Went to the beach~! :D It was so much fun! I haven't gone all summer, it felt awesome to feel the cold waves. I overloaded on eating french fries though. I feel so fatty-fat fat. xD

Thanx for your reviews, everyone~! I really appreciate all of them, they make me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. -w-

Poison Ivy sucks. Harley Quinn sucks. Supervillains in general suck. The entirety of Gotham city sucks. Everything in the world sucks. No, just plain everything, including the world, sucks.

Okay, maybe Batman doesn't suck.

But everything else certainly did. This was the second time he got intoxicated with a foreign substance in two days. Bruce would not be happy.

"Go away," Dick grumbled with his face towards the ground. Roy had continued to follow Dick, who had been attempting to shake the archer off while feeling the effects of Ivy's pollen, until the latter gave up and waited for him on a random rooftop. Maybe if Dick explained the problem, then Roy would back off.

That had been the plan, but Dick was already having trouble with keeping Ivy's pollen from taking control. Knowing that Roy was coming to see him, he had felt much more elated than he usually would have. He had been experiencing complete euphoria. And he knew in normal conditions, he wouldn't have felt so damn happy.

Despite Dick's harsh tone, Roy hadn't moved from his spot. Dick bit his lip. He refused to look at Roy. He refused to look at that toned figure that had muscular arms and-

Dick groaned. He really hated Ivy right now.

"Go away," he said again.

"No. Not until you tell me what's wrong," Roy said, crossing his arms.

Dick looked up from his crouched position, and then regretted it almost instantly. His breathing became ragged and his face flushed as Roy walked closer to him. He swallowed, hoping to ease his dry throat. It did next to nothing.

"You're worried about me," Dick gasped out.

"Yeah..." Roy's eyebrows furrowed.

"Like that night with Cheshire."

"You-"

"Yes... or no?" Dick was standing up now. He licked his bottom lip.

"... Yes."

Thoughts raced through Dick's mind. While his feet urged him to move, to run towards Roy, his brain was flashing a red light. Dick clenched his fists painfully; if he went with his bodily instincts right now, then he definitely would regret it later. Definitely.

Maybe.

No, definitely.

Then again, he might actually not regret it at all. There was a chance that Roy could react in a completely different, positive way.

"Ugh," Dick was at his wit's end. He'd already decided that Roy only cared for him as a friend. Even though Alfred had blatantly implied that the archer reciprocated his feelings, Dick believed that he was only seen as a fellow team member. Yes, Roy was rather protective of him, but he was like that for anyone he considered a friend. Roy wasn't giving him any special treatment or anything.

Dick believed that, so why was his mind trying to convince him otherwise?

"Robin... Robin!" Roy's voice rose.

Dick ignored Roy's attempts to get him to talk. He was too busy putting all his effort into making sure he didn't jump the other boy. A task that would've been much easier to deal with if Roy had just listened to him and left him alone. Stupid!

His hands curled into fists. Panting, Dick took an offensive stance in one last attempt. "Don't come any... any closer. I'm warning- I'm... augh..." he'd bitten the corner of his lip to the point it was bleeding.

"Hey-" Roy placed a hand on Dick's shoulder.

Dick couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care about the consequences.

Before Roy could register what was happening, Dick tackled him in a hug with strength that Roy had not known he possessed. The force of the hug caused Roy to fall backwards. The archer grunted as he hit the ground.

"Ow... Robin-! What-" he lifted his head.

"God, I love the way you smell," Dick muttered, nuzzling Roy's neck. Then, with a wide smile, he kissed the underside of the archer's neck. He let out a breathy giggle at Roy's sharp gasp.

"Robin, wait..." Roy pushed weakly at Dick's shoulders.

"Hmm?" Dick sat up, straddling Roy, and placed the palms of his hands flat on Roy's chest, "you don't like it?"

"Um..."

As Roy hesitated, Dick leaned down and pressed his lips against the redhead's. After a few seconds, of which there was no response of any kind, Dick pulled back. He frowned, it wasn't fun if he was the only one doing the work.

"Hey," he licked his lips and sat back up, "why are you being so stiff? Don't tell me that was your first ki-"

Roy covered Dick's mouth hurriedly. His face was flushed and he seemed to be struggling with finding the right words to say. It was the first time Dick had seen Roy look so embarrassed, and he enjoyed it thoroughly.

When Dick moaned quietly, Roy gritted his teeth and sat up, wincing as the young teen on him merely slid down to sit directly on his crotch. "No, it wasn't," he growled, to no effect. Dick was still perched on him, tilting his head to the side innocently and running his hands up and down Roy's chest.

"Okay, then why are you being such a prude?" Dick asked, jaw shifting awkwardly due to the hand still clamped over his mouth.

Judging by the blank look Roy was giving him, he had no idea what Dick had just said.

Dick poked his tongue out and licked Roy's fingers. He giggled at the deeper shade of red Roy's face took. For some reason, it amused him greatly, and so he continued to lick in the crevices between each finger.

"Robin, stop," Roy said, his trembling hand betraying his stern voice.

"So you don't like it?"

Roy sighed and removed his hand. "What?"

"So you don't like it?" Dick practically purred.

"Not like this."

Dick yelped as Roy grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. Blinking furiously, the boy wonder looked up at the figure looming over him. Roy grabbed his wrists with one hand, wrenching his hands above his head, and pressed them against the ground. Dick sighed, mind still feeling hazy, "Oh, I see."

"What's going on?" Roy demanded.

"What'cha talking about, Royyyy?"

Roy paused, his grip on Dick's wrists tightening at the other boy whining his name. "You... you're not," he mumbled finally, "You're not acting like yourself. You're acting more... amorous and vulnerable..."

"What, so you do want me to take charge?" Dick smiled slyly and wrapped his legs around Roy's waist. Taking advantage of Roy's shock, Dick slipped out of his grip and hooked his arms around the redhead's neck. He scratched lightly at the nape of Roy's neck, laughing softly at the expression on Roy's face.

He quirked an eyebrow at the sudden stoic expression the other boy took.

He gave a delighted yelp as Roy flipped their positions again. The acrobat unwound his legs to lie flat on Roy. Smiling sweetly, he folded his hands in front of him and laid his chin on them.

"I admire you, you know. Sometimes I wish I'd left with you that day at the so-called Justice League headquarters," Dick said.

"You... mean that?" Roy breathed, leaning his head up slightly.

"Yeah, of course," Dick chuckled while swinging his legs, "I do like you after all."

"What?"

"I. Like. You. Geez, do I have to hit you over the head while I say it? I like you. As in 'like like'. As in 'not platonic, but ro-'"

Dick gasped as he was struck on the neck. The last image that burned in his mind was the small upward curve in the corner of Roy's lips.

Dick's eyes flickered open as he woke up. He groaned in annoyance, blinked, sat up, fell back down, and then sat up again. While being extremely groggy, he felt the material of beneath his fingers and realized he was laying on a cot. He pushed away the blanket that had pooled into his lap and swung himself so he was sitting on the side of the cot.

A figure was typing away on the main computer in the Batcave.

"Good morning, Dick."

"Mornin', Bruce," Dick yawned and stretched, "What time is it?"

"2:40 a.m. You should go back to sleep."

"Probably the best plan," Dick looked down at the fresh bandage on his left forearm. His eyes narrowed, then grew wide as he remembered the previous nights events. His heart began to beat in his ears.

"Dick," Bruce said, eyes still on the monitor, "go back to sleep."

"Oh, right, right," Dick flushed and laid back down on his cot. He pulled the blanket over himself until it reached his chin, firmly shut his eyes, willed himself to shove all thoughts out of his mind, and gradually fell asleep with the sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard.

Alfred gently shook him awake three hours later. Dick rolled his shoulders as he jumped off his cot and walked out of the Batcave. He went through the usual morning routine: shower, brush teeth, wash face, slick hair back, apply any make-up to cover cuts and bruises, head to dining room to eat breakfast, put on school uniform, and pretend going to school isn't as boring as it really it is.

He sighed upon getting dropped off in front of Gotham Academy. Mondays were always a bummer. He adjusted the strap of his book bag and stepped inside the school.

By the time the school day ended, Dick was already wishing for the weekend to come. Fortunately, he had no club to attend to on Monday. The thought of heading straight home brightened his mood slightly.

One of his classmates tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He shut his locker and turned around.

"Hey, James," he smiled.

"Hi, Dick. Want to go the arcade?"

"Ah... sorry. I've got something to do at home. Maybe some other time."

They walked side by side in the hallway leading to the entrance of the school.

"Oh, Bruce has you on a tight rope again?" James let out a bark of laughter, "You already do so much at school, I don't know what else there is for you to do at... Hey, who's that? Doesn't look like a parent."

Dick looked out the nearby window where James was pointing. His stomach dropped.

Roy was outside, in the parking lot that was right in front of the school. He was standing over his motorcycle, one hand gripping the right handle.

"Uh, I dunno. Maybe he's lost or something. Um, I forgot something in my locker. I'll see you tomorrow!" Dick said, taking a couple of steps back. He was only able to take a few more steps before another classmate caught up to him. He waved at her lamely, hoping that she was only wanting to greet him.

"Dick, that man outside is looking for you," she said.

"I don't know who he is."

"Uh-oh. You think he's trying to kidnap you for money?"

"No! He'd be pretty stupid to do that in broad daylight. He probably just wants to meet with Bruce."

"Then... are you going to talk to him?"

Dick opened his mouth, but he uttered no response. Of course, he just had to drive himself into a corner. "Yeah..." he said, his mouth dry, "I guess I should."

"Would you... like me to come along? Just in case?"

Dick gave her a reassuring smile, "No, it's fine. Thanks, Sammy."

He rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped outside. Of all things he expected to happen after school, seeing Roy was at the very bottom of the list. Looking up, he noticed that the redhead was staring intently at him. He definitely couldn't walk casually away.

"I heard you were looking for me," Dick said, keeping his voice mellow. He'd been told by Bruce to change the pitch of his voice when these kinds of situations arose.

"Here," Roy tossed him a spare helmet, "I'm taking you out for ice cream."

"Sorry, but I'm told not to leave with strangers," Dick turned the helmet around in his hands.

"Drop the act, I know who you are."

"Most people do. It's hard not to be known when Bruce Wayne's your guardian."

"C'mon, kid, or did Ivy's pollen mess with your head more than we initially thought?"

Dick rammed on the helmet. He was amazed that the visor didn't fog up from the heat that rushed to his face. Making sure his book bag wouldn't fall off, he swung a leg over the motorcycle behind Roy, who started the vehicle. Dick tentatively wrapped his arms around Roy, and they were off.

"What are you still doing here?" Dick asked.

"None of your business," Roy said as they stopped by an ice cream parlor.

Dick frowned, but said nothing. An innocent jingle played as Dick and Roy stepped inside the store, prompting the employees inside to look up and say welcome in cheery voices. Dick gave his order after Roy's, pulling out his wallet as he did so. When Roy's hand rested over the leather container, Dick looked up quickly. Roy shook his head, his own wallet in his other hand, and paid for both of their orders. "Go find us a seat," he said as the cashier printed out their receipt.

Dick picked a spot that looked like a miniature lounge. He stared at the colorful illustrations on the wall beside him, not allowing himself to turn his head as Roy approached. He expected Roy to take the sofa across his.

The soft thump beside him made his heart skip a beat in surprise.

"You feeling better today?" Roy crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat, settling his arm on the top of the couch, behind Dick's head.

"... How did you find out?" Dick muttered, attempting to ignore the tingling sensations that had crawled up from his chest to his neck.

"About you being the little bird or about the crush you've been harboring on me for some time?"

Dick felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him, but he didn't back down. "About my secret I.D." he hissed.

"Your butler tried contacting you. Guess you were past your curfew. I picked up his call since you were still knocked out."

"But Batman-"

"Was still working with the League when this happened. He arrived a while after I dropped you off."

"It's not my fault then."

"What?"

"Batman can't kill me! If Alfred's the one... and if there's anyone in the world who Batman listens to, it's Alfie," Dick whispered excitedly. He was relieved enough to punch the air.

"Cute," Roy said, obviously amused.

"Shut up. This means you and Wally know my secret I.D. now."

Roy uncrossed his legs and became silent for an unnaturally long time. The awkward silence was made longer by an employee calling out their numbers to pick up their orders and Roy getting up to take the bowls of ice cream to their spot. Roy gave Dick his sundae, but didn't sit down immediately. He hesitated, and then sat on the sofa across Dick. After his third spoonful, Roy broke the silence.

"Wally knows?"

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