An: Hello! I seriously need ideas, people, doesn't matter how ridiculous they sound, I just need something!

Robin

Everything seemed to get awkward quickly after Batman left.

"So, you guys got your cans kicked? Not asterous." Robin said, deciding that standing around in the mission room staring at the floor was getting boring. As he expected, Wally was the first to reply, speeding over to the other's side.

"You weren't there, dude! He was like, seven feet tall, and had more muscles than Supey, he was definitely a metahuman, and-"

"Why do I doubt that?" Robin chuckled as they began to leave the room, and Artemis snorted.

"Probably because Kid Mouth is lying."

"Knew it." Robin said smugly. He looked back at the other three members of the team and noticed M'gann pulling at her hair, a frustrated look on her face. "Um, Miss M? What exactly are you doing?" She grimaced.

"The villain used some sort of inorganic goop to restrain me, and I can't get it out of my hair." Robin swooped over to her and pretended to inspect the substance.

"Oh, I know what this is! It's used all the time in Gotham. You just have to wash it out, but don't use anything that lathers. The suds will make it worse. Use a conditioner." She nodded gratefully and flew out of the room straight to her shower.

"Conditioner? Really Rob? Just when I thought you couldn't get less manly." Wally teased. Robin rolled his eyes.

"It's either conditioner or butter, KF. And I don't think that you'd want Megalicious's hair to become greasy, do you? So, tell me about this villain." Wally proceeded to grossly exaggerate the tale, often having to have Artemis or Robin cry bullshit.

"So then, he just disappeared. I think he had teleportation powers." Surprisingly enough, Artemis seemed to agree, to Robin's intense glee. "After he left, Supey got Kaldur and I out of our restraints, and we got Arty and M'gann out of theirs, though obviously we didn't do so well with M'gann…" Robin nodded.

"So, basically, you guys just suck without me?" Robin teased, moving easily out of the way of Wally's fake punch.

"Shut up man, you couldn't have done better, he probably had a slot on his belt just for you, like he did us…" Coincidentally, he did, though not in the way Wally expected. It would holographically project images of him in his regular so that if needed, he could be in two places at once. He didn't originally think that he would need it, seeing as he wanted it to be a onetime thing, however, at the moment, he wasn't so sure.

"Hey Rob, you want to go play Black ops in my room?" Wally asked, and Robin grinned, though it was slightly strained.

"Hell yes!" They ran (or, really, Wally speeded, and Robin ran) to the redhead's room, and Robin practically collapsed onto the bed while the older boy closed the door.

"Alright, what's wrong?" Wally asked as he flopped onto the bed next to Robin.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not fooling me, dude. I know when something's eating you. What's going on?" Robin sighed.

"It's nothing really. Just something to do with Dick Grayson." Wally nodded.

"How is Dick Grayson doing?"

"He's beat. He's got to spend all day tutoring some kid who just doesn't understand life, and then he's got to deal with his best bud that promised him Black ops and instead chose to talk about feelings." Wally grinned.

"Sucks to be him, huh?" Robin nudged Wally in the ribs. "Okay, okay, I get the message." He stood up and turned on the Xbox. "But you know dude, you can tell me anything. I don't judge."

"Yeah man, I know."

An: I really didn't know a good way to end this chapter, mainly because I had no ideas to go off of. The only idea I really have is that I might want Wally to find out about Robin being Red X, cause…I dunno… but, I am writing this for my like…three subscribers, so I'll give you guys an option. Or, a bunch of options

A: Wally finds out on his own

B: Robin tells Wally for some reason

C: Wally finds out with the rest of the team at the end of the story

D: No one on the team ever finds out and Red X is a mystery forever

E: other (please specify)

Please, review telling me what you think I should do, because I really need help with what I should do with this story. And once again, if you have ideas of your own, please tell me, because I desperately need ideas. And a beta. If you want to beta please tell me.