AN: Remember you asked for this :p

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 :(

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- SoulReaperOfTheInnocent

Last Time:

"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...

"Yeah Oops, Now hurry up and help me already!" Roy commanded,

"Hmm," Dick seemed to consider his orders "What's the magic word?"

"ABRA-FRIGGIN-DABRA, now get me OUT!"

"Nope" Dick said popping the P "That's not the magic word silly!" Roy took as deep a breath as he could with 300 pounds of fridge pushing painfully against his ribcage,

"Fine," he said trying to give Dick a half-hearted smile which turned out more like a grimace, "Please help me"

"Pretty please with a giant cookie on top?" Dick asked now rocking back and forth on top of the counter,

Roy sighed, just a few more hours, "Pretty please with a cookie on top"

"Ah, but is it a giant cookie, like a really big one like a totallyhugecookiewithrainbowsprinklesandchocchipsan-"

"Yes all of that now would you hurry up and help me!" Roy pleaded,

"Okay" Dick jumped off the counter, slipping slightly on the rice still all over the floor. Leaning down Dick hooked his hands under Roy's shoulders and pulled,

"NO DICK WA-", cried Roy, too late as the weight previously crushing his chest landed with a thump on his pelvis, the hard steel frame now resting on his hips. Roy fought the urge to scream as tears prickled in his eyes, he slowly dragged his legs out from underneath the fridge before curling into the foetal position and laying there, cheek dripping blood, rice in his hair with what he hoped was just guacamole staining his favourite red shirt, and then,

"Roy?" Dick said nudging the prone form with his foot "Roooyyyy!?" but once again the red headed teen remained silent, "RoyroyroyroyroyroyroyroyRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-"

"Yes, DICK!" Roy said emphasising his name for a different reason,

"I'm still hungry" Dick moaned, dramatically holding his stomach mimicking pain,

"Well, why don't you take your chocolate milk and your stupid cookies into the living room and stay out of my way while I clean up the kitchen" Roy suggested

"How dare you! My cookies are not stupid; they're the most delicious and scrumptious and tasty an-"Roy decided to tune out the kids rant about cookies and carefully unfolded himself using the counter to pull himself up. He grabbed the cookies out of Dick's hands

"Dick, fetch!" he said throwing the cookies out of the room,

"COOKIES NOOOOOOOOOOOO" Dick screamed running after the sugary goods while still drinking his chocolate milk. Roy leaned back against the marble surface, note to self: never give dick chocolate milk. Deciding to start to clean up Roy looked around at what needed to be done, first the fridge, it was then the broken machinery gave sudden spark from the tangle of exposed wires. Okay, maybe not, standing up straight Roy stretched his arms up, wincing when the movement caused his ribs to flare in pain. Gingerly, Roy lifted up his shirt to reveal a wide spectrum of colours painting his ribs, Perfect; he rubbed his hand across his face, only to receive a jolt of pain from the cut there too. Sighing he walked over to the hoover and begun to suck up the rice, it's gonna be a long day...

Ten minutes later and Roy had only managed to suck up about a third of the rice,

*PLINK*

Roy looked down and realised he'd made it to the spot where Dick had dropped the original glass jar,

*PLINK*

Went the shards of glass, as they were sucked up the plastic tubing into the belly of the cleaner,

*PLINK*

*PLINK*

*CRASH*

"DICK!" shouted Roy, leaving the machine sucking up the glass to go investigate the probably broken source of the noise. In hindsight, Roy was sure he smelt the destruction before he saw it, the distinct smell of burning pine with a hint of goose. Hm- What the…

"DICK! What the hell HAPPENED?" Roy exclaimed taking in the total annihilation of the room, it was as if someone had set off a bomb, no, a nuclear missile, in Bruce Wayne's living room. The neatly lined shelves of books had been emptied, their contents either splayed haphazardly on the floor, or fuelling the flames in the fireplace underneath the 72" Television; which had an X-Box controller sticking out of the middle as if someone had Frisbeed it at the screen. Roy was pretty sure he could see the charred remains of Dicks console also in the fireplace, along with a handful of, what he guessed, was goose feathers the rest of which were currently speckling the once black carpet with white and grey. Not to mention the vases and antique pieces that previously adorned the mantel, now laying broken scattered around the room in some sort of crudely made circle.

"Who dares enter the magical world of LIVEN ROAM!?" An annoyingly familiar voice bellowed from above, Roy looked up at the small child currently swinging from the chandelier, I don't even want to know how he got up there, but I need a way to get him down.

"Richard Grayson you get down from that chandelier RIGHT NOW!" Roy shouted back,

"NEEEEEEEVVVVVVAAAAAARRRR!" was Dicks answer, well that didn't work, maybe a bribe.

"I have cookies" Roy called, there was a brief silence

"Show me the goods" Dick replied warily inching forwards, damn,

"I... uh"

"I knew it! You're one of them, the ODDULTS; they've sent you to kill me haven't they!" He yelled "Well I won't let you", there is something seriously messed up about this kid. Dick jumped back to his old position causing the light to sway more predominately and Roy could hear the cord begin to groan under the strain,

"C'mon Dick just come down and we can go make spaz-bowl"

"It's Spag-Bol, and I know you're just trying to get me to come down so you can kill me" Dick declared, Roy growled in frustration, Think Roy; if he won't come down willingly then make him.

"Fine Dick, you want me to be the bad guy, I'll be the bad guy"

"I knew you were evil" Dick announced "No one can fool the amazing and extremely intelligent NIBOR! Muhahah-"There was a high pitched ping as one of the thick cables holding up the crystal lighting snapped, unbalancing the nine year-old. "Whoa –"

*BANG*

A loud explosion from the direction of the kitchen echoed through the halls distracting Dick long enough that he fell from his perch onto the couch.

"-Ooof"

Roy glanced up from his position on the ground until he made eye contact with Dick at which point he spat the feathers, definitely goose, out of his mouth and slowly pushed himself upright, ignoring the new burning sensation in his chest. "You-" Roy growled, eyes narrowing in on the 'innocent' looking child, "I am so gon-"

*SNAP*

"Sh-" Roy found himself once again launching across the room at Dick, before practically rugby tackling the boy and consequently overturning the sofa, at first nothing happened, then

*SMASH*

It was raining; beautiful but deadly slithers of glass and crystal flew through the air embedding into the walls and the bottom of the sofa currently shielding the boys. For a moment time seemed to slow down and Roy watched as the light from the fireplace was refracted by the shards, making the flames come to life and dance across the walls in some strange sort of light-show. Unfortunately it was all over too soon and as the dust settled Roy surveyed the damage, Yep, he thought, definitely a nuke.

I hope Ollie has his cheque book on him…

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