Title: Who Am I?
Author: ferretgirl-1124
Pairing(s): Multiple - SpeedyxCheshire, RobinxKitten, RavenxMalchior, BBxTerra, CyborgxJinx, StarfirexRed X, eventual RavenxAqualad, BumblebeexSpeedy, RobinxRae, See-morexJinx, KidFlashxJinx, RavenxBB, RobinxStarfire, SpeedyxAqualad, CyborgxBumblebee, BlackfirexRed X, ArgentxHot Spot
Genre: Angst, Humor, Romance, Drama
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash, violence, dark themes, profanity, sex, homophobia, mentions of gangs, mentions of abuse (emotional, physical, mental), mentions of drugs
Disclaimer: Once they realized just how much I would abuse these guys, DC restricted all access to them; lucky for me they forgot to change their locks. In conclusion, I do not own, I just routinely kidnap and poke with sticks.
Word Count: 1,583
Summary: Think repression, think suppression, think oppression; remember, you're in High School.
A/N: Same old, same old. Rewriting, posting, waiting for the screams of dismay…which have been lacking. That made me feel better. Thank you everyone for your kind words and encouragement! Hope I don't disappoint you.
"Oh Roooooooobbie-poo!" A high-pitched screech echoed through the school halls at a decibel level that only teenage girls and dying cats can hope to achieve. It was only the second Friday of the school year, and Richard was already exhausted; he couldn't wait for school to end so that he could get home and rest for a few minutes before starting on his science project, and Kitten managed to ruin his last shred of optimism.
Gritting his teeth, the dark haired boy turned, aiming a flat stare towards her, hoping to get across just how uninterested he was. "Yes Kitten?"
Unfortunately, it didn't work. With a psychotic sounding giggle, she launched herself at him, batting her eyes incessantly. "Robbie-poo! Do you know what happens next Friday?"
"No. And stop calling me Robbie-poo! I'm not Robert, I'm Richard, so that doesn't even make sense!" He pulled the leech of a girl away from himself and sighed, "Look, Kitten, I'm tired, and I have to get to calculus. Can't you tell me later?"
The blonde pouted and spun away, crossing her arms over her chest. "Robbie-poo, you're so mean!"
His eye twitched, and he slapped his palm against his face to hide it. "Fine. What?"
"Nooo! I'm not going to tell you now!" She paused, then glanced over her shoulder and smiled sweetly, clasping her hands in front of her, "Unless you prove that you realllly want it."
At this rate he would end up with a permanent eye tic, and he knew it. Still, it was easier to play her games then it was to deal with her anger, so he sighed, moved his hand, and forced a smile. "I realllly want to know."
"Mean it?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Just tell me!"
She looked at him silently for a few moments before spinning and grinning up at him. "Okay! Since you asked so nicely…" She linked her arm with his, leading him down the hall, "I'm throwing a party…you have to be there. Daddy says he would love to see you!"
Richard barely controlled the urge to snort. Of course Cameron van Cleer wanted to see him; he never passed up an opportunity to pumped him for his adopted father's business secrets. The boy would never tell him anything though. Van Cleer was one of the biggest crooks in the city and everyone knew it, and Richard had no intention of selling out anyone, let alone the man who had taken him in and taken care of him.
With an exhausted sigh he loosened her grip on his arm and forced another smile. "I'll be there, don't worry." Kitten squealed and hugged him, then skipped off, leaving him alone with his disgust at the situation in general.
"So sick of Robbie-poo…M'not even a Richard, I'm a Dick…"
Roy, walking by at the moment, snickered and slapped him on the back. "That you are, man, that you are."
To say that Rachel was annoyed would have been an understatement. Her lab partner (a practice which caused not just forced social interaction, but forced social interaction with an underclassmen) had been talking to a moth and giggling for the past ten minutes.
Yes, a moth. And from what she could tell, the thing was licking his hand. Of all the lab partners to get stuck with, why did she have to get the one that appeared to secrete moth aphrodisiac from his palms?
She sighed and turned to her notebook, doodling in it and listening with one ear as he continued to coo at his new little friend. A sudden scream brought her back from her daydreams and she turned to see the blonde boy screech and paw at his eye, falling backwards off his stool in the process.
Torn between laughter and worry, she leaned over, one eyebrow arched slightly. "Garfield? Why are you screaming?"
"He attacked me!"
She was momentarily distracted by the fact that he had labeled the moth that had been molesting as a boy, before returning to the matter at hand. "…How, exactly?"
The boy scrambled to his feet, glaring around the room, obviously searching for the winged backstabber, "I was looking at him, and he suddenly took off and flew at my eye! He got a taste of human and wanted more!"
"Yes, I can see how that would drive him to attack you." Her dry reply was quiet, as she was content to let the rest of their 1st period class gape at him. "You know, maybe he was doing you a favor. Thought your sweater had decided to revolt and attack you, or something."
Her comment had dripped with sarcasm, but the cheerful boy either didn't notice or didn't care. He brightened immediately and posed, grinning. "Or maybe he was trying to give me super powers! This time tomorrow I'll be the great moth man!"
"Oh, wonderful. Your superpower will be sprinkling your enemies with wing dust, and your only enemy will be light. Sounds like a really successful career." She smirked slightly as he glared at her and collapsed back onto his stool, bottom lip sticking out in a melodramatic pout.
Their teacher, who had been watching with amusement from his desk, now spoke up. "That could be a good report, guys." He said with a small grin, "The chemicals that can cause strange reactions from bug bites…"
The partners glanced at each other, and then shrugged. It was better then anything they had come up with and having a topic would mean even less contact would be necessary. The boy grinned again, and looked at their teacher. "Yeah, that sounds cool. Thanks Mr. Parker!"
The impossible had happened; Roy had been struck speechless. This miracle had occurred less then a minute ago, when a certain bedraggled school idol bolted into the boys bathroom and slammed the door behind him, leaning back against it with a mutter and a twitch. The other boy was dark haired, dark eyed, the focus of lust for a good 99 of the school's girls (the other 1 being either lesbians or uninterested in pretty boys), and reportedly gayer then springtime.
Being trapped in that particular room with the Garth Curry probably wouldn't help dispel the rumors of his supposed interest in the unfair sex, so the redhead finished fixing his hair and turned to bolt. Unfortunately, the person he was attempting to escape from was blocking the only exit. "Uh…Garth, right? Yeah…think you could move? I have to get to class."
His only response was a blank stare. He tried to force himself past the other boy, but unfortunately that seemed to break him out of his daze, and he clutched at Roy's sleeve, eyes wide. "I remember you! You're Roy Harper. We had English together last year."
Nodding agreeably, the redhead attempted to free himself from Garth's clutches, noting with some irritation that he had the tenacious traits of a leech. "Yeah. Speaking of English, I real-"
"You have to help me!" Garth cut him off and yanked him close, keeping one nervous eye on the door. "Just help with this one thing, and I'll never bother you again, I promise!"
"Woah, woah, woah! Personal space, buddy! And I don't have time to help you. The second bell," A piercing squeal echoed around the small room, and Roy gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed, "- just rang. Great. Thanks a lot."
None of this seemed to be getting through to the boy clutching at his arm, a boy that, thanks to the swim team, was a lot stronger then he appeared and almost impossible to escape from. "They're still out there! Some of them have second lunch! Just do it one time, that'll be enough to get them to leave me alone!"
"Wait, do what now? And who? What the hell…?" As he tried to sort through this strange babble, Garth dragged him through the door. He heard a few squeals, caught a momentary glimpse of small horde of females, and felt lips slam against his passionately as a distinctly male scent washed over him. All of this occurred in the course of a few seconds, and for short period of time he was too overwhelmed to realize what was going on.
And then it hit him.
Garth Curry, the Garth Curry, the boy with more fan girls and stalkers then any other boy in school, including him, was kissing him. In the middle of the hallway. At lunch. And what the hell was his hand doing?
With a stifled groan that the onlookers took as an attempt to encourage Garth, Roy began steeling himself for the worst school year ever.
By the end of the day, the school was abuzz with rumors. A pink haired punk and her gang were suspects in the theft of a school laptop (for once, it actually wasn't their fault; the teacher has simply misplaced the laptop); a blonde sophomore had supposedly attempted to jump from the roof while screaming something about moths (really, he had just jumped from a lunch table screaming for evil doers to fear his dust of justice, but that was just too strange for the rumor mill to process); the leader of the martial arts club was being abused by her boyfriend (she was, but it was emotional, and no one thought to blame her club for the bruise on her cheek); and that the two prettiest boys in school were gay for each other. It had been a busy day.
A/N: And thus ends chapter two. Sorry it's so short. For those of you worried that the Speedy/Aqualad relationship might be moving too fast, don't worry. This will cause many chapters of angst and drama that will have to be resolved before they move forward.
…And the moth thing actually happened to me. I get inspiration in the strangest places.
There is a joke in the second part, but you have to look for it. It's the Waldo of jokes. Have fun.