AN: This is a one-shot about how Roy meets Dick. Roy is 14 and has been living with Oliver just under a year and working with him as Speedy for seven months.

Dick is aged 9 and has been living with Bruce about a year and a half and working with him as Robin for a little over a year. Unfortunately I do not own the rights to any of the YJ content and characters :( Enjoy and feel free to leave a review or requests xXx

- SoulReaperOfTheInnocent

Last Time:

"Not this time squirt!" Roy lunged from his position on the floor and managed to wrap his hand around Dick's ankle,

"Woa- Ooof" was all Dick managed to say before he got a face full of carpet.

Dick thrashed his legs around in the air but Roy only held on tighter, "C'mon Dick just admit defeat" Roy laughed. Then he stopped struggling and just lay there, worried Roy let go and sat up, "What's up kiddo?" he asked sincerely,

Dick copied Roy and sat up cross legged, "You called me Dick",

"Yeah, and, that is your name isn't it?" Roy questioned,

"No," he said,

Now you've screwed up you moron of course his name isn't Dick its probably Rick I mean Oliver called him Richard, I think, God I am such an idiot and now I've offended him just GREAT! Roy thought.

"I mean Yes it is but that's not why... never mind" Dick lowered his eyes to the ground suddenly finding the plush carpet very interesting, Roy moved in closer so they were shoulder to shoulder and draped one arm over Dicks back,

"C'mon kid talk to me"

"It's nothing" he mumbled,

"Please Dick; I've dated enough girls to know nothing always means something, so... Tell me what's wrong!" Roy quickly grabbed his head pulling him into a noogie. He grinded his knuckles on top of Dick's head, but not too hard. Dick giggled and tried to wriggle away but to no avail.

"Hey let go!" Dick whined trying to pull out of his grip,

"Not until you tell me what's wrong" Roy stated,

"It's stupid," he muttered, Roy raised his hand ready for round two when Dick finally caved, "Fine, I'll talk" he said raising his hands in surrender. Roy loosened his grip but didn't let go of the kid, so instead Dick leant his head against Roy should enjoying the warmth radiated by the elder boy.

"It's just you called me Dick" he started,

"Yes and as we have established already that is you name" Roy interjected, only to be silenced by a glare from the younger,

"And I know this probably sounds stupid, but I guess I just got used to you calling me squirt... I guess I just liked having a nickname." he finished looking up at Roy's face for any hints to what he might be thinking.

"You know" Roy said "You're right that did sound stupid"

" Argh- forget it" Dick growled pulling away from Roy, only to be dragged backwards until he was sat in Roy's lap, with his arms wrapped around him in some sort of backwards hug.

"Not so fast squirt," he laughed "Don't your friends have nicknames for you or at least Bruce"

"Yeah, my 'friends' have all sorts of nicknames for me" he said growing quiet thinking about the variety of names he's been called ever since he became the ward of Bruce Wayne, not even including his time spent as Robin. "Circus Freak, Charity Case, Gypsy Loner" A voice in the back of his head whispered to him, Boy Blunder, and he cringed involuntary at the memories resurfacing.

Roy sighed feeling guilty, he knew how it felt to be an outsider, and from what he's read from the magazine, with what happened to his parents... Roy sighed heavily and pulled Dick in closer to his chest and rested his head on top of the other. " Look Dick, I know how it feels to be an outsider, especially in this society of rich snobs with sticks shoved so far up their... never mind." he paused thinking over his next words carefully "The point is I know it's hard, but the truth is as we grow up its only going to get worse for us, but we'll learn to deal with and at some point the media and the rest of the A holes out there will find another target to pick on, its vicious circle of life for people like you and me." After his speech there was a peaceful minute of silence before Roy tried to lighten the mood "And as for those so called 'friends' of yours just leave them to me" he smiled giving Dick an evil wink.

"Thanks Roy" Dick said wrapping his arms around the older boys neck,

"No Problem, Squirt" At that moment Dick's stomach let loose a loud rumble "Hungry?"

"Starving" Dick laughed jumping up and cartwheeling towards what Roy assumed must be the kitchen "Hey wait up!" he called, smiling as he picked himself up from the floor, hmm maybe the kid isn't too bad after all.

*CRASH*

Never mind, "DICK!"

"Oops"

Roy ran into the kitchen and nearly slipped on... is this rice? Roy's eyes scanned the room for the culprit and found him stood on top of the counter holding the lid of what he accurately guessed was the now shattered glass of rice. Dick met his gaze and smiled sheepishly, Roy raised an eyebrow asking for an explanation, " It was an accident" he said subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck, " I was trying to get the spaghetti" Roy sighed and walked towards Dick keeping an eye out for broken glass, reaching the counter Roy leant forward and gestured for Dick to hop on, "Giddy up horsey" Dick laughed as he literally jumped on top of Roy,

"Don't push it kid" Roy advised playfully, but surprisingly Dick settled down and kept quiet for the rest of the dance across the kitchen to an area not blanketed in rice, almost too quiet hmm. Just as they reached the edge of the kitchen Roy felt something sliding down his back, he quickly swung the silent child off of his back when he caught a glimpse of Dick stuffing whatever was in his hand in his mouth and boy did that produce an interesting result, the result being Dick looking like a chipmunk who's saving nuts for winter. "Dick" he warned holding out his hand, Dick smiled before leaning over and spitting out the remains of a half chewed cookie in his hand, maybe I should have thought that one through, a glance at the mess of the kitchen and Roy decided he'd find a different bin to deposit the cookie into, which in the end turned out to be one of the priceless vases on Bruce's mantel piece, I can't be the hero all the time. "Okay Dick where do you keep your hoover?"

"In a cupboard"

"No Sh-, Captain Obvious which cupboard?" he asked

"Kitchen" Dick smirked,

"Of course" he groaned, making his way towards the front door to grab his combat boots. "So spaghetti was that code for cookies or did you actually want spaghetti?" Roy asked, Dick leaned forward from his position on Roy's shoulders so he was looking at him upside down before replying,

"Duh, it's Spag-Bol Saturday" Dick said in a matter of fact tone,

"Right- I hope you know how to make this thing because I sure as hell don't" Roy told him, Dick frowned down, or was it up? At Roy, wait ... if he is frowning upside down does that make it a smile, hmm, something to think about in future, but right now they had a mess to clean up.

"The hoovers in that cupboard" Dick pointed out,

"Okay I'll leave you on the middle island while I hoover up the rice"

"Aren't you going to pick up the glass" Dick asked

"Nah, it'll be fine" he said leaving the boy on the table and making his way over to the cupboard

"Oh wait!" Dick exclaimed,

"What!?"

"I'm thirsty"

"And?"

"I want some chocolate milk"

"Okay you can have some later"

"But I want some nnooowwww"

"Tough"

"Fine I'll get it myself"

"Whatever" Roy said focusing on hauling the heavy machine out of the closet, "Wait what!?" he turned around to find Dick Flipping off the island onto the next counter before swinging from the light fixture onto the fridge where he opened the door and began drinking chocolate milk straight from the carton. All of a sudden there was a low groan as the fridge began to tilt forward, "Oh Sh-" In two strides Roy was across the room and pushing the fridge back "GET OFF THE FRIDGE!" Roy shouted as the weight of the fridge steadily grew heavier and the strain on his arms increased, to make matters worse, the contents of said fridge had begun to spill out including a half used pack of eggs, a large carton of semi skimmed milk, plus what looked like the leftovers of a meatloaf. Dick quickly leapt off and onto the nearest counter meanwhile Roy continued his struggle with the refrigerator. Roy had decided to make a shopping list of everything Oliver needed to buy Bruce:

*Smash*

1. A New Crystal Dish

2. A Crystal Dishes worth of Apple Crumble?

*Crack*

3. A pot of Raspberry Jam

*Splat*

3. Two pots of Raspberry Jam

And the list went on until his footing slipped, causing both he and the fridge to come tumbling down. He winced as a large shard of glass cut his face, but the real pain was when the block of steel and plastic landed on top of him.

"DICK!" Roy Grunted eyes narrowing in on the unscathed child happily drinking his chocolate milk on the counter,

"Oops"

4. A fridge and possibly a new ward...

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