Hi guys, sorry for the week gap between my updates. School was an ass for rescheduling an assignment which nailed me for the whole weekend (also the nights of it). And guess what, I almost failed it. Almost.

But now I'm raging anyway… &#*$^&!&#)!*(?$! HOW COULD CARTOONNETWORK DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE (US)!? You know, after such a long and stupid weekend I was really looking forward to the new episode and now it seems we have to wait to January! So yeah! I'm pissed! (phoe, I needed to say that…)

Anyways, enjoy!

-\ Day forty-nine 3:17/-

This was the second day without school for the speedster in the middle of the week. His school surprisingly took an understanding for his needed absence and the speedster had not left Gotham after arriving his first day without education.

The teen had noticed the dropping temperatures and was even worrying more about his young friend now. And the snow. God, the snow could be killing his best friend at this moment!

The speedster bit his lip as he quickly run through a store which looked quiet. He ended up by the cashier with an arm full of energy containing snacks and only one costumer before him in the line. His eyes were glued on the widows, showing people pass by the store.

He paid for the products absently and speed off the second his change was given back. He walked down the street, eating his snacks.

"That's why you should clean the fridge so now and then," Two ladies past by chatting.

The speedster tried to hear as much from everything, hoping he might heard somebody who said something about Robin. He knew the changes were small, but he had to do it with everything he could get.

"You should totally save up money for it. It may be much but way worth it! Just make sure your wife don't find out, she would never allow," Two man walked to the other direction, passing Wally.

The red heard turned, watching the man walk down the street, every step bringing them further away from the ginger. Why did it feel like they were talking about something he should know?

He quickly followed the two man down the street, trying his best to overhear everything they said.

"-st a kid. You sure he's worth that much?" the other asked. "You know how risky it is with my wife."

A kid who's worth much? Could they be talking about Robin? No they wouldn't be, right? Robin would be worth money if you bring him to the right people, once captured. But paying for him? That isn't right.

The speedster shook his head and quickly returned to the path he had taken first. He heard more conversations pass but none really said anything useful.

The redhead looked down at his watch. He let deep breath slipped through his lips as he saw the time. It was already after noon. But he could still find Robin today.

The teen looked up, seeing a stall selling hot cocoa. The speedster grinned widely. He would definitely like some of that before going further with his search. The snow was so cold for his feet and face and what better to dislodge the cold than with a delicious hot chocolate.

The boy walked toward the quickly shrinking line. Thinking about it, Robin used to love hot cocoa. They usually drink it together, every first day with snow. They would put extra marshmallows in their hot chocolate and would laugh at each other's with brown smeared lips.

The boy took out his phone as he took place behind the one person left in the line. He scrolled down a list of pictures, finding the one he was looking for. Robin and himself, holding each other by the shoulder, big mugs in their hands, and a mustache like stain of hot chocolate on their faces. Not only the fake mustache is what they wore but also two brilliant big smiles were displayed in the picture.

"One large hot cocoa, please."

The speedsters eyes wide. His head shot up from the face of his best friend to the back of a person with a voice so much alike his best buddy.

Was he dreaming? Did he just heard Robin talk? Did he just found Robin!?

A large cup of damping chocolate was placed on the counter and change was given back to the boy before him. "Thank you."

That was enough for the speedster. This was Robin! His voice! His way of speaking. The slight tingle in his friends voice as he said thanks. The small accent he was never able to place. The polite way his words made their way over the boy's lips. It was hundred percent Robin!

The boy grabbed the teens arm and turned him around quickly. He heard a completely Robin like grunt as he saw the boy first spill his newly bought drink and less than a second after that dropped it into the think pack of snow. Wide brown eyes were staring in his green eyes.

Wait! Brown!?

Wally met a boy who looked like everything but his friend. His eyes were cold and empty. The attitude he wore was sharp, cocky and most of all not giving a shit. His hair was clearly bleached and lips looked slightly swollen. His eyes were wide, staring at the speedster in shock.

"Dick?" it took a while before Wally had spoken. He was shocked by the way he friend, if it was his friend in the end, looked.

There was a pause. It seemed like the whole street was currently watching the two young teens. Until the silence was broken by the blonde teen.

"What the fuck!" the teen growled loudly, pulling his arm out of the grip of the redhead. He looked down at his spilled drink causing a brown stain in white snow where it hadn't melted away.

"Sorry about your drink!" the speedster blurred out quickly, picking up the fortunately still intact mug. "I'll buy you a new one."

The younger teen snorted as he watched his best friend buy a new drink for him. The boy turned around and pushed a cup into his hands. Another cup in his other hand.

"What's with you and calling somebody a dick and buying drinks afterwards?" the blonde boy commend cocky, eyebrows risen high and one hand resting in his hip. "What was that about you jerking me around like that in the first place?" the teen asked, even more offended by what the teen had done at first.

"I didn't mean it like that!" the redhead's free hand shot up in the air. "And I didn't call you a dick, I called you Dick, as in your name."

"My name isn't Dick," the teen spoke, voice back to the calm and controlled one. He walked over to the place to sit down. It was protected by parasol so the snow didn't cover the benches nor tables.

The speedster quickly took a seat next to the teen. "Yes it is. You're my best friend, my buddy!"

"You're confusing me with someone else. My name is Alex and I don't even know you," Alex spoke before taking a sip from his hot drink.

"You're probably just confused. You've hit your head pretty hard about one and a half month ago," the speedster said watching the boy drink the warm liquid.

"You're nuts," the teen hissed, putting the mug back down on the table. "And will you leave now!? You're making a scene!"

"I've been searching for you for over a month now! No freaking way that I'm gonna leave!" the ginger yelled, holding his mug in a death grip.

Did Robin lose his memory? Did he forgot who his friends were, or was he just being stubborn and acted like he was somebody else?

Thinking about it, it wouldn't be so weird if he did that. They all betrayed him, causing his life to collapse. Would Robin hate him so much he would act like he didn't know him?

Wally noticed the boy was slightly trembling and biting his lower lip. Was he hurt?

"Just fuck off!" the younger teen suddenly shouted. "At least let me enjoy my drink! Come back later, okay!?"

The young hero was taking off guard by the sudden outburst. He rose and walked off, taking enough distance to make the blonde boy stop staring with fire spitting eyes but not too much to lose sight on him.

He could see the people look at the boy. But the way they looked at him was weird. It was not the kind of attention you would give to a person who just disturbed your peaceful drink. No. There was a certain amount of disgust and disapproval in their eyes. As if he was some kind of criminal.

Alex pulled his hood further over his head, blocking most eyes as he went on with slowly drinking his treat.

-\/-

What the hell is he doing here!? How did he find him? Why did he find him?

Alex looked up, finding green eyes watching him from a distance. He quickly looked down. He has to get his act together! He can't have him seriously believe that he's Dick. It's too dangerous. He and his whole family could end up killed. He can't let that happen! Not again! Not to him!

His hot cocoa was finished way too quick and he returned the mug to the stall. The blonde noticed Wally running toward him, dumping his cup quickly by the man, grabbing his hand and started to run off.

"What are you doing?" The prostitute asked, trying hard to find the mask he had worn for days now.

"Taking you somewhere we can talk, without people watching you like that."

That made the teens heart skipped a beat. He saw that too?

Dick was pulled toward a silence place where the teen turned toward him. Dick quickly turned into Alex, sharping his eyes, dropped his old ID once again. "I don't know who you think I am but I'm most likely the opposite!"

Wally suddenly wrapped his arms around the blonde boy at super speed, hugging him tightly. The ex-hero had to struggle not to hug back. "I've missed you so much Dick. You can stop acting now. There is nobody here who can hear us."

"I'm not who you think I am. I'm Alex," The speedster didn't stop hugging him. Alex bit the inside of his cheek for a second before continuing. "I'm just a simple prostitute."

That made Wally let go of him, pulling back at an instant. "What?" his voice came out shaking in disbelief.

The speedster's hand holding the younger teen's arms trembled. "I'm a prostitute. I sell my body to men. That's what I do for living. That is who I am," the blonde teen explained at ease as if he was discussing the weather.

"You're lying! You would never do that!" the ginger yelled at the boy, squeezing the skin in his hands.

Dick dug his nails painfully into the palm of his hand, keeping his face straight as ever. "I'm not that Dick you're talking about. I'm a prostitute, no matter how hard you squeeze me. That is why those people look at me the way they did. They disapprove with teen prostitutes."

Wally trembled, vibrated even. He bit his lips as he looked deep within Alex's eyes. "No!" the teen suddenly spoke stern, grabbing the blonde boy, turning around and pulling him up to his back.

The young hooker let out a yelp as he was lifted. He clamped around his friends body in reflex. As he opened his eyes he noticed the cousin of the Flash was currently speeding him through Gotham. "What?" the teen started shocked. "How!? What's going on!? Where are you taking me!?"

The little prostitute was in a warm and cozy room before he knew it. The teen stumbled before falling on the ground of his friends room. "How did I get here so fast?" the teen asked, putting up his best Shocked-for-life-! face.

"I'm Kid Flash! I've run you here!" the ex-sidekick told proud, a single dumb pointing at himself.

"W-what?" The young teen rose from the ground. "As in the sidekick of the Flash?"

"Ex-sidekick. But yes, I am with the Flash," the zoomed out of the room only to return with a sandwich, fully stuffed with everything Dick liked.

Wally disappeared again before Alex could speak up and reappeared with some hot tea on a tray. "Wait," The black haired teen tried but the redhead had already sped off to run back into the room with a blanket and wrapped it around his young friend. "Kid Flash!"

"Yes?" the speedster asked as he filled a cup with hot water.

"Why are you giving me all this? You don't know me, I don't know you!" the boy said, sandwich still in his hand.

"You must have hit your head pretty hard," Wally pushed the boy gently into his bed. "You had a rough fight back then."

"What are you talking about!?" The boy shouted in protest but before he could rose he saw the speedster had already taken a seat next to him.

"It must have been terrible, being forced to be a prostitute," the ginger said as he laid a hand on the Alex's lap. "Come on, eat."

The ex-hero took a bite from his treat and turned to the hero next to him. It was time to convince the teen that he had really the wrong person, no matter how much Robin hated to do that. "Listen, I'm not who you think I am," the teen started firm. "I'm just a kid who run away from home, to get away from his father. I became the one thing he hated the most just so that he won't find me. I became a prostitute out of free will, no one forced me, no one told me to be one."

Wally was completely silence, no real emotion except for disbelieve written on his face. Alex just took another bite from his sandwich as he waited for the speedster to process every bit of information he had gotten from his friend.

"That's a lie!" the speedster shouted after watching the other eating the sandwich for a few moments. "There is no way that your voice is this similar to Robin's by chance!"

"My voice?" Alex laid the remaining half of his sandwich down at his lap.

"Yes, your voice. When I heard you talk I knew that you are Robin! You talk exactly like him," the ginger explained.

"Well, there are more people on the world with a similar voice," the younger teen spoke, looking down at his lap. "Do I even look like him?" the raven-haired boy asked, looking the speedster into his eyes.

"Not really," Wally sighed. "But you're not naturally blonde, are you?"

"No, my natural hair is ebony."

The ginger grunted. "Just work with me here! You could be Robin!"

Alex rolled his eyes. "But I'm not! How hard can it be to understand that!?"

"Then why does it feel like you're one big lie!?" Wally's shout silenced the angry teen. Wally could swear that the teen turned a bit pale. "Tell me again that you want to be a prostitute out of your own will," The blonde didn't answer, brown eyes avoiding the green ones. "You can't, because you're Dick and not a prostitute!"

A swift hand surprised the ginger as it was placed in his neck. Before his eyes could widen all the way he felt himself being pulled down toward the smaller teen. The motion was somehow, despite his super speed, too fast for the redhead to see what happened.

Before he knew it, two lips were placed firmly against his. He heard something drop as the ex-hero moved over him to end up in his lap and the free hand of the prostitute was placed on his check.

Robin was kissing him!?

Wally didn't move, unable to get a grip on the situation at hand. How could this be happening? Robin wasn't gay, right? Robin was straight. He once told about a girl on his school, Barbara if he recalled correctly, which he really liked. Then how could he be kissing him right now?

This was impossible!

The two lips released his and two brown eyes opened themselves to see two green orbs look at him absently. Alex didn't move away, staying mare inches away from the speedsters.

"I can't tell you twice because I which you were my first," The fake blonde said, eyes soft on his friend.

He was suddenly pushed away with a strong force. "What!?" The blonde stumbled to the floor, only to look up at a more than shocked speedster. "You're not gay!"

The ex-hero sighed and rose from the ground, quickly pulling his cloths straight. "No, I'm not gay," the teen spoke pulling his shirt slightly. "I don't fall for a gender but for personality. That makes me bi, doesn't it?"

Wally was silence as he watched the other teen pick up the remaining of the sandwich. "Sorry, I dropped it," he said, hands full off a now hairy lunch.

"That's okay," the speedster took the bread and dumbed it into the bin.

I hope that was enough to convinced him. I would hate go any further with him. Alex thought to himself as he watched his friend throw away the ruined sandwich.

Wally turned back and took some tea. "Let's try this. But please don't drop this too," he said with a wink but regretted that the second he saw the other teen blush.

"Let's just pass the tea," Alex said with a certain amount of determination in his voice as he put down the cup. He forced the redhead to his bed with his body. "Let's have some fun," he pinned the redhead down with his knees, a smile laced on his face.

"What are you doing?" soft lips were placed on his once again and he could feel the other male's body brush over his. He quickly broke the kiss to make room to yell. "Stop this! I'm not gay and I don't want this!"

"Oh, but you'll like it, I promise. I'm really tight and men pay major money for my ass. I'll give you the night of your life!" the boy kissed his older friend again as he dragged his crotch over his friend's crotch. Please, stop me! Please! The fake blonde begged the speedster in his head as he let his hands roam over Wally's chest.

"Cut it out!" The ginger balled his fist and hit the boy harsh on his cheek and nose. Alex fell out of the bed to the ground, grabbing his face. "I told you to stop!" the older teen yelled furious but calmed down as he saw the boy coil up. "Alex?" He crouched down and heard restrained subs. "Alex!"

Wally touched the blonde's back but got only a hit in return. "Leave me!"

The speedster was shocked to see the tear and blood stained face. He had hit him a bloody nose and broke his heart. He was the worst friend ever! "I'm so sorry. I didn't meant to hurt you. I just don't want to have sex with you."

"I wanted to make love with you, not just plain sex. Sex means nothing to me anymore. It's reason what counts. And I love you," Alex placed his head into Wally's shoulder, tears still streaming down.

The blonde sobbed a bit longer in his friends shoulder, holding him tightly.

-\Day forty-nine 1 PM/-

Christopher closed the door behind him and turned the key, locking the door from the outside. He looked down the rather decay looking hall. He couldn't afford much more, or at least Christopher couldn't. The Wayne fortune was still intact but unused. He was smarter than to use that money.

"Hi, Christopher, where you going?" his neighbor stood by his own front door, a bag full of groceries in his hand. The man seemed the most happy one of this whole block and had his eyes set on Bruce to become his friend.

"I'm going for a walk. I need to clear my head a bit," the man said as he walked past the man. He didn't feel anything for hanging with his new "friend". His light personality was too similar to that of Dick and he missed his son more than enough without a man following him around reminding him of what he no longer had.

James quickly placed his bag of groceries in his house and locked the door behind him. "Can I come with?"

The fake dark blonde male sighed unnoticeably and rolled his eyes. "Sure, but I need time to think, so please keep it down a bit."

"Sure," the man followed his muscled neighbor. He had wondered before how it came the man seemed so strong. All Christopher let on to him was that he had escaped his previous life because he had messed up big times. He came here for a fresh new start and after telling him to leave it the man hadn't mentioned it again.

He simply followed the man down the streets. To him it seemed that Christopher randomly walked through the district, hands dug deep in his pockets and cap pulled over his ears. Why would that man roam the streets in this cold as he didn't seem to enjoy it at all.

"Say," James started carefully after a walk of five minutes in complete silence. "You walk often. You have that often a troubled mind?" the brown haired man asked, watching the back of his friend.

For some reason he didn't dare to walk next to him. The man was pretty clear about needing his silence to think and somehow it felt like walking next to him would already be too much.

The dark blonde man stopped in his track and turned around. "I did things I'm not proud of. I just need to sort out many things," he said, face cold, voice low and steady.

"Like what?" the younger man asked, felling courage he for some unknown reason had found for the first time he met this man.

Christopher's eyes at first narrowed on the man, ready to turn it into a Bat-glare but quickly soften his eyes. He turned away from the man and mumbled a "All the things what would even chase your own family away," as he walked further.

"Like drugs and stuff?" the man asked further in his bravery, following the man down the street.

"Let's just say that life can be hard sometimes and that those things seem to help a bit. It doesn't. It only ruined all I had left," the man growled lowly in the hate of what he had done. Or at least, what his character had done. Bruce himself had never laid a finger on drugs, nor found himself too wasted to find his way home. He stayed in line, perfectly aware of his public state he had to keep high and knowing that you can do some pretty fucked up stuff when you're too drunk. He had seen that, the more as Batman. People could really lose it and end up as some rampaging criminal who needed to be stopped by somebody would could use more force than the police.

The police do great things, they truly do! But a city as Gotham needed more than some trained man in costume shaking at the mare thought of Bane or the Joker. The law was strict but also nailed its own hands of justice down to watch how men do things what scars families for the rest of their lives. Those men weren't allowed to shoot though that was the only thing they have to defensed their selves with. How can you ask from somebody to stop crazy people who are high on only God knows what while they could be easily killed by a small mistake. Even a mistake doesn't have to occur for a cop to lose his life. People, especially the people from Gotham, do fucked up and unpredictable things. And with all the rules tying those man down, how does Gotham expect them to actually accomplish something in this rotten city. Right, they can't.

Police is great at small work, taking some street thugs and disobeying kids, but the real thing, the dealing with the real homicidal is something that should be done by the Batman. A person who can do more than fire a gun. A person who is willing to give up his life, but isn't stupid enough to actually lose it. A person who can go head on with the loonies Gotham's bares. Person's like he and Dick. What many citizens don't know about Batman and Robin is that not only the power to stop Gotham's underbelly is what make them able to do all this, but also the passion for those people, for this city. Both he and Dick are not just cleaning up the streets because they hate the thugs. No. They do this to protect those who get hurt. They do this to stop those criminals from hurting themselves or their loved ones. Arkham Asylum was not just their dump place to get rid of the trash, it was a place where those with a sick minds get a change to get better, to be able to understand the world and themselves. Why do people not see that?

The fact they can't see that, the fact they don't have that kind of passion, the fact they don't know how it is to lose it all but fight to keep all what you've gotten back is what make people unable to be something near Batman and Robin. He wasn't a god. No, not anything near it. But he was different. Maybe it was the trauma of losing both his parents at once what opened his eyes, maybe it was some God who showed him the way, but whatever drove him into becoming what he was now, has been a blessing for Gotham. Whoever, whatever was responsible for his change of heart saved many lives. And now that he's nailed to the ground, waiting patiently to fly out to be what men calls a hero, he need to calm himself down. He need to cool the flame what tells him to help all those people who live here. He needs to cool down his head, shouting to him to go and bring down every single person responsible for what happed his son and himself. The hero in side him, the one telling to teach his neighbor how to self-defense himself, has to stay quiet. It has to hide, to wait for the storm to pass.

That was it for this week. (PS I'm over the 100 pages for this story! Not counting the author note)

I have some ideas for new fanfics (since this one is past the half of it) and I wondered of you liked the ideas. And since my author notes would become way too long if I put all those ideas in them I ask you friendly to go to my facebook to check them out there and tell me if I should write them or not. You can also bring up ideas if you have them yourself. (can't promise if I'll write them though) You can find me on Facebook Godismetons (remove spaces) please check it out and by all means, like the page.

Here is a little idea what might get you interested for the page (if you're not interested in ideas, you can skip the italic part)

Some children are accidents, unplanned. Their parents had a wild night and the consequents were there. But most children are planned, well thought into the life of two people loving each other.

I though was more than simply planned. I was engineered from the beginning, created for one purpose. I, the first sidekick of all, was created to destroy the Justice League. I am the mole of the team.

I hope you liked the chapter and I would really like it if you drop a little review for me :D