Bully Intervention
"Hey circus freak, get out of my way," A dirty blonde eighteen year old shoved the smaller boy's shoulder roughly, his two friends cackling along with him as the blue eyed boy stumbled, books tumbling out of his hands.
"Stupid brat," A darker haired teen laughed at seeing Dick awkwardly pick up his things, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from spitting at the bully's face. "You think just because the famous Brucie Wayne adopted you, you're automatically the Prince of Gotham Academy? Don't make me laugh, runt, you don't belong here."
"At least my guardian actually wanted me," Dick rolled his eyes. "Your parents, on the other hand are stuck with disappointments like you."
"The little ant has the nerve to talk back to us?" The one Dick labeled has 'Crap-face' questioned with a scoff.
"He has to be taught a lesson, don't you think?"
A rough fist connected with Dick's stomach and the small teenager stumbled backwards, wincing a little as more hits were thrown in his direction, black hair falling to his eyes as the older boy smacked him right in the jaw. A harsh kick making him drop to the floor pathetically.
It was times like this one where Dick desperately wished to fight back, with all the training Batman had put him through, he would've been able to beat them in a snap of a finger. But fighting back meant risking his secret identity as Robin and that was the last thing he wanted.
"I think that's enough for today, boys," the one Dick labeled as 'Shit-face' laughed.
"See you later, Charity Case," Ass-hat rolled his eyes haughtily with a sneer, his two sidekicks doing the same.
They laughed off in the most 'rich-boys-with-superiority-complex-issues' way that they possibly could, their obnoxious snotty laughter echoing off the walls.
But what they didn't notice was the flash of bright crimson and yellow behind them, emerald green eyes under red goggles sparking with anger.
BREAKLINE
"And then I was like; 'you wanna fight you stupid son of a bitch?' and the old bastard had the nerve to send me to detention! Like who does he think he is? The king of the world? Seriously, if I-"
A sudden streak of color entered their vision accompanied by a strong gust of wind and a flash of red and yellow and found himself being pinned to the lockers, his two friends- Michael and Lukas, out of his sight, as if he wasn't just having a conversation with them a few seconds ago.
"Who the fuck are you supposed to be, weirdo?!" Questioned the teenager furiously, struggling like a wild animal in the speedster's hold.
"Cody McDawson, son of the two best entrepreneurs in Gotham, failing grades in Chemistry, Calculus and even English...no surprise there."
"Yeah, what's it to you, you son of a bitch? And what the fuck did you do to Josh and Ryan?"
"Kid Flash, normally I would say that it's a pleasure, but it's anything but," Spat the speedster and he was pretty sure he was already vibrating in anger.
"What the Hell you doing here, psycho? What did I ever do to you?"
"Richard Grayson. You better get your hands off of him or I swear I'll hurt you guys so bad, your parents wouldn't even be able to pay for all your injuries, asshole."
"That little twerp?" Sneered the brown haired boy with an ugly scowl. "The brat deserved it! Thinking he was all high and mighty like that!"
"Leave. Him. Alone," Kid Flash hissed into his ear, barely above what could be considered a whisper yet dripping with venom.
Cody was silent but the look in his eyes told the red-head that he was anything but sorry.
"I might not be the scariest guy around but if you ever lay a finger on him again, there's no telling just what I'll do," Kid Flash hissed in a dangerously low voice.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do? Run around me to death?" The teen challenged, feeling brave but immediately regretted it once he received a hard punch to the gut, making him drop to his knees in pain.
"I could, but that'd be against my duty as a hero."
"What the fuck? You're not even the Flash!" He accused. "You're just some kid in a stupid costume and some strange fetish for nerdy little orphans, fucker!"
The last thing he felt was a fist to the face before everything turned black.
BREAKLINE
"You didn't have to do that, Wally, I could've handled them myself," Dick sighed but nevertheless, let Wally place little kisses on the bruises the bullies have left on his arm.
"I'm overprotective, it's part of me being your boyfriend," Wally replied, holding the younger teen's hand in his. "And I love you, I can't let those ass-hats do that kind of shit to you without putting up a fight."
"Apparently you can beat three eighteen year old football jocks without a problem but you find it impossible to even tolerate three little kids," Dick smirked even more at hearing the groan that left his boyfriend's mouth.
"I thought we agreed never to bring that up ever again."
"Whatever, I'm adorable and you love me no matter what," He grinned brightly and Wally really couldn't argue with that logic.
But in his defense, Dick was right. No, screw that- Dick was always right.
-End-
Yay! Another prompt done :D This one was submitted by SuperNovKim. Thanks for the prompt :) Requests are closed for the meantime.
