FudoTwin17: Hey, guys. I've had a bad week. I was supposed to go on a trip to Europe with People to People and I worked and raised the money for it and everything for the entire school year, and we were supposed to go Monday, but I wasn't allowed on the trip. They were worried about my ankle injury, so they told me I couldn't go. I'm allowed to go on a different trip next year, but it'll never really be the same. It'll never be this same group of kids to the same place and all the work I put into it'll be for nothing. I should get over it since I've still got a lot going for me, but it just . . . I dunno. It just hurts to think that I worked this hard for this long for something that's not gonna happen. And afterward, it was like I just broke. I could pretend to be the same person, I could smile, I could laugh, I could do all my jobs, but . . . I just wanted to cry. Not to mention the actual foot injury. I got a MRI, too. Goodness, I couldn't write this entire week. I would sit down, and prepare to write, and I just couldn't. Gah! Right now, I just feel like crap. I had hope, and I feel like that hope was turned into a weapon. Well, I hope this makes me feel a little bit better. I need something kinda fluffy. Sorry, Dreams2Paper11. I'll do your request next chappie. Thanks for reading and all the advice and support. It always makes me feel better reading your reviews. I don't own YJ or anything else mentioned.

Civilian Villains and Hero Victims

Wally, being the ever-romantic, completely wonderful boyfriend that he was, had decided to pick his current girlfriend up from school and walk her to the zeta beam. He hadn't had much time in the past week, and he'd felt bad about barely getting to see her. Besides, his school got let out early due to bus problems and Gotham was pretty easy to get to. Plus, it would a nice walk to the zeta beam in which he'd get to spend time alone with his girlfriend.

Thus, Wally had run to Gotham, smile on his face and leaning casually against the huge iron gates at the front once he'd arrived. Of course, he realized quickly how bad an idea that was. It seemed that the moment the front doors opened, the escapees were charging at the exit and, in turn, him.

Dodging to side, though a bit over-dramatically, Wally managed to avoid the swarm and fail to notice the blond walk up and stand in front of him, arms crossed in front of her chest.

When Wally finally looked up, finally acknowledging the figure, he grinned. None other than Artemis, his incredibly hot superhero girlfriend, rose an eyebrow steadily. "Really, Baywatch?" She questioned, hidden mirth in her tone.

Instead of answering, he jumped up, landing a kiss on her cheek. "Hey, beautiful. How was school?"

She smiled back. "Fine. It was like it usually is. What about you?"

Grabbing her hand, he answered easily. "Ah, boring. I aced my chem test, though."

Artemis looked like she was about to say something when she paused, frowning. Her eyes flickered to her backpack where she found the ripped pocket that had distracted her. "Crap. My pocket ripped." After she said the words, the implications quickly hit her. "My phone was in that! Think you can help me look around?"

"Of course." Wally replied, big grin on his face as he leaned forward with a glint in his eye. "Will I get a reward if I find it?"

She smirked. "Maybe."

"Let's go find that phone." He said, pulling her by their interlaced hands toward the looming building ahead, unaware that they'd find more than a phone.

. . .

When the bell rang, Dick let out a slight sigh. He had gone two sleepless nights and he'd had four tests to do that day. That week had sucked pretty badly for him, but he had managed to avoid most of the jerks in school, so that had at least made his week a little better.

Dick slid out the door of his classroom, fingering his backpack absentmindedly. He had taken to bringing it with him to his sixth hour so he didn't have to head to his locker once the bell rang. It was always too crowded and gave too big of a window of opportunity to his tormentors.

He made his way to the side so that people could get around him easier. He had hurt his foot during the last night's patrol and he really didn't want to walk fast anymore. He glanced up at all the other students practically speeding toward the doors, ready to kick off their Friday nights early.

It was while he was looking that he noticed Artemis. He smiled lightly. True, Dick Grayson and Artemis were just acquaintances, but in an hour or so, he wouldn't be Dick. He'd be Robin, and she would be one of his closest friends.

The heroine out of costume was walking nearly twice his speed and obviously focused on escaping. She was so focused, in fact, that she didn't seem to notice as her backpack's side-pocket got caught on a nearby locker and ripped, sending her phone flying to the ground.

Dick, practically on automatic drive, dove forward, just saving the poor piece of technology from hitting the ground. Unfortunately, his foot protested a bit too late at the move, aching and sending jolts of pain up his leg. He winced, pulling himself to his feet painfully.

It was looking up that the mathlete groaned. Artemis had walked away. She didn't even notice! Goodness, she needed to work on that.

Annoyed, the ebony limped to the door and moved forward, eyes scanning the courtyard. He quickly found her, talking with Wally, who had undoubtedly ran to Gotham just to spend a few minutes alone with his girlfriend. Dick sighed, ignoring the nagging feeling in his gut.

Dick and Zatanna had just broken off, though they decided to remain friends. The two of them found that, though they thought similarly and liked each other a lot, it wasn't going to work. Zee and he had similar pains and similar personalities, making it a bit hard. There wasn't any balance to their relationship, and it was hard for them to understand one another so well but not have it in their personalities to know how to comfort each other. They both had grown telling themselves to get over it and pushing themselves further and faster. They didn't know how to help themselves, and, being so similar, they found they didn't really know how to comfort each other either.

But of course, that wasn't really why he felt a bit sad. It was really because of his and Wally's relationship.

After the near catastrophe on the watchtower and the best bros getting girlfriends, he and Wally hadn't spent much time together. It was mainly because they had been getting used to life being in a relationship. Whatever time wasn't being spent on the field or in their civilian identities was spent with their significant other.

In short, they had almost entirely cut out their bro time.

Dick sighed, letting a hand run through his overly gelled hair. He continued walking forward, phone in hand.

Unfortunately, an extremely muscled arm slid over his shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. "Hey, Grayson. It's been a while!" Dick paled. He knew that voice well, too well. Subtly, he slid Artemis's phone into his backpack. He didn't want them breaking it. "I think we should . . . catch up." The mathlete caught the double meaning, and he couldn't help it as the sad feeling nagging at his gut for Wally's sake turned into a flurry as he thought about his own safety.

Glancing at the handsome blond next to him, he noticed as a few of the popular jock's pals surrounded them, the smallest being twice his size at the very least. He forced his voice to stutter fearfully despite the whisper in the back of his mind that said that he could take them. "G-Gale. I was, uh, gonna go talk-talk to my friend. I-I have her phone, and I-I need to return it."

While Dick knew what was about to happen and accepted it, Robin wanted to fight. He wanted to hit them and take them out just like he knew he could. If only the boy could. However, he had an identity-a community of identities to protect.

Gale grinned. "Oh, well. You can give it back tomorrow. Come on! Let's go!"

Dick gave a sad frown, his eyes wandering back to Wally and Artemis one last time before he was steered away. The two were holding hands, talking a bit before they headed off. He sighed. It looked like he would have to follow the swim team captain's advice, and give it to her the next day.

They had already disappeared back into the school when Artemis realized that her phone was missing, blissfully unaware of the two superheroes turning back to the school to retrieve the missing item.

. . .

Wally groaned, scanning the hallway floors with Artemis as he walked. Since the prestigious school had money (and a lot of it) and had obviously set up a very good security system including cameras, he had no choice but to search at normal speed. At this rate, he and Artemis would be late for movie night, which more than sucked. Especially since he'd finally be able to spend a bit of video game time with Robin afterward.

Despite what his teammates seemed to think, he was fairly observant, and he had noticed when he and his best friend began to drift. The two of them had agreed long ago that they would never let girls get in the way of their friendship, but they had sort of let it happen, even if Rob and Zatanna were no longer together.

Thus, he had planned to rectify the situation with his best friend after the movie. That was the main reason he was walking Arty. He wanted to make sure he didn't neglect her just like he didn't want to neglect his best friend.

After retracing her steps all the way back to her third hour, Artemis sighed. "You know, I don't think we're going to find it. We might as well just head to the mountain. I'll see if I can find it tomorrow."

Wally smiled at her. "You sure? 'Cause that thing is pretty important."

Artemis nodded. "Yeah. I mean, if it's gonna show up, then it probably would have by-"

She was cut off by a loud cry of pain. Both of them froze, eyes wide. They glanced at each other before darting off at normal speed, side by side in the direction they had heard it. However, they quickly found themselves at a crossroad, a split hallway. They both stopped, looking in opposite directions.

"Where did it come from?" Asked Wally rhetorically, obviously not wanting to split up as civilians.

"I don't know!" She replied back harshly, but before they had to split, another cry along with laughter echoed down the right hallway.

The superhero teens sprinted down it, only stopping briefly to open a door to the courtyard at the back of the school. They froze after exiting to take in the scene a few yards away. There were five boys, a few Artemis recognized, laughing in a semicircle. In the center, though the gaps between the boy's bodies, she could see a lone figure on the ground. She gasped quietly.

"Grayson!" She practically whispered in shock before glancing at Wally. Their eyes met shortly sharing a similar cautious look.

"Circus freak!" Laughed a familiar blond. Artemis knew that she knew him, but she wasn't quite sure how. However, she knew quickly that she didn't like him as he sent a rough kick into the already downed kid's stomach. "You know, I don't know what Wayne saw in you that night that made him wanna help you. Actually, I can kinda see it. I mean, publicity, right? I mean, take in an eight year old kid who just saw his family killed and then the press goes wild! The playboy billionaire becomes a hero, and it ups his image and, in turn, his company. That was pretty smart, really." The boy said, appearing to think.

The poor Grayson kid said nothing.

Listening made Artemis feel sick. She wanted nothing more than to slug that jerk in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. However, she and her boyfriend knew that as civilians, they couldn't fight like they normally did. As well as that, all the boys were huge in comparison to them, making it obvious who the winner would be in a fair fight.

Thus, they needed to figure out how to make it a fair fight. If only Conner were there. He could have been a huge amount of help.

"You know, that's a lot of money you've got. All of it's going to be yours one day, too!" The boy said, and Artemis suddenly felt even worse. She knew what the boy wanted.

"I'm not giving you anything." Grayson finally spoke, his voice small but definitely not afraid. It was a little bit of a shock to Artemis and Wally. In certain situations, weren't you supposed to be scared?

The kid took another kick to the stomach. He grunted, but made no other sound.

"You know what I think?" Asked his main tormentor. "I think you're glad your parents are dead. I think you're happy that your family took the fall. After all, if they didn't, you would have never become the richest boy in Gotham." The boy and all the ones around them laughed. The silence from the small boy at center was unnerving. "So how did you do it?"

They waited for the question to be asked, the "How did I do what?" question, but it never came. The victim was quiet like the rabbit as it's slain by the fox.

Artemis was trembling.

"How did you get Wayne to take you in? Did you sob and cry and whimper? Did you beg him with the excuse that you didn't have anyone else?" The tall male dropped to the ground, squatting in front of the boy that had pulled himself up to sit against the wall since the last kick. "Or did you do something else? Witchcraft? I mean, after all, you are a gypsy! Aren't gypsies known for their magic and thievery? And obviously something else, if you know what I mean." At the sly grin on his face, Artemis decided she didn't want to know what he meant. His goons laughed, their laughter echoing around the boy.

The blond grinned before looking at the boy, anger marring his face as Grayson tried to struggle into a standing position. He slapped the boy, sending him sprawling back to the ground.

The boy looked up at him, and he did the one thing that Artemis had never expected him to do based on all the times that she had sat at the same table as him or had a short conversation with him. He grinned.

With that, though, the blond above him grew angry and stood, sending an impeccably clean dress shoe straight at his face. Artemis lost her breath, eyes wide as the kid was knocked back into the wall without a fight.

She was so horrified and transfixed on the situation that she didn't see how her boyfriend's hands were trembling with anger and disgust. Finally, the ginger couldn't handle it anymore. "Hey!" He shouted.

Immediately, the boy stopped, turning toward them. He grinned maliciously. "Oh, hey, Artemis." He didn't even acknowledge Wally who stood at her side.

"What is wrong with you?" Wally growled, approaching quickly with an angry archer right at his side.

"What's wrong with me?" The boy repeated, raising a pale eyebrow mockingly. "What's wrong with me is that there's scum in my school like Grayson."

"What gives you the right to choose who's good enough to go here?" Asked Artemis, eyes holding fury. "Dick is in the elite. He's nice, he's not stuck up like you, and I know that he's smarter than you will ever be able to claim to be."

It was true that Artemis didn't know him well, but she was fairly observant. If he wasn't nice (though a little troll), then she wouldn't hang around him. She'd noticed how many books he carried and how he had a trigonometry book instead of an algebra one like the rest of the freshman, making it obvious he was ridiculously smart. And as well as that, she could easily tell he wasn't stuck up.

In all, she knew he didn't deserve to be beat up.

And the blond she still didn't remember the name of had the nerve to rolled his eyes.

That was her last straw. However, before the heroine could punch him (break his jaw), a fist had already done the job for her.

As the jock hit the ground roughly, she glanced at her boyfriend who's breaths were heavy with barely held rage, rage she knew made the hulk look like a happy anger management counselor. She turned her gaze back to the scum on the ground, who was wide-eyed and staring at the blood from his nose that had stained his hands. "You-You hit me." He said, sounding stunned.

Artemis rose an eyebrow mockingly. "Really now? Did someone get a boo-boo? Do you want a kiss to make it better?"

Instead of rising to the bait, the boy just stared at Wally. "You hit me." He repeated, sounding dazed.

"Yeah, I did." Agreed the fiery redhead. "And I'll do it again if you don't get out of here." When the boy didn't make a move to stand (and run) like Wally thought he should, he let his face harden into a scowl and a growl come easily from his throat. "Now."

The boy stood before glancing at Grayson and seemingly deciding it wasn't worth it. "Come on, guys. Let's go."

With that, the group was gone. Still, the heroes didn't move until the civilian bullies were gone having disappeared around the bend of the school. As soon as they were out of sight, the two were on the ground, staring at the injured boy.

"Wow." Wally murmured, eyes wide. "That does not look good."

The boy was half-lidded, obviously having gotten knocked in the head one too many times. The concussion had been paired with blood matting his dark locks in the back as well as in the front where blood matted the bangs that fell out of his gelled do that was disorderly and hung over his face. There was a small cut on his temple along with dirt in the distinct shape of a boot. Already it looked like there was bruising in the shape of the dirt. There was blood dripping down from his ajar, split lips. His jacket was torn and one of his fingers looked broken. One of his limp hands had come to rest on his side, giving them the idea that he had probably broken or at least cracked a few ribs.

"It's not-not sobad." The boy slurred. Wally yelped in a manly way at his voice, though Artemis held her cool despite her surprise. They had both thought he was unconscious or at least not lucid enough to process any words spoken to him. "Ow."

"Um, actually, it's pretty bad." Artemis disagreed. "You need help."

Dick's dark blue eyes flickered with pain as he struggled to stand, leaning heavily against the wall. Glancing down, Artemis faintly realized that he was putting all his weight on his left foot, meaning that his right must've been hurt. "I'm fine." He mumbled.

Wally was about to say something when the boy pushed past him, trying to walk. However, after a few short steps, Wally had to dart forward to catch him. "Dude, you aren't fine."

"Mm." The boy murmured before he went slack. Wally and Artemis frowned.

"We need to get him out of here." Artemis stated. "He needs medical attention."

Wally nodded. "Here, I can get him to the mountain."

Artemis nodded, not even pausing to think it through. "After we get away from here, let's go to the zeta beams-wait, do you know how to let in guests?"

Wally blinked before shifting awkwardly, bringing the ridiculously injured boy into a bridal hold. "No, I don't. You go to the zeta beam. I'll run him to the entrance at the mountain."

She nodded. With that, the two headed off, going as fast as they dared with the camera on them until they were out of sight.

. . .

". . . who he is?" A familiar voice whispered in the back of his mind. Dick tried to push it away. He wanted to sleep. Sleep was always better than his waking moments.

"Yeah." A different voice growled. Once again, the boy desperately tried to cling to the comforting darkness. ". . . Dick Grayson. Everyone always . . . him because . . . and because he grew up in the circus. They're . . . awful. I hate listening to it. Every day it's . . . same! He didn't even do . . . to them!" The feminine voice, though hard and obviously upset, somehow felt comforting to the boy, almost as much as the darkness.

"That's horrible!" The first voice exclaimed as he felt a slight stinging sensation. He groaned at the feeling. The same voice spoke. "Oh! He's waking up!"

"I'll grab him . . . cookies. They might make . . . feel better." The gruffer voice said before Dick could hear footsteps fading away.

"Dick." The sweeter of the two voices spoke, calling him forth from the darkness. "Dick, it's time to wake up. Dick."

Slowly, his dark blue eyes fluttered open. He watched as the redheaded female, fixing his head bandages, caught her breath, staring at him. He blinked, blissfully unaware after his harsh blow to the head. "Megan?"

At the startled and intrigued look she gave him, it all came flooding back. He remembered Arty's phone, the jerks that had dragged him to the back, and Artemis and Wally saving him. His eyes widened at him mistake. Stupid! He was Dick Grayson, not Robin! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

He blinked again, trying and succeeding in pulling an innocent face. "I-Sorry. You just-you look just like that girl from Hello, Megan!, and it just-you-"

She smiled reassuringly at him before interrupting his stuttering. "It's okay. I do look a lot like her. Actually, that's my name, too. I'm Megan. And you're Dick, right?"

He smiled lightly at her. "Yeah."

Before they could continue, though, none other than Conner, Wally, Kaldur, and Artemis walked in. Conner was holding a plate of cookies and milk that he sat at the table next to the downed boy before pulling a seat up next to his side (and Megan's side, Dick noticed). "Those are yours." He stated simply.

Dick smiled at Conner tiredly. His head was beginning to swim. "Uh, thanks. Um, who are you, again?"

Megan smiled at Dick happily. "Oh, these are my friends, Dick. That's Kaldur, Wally, Artemis, and this is Conner."

Dick smiled at them, deciding not to mention that he already knew Arty. "Hi. Uh, Dick." He introduced himself, unsure. He hoped that it was enough different that they didn't recognize him as Robin. Batman would not be happy if that happened.

Conner frowned at him. "You look really familiar."

Dick felt it as his heart sped up and quickly tried to quell it's beating. After all, Superboy had Superman's hearing. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm kinda famous. You might have seen me on the news." Superboy's bright blues narrowed at him suspiciously and he quickly decided to change the subject, throw suspicion off of him. "So, uh, where are we?"

Megan's eyes widened. "Oh! Right. I didn't tell you where we are. Hello, Megan! This is, uh, my home. After Wally and Artemis found you, they took you here."

Dick's eyebrows furrowed before he spoke in a hopefully confused tone of voice. "Here? Why not the hospital?"

After the question, the redhead in question gaged, seemingly choking. Artemis glared at him before smacking him upside the head. Though Dick stared in confusion, his inner Robin snickered.

"Uh, here was closer." Wally lied, rubbing the back of his head where he had been hit.

After those words, Kaldur stepped forward, looking at Dick worriedly. "Despite that, we need to know. Who did this to you?"

At those words, anger appeared on Artemis's face as well as the rest of the team's faces. Dick was a bit shocked, especially at Conner and Megan's openly angry expressions. Then again, thinking about it, he shouldn't have been. After all, Conner was openly angry at many injust things, and something that had personally affected his girlfriend was obviously going to set him off, and M'gann had spent most of her life being discriminated against for being a white Martian. By their reactions, he guessed that Wally and Artemis had already shared what they saw.

"Uh, um," He began painfully, "I-I . . . It was just some guys. You know, from school." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, wincing when he accidentally tugged on the bandage and realized that his arm was in a cast. Wow. They must've drugged him already for him to be this out of it!

Conner's eyes softened for a moment. "Bullying isn't something to shrug off, Dick."

Dick blinked before he understood. Conner was a clone that was used to being fed knowledge. He probably picked things up in school like nobody's business. That would include things he read on signs like the no bullying posters. Dick almost laughed.

Kaldur let his hand hover uncomfortably over Dick's ankle that the boy realized faintly was encased in a cast with the rest of his leg in a large, black brace. He winced involuntarily as the pain of it hit him. He was really out of it. "He is right. Please, Dick. Tell us who hurt you."

Dick looked up at the Atlantian before smiling lightly. "It's okay. It's gotten better."

He winced when he realized that this was the wrong thing to say. Artemis and Wally were quickly on his other side. Wally opened his mouth, and Dick knew he was in for it. "Dude! This has happened before? Worse? That's not cool at all! Give us names! Please, we can help you!"

Artemis squeezed his hand, and the boy looked at her, giving her a kicked puppy look. Dick couldn't help but think that Wally was rather good at making that face. The girl looked at him. "Dick, please. I know this has happened before, but that doesn't mean it has to happen again. Just give us a name. Please?"

Dick didn't know why, but his aching head suddenly felt foggy. He figured this was the medication kicking in again. He winced noticeably. His drooping eyes wandered back to Kaldur, whom he noticed gave a nod to M'gann. Glancing at her, he noticed her eyes move to him before they glowed a faint green.

Eyes widening, he realized what was happening. Immediately, he pushed the names to the forefront of his mind so that she wouldn't go deep. He could feel his pain level dim as she caressed his mind, gently looking for the information. She quickly found it and retreated. As soon as her mind's touch left his, he felt the pain level skyrocket and let out a quiet breath.

M'gann nodded at Kaldur, and he smiled at her, quickly turning to Dick. "Okay. We'll leave it alone. Can you tell me how you feel?"

Dick couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips due to pure pain and exhaustion. "I'll live."

When no one answered back, he frowned, taking a glance at all their faces. The same look of shock was mirrored in each of them before Wally spoke quietly, voice abnormally loud in the odd quiet. "Rob?"

He blinked, cursing himself as he realized how they figured it out. His laugh! That was probably the thing that made them connect everything. His eerily similar looks, his obviously strong physique for a nerd, the scars that they had undoubtedly seen while dressing his wounds, his living in Gotham-darn! Despite his disappointment in himself, he couldn't help the smile slip onto his face or the chuckle that once again bubbled from his lips. "I guess you caught me." He smirked at them, watching as the stunned look slid off their faces one by one. "And I thought I was doing so well."

"You've been going to school with me all this time!" Gasped Artemis, fury in her eyes. "We'll laugh about this one day? Really?"

Dick just smirked at her as the situation sunk in.

"This," he was obviously referring to the bullying, "has been going on for a long time, hasn't it?" Wally didn't wait for an answer. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" There was hurt in his eyes, but he pushed it back the best he could. Wally just wanted his best friend to trust him.

Dick smiled, his smirk a bit loopy. "Mm. I didn't want to. Couldn't. Besides, you'd make a bit deal over it. It's nothin' I can't handle." They all seemed to notice his tiredness and the obviously drugged state he was in.

"You look tired." Kaldur said, interrupting the conversation flow. "We will leave you to rest."

"M'kay." The loopy boy wonder said, his voice abnormally quiet. Before they left, though, he spoke, tongue feeling like lead. "Oh, Arty. Found your phone. It's inmy backpack."

Kaldur'ahm gave a meaningful look to the rest of the team as they slid out of the room once Artemis grabbed her phone, the lights dimming at M'gann telekinetic touch. Once far enough away, Kaldur turned to the team, anger glowing behind his cool facade. "M'gann, did you get the names?"

She nodded, lips pressed together in an angry line.

Kaldur nodded before smiling. "I believe it is time that we educate these boys on what we do to bullies."

At the simple, seemingly harmless statement, every member of the small group felt a fire light within them.

. . .

The next day, Gale couldn't help the smirk that slid onto his face when he realized that Grayson wasn't at school. Of course, after the last day's beating, he probably wouldn't be getting out of bed for a week. He couldn't help the smug expression on his face, either, as he went to hang out with his friends after school. "You notice Grayson wasn't at school?"

Garry, one of the biggest of his guys, laughed dumbly. "Yeah, I did. Maybe now he'll get the memo and stay home."

"I hope he doesn't." Replied Riley, a smaller redhead. "It's too fun messing with him. Besides, it's fun listening to him whimper and beg." A number of the boys laughed at the statement.

However, Gale's smile quickly dropped off of his face. "I wish Crock hadn't shown up. We could've had more fun. Maybe even see what fun a gypsy really is." His smirk at the last statement was enough to make the whole group laugh, though send shivers down the spine of any ordinary, good citizen.

"Who was the redhead, anyway?" Asked Bert, the smallest of the group, with a frown after he had gotten over the racist comment the swimming captain had said.

"Dunno." Said Arrow, frowning before a grin came to his face. "He's probably messing around with Artemis."

Garry laughed. "Or Grayson."

They all seemed to lose their breath at the very idea before catching themselves. Bert looked up. "Or both." Once again, there was more laughter at their more than vulgar thoughts.

"I guess we have to have another talk with Grayson soon to find out." Smirked Arrow, sending a more than evil smirk at Gale, who was grinning like a madman at the thought. However, before they could say anything, a voice they all recognized cut them off.

"Or you could talk with me instead." Stated a familiar voice. The bully's laughter fell flat as they turned to stare horrified at the group that now opposed them. None other than the redhead from before stood before them along with a buff black guy, Artemis, a hot chick with a glare that practically had them trembling in their boots, and a white guy who looked about ready to punch their lights out.

The redhead grinned at their stunned faces. "You know, no one likes a bully. Especially us."

Gale, stepping forward with a snotty look, glared at them. "And who are you? Freaks? Like the circus freak and the scholarship girl?"

At the names, their glares intensified.

"No." Spoke the black guy in an intense, low voice. "We're your worst nightmare."

And with that, they proved their statement true.

If, the next day, they were found hanging from a tree in the front, so be it. And if they avoided Artemis and Dick like the plague, then oh, well. And if Dick seemed happier and hung out with Artemis more, well, no one seemed too bothered.

After all, no one likes a bully.

. . .

FudoTwin17: Okay, that made me feel better. But this is really long! Gah. And I haven't updated any stories in forever. If you guys want something updated, tell me. And thanks for reading. Please leave requests. It makes me feel good that you guys think that I could write one of your ideas well enough to trust me with that. Anyways, luv ya. Gotta go update something now. Bye!