This is so short i almost don't want to post it... but it's really cute:D so read and review and all that jazz:D thanks!

OH! and i was watching young justice today with one of my friends and we were all like fan girling over waht robin would look like with his shirt off, while Conner was beating up that stone-metal-tree-thingy with blue. it was pretty great!

but seriously. that would make season two totally worthwhile.

admit it guys.

"Why is there a freshman in our algebra II class?"

I ask kind of disgusted at the sight of Dick Grayson Wayne plopping down at his desk next to me.

He immediately fell asleep, his slicked back black hair trying to fall over his face.

"I don't know, Artemis, but he always comes in here and falls asleep and still passes the class."

I roll my eyes and pull out last nights homework. It's not fair. What does he have to do that he feels the need to sleep?

I work on the bell work trying to ignore the raven haired kid in the seat next to me.

"Mr. Grayson, if you'd be so kind as to join the class...?" Our teacher Mr. Brown says to the small teen, glaring at him.

"Huh?" Dick sat up a little his blue eyes half closed, barley even noticing the stern glare he was getting.

"Why are you always so tired Mr. Wayne?"

"I don't get 'nough sleep, I guess." He yawned, slurring his words, in a way that would be cute if he wasn't so infuriating. He rubs his eyes, too tired to really even think about what's happening around him.

"Why not?"

The whole class was paying attention now, eyes glued on him. Dick blushed, and a hand flew to his forehead. He seemed like he wanted to hide. He glanced warily toward me for a second, then replied to our math teacher.

"I'm busy."

"Doing what exactly?"

"Homework."

"Why don't you do your homework earlier in the day?"

"Ba-Bruce has me keep a strict schedule. There's no time."

"What does he have you do that's so important?"

"Why do you need to know? Just ask him at parent teacher conferences. I'm sure he'll be glad to explain it to you." Dick says harshly. Extremely harsh based on his normal happy-go-lucky attitude.

He turns to his work, clearly done paying attention to whatever Mr. Brown has to say and avoiding all other conversation. My mind spins. He almost didn't say Bruce. And being so tired? I looked at the small thirteen year old, with his bright blue eyes and his hair pushed back. I mentally placed a mask on his face. "We'll laugh about this someday." I match the voices. The humor. It fit. I crane my neck to look at his forehead. There it was, the stupid smiley face that Wally made yesterday on the beach. He twirled his pencil like Robin twirls his Bo staff. Dick was Robin. This normal little kid sitting next to me was my team mate that I trust my life with every day. I kept glancing at him throughout the hour. When the bell rang. I grabbed his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"This hour was whelming, huh?"

I saw him blush and he stood up on his tip toes to whisper back," Don't tell Batman." Before disappearing into the crowd in a way that you had to be trained to do. In a way that only two people on the face of this planet do everyday. And one of them happens to be the little freshman with bright blue eyes, who's in my algebra II math class.