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Chapter Three
Misunderstandings
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Robin couldn't believe the words that were leaving Cyborg's mouth. He was tempted to smack the older teen with his staff just for daring to utter such…things.

The bastard…

"What?"

Cyborg seemed to miss the dangerous edge his voice took on but Speedy turned slightly from where he and Beast Boy had been playing a video game and arched an eyebrow. Robin silently thanked years of training from Batman in the art of keeping his emotions hidden otherwise he probably would have been blushing right about now.

"Sorry man, but we don't have any spare rooms set up just yet." Cyborg seemed perfectly oblivious to Robin's dismay, as he was too busy going over plans to renovate the tower and include some more rooms. "I never expected more than the five of us you know, that's why I gave us each our own wing. Poor planning I guess."

"Cy-"

"And BB already said Aqua could room with him and it's probably for the best. He has the only view of the bay that isn't littered with sharp pointing potentially Aqualad crushing rocks."

"Which is always a plus." Aqualad added. "I need to return to the water every few hours and a window would be easiest late at night so I don't set any alarms off."

"Yeah, but-"

"And I sleep on a metal slab plus I can't risk anyone fooling with my equipment." A glare at Beast Boy here. The youngest Titian just smiled widely, undaunted by the dirty look. "The girls are out and so Speedy has to room with you. It'll be a week, tops."

"Yeah Robbie, a week." Speedy shot him a wide mocking grin. "It'll be like I'm not even there and, when it's over, you can back to your sulky broody privacy."

Robin's eye twitched. "I am not broody or sulky!"

Speedy snorted before turning around and facing the TV. "Whatever you say Robbie. Just don't go forgetting whose idea this was. Me and Aqua didn't ask you to make us move in."

Robin glared so hard at the back of the other teen head that if he'd been gifted with any kind of heat vision Speedy would be a smoldering pile of ash. Cyborg, who watched the display with half-interest, was actually a little surprised the archer wasn't struck dead through sheer force of Robin's will.

Finally Robin seemed to just…explode. (Really, there was a little wisp of smoke leaving the top of his head. Cyborg waved at it absently.) Then he growled and turned before stalking away. He went through the large double doors and vanished into the darkness of the hallway.

Speedy snorted as he watched the other teen sulk off. He knew that if he was going to get Robin to notice him as more than a friend and occasional rival he had to stop being such an asshole, but sometimes the other guy was just…too damn easy.

"Is he always that moody?"

Starfire frowned thoughtfully. "Robin is not…moody. He is simply very protective of his things."

Speedy rolled his eyes before handing his control over to Aqualad and standing up. He stretched for a moment then headed off after Robin. He had it in his mind to apologize but knew he'd probably just end up starting another spat.

He couldn't help but think this was some kind of equivalent to pulling a girl's pigtails in school.

Tracking down Robin's room was fairly easy. He just had to follow the annoyed muttering; it was better than having a map. For a guy trained by Batman he could pretty obvious when he wanted to be. …Really, that was probably exactly what it was. Robin obviously wanted him to know where he was going otherwise he'd leave Speedy to wander around the tower aimlessly for a few hours.

He stepped into the room to find the room so immaculate it was almost painful to look at. Well, save the closet area, which had shoes and utility belts strewn around it. Robin was on his hands and knees, pawing through the closet.

Speedy came to an abrupt halt in his progress, blinking owlishly.

Umm…okay.

He knew he really shouldn't be doing this but he couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Robin's body…or, at the risk of being brutally honest, his ass. Anyone else probably would have looked ridiculous with their butt in the air like that but Robin just looked…really…enticing.

Speedy swallowed then looked away, willing his body to regain to his control and praying that he didn't get a boner in front of Robin because that would be embarrassing and incredibly difficult to explain and he didn't even want to attempt to

Speedy's thoughts trailed off when a blue shoebox came flying over Robin's shoulder, hit the carpeted floor and bounced before falling onto its side and opening up. What looked like newspaper clippings tumbled out and Speedy couldn't help but be a little bit confused. Robin didn't strike him as the sort to have something so…disorganized in his bedroom.

Though, for all Speedy knew they were in alphabetical order or something. He found that it wouldn't surprise him if they were, because Robin was strangely compulsive like that.

He bent down and set the box upright while picking up some of the clippings that had tumbled out. A quick skim showed that most dealt with Bruce Wayne in some way but more importantly they all mentioned Bruce Wayne's ward, Dick Grayson. Some looked to be from a school newspaper, if the less than stellar grammar was any indication, and talked about his involvement on the track team, swim team, and some other random things.

Speedy arched an eyebrow thoughtfully. "So, you like…really think about Dick a lot don't you?"

Robin went rigid and turned around slowly, a blush flaming up his cheeks. "What did you say?" His voice cracked and rose to an unusually high pitch. Speedy blinked at him.

Oh-kay. Maybe he wasn't supposed to see this box. He pushed it away then straightened up, trying to think of a way to smooth this over as quickly as possible.

"I mean…not…that you think about Dick it was just the box and Dick and I didn't know you would get all bent out of shape but you practically threw it in my face."

Robin blinked and looked mildly confused before letting his eyes dart over to the shoebox he'd pushed to the side. The blush came back, even darker this time, before he darted forward, scoped it up, and threw it into the closet. Speedy could tell things were only starting to get worse and that his aimless stuttering wasn't getting them anywhere, at all.

"Look, man, it's cool if you like some guy, I'm not gonna get weird. Besides, a speedo can be flattering on some people." Robin made a noise like a choke and Speedy knew, he just knew that he shouldn't have said that either.

Maybe he should just stop talking.

Robin took a step forward and Speedy jumped back, nearly tripping over his own feet and hitting the ground. Robin grabbed his bag, threw that into the closet as well, and then began to storm out of the room. Speedy hesitated for a second before reaching out and grabbing the other teen by the wrist and yanking him back far enough to wrap an arm around his waist.

"Look, don't go storming out Robbie, I didn't mean anything by it."

He barely had a chance to register Robin's fist before it smashed into his nose. He stumbled again and this time he did fall to the ground. He reached up to clutch his now bleeding nose and looked up at Robin is surprise. Had he really just hit him?

Sure, Robin was certifiable but he wasn't normally violent for no reason. At least Speedy didn't think he was violent for no reason. He had to confess he didn't know Robin all that well or anything. The leader of the Titans was staring at him, eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't touch me."

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