AN: Sorry for the late update had some serious tech issues :)

This is 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

"Sir Namtab," Dick called from the kitchen "I do believe I require your assistance"

"Coming Di-Nibor" Roy said 'correcting' himself with a roll of his eyes. When Roy entered the kitchen he wasn't even surprised to find the kid hanging from one of those rack of hooks you use to put pans on, "I don't want to know what you were possibly doing to end up like this, at least that way I can deny responsibility"

"I was -"

"Lalalalala, I can't hear you!" Roy said with his hands over his ears,

"NAMTAB I DEMAND YOU HELP ME AT ONCE!" Dick cried out,

"Yeah, yeah coming Dick," Roy moving to help the boy out, when an idea hit him, hmm payback, "What's the magic word?"

"What?" Dick asked confused,

"Nope" Roy said imitating Dick "That's not the magic word silly!"

"Oh," Dick narrowed his eyes in understanding "Oh…" Roy smiled in reply.

"Namtab, I demand you help me at once," Dick paused giving Roy an evil grin "Pretty please with agiantcookiewithsprinklesandchcoloatechipsandloadsofsugarandpancakesan-"Roy sighed, well that back fired, "andsunshineandrainbowsandhappiness"

"Okay, I get it I'll help your sorry butt down" he quickly pushed the kid off the racks,

"WA- Ooof"

"Oops" Roy laughed,

"You are lucky you're a knight of darkness, or I would have your head!" Dick sneered, but it was hard to take the kid seriously with lettuce stuck to his face,

"Whatever squirt, do you want lunch or not?" In an instant the scowling 9 year-old was running around the room screaming,

"FOOOOOOOOODDD!"

If the kid doesn't kill me, I may end up doing it myself…

Now the kitchen was semi-clean, with most of the rice and glass hastily swept into a pile and the pans put back (Roy decided there nothing that could be done for the fridge and put it out of its misery), both boys started on lunch.

"Lord Namtab, are you ready for the ultimate challenge!?" Dick exclaimed,

"Oh joy, I can't wait!" Roy said sarcastically, accepting his answer Dick continued,

"Your first test is to slay a cow" Dick announced, "So that we may use its innards for our dish"

"I'm not killing a cow" Roy stated simply,

"But you must, in the name of NIBOR!"

"No"

"But-"

"No"

"Well I-"

"NO" Roy shouted.

Seven minutes and thirty two seconds later, Roy had just managed to explain that, no matter how epic it may be, he could not, would not, kill a cow for his lunch and instead used the packet of beef mince in the fridge as a substitute.

"Technically it's cheating" Dick said, eyeing the meat product suspiciously, before turning around and began muttering to himself, "After consulting with myself I have decided to allow you to use the substitute, but at a cost…"

"What's your price?"

"A favour"

This was probably going to come back to bite him in the ass, but Roy had only had a small bowl of Fruit Loops this morning and was seriously thinking about licking the mysterious green substance on his shirt, "As long as it doesn't kill me"

"Deal" Dick smiled, oh I am soo going to regret this, Roy thought as he shook Dick's hand, his wet, sticky hand. Yep, already regretting it...

"Okay, Nibor, What now?" Roy asked,

"Now," there was a pause, "IT BURNS, Muhahahahaha!"

5 minutes later...

Once again Roy found himself throwing something into the duck pond out back. Everything had been going fine, it always does, Roy was easily browning the mince albeit slowly; In fact it was because of how slow it was cooking, that caused this whole problem (and a certain nut job with a hunger for cookies.) So logically Roy thought by adding more oil it would speed up the process, and that was going fine, until he went to put it away. There was a thud followed by a hiss as Roy dropped the oil, spilling it everywhere and setting the oven on fire. You may ask why he spilt the oil, one word;Rice. So after emptying a whole fire extinguisher, successfully dousing the flames, he opened the lid of the pan to see what was salvageable. Said contents when in contact with oxygen decided to erupt in flames too, and with nothing left in the extinguisher he did what any other sane person would do… and threw it in a duck pond.

Somewhere in the 200's? A new oven

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