Guys, I am so so so sorry that this took sooo long to come out! I got caught up doing stuff for school and things. I promise the next chapter will come out sooner though!

I really am anticipating more Young Justice! It's coming back in fall? D: To take a leaf from Robin's book, "September? What happened to March?"

As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated. ;) Especially if it's on grammar, hoo boy. D:

It was too bright.

Dick automatically moved his hand to block the light from his squinting eyes. He breathed in slowly.

He was lying in a bed. And judging by the blank walls of the room, the antique dresser tucked in the corner, and the bookshelf filled with classics such as The Great Gatsby and Fahrenheit 451, he was in one of the numerous guest rooms of Bruce's mansion.

His comforter slid down, revealing a bare chest as he sat up. A grumble escaped his lips as he noticed the bandages wrapped around his arm and stomach.

He put a hand to his cheek.

His mask was still on.

Strange.

Somewhat dazed and very much confused, Dick dragged himself out of bed to look for Alfred.

The bottom of his pajama pants billowed out each time he took a step. Dick enjoyed the gusts of cool wind that tickled his legs.

"Alfred? Alfred, where are you?" he called out.

"Master... Robin?" Alfred appeared to have been heading towards his direction. A silver tray was in his hands.

"What's going on? Why-?"

Alfred cleared his throat, which effectively silenced the teen. "Please allow me to serve you your lunch first," he smiled faintly, "I will answer any questions you have once we return to your room."

Dick bit his lip, but he walked back into the guest room. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched silently as Alfred propped up a table. There was no hint of sound as Alfred set the silver tray down.

Once Alfred placed silverware next to the plate, the butler stepped aside with his usual stoic expression. He stood poised, just like he normally did.

Except this wasn't normal.

"Alfred, what's going on? Why was I put in a guest room? Why is my mask on? Why did you call me 'Robin'?" Dick asked at a speed Kid Flash would've been proud of.

"Master Robin, the toxins have weakened your body. Please eat," Alfred said, gesturing at the food.

Dick looked at him suspiciously.

"Please," Alfred said softly.

Without breaking his gaze on the butler, Dick picked up his spoon and began eating his soup.

"To answer your questions, Master Robin, I have but one answer: Master Roy has stayed with us overnight."

Dick laid down his spoon. After a moment's silence, he exhaled slowly. "Really?" he asked.

"Of utmost certainty, sir."

Dick leaned forward while rubbing his temple with two fingers. "Why is he here?" he groaned.

"I believe he was worried about your well-being."

"Worried? I didn't think Roy was the type to worry about-"

A dull thunk outside interrupted his thoughts. Dick looked out the window near his bed to see Roy shooting targets. One of the hanging targets was swinging slightly from the arrow lodged in the bullseye.

"He's in his civvies," Dick commented.

"I can hardly imagine wearing a crime-fighting suit to bed would be comfortable, sir," Alfred said, amused.

"Oh, ha ha, Alfie."

"Alfie?"

"... Alfred."

Soon after Dick finished eating his meal, the raven-hair put on a jacket and headed outside. He rubbed his arm as he approached Roy.

"You're awake," Roy said as he shot another arrow.

"Yeah... what happened last night?"

"Cheshire got away."

"I've heard. I want to ask you what we're still doing in Wayne manor."

"You were injured, so the butler offered to treat your wounds. I couldn't contact Batman and there was no other place to take you, so..."

"So you stayed the night to make sure I was alright?"

"Yeah."

"You're a lot nicer than I thought," Dick smiled.

To his surprise, Roy didn't retort with a smart comment of any sort. He didn't even scowl or glare in response. Instead, he remained silent as he fiddled with the feather end of his arrow. Dick had never seen the redhead do such a thing before. Despite being interested in the possible nervous tick, he didn't point it out to Roy.

At the moment, leaving Wayne Manor was much more important.

"Anyways, since I'm good and well, how 'bout we high-tail it out of here?" Dick smiled.

"Alright," Roy said as he shot one final arrow. It barely hit the edge of his target. That was strange, considering that all the previous arrows had struck the bullseyes of their targets.

They were both in costume within minutes. Dick waved goodbye to Alfred while Roy gave a curt nod. As the butler straightened up from his bow, Dick saw the faint tug in the corners of Alfred's lips.

Luckily, Roy hadn't seen the smile. Nor had he seemed to notice the pinkish-red color that had flooded the boy wonder's cheeks.

Dick knew what that smile meant: Alfred knew who Dick was currently interested in. Of course he knew, he was Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth, the Batman of Batman himself. He'd probably been analyzing Roy's height, well-structured body, and voice the minute he noticed the redhead's presence. Just by looking at Roy's physical characteristics, Alfred most likely guessed Roy's age and tied it back to the conversation he and Dick had the day before.

Resisting the urge to place a hand on his forehead in embarrassment, Dick hopped onto Roy's motorcycle seconds after Roy settled himself on the seat. He tentatively laid his cheek onto Roy's back, breathing in deeply to relax himself.

The archer smelled nice.

Dick closed his eyes as he took in another deep breath. There was a faint trace of cologne mixed with a nice scent that smelled like freshly cut wood. Roy smelled like the outdoors.

Dick almost snorted. He'd just imagined Roy dressed in his Speedy outfit, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, rescuing damsels in distress, and saving the day. Like Robin Hood.

To prevent the snicker from escaping his lips, Dick buried his face into Roy's back. He tensed slightly when Roy yelled over the cars surrounding them to ask, "You alright?"

" 'M sleepy," Dick regained his composure and replied casually.

Roy didn't say anything in response, choosing to only lean forward slightly as he sped up his vehicle. Dick moved along with Roy, intent on using the redhead's back as his pillow.

Once they reached a spot far enough from Wayne Manor, Dick prodded his finger into Roy's ribs. He motioned his head towards a secluded alley and Roy looked back with a glare. The alley wasn't the most ideal spot for parting, but it'd have to do.

"Well," Dick said as he jumped off the motorcycle, placing one hand on Roy's shoulder while aiming his grapple gun with the other, "I guess I'll see you later... Roy."

Roy jerked his arm away, the whites of his mask wide. No one other than Green Arrow called him by his real name.

"... Sorry. I shouldn't have..." Dick chuckled bitterly.

Not desiring to hear what Roy had to say, Dick shot his line and swung away. He glanced over his shoulder as Roy tugged on his helmet and sped off.

Dick flung his body across the air when he hit the end of his rope. He forced himself to only think of soaring against the wind as he pulled off numerous acrobatic moves. Focusing so intently on just moving always helped to clear his mind. He tended to overexert himself physically whenever he was stressed, as he would forget to rest every once in a while.

By the time he reached the premises of Wayne Manor, he was panting from his non-stop swinging.

He trudged into the Batcave, sighing as he unfastened his cape and tossed it onto a table. The chair in front of the master computer squeaked as he collapsed onto it. Even as the sound of Alfred's footsteps came nearer, Dick made no effort to straighten up from his slumped position.

"It's just you and me again, Alfred," Dick mumbled.

"Indeed, sir," Alfred replied.

"I want to know," Dick spun around in the chair, "what happened last night- after I passed out."

"... Shortly after the police arrived, Master Roy approached me with you in his arms."

Dick bit his lip, but he didn't look away from Alfred's eyes.

"He asked me for assistance," Alfred continued on, "Though he had already administered CPR-"

Dick let out a muffled cough. He looked away upon seeing the concealed, yet noticeably, amused expression on the butler's face.

"Is there something wrong?" Alfred asked with what looked like a twinkle in his eyes.

"No," Dick snapped, and then with a guilty sigh," Sorry... I just... what happened afterwards?"

"Master Roy was reluctant, but he allowed me to examine your condition. I was able to neutralize the toxins within your bloodstream, though your body was still weak from the effects. Then I offered Master Roy a room to stay in for the night, and he accepted. I imagine he wanted to make sure you were safe."

"You tease me too much, Alfred."

"He was quite insistent on staying by your side, Master Dick. Had I not given him a room, he would have remained sitting by your bedside. It took every skill of persuasion I had to convince him to leave your room."

The blush that had formed when Alfred first began describing Roy's actions was now threatening to cover his ears. "That's, uh, all that... happened?" Dick asked.

"Yes," Alfred answered promptly.

"Okay... okay then."

Dick stood from his chair and walked up the stairs to leave the cave; Alfred dutifully followed.

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