts. I trusted her very much. Thank you for being my friends.

Peter ran his fingers through his hair. Did he really want to do this? He should turn the kid in, for all he knew Dick could be a criminal! What would Fury do if he found out Peter had let the kid go? Peter really didn't want to get in trouble with the director again. But Dick was just a kid…how could he be a villain? It seemed impossible, but Peter had learned on the job not to judge anyone too quickly.

He watched from the stairwell, Dick was laying on his stomach in front of the television, his feet up in the air and his hands cupped around his chin. A large blanket was spread across his whole form, moving slightly as he kicked his feet gently. Was that little midget really a villain?

He winced as the stair creaked as he shifted his weight, he really didn't want Dick to know he was just watching. But the little freak probably already knew. Peter glanced at the hall clock…Aunt May would be coming home soon. How could he sneak Dick out without her knowing? It wouldn't make sense if the kid just disappeared.

"Peter?" Dick turned to sit up. "Are we leaving soon?"

His heart stopped, the bright eyes looked so freaking hopeful…holy Hufflepuffs how could Peter not do what the kid asked?

"Yeah." Gosh darn it he hadn't meant to say that! Dick leapt to his feet, smiling as wide as Peter was nervous. "We have to wait for my aunt to come home though…and figure out what to tell her."

"Oh I got that covered." Dick waved a dismissive hand. "Just give me a paper and pen."

"A note, really?"

Dick shrugged, "yeah why not? I'll just say that I didn't want to go to an orphanage or a social worker so I ran. I'll leave your bedroom window open." That was actually a pretty good. "Easy peasy."

"Why are you so good at lying?" Peter glanced over the short kid worriedly, "you're literally a little kid."

"It's not lying…it's improving the truth a little." Dick smiled like the devil. Peter shook his head.

"Whatever you say kid."

Their heads swiveled to the sound of the door opening.

"Hey boys!" Peter watching as Dick jumped onto the couch, pulling his blanket with him. As he flopped down he kicked Peter into the chair behind him, pointing wildly at the stack of little kid books Aunt May had gotten out from the attic. Peter caught onto his act and grabbed a book with a turtle on it and pretended to read.

He looked up at smiled at his aunt in her nurse's scrubs, her arms full with grocery bags. "Hey Aunt May."

"Hi M-Mrs. Parker." Dick smiled weakly.

"How are you feeling Richard?"

"Well, thanks."

"Do you need help Aunt May?" Peter started to close the book, beginning to stand.

"No, keep on reading!" She scolded, heading toward the kitchen. Muttering something about 'adorable'.

Dick began to snicker, turning his laughter into a cough. Peter leaned over and whacked him with the paper back.

Breakline

He gently scratched across the paper, thanking his host for her hospitality and gift. He was taking Hobbes with him…duh! Peter was in costume, waiting beside him on the bed. Dick folded the paper, dropping it on the pillow. He nodded the teen, Peter pulling his mask on. Dick grabbed a cord from his belt, tying Hobbes to his back. Peter had webbed up a pair of gloves for Dick to wear, and Dick tied the gloves around his wrists as well. He had a very strong grip but it was better safe than sorry.

"You ready?" Peter asked. Dick nodded, moving to crawl out the window. Peter barely fit through behind him. The two boys stood on the slanting roof, Dick tying the gloves shut while Peter crouched lower, not wanting to be seen. Dick didn't know why he was worried, it was past eleven…didn't he know how to hide in the shadows? Daddy had taught him that first, claiming the best offense was a good defense.

Dick jumped on Peter, the teen releasing a small 'oof' at the surprise weight. He held on tightly, watching with wide eyes as Peter crawled away, over the neighbors houses and towards the brighter lights on the city, which was way brighter than Gotham.

"Why isn't it super foggy? Or raining?"

"It rain a lot where you live?" Peter asked over his shoulder.

"Buckets. Grandpa waterproofed one of my suits. I never wear it though, it drivers him bonkers."

He really wanted to get back home. He wanted to swing on his grappling hooks and let his cape fly behind him. He wanted to breaking through glass windows and flip off fire escapes into alleys. He wanted the smoke of Gotham, at first he hated the gray clouds, but now it felt like a second skin.

Dick wondered how his city was doing, he was just as protective of it as Daddy was. The League was trying to figure out what Luthor's latest plan was, that's why he and Roy and Wally were at the Watchtower, and hopefully Uncle Clark had stopped the bald jerk. Dick really hoped Joker hadn't gotten out while he was gone, Daddy never slept until Joker was locked up again—and as much as Daddy didn't want him near the creep Dick wanted to help take him down.

"Hey kid." Peter shouted, Dick blinking in surprise. "You ready to have some fun? We're gonna swing!"

Dick clutched onto Peter's shoulders, he watching as a silvery strand shot out from Peter's wrist, latching onto a building. Peter leapt forward, pulling on the webbing and shouting. Dick laughed as the wind rushed through his hair, stinging his unmasked eyes. It was like Gotham.

Peter swung with grace, reminding Dick of the circus. His gut began to twist, and he could feel his tati's arms squeezing him and his mami's soft hand stroking his cheek. Dick blinked back tears, trying to shift his mind to Gotham nights instead of circus tops. It worked slightly.

Dick lifted his face to New York, watching the lights and traffic below rush by. He saw the brilliantly lit marquees of Broadway, Wicked, RENT, and Phantom. He smiled.

"Wahoo!" Peter shouting, tucking his body into a flip. Dick mimicking his cry.

"This is asterous!"

So they flew, Dick watching in awe. He liked to travel like this. He wasn't even getting tired! A tiny bit of disappointment filled his chest as Peter landed atop a roof.

"Already?"

"Nah, just wanna tell them I'm coming." Peter pulled his communicator out of a hidden pocket. He spoke softly, Dick resting his head on the teen's shoulder.

Breakline

Wally jumped as a body rammed into his door. He had locked himself away after…Roy. He heard voices asking him to come out, voices discussing what to do, and voices telling other voices to leave. The door banged open, Roy rushing towards him. Wally tensed ready for Roy to hit him.

Instead hands grabbed his wrists and pulled him off his bed, dragging him to the hall.

"W-What?"

"He's alive!" Roy shouted, running faster than Wally could keep up. "He's alive and he's coming here!" Wally didn't believe it. Dick couldn't be alive. He watched him bleed out, Wally felt his heart stop. But Roy was jumping and screaming, laughing and dancing in joy.

Roy hugged him tightly, his laughter dying down. It was sudden, as sudden as an explosion.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, Wally slowly wrapping his arms around him as well. "I…I can't believe I said that."

"It's okay…"

"NO it's not!" Roy held his face between his hands. "I'd be in the same situation if I lost you. I was a cotton headed ninny muggings. And I'm sorry." His eyes were downcast, he was slumping slightly.

Wally squeezed him tightly. "Good thing I forgave you an hour ago."

Steve smiled slightly, waves of relief rushing over him. He actually heard Bruce sigh.

Thor run to the two, crushing them in his large arms and picking those up off their feet. "Come brethren, we must prepare a feast for the conquer of death!" To humor the god that's what they did. Wally and Roy tried to cook, Pepper really stepping in to help, and surprisingly Clint.

Roy was trying to grab a box of flour Pepper asked him to get from the shelf. He was just a couple inches too short though. He felt someone move behind him and the box was passed down to him. He glanced up to see Clint, a nervous smile on his face.

"Ray, you know I didn't mean to…kill him, right?" Roy nodded slowly. "And he's alive now, so…are we cool?"

The junior archer stared the senior bowman directly in the eye. Clint waiting on baited breath for an answer. Ray moved suddenly, his knee jerking up. Clint letting out a mangled cry.

"Now we're cool." Ray smirked at the man on the floor, tears brimming in his eyes. Wally had fallen off his barstool in laughter.

Steve had to duck out of the room his face was so red, Bruce was shaking his head with a smirk on his face. Thor looking sympathetically at the archer. Tony had his head on the island, fists hitting the marble as he cried. Natasha was dragging Clint to his feet

"Get up you baby."

"Have you ever been kicked in the manhood Tasha? No you haven't you female!"

Breakline

Elevator doors opened, a bright red and blue cloaked teen and a midget stepped out. Wally screamed, the midget screaming as well. Roy dashed forward, tackling the boy into the elevator. Both crying and laughing, shouting in surprise as the elevator doors' began to close once more. Spiderman stopping the event and pulling the bundle of limps out. A third body landed in the pile.

Ray, Willy and Robin were rolling on the floor. Laughing, cheering and sobbing into each other. It was endearing. Minutes flew by and the kids made no sign of letting go or standing up.

Twenty minutes later the broke apart, Willy holding onto Robin hand and Ray holding Robin.

"That's Spiderman, he brought me." Robin pointed to Peter, the teen waving shortly. Willy crashed into his legs.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He shouted. Peter patted his back awkwardly. Willy let go, falling back to Robin and Ray.

"Look, I gotta go—stay safe kiddo." Peter ruffled the oxen haired boy's locks. Robin smiling.

"Thanks, tell your aunt she makes great soup, and your pastor he's cool." Peter nodded, saluting the senior heroes and their good-byes as he left.

Introductions were made by Ray and Willy, each Avenger greeting the kid differently.

"It's good to see you alive Robin." Steve patted him on the back.

"Fork over my tech birdie." Tony smirked, fist bumping the eye rolling kid.

"It is good to see you again brave warrior!" Thor thundered, crushing Robin's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you." Pepper smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Nice belt." Natasha told him, Robin smiling slyly.

"You gave us all a heart attack kid." Bruce wrung hands firmly.

Clint was last. Robin seemed to recognize him, and leaned over from Ray's arms and gave the blond a hug.

"I'm sorry."

Robin shrugged slightly. "The past's the past. Don't do it again." He wagging a finger in Clint's face, his suddenly serious expression almost adorable.

"Come one Robbie, we made foooood." Willy pulled Ray toward the kitchen, where a few waffles had been made.

A ding cut through the chatter, all eyes focusing on the elevator as it opened a second time.

Clint groaned slightly, Tony cursing under his breath as Fury stepped out. The man's one good eye sweeping over the heroes and landing on the smallest of them all.

Willy jutting a thumb at the newcomer, Ray raising an eyebrow.

"Who's this clown?" The freckled ginger asked, Robin rolling his eyes.

"That's Uncle Nicky. And I'm in deep shipoopy."

AN) On a less melancholy note…my birthday is in 2 weeks! Yay! Could you guys…draw fanart? Of anything, from any of my stories! Please? It would be a great birthday gift. Thanks for reading guys…review!