Note: You figure it out halfway through this chapter, but when it refers to Dick, it's talking about YJ!Robin. When it refers to Robin, we're talking TT!Robin. Same goes for Wally and Kid Flash.

Titan.

Wally felt like crap.

Gravel dug into the back of his head, concrete piercing into his neck as he slowly came to, and he felt fingers wrapped delicately around his arms, lightly shaking him awake and maybe even trembling a bit. Slowly he opened his eyes, groaning as sunlight hit his head, and pushed himself off the concrete. The burn of his brain rewiring for the situation hurt like crazy, and suddenly all the thoughts fluttered back to his mind. Dick had been stupidly kidnapped, he hadn't been doing his stupid job right—tried hard not to yell at Kaldur for lecturing him—and they went to save Dick. Then…Zoom.

"Oh my god," Kid Flash's eyes opened sharply and he stood to his feet, eyes surfing the area. A hand stayed firm on his wrist and gently yanked him down. He looked to his captor and felt his chest tingle with warmth. "Di…Richard?"

Dick looked back to him, expression relieved with a short nod, and placed a hand on his bicep. "You've been out for a while."

"Where are we—"

CRASH

Kid Flash jolted back, immediately scooping Dick in his arms and tightening his hold. There was a loud cackle—but nothing he'd ever heard. His eyes surfed the area, noting they were in some city, but nothing he'd ever recognized. Then out of nowhere, a large—was that a green triceratops?—stomped through the ground, thudding and pounding against the ground as he trampled through the city. Some old British guy was running on the ledge with a cane in his hand and—whatthehell the green triceratops just turned into a green boy!

"Um," Wally mumbled under his breath, hand squeezing Dick's shoulder harder than he probably should have, "I don't think…we're in Kansas anymore."

They stood there out of shock, then out of nowhere, Wally actually saw something he recognized. The large R emblem, and the red bike that signified one person and one person only. He immediately swept Dick off his feet, holding the younger teen close and zoomed as close to the R-Cycle as possible. They weren't talking, but—"Robin—I—Robin?"

Shorter. Taller. Shortaller, maybe? Older. The uniform was off. Most definitely off. Caught off guard, the Robin impersonator pushed off the bike, pulling an aerial flip most Olympic gold medalists would kill for, and landed gracefully like a little kitty-cat next to Kid Flash.

Green. There was a hell lot of green on this guy, and he took one look at the redhead. Dick was pushing to get out of Wally's grasp, but he couldn't help himself. He…stared, and the Rob-impersonator looked back.

It was maybe a second at most, because that green thing was whining in a pubescent voice Wally was grateful he no longer had to deal with, and a creepy sneer spread across the guy's face. He pulled out something that looked suspiciously like a batarang only in the form of a bird, and—"You're not my Kid Flash."

"Yeah? Well, you don't smile." Kid Flash snorted, eyebrow arched as high as he could push his hairline and he slid Dick to the ground. "My Rob smiles more."

For some reason this Rob only stiffened. He scowled, glared, and sneered—looking almost like Papa Bats himself before whirling around. There was more than just the green-kid: some machine-man, this really orange girl, and this really pale girl.

"Titans!" This Rob—the other Rob—roared. "Go!"

xxxxx

"Should I…?"

Considering he was still healing? No. But… "I think it's best if you did."

Dick watched as KF gingerly slid him to the ground before zipping off to the explosion. He didn't miss the way this Robin had glared at him, or the way that Robin's lips were curled into a tight frown, and he probably screamed of Dick Grayson on the Gotham Academy blazer alone. Wally flashed him one look of concern, and he tried his best to smile back before faltering and sliding away. He still had one measly batarang tucked in his pocket and that wasn't going to be enough to keep the crazy man at bay.

He was…playing civilian.

"Sure, let KF be the one who totally gets to keep his powers when we're in a parallel universe; that's totally not unfair at all!" He threw his arms in the air and ducked as a blow of asphalt flung his way. Dick did a flip backwards—then felt his feet lift from the ground.

"Citizen!" cried the girl holding him—she kinda made him think of Miss M. Totally an alien. "Are you hurt?"

"Nah," Dick smiled grimly and did a quick check of who she was. This chick was orange. And floating. And referring to him as a citizen, so that definitely meant that she was the good guy. "I'm pretty whelmed myself."

He also mentally cursed himself, staring into her vivid green eyes as she smiled reassuringly and flipped her red hair. What was it with redheads that had some attachment to him? Seriously. "You must run from the scene—it is—it is not safe for you here!"

"Not safe." Dick looked back to Wally, who had been caught by a green gorilla and hauled to stand on his feet. Batman had taught him about parallel universes, but he'd always thought it was a billion to one chance of it ever happening. And the girl's arms were kind of comfy. "Are you guys Young Justice?"

"Young…Justice? We are the Teen Titans!" exclaimed the girl. Maybe she was an alien—it would have made a lot of sense. Fervently she shook her head, green eyes gleaming with confusion as they began a descent near a café. "Stay here, where it is safe."

"Safe. Sure." Dick stuck his hands down his pockets, instinctively wrapping fingers around the batarang digging into his leg. He stared at the debris, hand wrapped so tight that he was sure it was smearing with his own blood. Miss Alien-number-two soared back to her friends, hands glowing the same bright green as her eyes and rather than her soft, airy voice, a loud warrior cry left her throat.

He stood there with his hand fisted around the batarang. Not astrous.

The wake of destruction being caused forced Dick into the café where people were cowering. The man he could only assume was this universe's Mad Mod (who else had that grimy haircut, really?) took one look at him, and Dick pretended not to notice. He surveyed the sidewalks and yanked an idiot little kid who still had the nerve to be running around.

Bright blue eyes stared at him in confusion. Dick rolled his eyes. "Hello? You see Mad Mod's horrific outfit over there? You're gonna get yourself killed."

The eight-year-old boy stared at him plainly, reminding Dick faintly of himself. "He uses the mechanism in his cane to generate holograms of the 60s and bring fear in people. They're not real."

Whoa, whelming vocabulary. He stared in surprise at the blue-eyed little boy and arched an eyebrow.

"LOOK OUT!"

Dick swiveled to the left as the so-called cane was directed at his face. Mad Mod laughed a familiar, foreign-laugh as Dick clutched the little boy tightly and tumbled under a table, batarang at hand. Mod grinned, whirling the cane in his hand.

"Bloody ol' crumpet." Mod tapped the ground with his cane, grinned, and immediately a giant elephant was summoned into the room. "Where are ya, ya li'l duckling?"

"Mad Mod," Dick rolled his eyes. "Raping the British language, everywhere. He's totally not turbed."

Small fingers tapped Dick's hand. "That's a batarang."

"Uh…yup." Looking to the little boy huddled next to him, Dick bit his lip. Where was Wally?

"Robin uses birdarangs," chirped the boy. "Not batarangs."

"A birdawha—?"

"Mod!" Robin. The other Robin swung into the room, through the elephant, and whipped out a red-tipped device Dick had never seen before. A birdarang, probably, from what the kid had said. This Robin swiveled just like Dick had done earlier, maneuvering through the tables before delivering a kick to Mod's torso.

"Bloody hell, you little imp—!" Mod harrumphed, picking himself up from the ground. He scowled at Robin, tapped the cane on the floor, and dodged as Robin kicked him again before throwing the birdarang his direction. Mod dodged with ease and sniggered. "You're getting old, ol' chap!"

For the first time since they got on the field, Dick saw Robin smirk, standing high with his arms crossed like the battle was done and over. "Maybe you should get your eyes checked, Mad Mod."

"What?" What Mod hadn't noticed was that the birdarang landed on the thin wood of his cane, stiff and deep in the cane and…was beeping. "AH!"

The cane exploded into bits and pieces, falling out of Mad Mod's hands as crumbled pieces and rendering him unconscious. Robin pulled handcuffs out of his utility belt and wrapped them gruffly around Mod's wrists. He snorted to himself, slinging the villain over his shoulder just as things settled down outside.

"Nice work," Dick heard himself say. He crawled out from under the table, readily stuffing the batarang in his pocket. Robin stiffened at his spot, expression sobering—too sober—as Dick stood parallel to his counterpart. As far as Dick could tell, he didn't like this Robin. He'd gotten rid of the green on his uniform after his twelfth birthday—mostly because he had gone through a growth spurt, and partially because he got tired of KF staring at his uniform funny as if it were from a circus. Technically, it was, but...Dick shoved that thought out of his head and forced a Robin-smirk. "My name's Dick Grayson. Who're you?"

There were two ways this would have gone. Robin would have tensed at the name, immediately acknowledging who 'Dick Grayson' was, or he would have stayed absolutely still and kept his cool. The tricky part about the second one was that you could never tell if it was a bluff.

Still, a green glove met Dick's extended hand and clenched it tightly. "Robin."

Dick's eyes flickered with suspicion, along with a less-than-stealthy frown behind his chirp smile. "I came with Kid Flash."

"So I've gathered," Robin said wryly.

I can also swing across buildings without it looking like I just got laid, Dick didn't say. Their team. At best, the green guy with the high-pitched voice could pass for Wally. The android-looking one had bulk like Conner and Kaldur, which left the orange girl and the gray girl.

Dick snapped out of his thoughts when there was a tug on his hand. He looked down, met by bright blue eyes and a flurry of black hair. "Yeah?"

The little boy tilted his head to the side, almost actually passing for cute. "Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" Dick tilted his head and crossed his arms—almost exactly like Robin was doing with Mad Mod thrown over his shoulder.

"Being an acrobat." Bright blue eyes squinted curiously, head tilting to the side almost like a detective. Dick felt his heart drop, just as Robin did the former reaction and stiffen.

"What's your name, kid?" Dick asked. At the same time as Robin. Man, this was creepy.

"Timothy Jackson Drake. You can call me Timmy." Timmy beamed shamelessly.

Dick looked over to Robin warily, desperate not to find any other super-freaky-deaky tendencies before bending to Timmy's level and gesturing toward the door. The glint in this kid's eyes let Dick know this little brat knew way too much. "You can leave now."

"Okay." He held up the exact batarang that…had been in Dick's pocket. "Can I keep this?"

"I…what the—bah, just go." Dick ran a hand through his hair, rolled his eyes, and ignored the cheeky kid's smile as he teetered out the café into his original direction. Anyone nearby the attack had resumed their tasks of eating and ordering pastries, leaving Dick alone with his freaky counterpart. He frowned, eyes narrowing at Robin's blank, calculative stare. It was just too Bruce-like. "Kid Flash is right. You should smile more."

"Dick!" On cue, a yellow blur caught Dick's eye and he nearly fell over as Wally grasped him tightly, nose burying into the crook of his neck. Dick fidgeted, confined with arms wrapped thoroughly over his waist, and twitched. Wally gripped him tighter. "There you are! Omigod, Dick!" Suddenly the grasp was forgotten, and Kid Flash looked at him, cheeks red and eyes wider than Wally's buggy goggles. "I mean. HiRichard."

"Hi," Dick managed. He eyed his best friend—ex-best friend, and smoothed out his blazer. Red fluttered across his cheeks, and he refused to look Wally in the eye until it was thoroughly suppressed. It was…confusing, trying to figure out how Wally was affecting him. It didn't normally happen like this.

Wally took the time away from him to proceed with poking Robin. Repeatedly.

Robin scowled. "Stop that."

"Smile more," the speedster smirked.

"Let's get back to the Tower." Robin shoved the redhead away, trekking down the small space that led toward the door. He looked over to Dick, eyes possibly narrowing behind his mask before turning back toward the door.

"You think there's a reason why he's looking to you for approval, Mister Grayson?" Wally nudged the shorter teen in the shoulder, grinning teasingly. "Son of Bruce Wayne?"

Dick fidgeted and forced himself to look his best friend, guise of Robin forcedly dissipating. "Adopted."

"Right. Um." Without hesitation, Wally's hand slowly slid into Dick's, fingers trickling down the younger teen's wrist and grabbing hold tightly at the palm. KF looked away, pathetically trying to look cool, and turned the color of his hair. "Technically…all the times we've clung onto each other, you've been safe. It's uh. Precautionary?"

If it wasn't for the fact Wally was hitting on him. Dick bit the inside of his lips, eyes glued in the way his hand automatically tangled with Wally's, and tugged him toward the door. Technically, the back of his mind chimed, they still hadn't finished their date. He wondered if cross-dimension travel counted as part of desert. "Let's go."

"Yeah," Wally agreed. His voice was hoarse, obviously still shaken from…whoever Zoom was. Dick made a mental note to ask who Professor Zoom was, and why Wally was so afraid of him.

By the time they finally made it outside, the other Robin had finished what Dick assumed was explaining the situation to his teammates. Robin turned around, took one look at Dick's intertwined hands with Wally and—summoned the closest thing to a reaction Dick had seen since the odd warp. He had the urge to pull his hand away, but not a moment too soon, Kid had done exactly that to run a hand through his hair.

"So." KF rocked between his heels. Dick resisted urge to roll his eyes.

"Dude!" the green one immediately came forward, hands thrown in the air and eyes as wide as that Timmy kid. Dick flinched as the other teen stood parallel to Wally and puffed his chest out. "The way you threw like, a billion sucker punches in that robot before totally making it explode? That was awesome! The name's Beast Boy." He grinned casually and wiggled his eyebrows. "I can change into things."

"You turned into a T-Rex, dude." KF broke out of his stiff character into a matching grin. "A T-Rex! Man, I would love to sketch you!"

"We should get back to the Tower and call Kid Flash," Robin said carefully. "The other Kid Flash."

"Sure." Wally nodded and the next thing Dick knew, he was swept off his feet, firmly placed in KF's arms and demeanor looking...amused. He looked different compared to back at Mount Justice. Relaxed, and…smug, almost. "Maybe he actually smiles more."

xxxxx

Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven. And in all honesty, the names pretty much defined 'em.

Beast boy was green. An odd, disturbingly human shade of green only a little darker than Megan. He squeaked a lot when he talked. Cyborg was…a cyborg. Dick wanted specs, but being Richard Grayson he wouldn't have been able to get them even if he tried. Starfire was…well. Orange. Her hair was an all-too fiery red and she lit up like a star. The cosmic kind; not the washed-out Hollywood celebrity ones you saw on TV. Just when the girl smiled gave him a cavity. And Raven was…well, a loner. Blue, dreary, and dull expression that told all her thoughts on the world with the most interesting gem on her forehead.

And Dick had no question about it: he hated this universe's Robin. Without a doubt, Beast Boy had the same attention span and intellect as Wally, and Cyborg shifted from being as intellectually inclined as the Dynamic Duo and being as broad and social as…well. No one Dick had ever met before, but he was pretty good-natured.

Starfire offered some weird Tamaranean food (Miss M, so Miss M), and Raven sighed in her despair, calling BB and KF 'Twin Idiots.' So right off the bat she was definitely 'Missy.

So technically, they pretty much had the same team. Only Robin was the leader, and so…broody. Dick had best interest in mind, but he was leering closer and closer to calling the guy Batman.

The Titans Robin had mentioned back at the crime scene looked horrendously like a 'T.' Literally. Sure, maybe it was a step up from a cave, but a giant 'T' was tediously underwhelming. Then again, 'Teen Titans' might have been a little more creative than 'Young Justice.'

Okay, a lot more.

But for a Junior Justice League (as Red Arrow bluntly put it), it would've made more sense that they got a tower and the Teen Titans got a cave. Because Titans totally lived in caves. Psyche and Eros certainly made out enough in caves.

Then again, Eros was a minor god.

Dick pushed the thought aside once Kid Flash deemed it safe for him not to stay in vibrating arms. They sat in what evidently was the Main Ops room-slash-meeting room with a U-shaped couch in the middle and a series of mechanisms that ranged from game consoles to a motherboard that probably had the specs of the entire Tower. Robin would have hacked the systems and gathered data over his current surroundings. Richard Grayson, the pending thorn in Dick's side, did not.

"Cool," Kid Flash chirped. "We should totally convince Red Tornado to upgrade to one of these."

Unfortunately Dick found it incredibly tacky. "I don't think Robin would approve."

"Robin can suck on a—not you." Oh, totally 'him.' Wally looked over to the other Robin as Robin stared back, nearly completely unfazed followed by a thin scowl that turned his lips. And somehow, Dick had a surefire feeling that…Wally actually wasn't talking about their Robin. About Dick..

Why was that, anyway?

Wally good-naturedly crossed his arms, innocently grinning before leaning into Dick's heat. "I was totally going to say motion sensors. I swear."

"You should ease up a little," Dick whispered back. Kid Flash's little jokes were beginning to affect the actual Titans. Starfire, polite as she appeared, frowned each time Kid Flash spoke. Cyborg had taken Wally's witty comments earlier in stride, Beast Boy's eyes flickering uneasily as he forced a smile, and Raven…well, she looked introverted and uncaring, or purposely let it slide. Sort of like she knew why Wally was being like this. At that notion, Dick's hand clawed on the redhead's elbow padding and his heart tightened. "Don't take it out on this Robin, KF." Take it out on me instead. Please.

"Fine." Wally relaxed under the team's scrutiny, losing the snarkiness he usually showed Artemis, then raised his head. "Do you think you could get us home?"

"We should contact Kid Flash, first of all." Robin nodded curtly in their direction, rudeness apparently forgotten in favor if leading the team. He took out a small circular device that probably worked as this universe's comm.-links and pressed a button on it. Dick was gonna have to ask specs for it later. "Kid Flash."

"Robin!" said the other voice. Something was…off about this voice though. There was familiarity when he spoke; a tone close to Wally's, but…different. "Whatcha need?"

Wally turned his head to the side forty-five degrees and rocked between his feet. Evidently only Dick and he found it odd. The rest of the Teen Titans were relieved not hearing more of Wally's smartass comments.

"How fast can you get here?"

Zip! A yellow blur zipped through the Main Ops room, speeding through the kitchen, the game consoles, and then finally stopped in front of Robin. He returned from the flurry of a yellow blur with a subsandwich in one hand and the Teen Titan comm.-link in the other.

And…he was younger.

"In a Flash, Rob. Hey, you got any ketchup? This is a little dry…" The uniform was right, other than the missing circle from the center of his chest. The flurry of red hair and hurricane of freckles was even right. But…KF2 was younger than Wally. Dick's age at the very least, being half a head shorter than Robin and much closer to Beast Boy's mentality. At best maybe he was just a midget for a fifteen-year-old. And Robin was just really tall. Totally.

Not totally. Totally astrous.

"Kid Flash."

"Yup, Rob?"

"Turn around."

"Wha…wow." KF2 turned around, eyes narrowing at KF1 and Dick, and somehow that didn't make the tension in Dick's stomach ease any more. Knowing Bruce, Batman, and himself as long as he had, Dick didn't miss the way Robin's stature stiffened now that KF2 was there. The rest of Robin's teammates showed no notice to Robin's subtle change; not even Starfire, and she was leaking more, 'I love Robin' pheromones than Miss M to Superboy.

There was one difference Dick realized when KF2 zipped up to KF1, actually staring up into Wally's eyes before revolving around him and jabbing fingers in yellow-and-red padding.

KF2 had blue eyes. They seemed just as vibrant, absolutely as much as livid, and had the same little bright flecks at his irises. He munched on the sandwich, crossing one arm over his chest and observantly scrutinized Wally. "I like the padding."

"I like the sandwich." And just like that, Wally brought up a hand, smiled brightly, and jiggled it. "Share?"

"Dude." Dick nudged him in the arm. "You're totally backwashing with yourself."

"Kinky," Kid Flash grinned. Why the heck were they taking this so well? In any given irrational situation, it was normally Wally who freaked and Dick who had to reassure his best friend that he was being a complete idiot. KF2 tore the sandwich apart and proceeded with giving half to Wally.

Wally ate it all in a bite and a half.

It was still gross. Incredibly gross, but…Wally was being himself. Not the depressing kid who was frustrated over his argument with their Robin, or who was dwelling about his incompetence. Without even realizing it, Dick leaned closer to Wally, relief fluttering through his stomach. Wally vibrated; either noticing the body leaning against him or because KF2 was still as much Wally as KF1 was.

"Obviously we'll have to get you guys back to…wherever you're from." Kid Flash scratched his head, eyebrow arched in the air before turning his head toward Robin. "Futureshock?"

Robin shook his head. "Alternate universe."

"My name's Richard Grayson." Dick elbowed Wally in the arm. "You can call me Dick." Considering he didn't even have the choice of Civvies-Robin and all.

Apparently it'd been the wrong thing to say. They may not have spent more than thirty seconds with one another, but Dick could spot the Wally-tendency with ease as Kid Flash blinked, sandwich forgotten before he crossed his arms and stood taller. "Oh. Cool."

Wally made an effort to touch his shoulder to Dick's, expression twitchier than usual. "It's probably better if we ask Batma—"

"Nope." Kid Flash shrugged, bringing a hand in the air before zipping over to Cyborg's side. Cyborg and Beast Boy had been locked in a conversation ever since they got to the Tower. "Don't ask Batman."

"Why not?" Dick blabbed. As far as he knew, the Bruce in his universe was, while rough around the edges, fairly turbing. His eyes narrowed, no shame as he looked back and forth through the team, but they simply looked back. This had to be the most awkward team up Dick had ever been in. At this point he was ready to steal Robin's clothes, look past the social-ineptitude, and team back up with their world's Kid Flash.

"'Cause Cyborg'll have you back in a day or two, after he figures out what universe you guys are from." Kid Flash eyed them carefully, and…smiled in that way Wally did back at the diner when he talked about that girl. Like he was trying to hide something and talk about it at the same time. "Right, Cy?"

"It'll take me a few days, yeah." Cyborg crossed his arms and grinned. "But cross-dimensional travel? No biggie."

"Too bad my Rob isn't here." Wally crossed his arms and Dick stiffened as a red glove made its way on his shoulder. Green eyes fluttered through the area, suddenly apologetic from his earlier behavior, and…so much tamer. Wally smiled softly. "I mean, he's a freak, but…he's good with this stuff. If we're not gonna get Batman involved, that is."

"We're definitely not going to get Batman involved," Kid Flash declared. He looked up to the Titans, grinning innocently. "Mind if I stay a couple days? Beat BB's butt in videogames, get to know my duplicate, and help you out with this…cross-dimension…thingie."

"Oh, Kid Flash!" Starfire gasped, and had it not been the lucidness in the conversation, Dick would have sworn most of the Titans had disappeared. They certainly did a good job of observing, if anything else. "You and Jinx are having, the 'lover's spat,' are you not?"

Dick frowned. Wally blinked. Who the heck was Jinx?

Kid Flash simply shrugged, arms crossed as he proceeded with thumbwrestling the semi-livid Beast Boy. "I think we're off again right now."

"What a shame." She looked to Robin forlornly, eyebrows furrowed worriedly. "You are…normally so forward with your feelings."

Both KFs snorted, and Dick actually didn't blame them. He knew enough about Wally to write a book, and one thing was clear: Wally wore his heart on his sleeve and smiled at just about every little critter that walked his way. Or flipped out, in Dick's case.

"You can stay." Robin turned his head like he hadn't noticed the look—from someone Dick had thought was his freaking girlfriend—bowed his head, and directed himself toward the door coated with a 'T.' "I'll do more research in my room."

Why was this Robin such a dick?

Ugh, scratch that. Why was this guy such an ass?

"Alright, Rob." Cyborg mused. "Keep us updated."

And why was the team letting him be such a jerk? Dick twitched, and without another word he followed Robin out the room, eyes locked on the back of the guy's cape. "Wait—" At the tip of his tongue, Bruce threatened to roll out, but he held it back in place of frustration. "You're Dick Grayson, aren't you?"

They were far enough away from the Main Ops room that his voice wouldn't have resonated off the walls. Robin's left foot stopped in mid-step from his stride, stature tense and demeanor actually darker than Bruce's back at home.

A frown twisted across Dick's lips, eyes never leaving the back of the other Robin's head as they stood nearly six feet away from one another. He crossed his arms, chest swelling with irritation. Somehow, the name falling off his lips suddenly sounded taboo and forbidden-fruit-ish; like it'd never been spoken inside the Tower before.

"You're me," Dick began again hoarsely. This Robin looked so…old. Stiff, lifeless, and the possibility (no, the fact) that they had an unspoken DNA match was far on the other end of turbed. "You're totally me."

Robin pretty much had what Dick gave up trying to attain a long time ago. He was the leader of a team. People looked at him and didn't see a pipsqueak. Wally smiled at him, and didn't see him as a pipsqueak.

"What about Batman?" Dick crossed his arms against his chest and glared. Batman was his savior, for crying out loud. Bruce…made a better life for him. Totally better. "Why can't we talk to Batman? He's our—"

"I don't need him." Robin's tone sounded centered, and maybe even a little bitter. What the hell? He turned around, eyes making contact with Dick and hands balling into fists. But that wasn't the part that made him angry. No, this Robin was glaring and scowling, and sounded even smug. "How old are you, Dick?"

"Thirteen," Dick bit back. He stood taller, but at best he was Kid Flash's height. This world's Kid Flash.

"And does he know your secret identity?"

"I—Wally? What?" he blinked, jaw tightening as he looked back to Robin. There was a specific way the other Robin spoke that sounded more like a confirmation than a legitimate question. Dick's chest tightened and he dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands before looking to the ground. He wanted to pummel the other Robin into oblivion, but right now he wasn't even civvies-Robin. He was a freaking civilian. "No."

"Do anyof them know your secret identity?"

"No." 'Any,' being his teammates. Conner figured it out, but he was currently frustrated with the fact their world's Robin and Kid Flash were in the middle of a fight that caused Wally to consider quitting. Dick's throat went dry. "But Batman—"

"Has to have complete and utter control over what you do, what you say, and how you feel," Robin spat. He stood, legs apart as if knowing what he said would provoke Dick and irritate him. It did. He smirked bitterly, physique tightening more than it already had as he lowered his head into a leer. "Especially how you feel."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bruce may not have agree with his methods at times, but Dick proved his worth as Robin a long time ago; someone who always had Batman's back and never faltered on the battlefield. Unless it came to Wally—but that was different, he reminded himself. Absolutely and totally different. He still couldn't figure out quite why. Dick took a step forward. "You are so not whelmed."

"You're such a little kid." Dick winced as Robin stood his ground, head held high. "You see what you're doing? You're going to grow up just like him, trusting every one of his moves. You're playing his little rouse as Batman and Bruce Wa—" Robin bit on the name, a hiccup in his speech pattern before shaking his head dismissively, a small and hoarse laugh escaping his throat. "You said yourself, your Kid Flash doesn't know who you even are."

It stung; hearing for a second time from someone else's mouth the truth. Dick pushed the irony aside that he was hearing this from himself—literally—and he felt the anger swell in his chest. If this Robin was so different from him, did that mean the Bruce in this dimension was just as callous? No. There wouldn't have been a Robin if there hadn't been a Bruce Wayne. Dick took that moment to step forward; small easy steps until he stood parallel to his other self. Robin didn't smile.

"You're a fool, if you believe you can follow under him this long without feeling any regret, Richard." With that, Robin turned away and left. So Batman-like with the bitterness and sternness in his voice that the thought of calling the guy Bruce still hadn't left his mind.

Dick stood there, speechless, for what had to be an entire three minutes. His hands had curled tightly until they were pale fists, and he made no effort to follow the other teen. To get more answers. Batman—Bruce had always taught him to be logical and understanding of the situation, and while half the time it led to a fight, Dick never doubted him. This Robin was bitter; specifically about how Bruce had freaking raised him, but…still respected him.

Like he'd said earlier. There wouldn't have been a Robin without a Bruce Wayne. Probably not a Dick Grayson, either.

Running a hand through his hair, Dick turned around and trudged back in the room. While they were here, Wally was going to insist Dick stayed at the Tower. It was too dangerous, evidently from Mad Mod's little escapade, and he couldn't do anything without actually telling Wally who he was.

He entered the room, finding Wally had opted against the counter with a blissful sigh and decided to watch Starfire work on making some weird alien food. The moment he entered, green eyes turned his way, registering Dick, and zipped to his side.

"Hey." A smile twisted across Wally's face, concerned.

"Hi." Dick forced his own smile, fingers curling against the palms of his hands.

"I…" Wally fidgeted. "I'm sorry."

What the hell. If Dick hadn't had enough shock from the weary day fending from Joker, Professor Zoom, Mad Mod—Conner, Kaldur and Wally—then he certainly did now, looking back to his best friend with one frustration gone to a new one.

Red-gloved hands clutched Dick's shoulders, firm and protective like they weren't willing to ever let go. The specks in Wally's eyes had surfaced, gleaming with a soft whine like they had suffered through death. This expression was different from after Wally had woken up. It wasn't like when he vibrated the younger teen out of the handcuffs, or even when they were talking in the ice cream parlor. Wally looked scared, ashamed, and…incompetent. "It's my fault."

"What is your fault, exactly?" Dick's chest clenched tightly and he crossed his arms, standing taller in his place. He still felt feebly small.

"That you were kidnapped?" Wally's eyebrows knit together with frustration and—

"KF, you're vibrating me."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to, I just." Wally looked down to Dick's face, gently picking at the bang that fluttered into blue eyes. It…was that feeling again, where Wally's green eyes made the younger teen's cheeks tingle, and his expression made Dick's chest ache. Wally was given him a full-on Dick-look. Concern flooded Wally, and he looked just as small as he put one foot behind him, eyes closing with defeat. "I should have protected you. Not…let you get kidnapped when we were in a freaking ice cream parlor, and not have freaked out when it came to Zoom."

"Hey." Dick had his hands on the redhead's face before he could even think. On mere impulse, and he looked to Wally's eyes, frown dipping his lips. "Don't think about it like that."

"But—"

"I snapped at you, too, after you saved me." He hadn't exactly been in the best of moods. But if this was going to work and he was going to keep his emotions in check, Dick couldn't snap at Wally every time he went out on the battlefield. His fingers unnoticeably clenched around Wally's jaw line and his shoulders hunched. "I don't think you're incompetent."

If anything, they were the best friends ever. And the closer Wally got to Dick, the worse their friendship would be severed if he ever found out who Robin really was.

"I—uh." Wally's eyes widened and that familiar goofy smile spread across his lips, goofy and dorky as ever. "You promise?"

Dick forced a smirk. "Promise."

"So." Zip! KF2 appeared by Wally's side, eyes making contact with Dick's. He arched an eyebrow. "You two dating or what?"

"Of course not!" Wally's voice breached high octaves and he pulled away from Dick's shoulders, hands hidden behind his back. Red stained his cheeks and—oh, god, he could seriously not have been more obvious.

Dick resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead looking back to the bright, vibrant blue eyes that seemed more relaxed than Wally's. They acted about the same from what he gathered, and it was the minor details that bothered him. KF2 seemed surer of himself; had more faith in his abilities whereas Wally was so…flippant. And still got a bloody nose whenever he tried to vibrate through walls. Or…gave civilians bloody noses whenever vibrating them out of a holding cell.

Kid Flash smiled, eyebrow arched. "Too bad. You're cute together."

"Well—uh—erm." Wally scratched his head, squirming.

Dick took pity on him, turning his full body around until he and Kid Flash stood directly next to each other. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen." Kid Flash grinned, pulling an arm around the younger teen's shoulder before turning their directions, where Cyborg proceeded with looking at some specs and yelling at Beast Boy, who insisted on playing videogames, Raven, who'd gone off by the window apparently in effort to meditate, then to Starfire, who was getting giddy over that…squishy living purple squirmy thing on a china plate. "And Rob's sixteen, if you're wondering. BB's fourteen, Cyborg's like, eighteen, I think, and Raven's…well, I dunno. But she's cute."

"Oh, definitely." Wally grinned. Dick frowned. "So, uh…what about Superboy? Aqualad? Red Arrow? Or…does he go by Speedy?"

"Superman's taking on sidekicks now?" Kid Flash zipped to Wally's side, leaving Dick without warmth as he crossed his arms and brightly snickered.

Wally shook his head. "No…not really. It's kinda…complicated."

"Well…Aqualad's back at Titans East. I supposed I could show you where he is." Kid Flash tapped his chin, amused. "So's Speedy. Man, he goes by Red Arrow? Go figure. Sounds way more badass though, so I won't complain."

"You two close?"

"Oh, my dear duplicate. All redheads are close."

Dick took the chance to slip away. He dodged a wiimote that was promptly thrown his way, entered the kitchen, and steadily looked to Starfire as she smiled. She bowed her head. "Hello."

"Hey." He awkwardly pulled himself on the counter and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The only time Robin smiled—the one instant he smiled was when she had touched his shoulder. Somehow after Kid Flash had gotten here, Robin seemed to stiffen more. What kind of reaction was that? "I'm…really sorry about the way Kid Flash was acting. He can be kind of…" Bitter. Grudge-holdy.

Starfire frowned. Obviously like Miss M, she wasn't against laying her emotions out on a platter and letting everyone else feel it. She was so sugary that Dick wouldn't have doubted he was getting a cavity from just looking at her. Head held high, she crossed her arms and harrumphed. "It is alright. You are not the one at fault, Richard. It is Kid Flash who must apologize to Robin. He has been nothing but rude since getting here!"

"He doesn't mean it." Yes he does. Dick bit back the bitter feeling behind his throat, sitting higher into a perch as Starfire reanimated. He looked away and back to Kid Flash-squared. Wally, though mildly turbed, looked somewhat happier. Especially after the peptalk. "He...we got into a fight before ending up here."

"What does your getting into a fight with Kid Flash have anything to do with our Robin?"

Wait. What? "You mean, you don't know Robin's secret-ID?" Dick restrained himself from standing up from where he was at in favor of looking at her with confusion. "Aren't you two an item?"

Even with orange skin, the fervent blush could still be seen as it fluttered across Starfire's cheeks. She nervously messed with her hair, glowing a specific shade of red that almost reminded Dick of Wally, and—god, if they ever encountered her back on their Earth, Dick could only hope she wasn't going to suck him in. She was just too sugary-sweet for him. "It is…I do not find it a necessity, nor problematic that I do not know his identity. To me, he will always be Robin."

"But that's not fair to—" Him. Her. Him. Dick had been suffering for nearly two months now trying to keep his secret-ID, and…in doing so, he was getting to know every aspect of Wally. Actually, he thought slowly, he couldn't imagine looking at Wally now without a newfound respect for his decisions.

For how he could flip from being ridiculous and dorky, then down-to-earth and actually helping him with his math homework. And physics. Especially physics. Robin must have been ridiculously Robin all the time for this universe's Dick Grayson not to matter (then again, Dick had been referring to Robin as Robin this entire freaking time in his head), to have a girlfriend only when he was being a superhero. If Robin was sixteen, didn't he go to school? Anything?

Wally knew him inside and out. He had to hide things, yeah, but he still acted like himself. The other Robin was wary with his team, wary with him, and wasn't even on good terms with Batman.

And for a brief moment, Dick kinda just wanted to pull Wally aside, take the gel out of his hair, and point to the nonexistent R on his chest.

"I admire him because he is earnest and got us to form this team." Starfire smiled gently, looking right at Dick, but…apparently not looking directly at him. Her expression was love struck and so delicate, that it struck him she was staring directly at her boyfriend's secret identity and hadn't the slightest clue. "He showed me my way, and for that I am grateful."

Oddly enough that sounded like Conner's devotion to them. Dick swallowed the comment. "But…"

"But nothing!" she insisted, hands grasping his before he had the chance to blink. She smiled prettily. "But…you and your Kid Flash. You are in love, are you not?"

Dick blinked. His heart skipped a beat as he looked back to her, then to the KFs. "I…"

His throat went dry. Somehow simply saying no seemed like it would have been a lie, but saying yes would have been too forward. Really, they should have just been heroes and that was it. No one had blatantly asked him that, since, like…ever. Batman confronted him about what his thoughts were about Wally, but…

Two months ago, looking at Wally he would have never noticed the way those eyes specked with green, or how that smile gave him goosebumps. Wally was his best friend and his bro, for crying out loud. And meant a lot to him. Loving definitely was not the conclusion here.

But…damn. Dick bit his lip. It wasn't like it couldn't be a plausible possibility.

xxxxx

Dick had been pretty fidgety since they got here. Wally figured it might have been the prep-boy in the little guy, but there were just some things that didn't add up. He was probably still mad from when Wally had brought up the Flying Graysons.

Which he totally shouldn't have done.

Ever since this mission started, Wally had tried to keep his cool, but it'd been fairly hard with the way Kaldur had been pestering him 24/7, and then Artemis kept shoving it in his face that if he wanted Rob's friendship back (er, their Rob; not the freaky Robin that had no clue how to smile), then he needed to be the bigger man and talk to him. Megan had been concerned, and although he couldn't ever resist her beautiful face, it wasn't the easiest situation to explain. Like, at all.

"You gonna be okay over here?" he asked quietly.

"You don't have to tuck me in."

"Yeah? Well, you don't have to wear hair gel to sleep." A small smile twisted across Wally's face and he leaned back, looking with amusement as Dick crossed his arms over his chest. It was the closest thing that came to fitting him was a pair of Beast Boy's footsie pajamas. It would have made him look downright adorable, but Kid Flash, the other Wally pitied him and brought over some PJs with little red 'R's' littering the front.

"I get massive cowlicks, I'm a prep school boy, and I doubt they have the hair gel I like."

"You are so gay, Richard."

"Yeah? Well—" A small smile spread across the younger teen's face, and he sat up, wrinkling all of the speedster's hard work from tucking him. Suddenly, the withered, tired look had come across his face again. It'd been the same one promptly after the team had rescued him from the clutches of Joker and Professor Zoom, but…with more restraint. Ever since…

Wally smiled gently. "Guess this means our date's over, huh?"

"I…uh…" Petite, creamy ears turned bright pink and Dick fidgeted in his seat. Alexa crossed Wally's mind. Dick had been insistent, when it came to Wally that he had a crush on Alexa, but…he'd also been the one who pointed out they were pretty much on a date with one another. "Yeah. I erm. Guess it is."

"You're cute," Wally grinned.

"You're…in a better now." Dick sat up now, duvet sliding down his hips. He leaned forward, eyes flickering with hesitant concern. That was how Dick worked though. It was like he remembered he needed to be timid, would then try, then forget all over again. If it was a way for him to pick up girls, it totally worked. And it was pretty cute. "Why?"

"You mean, why am I not as frustrated as I was this afternoon?"

Dick nodded.

"I…" Quite honestly, Wally couldn't figure it out for himself. He smiled softly and shrugged. Kid Flash had been exchanging speed methods with him. The rest of the Teen Titans without a doubt wanted to rip his head off, starting with Starfire. Her eyes glowed every time he tried checking her out. Cyborg and Beast Boy were more subtle about it, but without a doubt every one of them held Robin to a high standard. "I appreciate Rob a little more."

Blue eyes blinked in surprise. "You…do?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm still mad as hell, but…" Wally crossed his arms. What was he going to say? He was enjoying the relief that came with the fact they saved Dick. Not only that, but he was actually able to vibrate the other teen's hands through cuffs without making him explode, was spending a nearly-obscene amount of time with Dick, and…Zoom didn't kill him; just sent them to a different dimension-universe thingie. Zoom didn't kill him. He wasn't dead, and Zoom hadn't…

"Kid?" Dick's voice brought him out of his ministrations. A frown rested across the younger teen's face. "What's up?"

"It's…er. Nothing. I, um. Don't worry about it." The redhead twitched before taking a step back, forbidding Dick's hand to reach out and touch him, then zipped toward the door. "Night, Richard."

"Right." The frown deepened across the other teen's face, blue eyes flickering in that weird, hotdorable way Wally liked so much. "Night Kid Flash."

Wally shut the door behind him, sigh escaping his lips as he leaned against it. A yellow blur zipped through the hall before promptly stopping by his side. It was pretty cool, actually. Only mildly, weirdly creepy. If not for Boy Why-Don't-You-Get-That-Batarang-Out-of-Your-Ass, he would have stayed to learn more about…erm. Himself.

"He asleep?" Kid Flash smiled.

"Yup. Hey, uh…" Well, this was weird. Neither of them had changed out of their uniforms, and other than the night cap BB had worn to bed, it looked as though no one wandered the halls out of uniform. For once, Wally actually felt naked without his civvies. He bit his lip. "You mind if I visit Rob?"

It was pretty stupid having to ask himself permission to see his best friend—er, parallel-world-warped version of his best friend—but it was still…needed. The other Kid Flash was no doubt younger, probably just having turned fourteen, but Wally hadn't bothered to ask. The others were pretty relaxed when it came to this Kid Flash. Still, how this other Kid Flash could put up with him, Wally had to give props for.

Kid Flash waved his hand dismissively. "Go for it. Maybe I'll do the same."

"Good luck getting through the dimensional barrier." Wally cracked a grin before walking down the hall and across a corridor. Beast Boy had given them a tour, but considering they weren't supposed to stay more than a couple days…he shrugged. Besides, he could always run through the halls to find everyone.

One room in particular, Beast Boy had only pointed to and said it belonged to Robin. He then ushered them off before Wally could make a snarky comment (he swore he wasn't planning to, really.) Green eyes examined the door carefully, hands at his side. Unlike all the other doors there was a safe-lock next to the door. High-tech, but…a little ghetto, if they were going by Robby's standards.

Wally entered the first code that crossed his mind. Access Granted.

The door swished in open, meeting Wally's form with brooding darkness and intimidating…darkness. When Dick and he got home, he was so buying Robin a shirt with a smiley face on it. Sheesh. The room was as big as the ones the team had showed them. Newspaper clippings and evidence was plastered across the dark walls, not a window to be seen. Creepy. There was only one light on: near the desk with a laptop as red as Rob's uniform. Both of 'em.

But…anticlimactically, Robin wasn't there.

Wally twitched, eyes daring from side-to-side in the room as he finally found the light switch—which didn't help the gory feel that made the room look like it was out of a horror movie. Wally shivered, running a hand through his hair before zipping out the room and trying the roof.

Success. And god, super creepy. They may have acted nothing alike, but this world's Robin was definitely sitting in a perch at the ledge of the roof. Wally scratched his head. "Um…Hi."

"You knew the password to my room." Okay, similarity number two: Robins liked to skip straight to the point. There were…obvious similarities between both Robins, he guessed. Rob back in his world had the same here, somewhat the same uniform, and…stuff.

"It's…" Wally's voice softened and he permitted himself to sit on the ledge next to his best friend's duplicate. For a moment, Robin hesitated, but like Wally, he changed into a sitting position. "It was pretty easy. Your mother's birthday. Right?"

"You knew that?" This Rob's voice was a lot deeper than the Rob's at home, too. Funny, since Dick was still trying to fight off puberty.

An awkward grin fluttered across the redhead's face and he shrugged. "We celebrated it."

"He took you to the graveyard?"

"Well…no." Wally paused, then thoughtfully added, "But…after that, I knew for sure that I wasn't going to pester you—er, him, about telling me his secret-ID." This time, the stun clearly wrote itself across Robin's face as he turned around, eyebrows raising slightly under opaque lenses.

Wally shrugged. It'd…been when Wally was fourteen and Rob twelve. The pre-teen had just gotten off from a mission with Batman, acting odd, and Wally insisted on taking him out for ice cream. Comfort food was always good when people were moping, and they'd somehow gotten into a Rocky Road Ice Cream fight. Rob laughed fully after that, covered in chocolate ice cream and marshmallows after they were kicked out of the parlor, and…told him. Soft and small like a little kid. Robin missed his mom.

"Being your best friend comes with a lot of baggage back in my world. But I haven't regretted it." Wally leaned forward so he could get a better look at the other teen's face. The moon illuminated above the harbor, reflection large and covering most of the boats far from the island, and not a sound could be heard other than the waters hitting the shores. "You and I…er, he and I…we get into petty fights a lot. But…we're cool."

"You're not fretting over the fact you don't know mine or his secret identity." Robin stared at him pointedly, guard resurfacing.

Wally fidgeted. That…had been a low blow, actually, when he used it back at Flo's Dining. It wasn't a frustrating secret to him, honestly. He knew more about Rob than most people did, and he was pretty sure Batman was alright with him. "Well…there was this instance where I almost exploded about a month or so back."

Robin nearly fell off the Tower. He turned around, character broken as he comically animated. "You almost what?"

"I almost exploded." A small smile graced the redhead's lips, grim and reminiscent as he clutched the arm that'd been broken. "Nearly lost my arm and was in a coma for three days. But…you kept surveillance on me with this camera in this wad of gum, and even though it was gross, it was so you."

It was enough to calm Robin down, apparently. His stature loosened slightly and Wally almost missed the way Robin leaned ever-so slightly toward him. Just like his Rob.

"We've had this discussion before," Wally continued. Maybe…he'd apologize to Robin once they got home. At least for the last comment. "And I told you that I wouldn't pressure you on this whole secret-ID thing, man. Er, him. Same difference."

"And you don't care," Robin clarified.

Wally shook his head. "Oh, I care. But what's the point in pummeling it out of you guys? Besides," he smiled. "This way, I'll know you absolutely trust me. Er, the other you. Not this you."

For a long time, there was silence. Green eyes turned in a different direction, taking in the scenery from his point of view and…being okay with it. It wasn't anywhere near the beauty as you could get at Mount Justice, but…he could see why the Teen Titans were insistent to settle on an island in the middle of a town called Jump City. Nice view.

"You're just like him," Wally heard. He turned his head in curiosity and blinked in Robin's direction. All of a sudden it was just like he was staring at his Rob, sitting alongside his best friend and just…talking. Maybe about videogames, maybe about facts of an undead life, but… mostly talking. His heart skipped a beat, and he leaned into the surprising warmth without noticing it. "How did you know you'd find me on the roof?"

"Dude, you're Robin." He touched Boy Wonder's shoulder with his arm, slowly blinking, and turned his head fully until his gaze met with the other Robin. "We met on a roof. I gave you your first bro-hug like, ever. You can call it a hunch."

It apparently was another crack in Robin's shield because this time his lips curled into a gentle smile; bittersweet or not as he loosened. He turned Wally's way, moon casting a luminescent shadow along his face and highlighting…everything. Robin's ears glowed bright red; soft and airbrushed under the mesh of ebony hair.

Just like Wally's Robin.

"Rob…I…" he swallowed softly, mesmerized by the contour of his best friend's face under the black mask, and the way he knew Robin was staring back; waiting, and calculative. "You really shouldn't…I mean…I'm pretty close to doing something stupid that I promised I wouldn't back at home, but…"

"Shut up." Rob's fingers touched his own; nearly intangible from Kevlar and spandex, but with the usual tingle Wally always got. He tilted forward, creamy nose prickling against a freckled one. "And just do it."

So on impulse, Kid Flash kissed Robin and Robin kissed back.

Author's Note:

I REGRET NOTHING.

Preview: "You know that I'm Robin."