Chapter: 1

"Okay so here's the deal." Dick Grayson found himself in a very odd position; trapped in a booth all the way in the back of his 1avour1te diner surrounded by three, what any straight man would consider, beautiful young ladies. Artemis Crock, Megan Morse and Barbara Gordon all looked at him as he shrunk into himself. The older redhead was giving him a pointed look before continuing. "Arty has this new 'friend', right?"

"And he hasn't, like, tried anything!" Artemis herself said, cutting off Barbara. "No hand holding, kissing or anything." She huffed. "I mean I would understand if he wasn't interested but-"

"-So," Dick finally spoke up, interrupting her rant. "What exactly does this have to do with me?"

"Well…" Megan began using her 'pretty, pretty, pretty please with extra sugar on top' look that always got to Conner. "They think Wally is…"

"I think he's gay." Artemis finished, crossing her arms.

"And we need you to try and uh…" Megan tapped her finger to her chin, thinking of how to put this delicately.

"We need you to seduce him."

"You know…flirt with him a bit."

"And see if he plays for the other team or not." All three of them leaned in with sweet smiling faces but Dick knew better. There was no escape, there was no reasoning and there was no saying no. The only brunet of the group sighed, munched on a fry and took a gulp of his coke.

"What do I have to do?" He silently cursed himself for telling Megan about his orientation, in total confidence by the way.

"Simple." Babs chirped.

"We set you two up on a, uh…date." Artemis took one of Dick's fries as Megan explained.

"You bat those pretty eyes and see if he drags you to a men's room stall for a little uh-" She made the phantom motion of a penis entering her mouth, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek and everything. Good ol' Artemis, no tact whatsoever.

"So just because he doesn't want to move things to fast you assume he's gay?" An elegant black eyebrow rose in a questioning manner, addressing the three young women in front of him.

"Please, Dick, he's a guy. All guys want one thing and every guy I've ever dated always made moves on, if not the first, the second date. Atleast!"

"Maybe he's…I don't know… nice?" Richard propped his chin up with his upturned palm; elbow stationed on the table as he messily ate his fries the three had bought for him as a not so subtle bribe. If only Alfred could see him now.

"Just do this as a favor for us. Please Dick." Both redheads gave him their best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." He huffed. "When am I going to meet him?"

"Tomorrow after school; I told him you were Bab's little cousin and you needed a ride to the mall to pick up some things then take you to Bab's house. It's simple. Just lay the old Grayson charm on him."

Dick blushed and frowned. If he had any "Grayson" charm he wouldn't be single, or unpopular for that matter. "Little cousin? I'm not that much younger then you guys…" He frowned.

"Two and a half years is enough for you to be my little itty bitty cousin, Dicky." Babs ruffled his hair. He hated when people called him short or cute or itty bitty-which surprisingly came up more often than one would think. It didn't help that he was a late bloomer and often wondered if he'd always be this short.

"Alright…I'll try."

The next day after school Dick found himself standing in front of Gotham Academy, still in his uniform waiting for Artemis's friend to pick him up so he could begin playing his part in their plan. After a few minutes a red mustang pulled up in front of him. The dark tinted window of the passenger side door rolled down. "Hey, are you Richard Grayson?" A voice called out to him. Dick cautiously walked towards the sports car and peered inside.

"Are you Wally West?" The sight that greeted Richard was a little shocking. A gorgeous redhead with bright green eyes smiled at him from the driver's seat. He was in a tight fitting red shirt and dark blue denim jeans. He had his right hand clutching the gear shift and the other lazily gripping the wheel. The slight country accent he held in his voice and strong chiselled features made Dick's legs feel like jelly.

"Got that right! Hop in; the door's open." Dick did as told, tossing his bag in the back seat and plopping down in the front. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. All of the students here are wearing the same thing." He whined. "You're like, the third kid I asked. It doesn't help you look nothing like Barbara or that she can't describe you to save her life." He closed the door. "But you know what they say, third times the charm!"

He grinned. "Okay so, I'm new to Gotham little guy. Gonna need directions to the mall…Are you listening?"

Yeah, Dick was listening, though it seemed as he had lost his voice, or all confidence in himself as he stared down at his lap trying his hardest not to let his blush over take his whole face. They hadn't said He would be so… good looking. Artemis's choice in guys weren't always…great. Suddenly, Richard really regretted agreeing to this.

A hand waving in front of his face snapped him out of his thoughts and forced him to make eye contact with Wally. "Don't worry lil' guy. I'm not mean and I don't bite. I've been told I have a very sweet disposition."

"Right-uh, sorry. The mall is up ahead about three miles and then you're going to make a left on Monroe."

"Y'know Barbara didn't say you were so quiet, but that's fine. I can talk enough for the both of us." He grinned again, flashing those pearly white teeth making Dick look back to his lap. Wally shrugged and revved the engine before peeling out, grabbing the attention of academy students that still lingered around campus.