Title: Oh Please, It's Just a Flesh Wound!

Summary: Will Nelson, a bully from Dick's school, didn't expect to stumble across an injured Robin in an alleyway on his way home.

Warnings: Some blood, a good amount of swearing.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Robin or any other heroes that may be seen or mentioned, however I do own Will Nelson.

A/N: This has been swimming in my head for a while now, so I finally decided to write it! I hope that an OC in this story does not bother you guys too much. This may become two parts if I get a request, but for now this will only be one part. Enjoy!

Will scowled grumpily as he kicked a stone that had the misfortune of being in his way. A street light flickered, and he glared up at it as if it were the cause of all his anger. Pulling his jacket tighter around him while grumbling under his breath, Will continued down the street in Gotham. "Grayson," He snarled angrily. His thoughts drifted as he recalled the fight that broke out between him and the circus freak earlier that day. Granted, he knew he started it with all the pushing and provoking taunts, but that didn't mean he deserved that punch to the cheek. He huffed, absentmindedly rubbing the sore area. Grayson sure did have one hell of a punch.

They had both gotten detention after Will returned the hit, which he served. Grayson, however, was excused because his guardian, Bruce fucking Wayne, made a few calls in the right places. Spoiled son of a bitch. After he had been released from the detention, he waited outside for his step-mother to pick him up. After several hours passed with no sign of the ugly, old wench he finally decided to walk home.

BANG!

Will jumped, turning towards the alleyway in which the sound had come from. Thinking back on it, it probably wasn't a good idea to walk home in Gotham. At night. Cautiously, he crept into the alleyway and towards the direction in which the sound had come from. He avoided several glass shards and wrappers that littered the ground before looking left at a dumpster where he thought the noise came from. "Oh my god."

Right there was Robin, Boy Wonder, Batman's sidekick! His words were a mere murmur, so the hero didn't seem to have heard him. He didn't appear very coherent anyways, what with the slight sway. Robin shook his head, as if trying to bid the dizziness away. And then Will saw his mask. It was dangling off his face, barely sticking on, but Robin kept pushing it back up, keeping his eyes from view. "Damn, s-should have put more glue on."

Will couldn't help it. There was Robin, barely holding onto consciousness, with a mask that wouldn't stay on. He lurched forward, grabbed the end of the mask and jerked it off Robin's face. Will gasped when the Boy Wonder's gloved hand shot out and gripped his wrist so tight it hurt. Suddenly, familiar blue eyes glared daggers into his own. "No way," he panted. "Grayson?" Before Grayson could say anything, voices rang out on the other side of the alleyway.

"Where'd he go?"

"We wouldn't even have ta' be chasin' the brat if it wasn't for ya, dumbass!"

A sharp tug to his wrist yanked him to the ground beside the dumpster, hiding him from the view of the two men. A gloved hand pressed tightly to his mouth, cutting off any protests. "Mph!" He swallowed when sharp blue eyes turned to glare at him fiercely. "Shut it," Grayson snarled quietly in Will's ear.

The voices continued as Grayson pressed closer to Will to keep them hidden. "I'm gonna skin tha' Boy Blunder when I get my hands on 'im!" Will was surprised when Grayson simply smirked and rolled his eyes. "Come on, he's not here. We gotta find him or the boss'll kill us!" There was a grunt of agreement, and then the two men disappeared. But Grayson didn't get off him. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Mph!"

Grayson scowled and stepped away. Will panted as the gloved hand was finally pulled away, head overloaded with thoughts. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening! Grayson couldn't be Robin! It just wasn't possible! "Y-you're Robin!" Grayson put a hand on his stomach and gave an icy stare. "No, I'm Superman!" Will blinked as a realization hit. Holy shit! I bullied Robin! Will snapped out of his thoughts when Grayson flinched a bit. He eyed the hand on Grayson's stomach when he realized it was wet with something.

"Grayson! You're bleeding!" Will scrambled up onto his feet and stared as more blood trickled onto the gloved hand. Grayson shrugged and looked down at his stomach. "Oh please, it's just a flesh wound." Will frowned. It sure looked like more than a flesh wound to him. Grayson glared at the mask that was still clutched in Will's hand and snatched it right out of his hands. "Give me your jacket." Anger flared up in Will. Just because the circus freak was Robin didn't give him any right to boss him around.

"Listen here freak-"

"Give me the jacket." Something in Grayson's eyes made Will grumble and reluctantly hand over his best jacket. Only for Grayson to start ripping it up. "Hey, you asshole!" Will's eyes widened when Grayson pulled out a batarang and began cutting holes in the cloth. He used the cloth to tie his mask back around his face, shielding the blue eyes from view once again. The holes in the cloth were positioned over the white slits so that he could still see through. "That was my best jacket, you dick!" Once he realized what he said, nothing could stifle his laughter. "Ha. Ha. Very funny," Grayson deadpanned and ignored Will when he wiped away an imaginary tear. Ah, dick jokes.

Will started when Grayson began walking away. "Hey, where are you going?"

"None of your business."

"But you're injured!"

"Not that that's any of your business either."

"Come on, freak! My house isn't too far away. You can clean up there and get out of the cold."

Grayson turned to look at him. "I don't understand you. You bully me at school, then invite me to your house?" Will huffed and crossed his arms over his broad chest. His breath was foggy in the frigid air. "Well I still think your a circus freak if that helps any. And your a spoiled brat, too!"

"I think I'll pass on your offer." Grayson turned and began walking away again. "I'll tell everyone your secret identity if you don't come with me," he blurted. Maybe it wasn't a smart idea to provoke someone who is a sidekick to Batman. Both who could kick your ass. But it was too late to back down now. Grayson froze and spun around to glare at him. A shiver ran down Will's spine, but he sucked it up and straightened his body so that he toward over the smaller boy. After returning the glare with his own, Will suddenly felt like they were back at school and he was about to beat him up for being a mathlete, charity case, and a circus freak.

"You don't understand what your getting into! A lot of innocent people could die if the wrong people got their grubby little hands on my identity!" Will raised any eyebrow. "Well then, I guess you'd better come with me." Grayson scowled and glared at him some more. "Fine," he spat. More than a little smug, Will began leading the grumbling Boy Wonder to his house.

"So, this is your house?"

The house was by no means small, but it definitely wasn't any Wayne mansion. "Well I'm sorry it isn't the majestic palace you are used to, but it's where I live," he said sarcastically. Grayson rolled his eyes. "Whatever." They could hear his step-mother laughing obnoxiously inside the house. She was most likely surrounded by her other slutty friends. "Stephanie will freak if she sees you." He pointed to his bedroom window. "Think you can climb up there?" Grayson nodded and disappeared a second later. Will sighed and unlocked the door, hoping he would be able to slip upstairs without being noticed by Stephanie.

Thankfully, he managed it and hurriedly opened the door to his dark room. He turned on the lights which revealed Grayson leaning against the wall near the window. "Dude, creepy much? Lurking over there in the darkness." Grayson shrugged and began looking around his room. His eyes drifted over his mahogany desk with a swivel chair and his queen sized bed. He probably sleeps in a king sized, Will thought bitterly. While his family was wealthy enough to send him to Gotham Academy, after his dad died, his step-mother began spending all of their extra money on her clothes, expensive perfumes, and unnecessary trinkets to display around the house. Just thinking about it ignited a rage in Will that hadn't been dormant ever since the death of his father.

But instead of commenting on how small and undeveloped his room was compared to his like Will thought he would, Grayson simply began pulling the shirt of his costume over his head. He didn't even wince when the costume had to be peeled off where some dried blood had stuck to it. Finally, Will was able to catch a good glimpse of the wound. It appeared to be made by a knife, and was about 4 inches long. Will thought it needed stitches. Grayson assessed the wound with a cocked head, unconcerned by the blood that slowly dribbled out.

"It'll need stitches," he finally murmured. "Got any thread?" Will started. "Uh, yea. Lemme just...go get it." With one last look at Grayson he fled the room and snuck down the hall into Stephanie's. He thought for a few seconds before peeking his head into the overly large closet (while trying to ignore all of the frilly dresses), then shut the door when he couldn't find what he was looking for. Next, he looked under the bed, giving a triumphant grunt when he spotted the sewing kit. When he stepped back into the room, Grayson was on the phone. "Sup, KF?"

Grayson nodded at Will when he set the kit on the desk. He listened to the phone for a bit while making his way over to the container and opening it up. "Really?" Cue talking on the other side. "Sorry man, I got a bit held up with...Dynamic Duo stuff." He shot Will a look and began taking out black thread and a thin, small needle. Grayson held the phone between his ear and his shoulder while he began stitching up the wound. Will was slightly shocked when there wasn't even a wince from Grayson. It came with the job, he supposed.

"Nah, just the usual drug dealers. Except they had civilians they were testing the drugs on so I had to get involved." Silence. "I mean one got a lucky swipe at me, but-" Grayson sighed and seemed to let whoever 'KF' was rant a bit before continuing. "Hey, I'm fine! The cut didn't need stitches or anything!" Grayson looked down at his finished work, grabbing the scissors and snipping the extra thread off. Will raised an eyebrow. "Listen, I gotta go. Bats will be pissed if I'm away too long." Something was said on the other line and suddenly Grayson was laughing. "Yea, yea. Good luck on your mission."

Grayson took the phone away from his ear and looked a little awkward. "Er, sorry about that." Will shrugged and then the next couple of minutes were passed in silence, Will with his arms crosses and Grayson casting glances towards the window. "So..."

"So..." Grayson had put the top part of his costume back on.

"You're Robin," He finally blurted. "Well, yea," Grayson agreed. Silence. "You're taking this remarkably well." Grayson gave a strained smile but it looked more like a grimace. "Not really, no! You're a sidekick to-"

"Partner."

"Partner! Whatever! To Batman, and you fight crime in Gotham in your free time. What the hell?"

"Yea, that pretty much sums it up."

"It's impossible that you're Robin! I mean you're a scrawny, little math nerd that I beat up all the time!"

"Well, thanks."

"This isn't a game," Will growled, clenching his fists. Why wasn't Grayson taking this seriously? "I know it isn't a game, Nelson," the dark haired teen said in a low voice. "That's why it's imperative you just pretend this night didn't happen! If anyone found out you knew something about my identity, you'd be as good as dead!" Will gulped at the dark tone and nodded. "I...I won't tell anyone." The white slits of the mask studied him. "I don't trust you," the hero stated bluntly. Will glared. "This is your fault anyways! If your stupid mask stayed on properly it wouldn't have fallen off!"

"You ripped it off! And besides, if I didn't have to squeeze my way out of that detention that you made me get, I wouldn't have had to rush to put the glue on my mask. And if I didn't have to rush, I wouldn't have put too little on, so really it's your fault!" The two teens glared at each other. Finally, Will reluctantly backed down and said, "I won't tell anyone." Grayson's gaze was unwavering. He gave an exasperated sigh. "Why don't you, I don't know. Keep tabs on me or something?" Grayson crossed his arms. "I was going to do that anyways." Will glared at him but the other boy simply shrugged. "Why should I trust you anyways? You bullied me ever since I first stepped into Gotham Academy and you blackmailed me into coming here." Both of them knew that Will couldn't make Grayson do anything now that he knew he was Robin. But he still came to his house anyways.

"I apologize for bullying you," Will forced out. He growled when the younger of the two raised his chin with a huff. "Whatever."

"Listen, I promise I won't tell anyone." Maybe it was because he said he promised, or maybe he heard the sincerity in his voice, but Grayson nodded. "Fine, but if you do tell anyone, I will personally see to it that the last thing you see is the end of a batarang. Got it?" Will nodded. Grayson looked around a bit before heading to the window. "I gotta go. Duty calls."

"Wait," Will cried out as the younger teen stepped out the window. Grayson turned to look at him. "See ya at school?"

Grayson smirked. "Yea, see you at school."

And then he was gone.

A/N: So, what did you think? Just so you guys know, I got the name 'Will Nelson' from a name generator so if anyone else has an OC by that name it is a pure coincidence. Hopefully Robin wasn't too OOC. If you guys want a second part, leave a review (with an idea for what you want to see if you have one). If you don't really care if there is another part, just leave a review to tell me how it was. I love feedback! :D (There was something else I wanted to say in this author's note that was pretty important but now I can't remember. *sigh* I'm going to remember after I post this. Just watch.)