I'm uber sorry for taking so long with this chapter. As some of you might know, school was taking a lot of my time away. I think from now on, I'll only be posting one-shots. ^^; Haha, I just don't have the steam to do multi-chapter fics anymore.

This chapter is the last part of the fic. I'm glad you guys stuck with it until the end! :)

Oh, and episode 12 - Homefront just reaffirmed the unhealthy love I have for Robin in the show. 8D Gawd, that episode was great. Though I still twitched in awkwardness when we saw the Supey/Martian kiss. Haha, still not used to that couple. xD

"Well, yeah. He's my best friend," Dick frowned.

He shifted his gaze downwards toward his sundae. Biting his lip, Dick practically stabbed his plastic spoon into a globe of ice cream. Roy's silence was irritating him. It made him feel guilty, though he didn't know what he should have been feeling guilty of.

"Dick," Roy said, and Dick's eyes snapped up to look at him. Hearing his real name uttered by the redhead was shocking, "what is... Wally to you?"

"I already told you. He's my best friend. Why, is there something wrong with that?" Dick knew he was getting defensive. He knew he had no adequate reason to react in such a way, but he didn't care. He was annoyed with Roy's question, and he was even more annoyed with the softer tone Roy had taken when he had asked it.

Roy watched him coolly. "No, I wasn't suggesting that," he said.

"Then what were you suggesting?"

"I wasn't suggesting anything."

"Fine. Don't tell me what's bugging you," Dick leaned back into his seat, staring intently at Roy. Without breaking eye contact, he swiftly grabbed his bowl of ice cream and continued to eat. His spoon scraped the bottom of the container by the time Roy decided to speak.

"Nothing is-" Roy started, eyebrows furrowed, and then abruptly stopped.

The archer sighed and ran his fingers through his orange locks of hair. When he closed his eyes in thought, Dick admired the long lashes that jutted out from his eyelids. Opening his eyes, Roy leaned forward and set his arms so that his elbows rested on his knees and his chin rested on his interlaced hands. He stared at Dick, who refused to break his gaze on him despite the warmth creeping up his neck.

"It's nothing. I misunderstood," Roy said softly.

"... Okay." Dick's temper cooled down, "you're acting really strange today, FYI."

To Dick's surprise, an amused smile settled on Roy's lips. The boy wonder blinked twice, and then stuck his spoon in Roy's ice cream. At Roy's change of expression, Dick smirked, "Eating with Wally makes you act differently around visible food." He snickered before popping the small scoop into his mouth.

The roar of Roy's motorcycle was oddly soothing as they drove to Wayne Manor. Dick kept silent, choosing to just watch the scenery change from city buildings to the forest-like area surrounding the manor. He pondered over Roy's behavior earlier in the ice cream parlor. The hot-temper he was used to, but the hesitancy Roy had displayed was new. Roy had always had a brash personality, and it was unnatural, almost disconcerting, how quiet the redhead had been. Dick didn't like it.

He absolutely hates it when things don't go the way he predicts them to.

They stopped before the front gate. Dick pushed the button on the intercom and waited until Alfred's voice came through. "It's me," he said, "Roy's with me too." A moment's pause, and then the metal gate opened with a loud creaking sound. Dick sat back down on the motorcycle, and Roy drove up the hill leading to the mansion.

Once they reached the steps of the structure, Dick nimbly jumped off. His book bag trailed after him. Straightening up, he adjusted the bag strap's position to relieve the pressure that had been digging into his shoulder. He watched curiously as Roy also got off his motorcycle and stepped closer to him.

"There aren't any hidden cameras around, are there?" Roy asked.

"You're talking about Batman here," Dick waved his hand.

"... ha. Whatever, you've hacked into the League's computers before."

"What are you-"

He was cut off by the gentle pressure on his lips. Then as quickly as it came, it left. Dick sighed unevenly, his brain attempting to find a proper explanation to everything that happened from the moment Roy picked him from school as the latter pulled him into a hug.

He couldn't think of anything.

"Sometimes it's best to enjoy things as they are instead of overanalyzing them," Roy said, amused.

"Funny," Dick mumbled, "So, what does this mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. You should give up on me," Roy tucked a loose strand of hair behind Dick's left ear. It made Dick's neck prickle.

Dick gripped the back of Roy's jacket. With his face still buried in the redhead's chest, he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You're thirteen, Dick."

The raven-hair grew stiff. "So what?" he asked defiantly. Thirteen or not, he'd done things people twice would ever have the capability of doing.

"No 'so what'. You know what I'm talking about."

"It-"

"I've got my dignity too. I'm not going to take advantage of some kid."

"Some kid?"

"That... that came out wrong. I didn't mean it that way," Roy sighed, "You're... just too young." His hold tightened as Dick attempted to push him away. Dick groaned, eventually giving up after four unsuccessful shoves. His arms dropped and hung limply on each side. He scowled.

"Let go of me," he said, albeit half-heartedly.

Roy gave one final squeeze before releasing him. When he took a step back, Dick could make out a slight upward curve on the corner of Roy's lips. Dick gingerly touched his own lips. "Why did you-? What was this for?" he asked.

"You're the detective, figure it out," Roy huffed out a laugh and boarded his motorcycle. He had put on his helmet and was just about to start the engine when Dick blurted out, "Are you jealous of Wally?" Truthfully, he hadn't wanted to voice the idea. At Roy's jaw tensing and the long silence that followed, he was sure he had hit the nail on the head.

"... I am," Roy admitted quietly.

"You like me back," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah."

"Yet, you want me to give up on you."

No response.

"But are you going to give up on me?"

Roy gave Dick a pointed look, and then drove off. Dick sighed as he stepped inside through the large double doors, wondering if he should bother analyzing the look. Roy was right, things were much more enjoyable when they weren't being overanalyzed. He wished he would get rid of the annoying habit.

Fortunately, once Alfred greeted him and offered to serve chicken salad as an after-school meal, Dick decided he could think about his conversation with Roy some other time.

Epilogue:

"She sounds amazing, Walls," Dick muttered as he swung up from a flagpole. The light that had been streaming down on him allowed a glimpse of his toned figure. When he leaped across the air, civilians, if they strained their eyes enough, may have been able to catch the electric blue streaking through the night sky.

Dick landed on the balls of his toes, blowing up air at the bangs skimming above his right eye. He then fell back to sit on the rooftop with his legs splayed out in front of him. He'd stopped two carjackings, three attempted muggins, and had helped Bruce by collecting information on the Penguin, all while conversing with Wally on the side. And though talking to Wally had helped his night be a lot less dull, Dick was exhausted.

Wally's voice filled his ear, "I really think she's the one. Like... I want to tell her about the superhero biz- that's how good she makes me feel."

"Damn, already thinking about that? She must be really special."

"I don't know. I just... when I'm around Linda, everything feels... just... right. There's just one little problem."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"She kind of... hates the Flash."

Dick burst out laughing. He never really understood Wally's desire to date girls who showed a certain dislike for him. First Artemis, and now Linda?

"Ugh, don't laugh," Wally groaned. Dick could just see the frown on his face. "It's not uncalled for... I sorta... accidentally... caused a lot of damage some time ago. She hounds me about it every time I finish saving the day. Reporters are supposed to be vicious, it just comes with the job description."

"No need to convince me," Dick said, still amused, "if you feel she's the right one for you, then... alright, do what you want."

"Have you ever liked someone to the point you wanted to tell them your secret identity? And like as in like like; I'm pretty sure you didn't harbor any feelings for me when we were younger," Wally laughed.

Dick snickered, "Yeah, but it turned out they found out on their own."

"Whoa, whoa, and?"

"They told me to give up on them."

"Harsh."

"Ha ha. Just a little. Anyways, I've gotta go, I've got a visitor," Dick said. He pulled out the earpiece and stored it in a container on his gauntlet. With a smile, he scooted over to sit on the edge of the roof. "Well?" he said while swinging his legs, "Are you going to come down and say hey, or are you going to lurk in the shadows all night?"

"You're hilarious," Roy huffed as he jumped down behind Dick. He crouched down to be in eye-level with him.

"What brings you here, Arsenal?" Dick asked, turning his head to look at Roy.

"Don't tell me you forgot," Roy said in a low voice.

"Forgot wha-mmph."

Dick's eyes slid shut as Roy coaxed him to open his mouth. He was aware of the finger digging beneath his chin, but at the moment, he didn't care. Roy was kissing him, kissing him like nothing else in the world existed; as if he was releasing all his pent-up energy into this one action. Dick whined at the back of his throat as Roy pulled away and kissed his jaw.

"What... what was that for?" Dick reached out, his blue gloved middle and ring finger touching the redhead's lips.

Roy smiled, grabbing Dick's hand and using it to pull the acrobat closer to him. "Happy 18th birthday," he muttered. With one hard yank, he dragged a laughing Dick Grayson down with him. They ended up in a pile of tangled limbs and most likely ended up with a couple of bruises from falling onto the concrete.

Dick propped himself up with his arms and looked down at the archer beneath him. "If I remember correctly, this is how I confessed to you that night. Isn't that ironic?"

"What?" Roy snorted.

"Well, look! This time it's the other way around, but we're in the same position! I mean... geez... so you were waiting this entire time..."

"... yeah. So? Did you give up on me?"

"It's hard to forget one's first love."

"You were too young to even know what love was."

"Oh, shut up- aghfk!" Dick sputtered when a broad hand grasped the back of his head and pushed him down so his face met Roy's chest.

"When do you finish patrol?" Roy asked, amused. Dick, scowling, shifted his head so his face was free. "I was actually finished when you came. I was planning on taking a nice shower and going to bed, but someone had to take up my time."

"Ha. Come to Star City for the night. I'll let you crash in my apartment."

"And why would I want to do that?" Dick smirked.

"Because that someone wants to take you out the next day to properly celebrate your birthday. Got it?"

"Loud and clear. Oh, and by the way," Dick brought his arms up, rested his chin on top of them, and tapped the tip of Roy's nose with his finger, "I still can't believe you were jealous of Wally. He's as straight as an arrow."

A splash of red colored Roy's cheeks. "Don't mention that again," he grumbled as he sat up.

"It's okay, I've been jealous of Kaldur before."

"What."

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