A/N: I wanted to update this yesterday, but I've been swamped with mid-terms and papers this week. Thankfully I'm able to update today. Enjoy!

Roy was woken up by Dick getting out of bed the following morning. He sat up wondering if he could take his sling off to get dressed.

"I'll see you downstairs at breakfast," Dick told Roy.

"Ok." Once the door was shut Roy looked in his closet. Dick had helped him organize his clothes, so they were all neatly hung and organized by which pieces of clothing Dick liked best. He took off the sling to get dressed but put it back on right after. Re-doing the straps were a little difficult, but thankfully they were velcro, so he managed to figure it out. Since he wouldn't need them, he ignored his socks and shoes and left the room to eat breakfast. He sat in the same place he'd been sitting for the last couple of days, across from Dick, trying to keep his heartbeat normal.

"Here you are Master Roy," Alfred said, setting Roy's plate down in front of him.

"Thank you." Roy started eating, feeling a little queasy at how much food there was on his plate. It was more than Oliver had ever given him, which seemed to be a trend in Wayne Manor. Every meal was more food, and more variety of food, than Roy, was used to. 'Have to eat all of it though,' he told himself silently. 'I have to eat all of it.'

"Did you sleep well, Roy?" Bruce asked, hoping light conversation could start to build a trust between them.

"Yes, sir." Roy didn't even look up from his plate.

"That's good. Does your arm or hand hurt?"

"No, sir."

Bruce nodded. Dick nodded encouragingly, clearly wanting Bruce to keep trying to make conversation. "I know I haven't gotten you anything to do, I will soon though."

"That's ok, I don't need anything."

Bruce blinked and paused for a moment, but pressed on. "Well, today you can watch tv, or read…there's a library. You can help yourself to Dick's video games—"

"You can try to beat my scores," Dick teased. "Try."

"Right. Or you can sit outside. Whatever really. Ok?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ok then." Bruce let the conversation drop. 'It's only been two days,' he reminded himself. 'We're only on day three.' At least Roy looked less tense than he had the previous days, so Bruce took that as a very, very small win. Judging by the look Dick was giving him though, the boy didn't think Bruce's attempts at conversation weren't enough. Bruce shrugged. If Roy didn't want to talk to him, then he couldn't force him.

"Your lunch Master Dick," Alfred said, handing Dick a lunchbox.

"Thanks, Alfie," Dick replied.

"I suggest you finish, we shall be leaving soon."

"Ok."

Alfred paused momentarily, studying Roy. He still had food on his plate, although over half of it was gone, and he was eating a lot slower. It was hard to tell since Roy's face was turned down to face his plate, but he looked like he was dreading each forkful of food he put in his mouth. Alfred filed the information away while he helped Dick finish getting ready for school. Roy meanwhile, was forcing food down his own throat. He was full, but he couldn't leave any food on his plate, so he kept eating. It seemed like he was being ignored for now, which was fine with him, so he was able to continue eating without anyone questioning him. By the time he finished he was the last one at the table and Bruce and Dick were getting ready to leave. He found Dick in the foyer, getting his coat on and grabbing his backpack. Dick beamed and gave Roy a hug.

"Bye," Roy mumbled, awkwardly standing there while Dick hugged him.

"Bye Roy. I'll be back soon."

"Ok."

"I shall return soon Master Roy," Alfred told him. "Just as soon as I've dropped Master Dick off at school." Roy nodded and watched Dick leave. After the door shut he ran upstairs to the bathroom; just barely making it before he started throwing up. He threw up most of his breakfast and sat against the wall for a little bit afterward. It took a few minutes to get his breathing back under control. 'I think I ate too much,' he thought numbly as he made sure there was no sign of his getting sick and he'd rinsed his mouth out several times. After that, he curled up on his bed. He looked at his clock. '6 hours until Dick comes back,' he thought miserably. He didn't want to be alone with Alfred all day, but he was determined to stay in his room. 'If I stay in my room,' he thought sitting up. 'then there's less of a chance I'll do something wrong. Less of a chance to get hit.' He nodded to himself. 'I'll just stay in here. Dick will be back soon.'

Seven hours to go.

Roy sat on his bed and idly sorted the pack of cards Dick had left in the room from their last game. He'd discovered Dick was very good at Go Fish and War. First, he sorted the cards by color, then by suit, then by number. That he organized them from highest to lowest. He shuffled the cards and repeated this process. At some point, he heard footsteps in the hall and froze. He stared at the door as the footsteps paused momentarily outside his door, then moved on. Roy let out the breath he'd been holding and went back to his sorting game. He devised a game to see how fast he could sort the cards in under ten minutes. Then five.

Six hours to go.

Truthfully, Roy didn't know how to play solitaire, but he was pretty sure he'd figured it out. He had vague, very vague and fuzzy memories, of his father playing it when he was young. Unfortunately, the memories weren't enough to help him figure the game out. So he had to go off what he thought it was about. He played the way he'd played on his computer back with Oliver. 'I can always go find one of Dick's games,' he reminded himself. 'Unless some of those suggestions were tests or set-ups. Going outside was.' He wouldn't have been surprised. In his first couple months living with Oliver, his guardian would "test" Roy by tempting him to do things that were against the rules. Roy shivered. His 12-year-old self hadn't been prepared to face the mind games Oliver played by telling Roy he couldn't go outside but then leaving the door open when he left. He froze and closed his eyes to fight the sudden images of Oliver slamming him into a wall and telling him he was weak. That he was a bad person for purposefully breaking the rules and forcing Oliver to punish him. He squeezed his burned hand to bring himself back to reality. 'I won't fall for it this time. Not this time.' He went back his game of almost solitaire.

Five hours to go.

Wayne Manor was eerily silent. It was bigger than Oliver's mansion, much bigger, so Roy attributed the silence to the size. It was nice though. With Oliver silence meant he was alone. Being alone many he was safe for a few hours. Although he knew he wasn't alone, this silence still calmed Roy's nerves a little bit because he could pretend he was alone. His card game was also helping. After getting sick of solitaire, if that was what he had been playing, Roy moved on to playing a memory game. He spread the cards out on his bed face down and looked for pairs. This was much more entertaining than solitaire since he was 100% sure he was playing this game correctly. It was better when played with someone else, but Roy was an expert on activities that involved two people but usually only involved him. It was strange, but Roy realized he was starting to feel a little lonely. 'How can I feel lonely?' he asked himself. 'I haven't felt this way in years.' He'd been lonely when he'd first moved in with Oliver. After several months of being left alone all day and adjusting to Oliver being his only form of human interaction, lonely was a feeling he'd just gotten used to. Oliver had never been his friend, so Roy had been forced to learn how to be his own friend. Now he had Dick though, and he found himself with that empty feeling though. He kept playing memory though, trying to forget what this felt like.

Four hours to go.

Around 11 o'clock his stomach started to growl. "Stop," he told his stomach sternly. "There's still another hour until lunch." At least….he hoped it was. This was his first day alone with Alfred, and he didn't know if the man was going to feed him. It made Roy wish he hadn't thrown up earlier. The more food he had in his stomach, the easier it would be to go without. He'd given up on his memory game as well and had started just trying to guess what a card was going to be when he flipped it over. First, he guessed the colors, then the suits, then the numbers. It wasn't that engaging, so it didn't do a lot to keep him distracted from his stomach. He shifted his arm in the sling uncomfortably. Not being able to move it was unbearable. There was a twitching in his fingers that needed to shoot a bow. Unfortunately, he didn't have access to a bow, or arrows, and his arm was trapped in the sling. 'Just keep playing with the cards,' he thought. 'Just keep playing with the cards.'

Three hours to go.

Noon came, but Roy didn't leave his room. He was back to organizing his cards, having gone through all the games he could think of. 'Maybe I'll just play them on a loop,' he thought. He was just getting through another round of sorting the cards by number when someone knocked on the door and he jumped.

"Master Roy," Alfred said. "It is time for lunch sir."

"Ok," Roy said in a shaky voice. He opened his door slowly, wanting to shrink back when he saw Alfred on the other side.

"Are you coming, sir?"

"Y-yes." Roy followed Alfred downstairs feeling grateful that he did get to eat. He sat down at the table and quickly started eating his sandwich. "Thank you."

"You're welcome sir." Alfred kept an eye on Roy while he ate. The teen was eyeing the chips and juice he'd been given with uncertainty. He suddenly remembered what had happened at breakfast. "Master Roy."

Roy froze. "Yes?"

"You do know that you don't have to eat if you're full, right?"

"No, I'll eat it all. I will, I swear."

"Master Roy." Alfred sat in a seat next to him so the two of them were at eye level. "Master Roy, please look at me."

Roy looked at him, shrinking back into his seat. "I'm sorry. Can I finish please?"

Alfred gazed at him sadly. "Master Roy, I'm not going to take your meal." He'd never seen a child so scared of him before. Dick had been nervous when he'd first moved into the Manor, but Roy was just terrified. "I will not face you to tell me what Mr. Queen has done, but I want to assure you do not need to eat if you're not hungry-"

"No, I'll eat! I'll eat!"

"Master Roy. I will never take your food and I will not force you to eat it. If you're not hungry, then you can stop."

Roy glanced away. "Ok."

Alfred felt that Roy probably didn't believe him, but actions were louder than words. "Dr. Thompkins wants you to eat more, but I only want you to eat until you are full. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." Alfred stood up and left the room, knowing his presence was just going to make Roy more uncomfortable. He kept an eye on the teen though, watching for any signs that Roy was getting full and refused to stop. He hoped he'd at least gotten through to Roy on this, but when the teen gave him his plate Alfred discovered it was completely empty. Roy left quickly after that. Alfred followed him with the stealth that only he could. Roy's bedroom door was open a crack. He stopped next to it and heard the unmistakable sound of the boy getting sick. Alfred shook his head and checked on Roy. The teen was sitting on the floor in the bathroom, shaking. "Master Roy, are you ok?"

Roy whimpered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I just- "

"It's ok sir." Alfred gently helped Roy stand despite his flinch. "You should lay down."

Roy frowned at Alfred as the old man helped lay down on his bed. "You-you aren't mad…?"

"Of course not sir. However, I do ask that you realize you wouldn't get sick if you don't force yourself to eat after you're full."

"Ollie would get mad if I didn't eat all my food." And he'd always been too hungry not to eat everything. He flinched only slightly when Alfred gently felt his forehead.

"I assure you, Master Roy, I would do no such thing. You should rest for a little bit. I shall bring you some water."

"Thank you."

"Of course Master Roy."

Three hours to go.

Roy spent some time just laying on his bed. True to his word, Alfred had brought Roy some water. It washed down the vile taste in his mouth and helped his stomach settle. He didn't sleep, but instead counted and watched his clock. 'Why is it taking so long for Dick to come back?' he wondered. It had been so long since Roy had been to school, he'd forgotten how long it actually is. More pressing on his mind though, was if he would be in trouble when Bruce got home. He shivered, wrapping his arms around his body. Sure, Alfred hadn't hit him for throwing up his food, but the didn't mean Bruce wouldn't. 'It's just been three days,' he reminded himself. 'It's only been three days. I couldn't even make it three days before screwing up again.' The thought made him wish he could bury himself down in his blankets and never come out.

Two hours to go.

Even when he was scared, Roy couldn't just lay on his bed. After making sure no one was near his bedroom, Roy sat on the floor, idly playing with his longbow. He hadn't really looked at it since that night Oliver had burned it. He'd chosen to hide it to try and preserve what was left of his most prized possession. He examined it closely, heart clenching at every crack in the wood. There were only small flecks of red paint left. 'I can't let anyone else see it,' he deiced, carefully hiding it under his bed again. 'I can't let anyone see it. I have to protect what's left of it.'

One hour to go.

After more doing nothing, Roy went back to playing with the cards. He found himself getting better at shuffling them with one hand and started playing the memory game again. It was the most fun out of all the games he'd played. He went through several rounds, wondering how Dick's day was going. probably better than his. 'It's just going to get worse later,' he reminded himself. 'When Mr. Wayne gets home I'll be in lots of trouble.' After a significant amount of time, there was a knock on his door.

"Y-yes?" he asked.

The door opened and Alfred walked in. "Master Roy, I am leaving to pick up Master Dick. We shall be back soon."

"Ok." Thankfully Alfred closed the door when he left. Roy went back to his game, feeling a little better since Dick was going to be back soon. He made it through several more rounds of the memory game, it was getting faster after doing it so many times before he heard footnotes running down the hall. Three seconds later the door opened and Dick came running in, still in his school uniform.

"Hi Roy!" he smiled. He somersaulted on to the bed, somehow still incredibly agile in his slacks and blazer. "How was your day?"

"Um….it was ok….I guess…."

"That's good! Hang on, I'm gonna go change and then we'll go get a snack!"

"No don't-"

"Wait right here." Before Roy could say anything else Dick somersaulted back off the bed and ran out of the room. He sat rigidly, trying desperately to think of a way to convince Dick that they shouldn't go downstairs. Unfortunately, Dick was really fast and returned before Roy had thought of something. "Come on!" Dick grabbed Roy's hand and pulled. "Let's go!"

"Dick…I really think we should just stay here-"

"No way! Alfred made more cookies!" He pulled Roy down to the kitchen, ignoring the teen's near-constant protests. "Hi, Alfie!"

"Good afternoon sirs," Alfred said. "I trust you're here for cookies?"

"Of course." Dick made Roy sit and sat next to him. Alfred placed a plate of cookies in front of them. It took less than a second for Dick to rap two and get halfway through one of them. "Mmm."

Alfred did his best to keep his face neutral as he placed two glasses of milk in front of the boys. "Go ahead Master Roy," he said encouragingly. Roy looked down. Dick looked at him worriedly, trying to hand him a cookie, but Roy kept his free hand in his lap. "Master Roy," Alfred said again, putting a little more force in his voice. Roy looked up at him. "You have my permission to have cookies as long as you and Master Dick are sitting here."

"I-I can?"

"Yes."

"Thank you." Roy took the cookie from Dick and bit into it. He blinked. It was the single most delicious thing he'd eaten in two years.

"You like it?!" Dick asked excitedly.

Roy nodded. Alfred gave them a smile before leaving the room. It would probably make Roy less nervous if he left them alone. He walked into the foyer and was surprised by Bruce walking through the front door. "Master Bruce, you're home early."

"I canceled a meeting," Bruce replied.

"You did?"

"Yes. I was supposed to meet with some representatives from Queen Industries."

Alfred smiled. "I see. Well handled then."

"Don't judge me. I want nothing to do with Queen right now."

"Any self-respecting person would."

"Where are the boys?"

"In the kitchen. However," he stopped Bruce in his tracks. "I would advise you to stay clear. You tend to make Master Roy very nervous and I have managed to convince him to eat a snack."

"Well, that's….progress I hope. What kid doesn't like snacks?"

"One who suffered under the manipulations of Oliver Queen."

"How as he today?"

"He was in his room all day. Silent as a mouse."

"Do you know what he did?"

"I saw a deck of cards on his bed, so I assume he entertained himself with that."

"All day? I should get him some books or….something. I'll ask Dick."

"Good idea sir."

"I'll be in my study."

"Very good sir."

Alfred checked on the boys briefly as he passed the kitchen. Roy looked relaxed as he ate. Alfred smiled and silently crept away. Getting him to eat a couple of cookies was a very small victory, but Alfred would take it.

— —

Barry held Iris' hand as he led her through the Watchtower. "I don't think you've ever been up here," he commented as they walked to the med bay.

"Let's not make a habit of it," Iris warned him. Barry nodded. He opened the door to Wally's room and his wife ran ahead of him. "Wally!" she gave her nephew a hug.

"Aunt Iris, I've only been here for three days!" Wally protested as she kissed his head.

"And in those three days, you almost died and broke dozens of bones."

"How do you feel Kid?" Barry asked.

"Good. Dr. Mid-Nite gave me some more of that cool pain medicine. He said that my head is almost healed and my wrists are healing really good."

"That's good. So, your aunt and I have something we need to talk to you-"

"UncleBarrypleasedon'tmakemegiveupbeingKidFlash! IknowImessedupthistimebutIpromiseI'lldobetterand-"

"Whoa, slow down Kid. I'm not making you give up Kid Flash. Although that is a good idea…"

"Barry focus," Iris reminded him.

"Right. Wally, the League is worried Green Arrow is going after you, Robin, and Aqualad in retaliation for us taking Speedy. All of you are off duty, which isn't a problem for you because you can't walk anyways."

"How long until I can run again?" Wally asked.

"If everything goes well, two weeks-"

"What?!"

"With limited running. In three you should be good to come back as Kid Flash if Green Arrow is taken care of."

"You're also going to be staying with Jay and Joan until your uncle and the League can be sure Green Arrow won't be coming after you," Iris added.

"But he doesn't know I'm Kid Flash. He doesn't know I'm Kid Flash right?!"

"Wally relax," Barry said. "Green Arrow doesn't know your identity. We're doing this because it will give me peace of mind to know that Green Arrow has no idea where Kid Flash is."

"It's only for a little bit," Iris assured.

Wally sighed. "Ok. I guess it could be fun."

"Make sure you ask Jay for all his old Flash stories," Barry said. "You know how he likes telling those."

"Jay's stories are the best!"

Barry chuckled and ruffled his nephew's hair. "I'm going to see if I can find Dr. Mid-nite so we can take you home."

"Don't worry Aunt I. Next time I'm going to dodge that arrow!"

Barry laughed as he left the room. Right before he left he heard Iris say, "I expect you to mister. No more of Jay coming to tell me you've been shot. Got that?"

"You got it, Aunt Iris."