AN: Woah, it has seriously been a while since I've updated. Oops sorry :)
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
Previously...
"Now," there was a pause, "IT BURNS, Muhahahahaha!"
5 minutes later...
Somewhere in the 200's? A new oven
Sighing heavily, Roy made his way back to the kitchen, or what was left of it. Sitting casually on the side, smeared with chocolate was Dick.
"So..." Roy started, taking in the chaos, " How about we order pizza?" Dicks eye's met Roy's, his face blank and expressionless, and then, as if a spark ignited in his brain,
"PIZZA PARTY!"
Roy shuddered and wondered if Bruce's neighbours could hear the child's screams, even from a hundred miles away. With that Dick jumped up and sprinted in the opposite direction of the living room.
"Hey squirt, wait up." Roy called out to the younger boy, but to no avail. After last time Roy really did not want to play hide and seek again, ever again. Finally cornering the kid, in what he assumed was Bruce's personal study, Roy entered the room only to find it empty. Confused, he slowly walked around the room looking for hiding spots: to his right was an unlit fireplace, above a portrait with the looming figures of Thomas and Martha Wayne; the furthest wall was made up of bookshelves, in front of which sat a, most likely million-dollar, grand piano. The only other furniture in the room was an armchair, a coffee table and a large desk covered in stacks of paper, with a computer and phone lost beneath the sea of white. Leaning over to inspect the documents, a certain black - haired squirt, silently stalked towards his victim.
"Whatcha doing?" Dick asked innocently, trying hard not to laugh, as Roy suddenly felt the need to change his pants.
"Where the heck have you been?" Roy questioned angry and embarrassed.
"The batcave" Dick answered grinning,
"Haha very funny kid, I don't even want to know"
"Why did you ask then?" Dick wondered, purposefully tilting his head to the side, which only made him look more like a crazed delinquent.
"Because... err, I did" Roy said dumbfounded,
"Why?" Dick replied,
"Why not?" Roy responded,
"Why not what?" Dick continued,
"Wait what?"
"Exactly" Dick smiled,
"Oo-kay then... So about pizza" Roy began but was cut off by Dick,
"Don't worry, its been sorted." Dick stated, Roy felt the urge to ask questions but held them back, he wasn't a curious cat and definitely was not planning on dying today, instead he just nodded.
"Hey Roy" Dick spoke, a suspicious glint in his eyes, "Wanna play a little game?"
"Erm I guess" Roy answered warily, slightly creeped out by the sudden calmness of the hyperactive child.
"It's a simple game, a classic really" Dick took a moment to examine the older teen before continuing, "Maybe you've heard of it, I wonder Roy, how familiar are you with a game called - follow the leader." With that said Dick did a cartwheel out of the study into the hallway, before turning around and looking at Roy expectedly. Deciding there was no harm in playing along, Roy followed Dick and did a cartwheel into the hall. The pair made their way through the manor this way, doing flips and tricks and actually managed not to break anything. So far Roy had just managed to keep up with Dicks acrobatic skills, however he was obviously falling behind.
"Woah, slow down squirt" Roy gasped out of breath,
" Slow down, SLOW DOWN! " Dick shouted, as if Roy had insulted him, " NIBOR SLOWS FOR NO ONE"
"Well, Nibor, Namtab needs a break, and you probably do too, that sugar ain't gonna last forever." Roy said as he slumped against the steps of the grand staircase. Dick ignored Roy and instead of going up normally, did a handstand and went up the stairs, upside down. Roy chuckled as he watched the kid make his way to the top, at which point Dick leapt onto the railings and began walking along them, as if they were a tight rope.
"Nibor, I am really not in the mood to clean your blood off the floor" Roy said, more out of humour than worry.
"Well then..." Dick smirked down at Roy, who was already standing up, "You best catch me." Knowing instantly Dicks intentions, Roy sprinted towards the fast falling figure. There was a thump and a groan, as Dick landed safely on Roy, literally. Sitting up, Roy pushed Dick off of his already bruised ribs.
"Are you CRAZY?" Roy shouted at the younger boy,
"Yes" this just infuriated Roy more.
"You could have died!" He exclaimed, but Dick didn't seem to be to bothered,
"Maybe, Maybe not" Dick carried on, looking bored.
"Maybe? Maybe?! Don't you EVER scare me like that again!" Roy ranted.
"Chill Namtab, I knew you'd save me" Dick said seriously, " I trust you- with my life"
Letting out a deep breath, Roy pulled Dick towards him and, in the most manly way possible, hugged him.
"Me too squirt" Roy whispered resting his head against Dicks, and he meant it, he didn't know why, but he did, that's all that matters.
The peacefull moment was ruined only seconds later, with a knock at the door. Dick quickly pushed Roy away and raced to the door, brushing off his hurt ego Roy got up and made his way after the boy.
At the door stood a overweight, white male, most likely late thirties dressed in a greasy uniform, and if that wasn't enough to guess who he was, the stack of pizzas in his hand definitely was. Dick began taking the pizzas off of the man and piled them next to the door, Roy counted as each was added coming to the grand total of,
"Ten pizzas Dick?!"
"Don't worry I bought more," was the nine year olds reply. Along with the ten pizzas there was:
Five large portions of curly fries;
Three different types of desserts;
Two bottles of pop
And a chicken selection bucket.
"That will be one hundred and sixty seven dollars fifty please," the stranger spoke with a husky voice, Dick quickly gave two hundred dollar notes over before hauling the food away.
"Say" the delivery man spoke, "I don't think I've seen you 'round these parts before, where's Mr Wayne at?"
Roy turned his attention towards the man and replied truthfully,
"He's busy, I'm just babysitting Richard." Roy didn't know what people called Dick in Gotham, so used his full first name.
"So just the two of you tonight?" The man asked,
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Roy questioned suspiciously,
"Me? Nothing, just curious."
"Right." Roy said, beginning to shut the door, when the stranger spoke again,
"You'd best be careful, Gotham's a dangerous place at night, and she don't take to kindly to outsiders." Feeling threatened, Roy slammed the door. Hearing Dick call for him Roy picked up the remaining bags and followed the sound of his voice.
Meanwhile outside of Wayne manor...
The grease covered man laughed as the door was slammed in his face, he was telling the truth when he said it meant nothing to him, but he did know someone who it would mean an awful lot to. Dialing the memorised number, he spoke to his contact on the other end, "Eddie it's Matt, yeah I know, but you're gonna wanna hear this" there was a brief pause, "Tell Victor I've got a way to make Bruce Wayne pay, and pay a fortune."
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