So.. Nobody guessed here ;p

"Roy! Roy Harpe-mmphhh" Dick managed before a rough hand slapped over his mouth. He bit down on the hard flesh.

The man cursed and immediately took his hand away, shaking it to get rid of the pain.

"Roy!" Dick called again.

The man backhanded him, letting him drop to the floor. But it didn't matter as Dick saw Roy making his way through the crowd.

The people around them started to notice, that something was wrong, gathering in a circle. The man pulled a gun and waved it around threateningly. The people scattered and ducked away, some of them screaming. The man grabbed Megan and started to push past the cowering people.

Despite the ringing in his ears Dick threw himself at his legs, trying to stop him. The man kicked at him, catching him in the ribs. Dick curled up, coughing in pain.

But that short delay was enough for Roy to reach them. The redhead immediately disarmed the man and pounded him into unconsciousness.

There was a chaos. People were yelling, running, whistling and clapping. Dick couldn't be bothered to keep track of what was going down around him though, too focused on gasping through the fading pain. He didn't think anything was broken, but fuck, did it hurt. He just wanted to curl into miserable ball in Jason's arms and let him soothe the soreness. Providing, that none of his brothers would kill him for this stunt first.

Suddenly there were hands on him and Dick jerked back violently. He would not go down without a fight! Only if he could convince his aching body of that fact.

"Whoa, kid," a familiar voice said near him. "Calm down. You're safe. I promise."

"Roy," Dick croaked, opening his eyes he had tightly shut since he received that kick. A blurry image of the worried redhead greeted him. He blinked a couple times and felt tears running down his cheeks. Oh, right. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. Yeah, his vision improved very much. "What about Megan?"

Suspicious green eyes shifted to look to the side. Dick followed his gaze.

Megan was a few feet away with a woman hovering over her and a security guard watching her like a hawk. He looked familiar. Like one of the two other guards dragging the man away. Dick frowned. Where did he see them before?

"Hey, kiddo," Roy got his attention gently. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Dick nodded, sniffing. Megan was safe. He was safe. Roy was ere and Dick didn't need to keep a level head. It was over.

"Okay, little guy," Roy smoothed his hair. It felt nice, but it still wasn't what he wanted. "Stay still, this nice lady will check you over in a minute."

"No," Dick protested, sitting up despite Roy's protests. "I'm okay. Just bruises."

"You can be hurt very badly," the redhead tried to explain patiently. "You may have broken bones in your body and that could be bad and ache very much."

"Nothing's broken," Dick muttered irritably at being babied. Never mind he wanted Jason to do just that. "I know how that feels."

"What?" Roy growled.

Oops, someone was getting a visit from a very pissed off Arsenal. Oh, wait. There was nobody to visit, because Dick wasn't a child. Especially an abused one.

"Roy," Dick whimpered pathetically.

"How do you know my name?" Roy asked.

Dick bit back a sob. Well, shit. He was better at controlling his childish outbursts lately, but now he was exhausted and in pain and just really wanted his brother to be here.

Sensing an impending emotional meltdown he crawled into Roy's lap, whom was kneeling next to him, and threw his arms around his neck. Roy was taken aback at first, but then hesitantly hugged him back.

"Roy," Dick hiccuped.

"Shhh, kiddo," the redhead soothed, rubbing his back comfortingly. "It's okay now."

Dick shook his head.

"Roy," the man-child said with the remnants of his calmness. "I want Jason."

Roy froze.

Dick didn't care, he just started to wail.