AN: Happy New Year! This was going to be split into two chapters, Oh well.

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...

"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."

An hour, three pizzas, two desserts and one bottle of pop later and Dick was barely coming down from his sugar high. After literally bouncing off the walls, swinging off the lights and throwing up a few times, he seemed to be running out of steam. This was when Roy suggested watching a movie, to pass the last couple of hours they had, before Bruce and Oliver should be back. So, finally, half way into home alone, Dick had stopped fidgeting and was currently drooling against the elders shoulder. Even Roy was beginning to drift off, the warmth from the crackling fireplace complemented the unique scent of leftover pizza quite nicely, plus you could barely smell the vomit anymore. The movie provided background noise and Roy had to give props to Bruce or whoever his interior designer was because damn, this is one comfy couch.It wasn't long before his eyes were closing and he was lulled deeper into his subconscious; then the power went out.

Roy tensed and fought the instinct to jump up, not wanting to disturb Dick, and instead carefully laid the sleeping boy across the sofa. Once Dick was settled again, Roy made his way across the living room (The non-destroyed one), to his bag. Reaching inside, he pulled out three plain-headed arrows, a full length and two miniature ones. Tucking one of the smaller arrows down the side of his shoe, while the other went up his left sleeve, he kept his final arrow in his right hand ready for use. He may be overreacting, it could be something as simple as a blown fuse or...

Stealthily, Roy crept out the room, shutting the door behind him. If there were intruders, he didn't want to alert them of Dicks position. Now submerged in the black of night, he made his way down the hallway towards the kitchen, where he had spotted the fuse box earlier. So far, the only thing Roy could hear was the blood pounding in his ears. Turning down the next hallway, he opened the first door he came to and slipped inside, keeping it cracked open so he could peer into the darkness. It wasn't long before Roys newly acquired shadow made an appearance, he waited until the figure was right outside his hiding spot before he struck. Within seconds, Roy had his arms around his stalkers throat, his extremely short stalker, the dangerously sharp arrow head, resting over his carotid artery. He pulled them both back into the previous room, silently closing the door. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated the pair enough for Roy to make out a familiar mop of scruffy black hair. That and the fact his hand was currently being licked, all pointed Roy in the direction that his prisoner was,

"Dick?! What the hell?" Roy said lowering his voice and loosening his grip,

"I woke up and you were gone, so I came looking for you, Why? What's going on?" Dick whispered back,

"Power went out; probably just a blown fuse" Roy assured the nine year old,

"No way, Bruce has a back up the only way the power would go out is if- " Dick stopped suddenly,

"What?"

"If someone cut the main line" Dick answered.

Outside Wayne manor

"Haha, I cut off their main power supply!"

Back inside

"Okay, Okay, you wait here, I'll get the duck tape" Dick suggested moving towards the door,

"No way kid, you are not leaving my sight." Roy stated firmly,

"Fine." There was a breif moment of silence, "We can get the duck tape togther."

"We are not getting any duck tape! Now will you shut up, I'm trying to come up with a plan."

"Humpf... I still think we should get the duck tape." Dick muttered,

"Will you please-"

*CREAK*

Roy was cut off as something moved nearby; outside the room they were hiding in. He stepped back into the shadows followed hastily by Dick, accidentally knocking a vase off its pedestal. Luckily, they were saved by Roys quick reflexes, however, when both boys trod on the same creaky floorboard, there was really no hope. The groaning wood echoed loudly through the dark halls of the manor, like a badly looped sound effect.

The door opposite was swung open and the glare of a flashlight soon blinded them. Roy rolled to the side and further towards the intruder in order to take him down, but for a common thug, he sure knew how to fight. Eventually Roy landed a headshot which knocked the guy out and spun around looking for Dick. Said child, was currently playing with some sort of panel, with an array of wires sticking out. Roy was about to speak when more heavy footfalls could be heard rushing in their direction. He picked up his arrow from where he had dropped it, during the first fight, and crouched next to the doorway, ready and waiting. As soon as the first gunman entered the room, Roy implanted the arrow in their thigh, one down three to go. As the other three began to circle him, Roy yanked the, now bloodied, arrow from the downed man.

"Who's next?" He taunted, eager to keep their attention on himself, and not on Dick. All three quickly jumped in on the fight, one man latching on to Roys back, putting him into a head lock. The other two were busy with his flailing legs, while Roy focused on escaping the choke hold, depriving his body of its much needed oxygen.

Suddenly the lights switched on, stunning his attackers and the pressure around Roys neck lessened slightly. Taking the distraction for granted, Roy swiftly unhooked the arm around his throat with an upwards stroke before latching on to it and twisting. There was a pop as the mans shoulder dislocated and a cry of pain, cut short, as Roy slammed the guys head into a wall. There was a familiar click of a gun being cocked, causing Roy to freeze. A glance behind him showed a large, probably Russian or German: mid-thirties, brown hair and green eyes, holding a gun to Dicks head.

"Leave the kid alone." Roy growled, glaring at the boys captor.

"Was kannst du macht?" The German asked, smiling.

"This" Roy said and with a flick of his wrist, launched the miniature projectile at the man, unarming him. There was a blur of movement to his right, but too late did Roy react, as a vase connected with his skull. He instantly dropped unconscious, and the last attacker didn't hesitate to use him as blackmail for Dicks cooperation.

When Roy next woke, it was to the sound of dripping water and a migraine from hell. It turned out that the water, was actually his blood, still, slowly leaking from his head. There was rope binding his hands behind his back, chaining him to a steel rod in the corner of the room. He immediately assessed his situation and it wasn't looking good. He didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but the most worrying thing, was that Dick wasn't with him. Roy quickly got to work on the ropes, using the arrow hidden in his shoe, he eventually sawed his way to freedom. Cautiously, he left his prison, heading towards the voices coming from down the corridor.

"- the money! I just want REVENGE!" Someone shouted,

"Calm down Victor, as soon as we got the dough, you can do whatcha want with Waynes little brat" Another man spoke his voice deep and husky.

Well that doesn't sound good.

" I AM TIRED OF WAITING!" 'Victor' exclaimed, there was sounds of a scuffle and footsteps getting closer. Roy took off, as quietly as possible, to the other room at the end of the hall. He entered to find half the room cluttered with stacks of boxes and the other bare, apart from a small nine year old boy, tied to a pole, in a similar fashion to how Roy was earlier. Roy let out a sigh of relief, when the worst of the kids injuries were a few bruises and scrapes.

"It's good to see you squirt" Roy smiled,

"If only the same could be said about you" Dick joked, "This never would have happened if you'd let me get the duck tape."

"Do you want my help or not?" Roy asked impatiently,

"Nah, I've got it handled." Dick replied,

"Yeah, it looks like you're doing a great job" Roy retorted, walking towards the younger boy. There was a loud noise as the door began to open, and Roy instantly dived for cover behind a stack of boxes. In walked a tall man with a bat in one hand and a 9mm in the other; he was wearing a worn suit and a pair of old leather dress shoes. Roy could tell whoever the guy was now, he used to be a businessman.

"Now kid you've got a choice: I can either shoot you in a variety of places, leaving you to bleed out, or I can beat you to death. Both ways you end up dead and I get my revenge on Wayne." The voice who Roy recognised as Victor spoke,

"Or- and this is a good idea, you could let me go now and Bruce might just let you live," Dick said confidently,

"Funny kid, I'm sure you're parents would be proud, you know, if they weren't dead." Victor spat back, Dick visibly tensed at this, his parents death definitely wasn't the best topic to bring up.

"I don't need a reminder about the people I've lost, but maybe you do," Dicks eye's were cold and hard, as glared at the man before him, " It was your wife wasn't it, she was beautiful and perfect, but god knows you didn't deserve her. So did you. She was the best thing that ever happened to you, even with all the money in the world, nothing could make you as happy, as you were with her. She loved you, or at least you thought she did, 'till death or in her case, until you lost your job. Then everything went downhill, you couldn't pay for her expensive lifestyle, no matter how much dirty business you did. So she left you, or at least that's what you told the police, when they came looking for her a few days later. How did it feel as you pulled the trigger? Did you feel powerful? Did you enjoy watching as the life drained from her eye's, as her blood did from her body?"

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING! " Victor shouted as his face turned red and a single tear floated down his cheek,

" I disagree; I think that her death eats you up inside, the only person that ever meant anything to you was now dead. Her blood on your hands and it still is. What were her last words? I can't imagine they were ones of love, what did she say, huh? Did she call you weak, useless, a burden; A coward. A coward hiding behind his gun, humiliated and desperate, you'd gone from having everything to nothing in a matter of weeks and look at yourself now. You're not a man, you're a child having a temper tantrum." Dick finshed angrily. All was silent for a moment, it was too quiet. Roy peeked out from his hiding spot to find Victor raising his pistol. The click from the gun signalled it was ready for use, but by then Roy was already moving across the room.

*BANG*

The gun went off, the bullet spiralling out of the barrel, as straight as the arrow currently knocking the weapon out of Victors hand. The world slowed down, as the bullet claimed its victim. Roy slumped to the ground, his momentum rolling him foward, until he hit the wall, lying still. Dick screamed in anger, finally managing to untie his bonds, began his assult in a haze of red. The room was nothing but a blur with only his fists and his Victors broken face in focus. Victors beating was almost therapeutic, as Dick continuously pummelled him. It was only when he heard his name, did Dick break out of his rage fueled attack and immediately returned to Roys side.

"I think you got him" Roy muttered giving Dick a tight smile,

"Shut up and don't move, helps on the way" Dick assured him. Roy didn't question the kid, he was pretty sure he blacked out at some point, and could feel his subconscious calling for him again.

"Just stay with me Roy." Dick whispered, putting pressure on his wound,

"Aww Dick I didn't know you cared" Roy joked, trying not to think about the pool of blood growing around him,

"Of course I care you idiot, you're my brother" Dick replied sincerely,

"So Bruce and Oli huh" Roy raised his eyebrows, hiding his pain behind humor.

" Firstly, Eeww that's gross. Secondly, you know that's not what I meant!" Dick replied,

"Yeah, I know kid" Roy muttered tiredly, his eyes closing slightly. More tears rolled silently down Dicks face,

"Why did you have to go and take that bullet; I could have handled it!" Dick cried,

"Because that's what big brothers do." Roy replied honestly. His words were followed by a coughing fit, leaving Roy breathless and gasping for air. His could taste blood in his mouth and from the look on Dicks face, he knew he didn't have long.

"Hey Roy, I'm gonna need to call in that favour you owe me, okay" Dick started, "I need you to stay with me, I need you to promise me, you're gonna be alright."

"Sorry squirt, but I'm pretty sure that's breaking our terms and conditions" Roy said,

"Don't say that," Dick said, worry dripping from his tone,

"Dick tell Oli- " Roy began,

"Roy, no. Everything is going to be alright."

"Tell him I said thanks ... for everything" Roy murmured, his eyes shutting for the last time.

"Roy?! ROY! No, Roy, no, please!" Dick whimpered. There was a commotion from above and Dick looked up to find Batman and Green Arrow running in.

"Roy" Oliver gasped, immediately checking for a pulse "he's still alive!"

"Arrow, get Roy and Dick out. I'll deal with the police and meet you at the hospital."

"- and you know the rest from there." Roy finshed telling the story of his babysitting adventure, leaving out and changing some of the less important details.

"So the kitchen and the main living room, that was the kidnappers, right?" Bruce asked suspiciously, Roy nodded.

"And the hoover in the duck pond!" Dick added 'helpfully', Roy gave him a look of death.

"Henry's ... dead? What have you done?!" Bruce exclaimed,

" I know Bruce, just let it sink in." Dick said, patting him on the back.

"Chill Bruce, I'll buy you a new hoover." Oliver smiled,

"Henry wasn't just a hoover, he was a friend! Oh god, Alfreds going to kill me. I'm doomed, this is your fault." Bruce said looking at Roy,

"Now Bruce, calm down." Oli said, trying to defuse the situation,

"I am calm." Bruce replied,

"Good, I mean you know how it is, boys will be boys."

THE END ( For Now)

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