AN: Just a quickie :)

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:

Unfortunately, it was all over too soon and as the dust settled Roy surveyed the damage, Yep, he thought, definitely a nuke.

I hope Olli has his cheque book on him…

"That was" Dick began, "AWESOME!" Roy smiled at boy sitting in front of him,

"Still think I'm going to kill you" Roy joked,

"Never, for now I know your true identity," Dick said jumping up "You are the legendary NAMTAB, my loyal guardian and protector, rise nobleman" Dick waited for Roy to stand up before climbing onto the elders shoulders,

"To the kitchen!"

Previously in the kitchen:

*CRASH*

"DICK!" shouted Roy, leaving the machine sucking up the glass to go investigate the probably broken source of the noise.

*PLINK*

Another piece of glass was slowly sucked up by the hoover, causing the hose to tilt slightly from its propped up position.

*PLINK*

*PLINK*

The glass was being sucked up faster now, jolting the hose until it tipped over all the way, allowing the shards to be inhaled quicker by the machine.

*PLINK*

*PLINK*

*PLI- Schrrrwwwp*

There was the sound of paper ripping, followed by a series of clunks, as a particularly sharp fragment pierced the filter and bag before jamming into the exhaust fan. The hoover let out a whirring sound warning whoever was nearby, currently no one, that something was wrong, however continued to pull in bits of glass. A minute later and the whirring was replaced by a low pitched whine, as a large portion of the jar still partly intact blocked the mouth of the cleaner. Steadily, the temperature inside the machine kept rising; unable to use the exhaust fan to cool down, the hoover began to overheat until,

*BANG*

Present:

"To the kitchen!"

Roy considered dropping the little twerp and telling him to stay put, one more glance at the state of the room and he changed his mind. He quickly made his way across the ruins of the living room, mindful of the glass and… was that? Roy laughed out loud when he spotted Dicks old half eaten cookie under the remains of an expensive vase, If that was the only thing I got in trouble for today I'd be lucky. Roy's laughter was soon joined by Dicks insane cackling,

"Muhahahahaha" there was a pause "What are we laughing at?" Dick asked unsure, Roy just sighed and continued his trek towards the kitchen. "Do you know what this road trip needs?" Disk said playing with Roy's hair, not bothering to correct him Roy replied,

"What?"

"Music" Dick sang,

"I don't think so squirt" but it was too late,

"I know a song that gets on your nerves, get on your nerves, yes, get on your nerves. I know a song that gets on your nerves, and this is how it goes…" After the fourth verse Roy lost his patience and resorted to gagging Dick.

"Mmmf, NAM-Grr, I wi- Fffph" was all Dick managed to say through the thick fabric in his mouth, so instead of talking he began to play the drums, using Roy's head. Six more hours, you can do this, probably… I mean how much worse can it get…

Finally, the duo made it to the kitchen and once again the familiar smell of smoke and fried plastic filled his nose, that can't be good. Number 122? Roy had lost count the amount of stuff Oliver now owed Bruce, well whatever it was a new hoover needed to be added to the list. The weight on Roy's shoulders was lifted as Dick launched himself off Roy towards the smouldering lump of plastic,

"N-No, God please NOOOOO" Dick cried out, when he had gotten his gag off Roy didn't know and at that moment didn't care,

"Dick what's wrong?" questioned Roy worriedly,

"H-henry, he's DEAD!" Dick screamed, Oh, now I get it… Roy sighed; he had actually been scared there was something seriously wrong. "Henry" Dick sniffled "You were the best hoover a boy could ask for, I will always remember you my friend." As if to respond the machine started to sputter and more flames protruded from the deformed and charred remains of the hoover.

"Dick," Roy cautioned "Step away from the hoover"

"Henry would never hurt me" Dick protested as he pulled away from Roy,

"Look Nibor, Henry's gone, there's nothing more you can do for him" Roy said calmly,

"Of course you're right Namtab, A real warrior does not cry over the lost, but continues onwards STRONGER!" Dick exclaimed,

"Sure, whatever kid" Roy mumbled more concerned about the humming coming from the supposedly dead machine, he quickly disconnected the electrical cord but it did nothing to stop the strange noises, in fact they just became louder and faster.

"ITS GONNA BLOW!" Roy shouted, in an instant he was kicking open the double doors leading out into the garden, no doubt breaking the lock at the same time, and hauling the hoover outside. His eyes focused on a duck pond a couple metres away, and with the grace of a pig he threw the burning cleaner,

*SPLASH*

The ducks in the pond were quick to fly away and Roy crouched down, covering his face from the blast and then…

Nothing

Just a single bubble waiting on the surface for a while before,

*pop*

Well that was anticlimactic. From inside the kitchen there was the sound of metal on metal,

*CRASH*

"Oops!"

Roy simply lowered himself to the ground, tucked his knees to his chest, and sighed, this kid's gonna be the death of me…

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