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It seemed as though this would continue to be Robin's routine, the agony of such continuing for a morose week, in the morning he'd wake from his dreams, clutching Wally's shirt which grew to become his security blanket of sorts, he would hide a necklace below his collar, a silver one with Wally's initials engraved on the secret locket within then, he'd get ready, study, eat, then go on those god awful dates with Conner who made it a point to, 'express' his love. He sincerely loved Richard which depressed him in a way. . .

"Richard, we are betrothed." Conner sighed from across the carriage, "Why won't you allow us to get a bit more intimate with you?" It was obvious he was growing suspicious, which wasn't good. . Richard sighed, knowing what he'd have to to. . he would put up the act at all costs if only to become king, which he obviously couldn't do with an unhappy fiance. He smirked, his eyes lidded as he scooched closer to Conner, sitting in his lap leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Because this is so distasteful." He sighed, running a hand down his betrothed's chest, "You will have your chance come our wedding night I assure you."

Conner smirked, resting his hands on the other's hips.

"You did get the news that I'll be moving into the kingdom as of tonight. . . We'll be sleeping in the same bed as well." He grinned. Richard felt sick.

"Y..your Highness." He squirmed away a bit, "Please do respect and honor me, promise not to try anything until we're properly betrothed?" He pouted, Conner smiled, laying a kiss on his cheek.

"Aye my love, though things like this shouldn't hurt." He whispered before forcing his lips onto Robin's, holding him still with his hand as his tongue slid in, forcing itself against the other's. Robin made a sickly groan that Conner took as a pleasurable one.

"My my, how sensitive~" He chuckled. The carriage came to a halt as Conner stepped out, not noticing Richard wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Eck.." He sighed, holding his hand over the hidden locket, "This is for you my beloved." He sighed.
He stepped out, squirming as Conner adjusted his crown and clothes.

"I am an adult, stop this!"

"Aye, love." He winked, both stood side by side as they walked into the building, every so often Conner would reach for Richard's hand and he'd pretend not to notice, tugging at his shirt until finally Conner grabbed it, interlacing their fingers.

Richard faked a smile as they stood behind the curtains, awaiting their queue.

"And now! His highness of our prosperous kingdom of Gotham Prince Richard Wayne and his betrothed, his highness Prince Conner Kent."

Trumpets played as the crowd cheered on the couple, as curtains pulled apart Richard feigned an admirable smile as both waved with their free hands.

Conner perked up to speak.

"As your future king ruling beside Richard I assure you that we will keep both of our kingdoms safe, healthy and prosperous."

"With the aid of our kingdom's medical advances and his prosperous in weaponry and agriculture we shall rule!" Robin chimed, earning cheers from the masses.

They answered question after question for several hours until they'd been concluded with roses and other cliche flowers thrown. Conner picked one up, handing it to Richard before kissing his before the crowd earning excited screams.

Richard pretended with all of his might to enjoy it, wrapping his arms around his fiance, smiling widely.
"Thank you!" Conner shouted to the crowd, as both he and Richard bowed before them before leaving.
In the carriage they talked for a while about Conner's feats, and Richard pretended not to be bored.
"By this time tomorrow we will be in the same bedroom." Conner smirked.

Richard glanced out the window at the moon, "I'll count the hours" he sighed.

The moon. . . it was like this not too long ago when it was so beautiful, shining upon sea green eyes in the darkness of those forbidden gardens. Robin recalled that night perfectly despite his intoxication.

Wallace was so fast, so charming. . . he asked to court him, and Robin shyly refused. . . if he'd have known he'd have been in this predicament he would have let him do so. He would have let him take him then and there in the moonlit garden, accented by rain and roses. . . He would have done so much more.

"Richard, are you paying attention?"

"Your tale of your conquests in verone are twice as lovely as the time you told them when we first met." Robin smiled. Though he meant it as an insult of sorts Conner smiled, thanking him.

his placed his hand over the hidden locket as the Carriage came to a halt. . . Conner grabbed his hand kissing it.

"Til next time my beloved."

"Til next time. . ." Richard sighed as his new guard placed his coat over him.

"You'll catch a cold your highness."

Hopefully it'll kill me. . . he sighed, he sneezed. "Damn."

His new guard was older, a woman chosen specifically by the king because he knew Robin wouldn't love a woman.

"Thank you, Artemis." He sighed, walking up the steps. "If you could leave me be to the gardens, I need some alone time."

She sighed, nodding. It wasn't a surprise his young highness was allowed to roam freely now considering Wallace was gone, and few knew of the incident and those who knew weren't permitted to speak of it or they'd suffer execution. Any mention would jeopardize the wedding which Bruce wouldn't have.

Still, those who knew pitied the prince, they saw how he sulked and it was no secret that he'd cry at night, whether awake or in his dreams he was hurting, still not even Barry mentioned Bruce's son's agony to him. Bruce on the other hand was creating more demons than he could destroy, even currently he tried to make amends with his teenage paramour.

Robin ran his fingers along the cool gate where they'd shared their first kiss, tears came to his eyes as he clutched his chest, the cries of agony causing Artemis to race over to find the prince clutching himself on the floor.

"I'm ill." He whimpered between sobs, "I'm going to bed." He sighed, attempting to stand only to collapse again.

This depression would be the death of him if it weren't for the knowing that Wally would be there for him in the end.