Chapter 14

Roy couldn't sleep. For two reasons, one of which was obvious.

The first reason, Dick would let out silent sobs every few minutes throughout the night, and he tossed and turned as what was most likely a nightmare assault his mind.

The second reason? Dick was in Roy's bed. After his breakdown, Dick didn't want to be alone for the rest of the evening, so the two simply sat on Roy's couch, watching movies that they both used to love.

Roy didn't think either of them had really payed much attention to them. During the fifth movie, around eleven-thirty that night, Dick had fallen asleep with his head on Roy's shoulder and Roy hadn't had the heart to make him sleep in the guest room. So as gently as he could, Roy had carried Dick to the master bedroom, and there they had slept, until Roy had woken around two AM, unable to fall back to sleep.

You should kiss him. The horney part of Roy's mind supplied. Think about it. He's asleep, and a kiss from you might just make him feel better.

Roy glanced over at Dick, the idea seeming tempting, but he shook himself.

No. He told his mind firmly. That's what...no. Absolutely not.

But you want to, right? His mind asked. Roy snorted.

You're the horney part of me. Answer your own damn question.

So kiss him. His mind said. It's what you want.

Did you not hear me when I said no? Roy fired back, and he could feel his face getting red, though from being suddenly horney, or from anger, he couldn't tell. His mind laughed.

Oh I heard you. But when have I ever listened to you, Roy Harper? After all, I'm the reason you fucked Grayson when he was brainwashed, aren't I?

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose, and he was just about to retort, when his cell phone began to ring, startling both himself, and Dick, who woke instantly, and stared around the room in confusion.

Roy quickly hung up on whoever was calling him at three in the morning, and turned back to Dick, who was staring around him.

"Hey, are you alright?" Roy asked, quickly covering his crotch with the blankets. Dick didn't need to see him down there at the moment. Sure, he had shorts on, but that didn't really hide what was going on. Dick ran a hand through his tangled black hair, before nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Um...why am I in your bed?"

Roy gave a breathy laugh, trying to keep his gaze anywhere but at Dick's crotch. He really hated when his horney side took control.

"You didn't want to be alone," Roy answered, trying to keep his eyes firmly locked on Dick's face, though his gaze wandered downwards ever so often. "So I wasn't going to make you sleep alone."

"Right," Dick answered slowly, and Roy could tell he was uncomfortable. He grabbed Dick's wrist, and the boy flinched.

"Dick, I didn't do anything," he promised. Dick nodded slowly, but before he could do anything, Roy leaned forward, and pressed his lips into Dick's.

Yes. Yes! Roy's mind screamed. Now take your pants off!

Roy ignored his inner voice, and focused on the fact that Dick hadn't pulled away. He hadn't kissed back, but he hadn't pulled away.

Take your pants off. Dick's mind said darkly. Let him inside of you.

Dick bit his tongue, in an effort to ignore his inner voice, which was really starting to annoy him.

"Roy?" Dick said softly, from where he was lying on his back, eyes closed.

"Yeah?" Roy answered, looking over. Dick sighed.

"We really need to stop hanging out when you're horney."

Roy chuckled, and looked to the end of the bed, where he and Dick's boxers lay crumpled in a heap.

"If I'm not wrong, Mr. Grayson, you're horney as well."

Dick shrugged, but didn't say anything. After a few seconds, he yawned.

"I guess I need a shower," he said sleepily. "But I don't really feel like getting up."

Roy smirked, and kissed Dick, before he pulled got out of bed, and looked down at Dick's naked form which lay atop the sheets, covered in semen. After a few seconds, Roy shook himself, and left in the direction of the bathroom.

He returned not long later, with a wet washcloth. He was just about to clean Dick off, when the boy grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Hey Roy?" he said softly. Roy frowned.

"Yeah?"

DIck's smirk told Roy what Dick was about to say before he even said it.

"Who said I was done?"

Roy grinned widely, as he crawled on top of Dick, absolutely nothing separating their naked bodies.

Roy glanced over at his oven, as his phone began to ring. The clock read twelve-thirty. With a sigh, Roy answered his phone, holding it up to his ear.

"Roy Harper."

"Roy, have you been able to get ahold of Dick?!" Bruce's voice was panicked, and Roy figured that the man didn't even know that he'd called Roy by his first name. Roy glanced towards his bedroom door, where Dick had yet to emerge from.

"He's fine, Bruce, I promise. The door to his apartment needs replaced, so he'd staying with me for awhile."

"Does he not have his phone?" Bruce demanded, and Roy looked down, to where Dick's phone sat on the kitchen counter, blinking twenty-five missed messages from Bruce. Roy chuckled.

"Twenty-five messages? Bruce, I'm shocked. Even Oliver wasn't that bad."

Bruce huffed. "Roy, give the phone to Dick."

"No can do amigo," Roy said, jumping up on the counter. "Your boy wonder has yet to wake from his slumber."

"Tell me what you drugged him with," Bruce demanded, and Roy wondered if the man had ignored his rhyme, or hadn't noticed, though the former was most likely.

"Calm down, Bruce, alright? He's fine. I didn't drug him with anything."

"It's twelve-thirty," Bruce pointed out. "Why hasn't he woken up?"

"He had a mental breakdown last night," Roy explained, hoping over the counter to go sit on his couch. "He's tired.

"What did you do to give him a mental breakdown!?" Bruce shouted, and Roy thought he heard a little bit of Batman in there. Roy dropped onto his couch with a sigh, and shot another glance towards his bedroom door.

"How should I know?" he answered. "He went to the bathroom, and I heard him shout something, and when he opened the door, he was hyperventilating, and sobbing."

"I'm coming over now."

"No, Bruce you really don't-" Roy sighed when he heard the dial tone. "Shit," he whispered, getting to his feet, and making his way over to his bedroom. "Shit, shit, shit." he forced himself to take a calming breath, before he answered the door. "Hey Dick?" he called softly. Dick shifted slightly from where he was laying on his stomach, before turning his head to the side.

"Yeah?" he asked, and Roy could hear exhaustion in his voice.

"We have a problem," Roy explained, coming around to sit on the bed, running his hand over Dick's smooth back, and tracing letters into the boy's tan skin. "Bruce just called."

"And?" Dick asked, closing his eyes. Roy frowned slightly, when he felt how tight Dick's muscles were.

"He's coming over to check on you," Roy explained, and Dick's eyes flew open.

"Fuck," he whispered, and Roy laughed softly, until Dick shook his head. "This isn't funny Roy. I'm in a lot of pain right now."

"Why?" Roy asked, instantly scared. Dick didn't answer, but Roy knew what he was talking about. "Oh God, Dick, I'm so sorry."

Dick shook his head, and pushed himself up on arms that were violently trembling.

"It's fine," Dick gasped out, and Roy could tell how much pain he was in by the way his muscles were locked.

"Dick, it's not fine," Roy said softly, helping Dick back down to the bed.

"Just help me get dressed, okay?" Dick asked, forcing himself into a seated position, and against the head of the bed. "Bruce will tear you apart if he knows what happened."

Roy nodded, and bolted out of the room to grab Dick some clean clothes. When he returned, Dick frowned at the wet washcloth Roy had in his hand.

"What's that for?" Dick asked, as Roy handed it to him. Roy blushed a violent shade of red, and looked away, as he explained.

"It's for you to...clean yourself...down there."

Dick's face instantly turned blood red, and he cleared his throat, before accepting the washcloth from Roy.

"Thanks," he whispered, and the two were quiet, as Dick essentially gave himself a handjob under the sheets. Once he was done, he swallowed thickly and gestured to the doorway. "Could you maybe leave...just while I get dressed?"

"Oh, yeah!" Roy answered, hopping off the bed. "No, yeah, sorry. Um…" he was sweating and blushing profusely, and just really really wanted to kiss Dick, but he restrained himself. "I'll be outside the door if you need me."

Dick nodded and Roy turned and left the room. Not long later, he heard Dick's soft voice calling his name.

Swallowing thickly, Roy reentered the room, to find Dick, still stark naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Are you okay?" Roy asked. Dick nodded slowly, and Roy's heart fluttered, when he noticed how Dick's blush spread down to his neck.

"Um...it kind of...hurts too much to put my clothes on," Dick admitted. He kept his gaze away from Roy. "Would you maybe be able to...help?"

Roy closed his eyes, and counted to ten, when he felt the familiar sensation in his pants.

"No, yeah of course," he answered, coming over to crouch in front of Dick. "I'll try not to hurt you, okay?"

Dick nodded, but still didn't look at Roy. "Thanks."

"Shit," Roy whispered suddenly, as the two sat on his couch, waiting for Bruce to arrive.

"What is it?" Dick asked, trying and failing to hide the pain in his voice. Roy side, and ran his hands over his face.

"I should probably change the sheets on my bed before Bruce shows up."

Dick gave a lethargic shrug, and Roy could tell he was tired.

"Did you fall back to sleep after...last night?"

Dick took a shuddering breath, and tried to relax into the couch, as he shook his head.

"No," he said softly. "No, I didn't. Hey, do you have any Ibuprofen?"

"Um...I might," Roy answered slowly, getting up and moving over to his kitchen. "Or at least something that works the same way. What do you need it for?"

"Headache," Dick answered simply, just as there was a loud knock on the door. The last of the Flying Grayson's groaned loudly, and fell over onto his side across the rest of the couch. Roy chuckled, grabbing a bottle of pain reliever - he didn't check what the brand was, but he'd regret that choice in a few minutes -, placing it on the coffee table in front of Dick, before moving over to the door.

As soon as he pulled it open, both Bruce and Jason pushed past him.

"No, please," Roy drawled sarcastically as he closed the door, and walked over to where Bruce and Jason were drilling Dick. "Do come in."

"Dick, are you okay?" Jason asked, and Dick groaned loudly, dropping his head into his hands.

"I'd be fine if you'd stop yelling. I've got a headache."

"What did Roy give you?" Bruce asked softly, and Dick looked at him quizzically.

"How do you know Roy gave me anything for my headache?" Dick asked, confusion in his voice. Bruce chuckled softly.

"I meant what did he give you to keep you asleep?"

"He didn't give me anything to...Roy?"

"Yeah?" Roy said, ignoring the way Jason was glaring at him. Roy's knee that Jason had broken was throbbing distantly, but Roy ignored it.

Dick groaned again, and Roy could hear him breathing quickly.

"Roy, what did you give me for my headache?"

"I don't know," Roy answered. "Pain reliever. Why?"

"You idiot!" Jason shouted, throwing the pill bottle across the room. "You fucking bastard! Why the hell didn't you check the goddamn label first!?"

"You were at the door!" Roy shouted back, completely forgetting about Dick's headache. Jason narrowed his eyes before he pulled out his gun and began brandishing it in Roy's face.

"My brother is allergic to tylenol, and you gave him fucking tylenol!"

Bruce just barely managed to hold Jason back from throwing himself at Roy.

"Jason, you're doing nothing to help Dick," Bruce said, and Roy was terrified at the fact that the Dark Knight could barely hold Jason back. "If you want to help him, take him back to the manor, and get him one of his epi-pens. Now, Jason."

Jason stopped fighting against Bruce, and simply glared at Roy, before finally moving over to his big but shorter brother, and speaking to him softly, before he pulled Dick into his arms, and the two vanished. As soon as they were gone, Bruce slowly turned to face Roy.

"Sit down, Harper," he ordered. "You and I are going to have a talk."

Roy hoped Bruce's talk wasn't going to be anything like Jason's, and if it was, Roy would walk away with more than a few broken bones, or he wouldn't walk away at all.

Well well well. What's going on here?

I realized that one thing that was changed was the phone call Roy got in the middle of the night.

It will be addressed later, but I'll tell you now, that it was Slade, calling to check on Dick.

Anyway, please please please review, and let me know what you think.

And what should the next chapter entail?

Jason and Dick?

Slade and his children?

Or maybe even a snippet of Tony Zucco. I know i haven't brought him in much, but he'll be there. Trust me on that.

ANYWAY PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL!