This chapter is an idea from thefayzqueen. I loved it, and she kindly gave me permission to use it.

A good friend asks for your number...

Raquel came up to Robin with her phone and smiled. As the newest member of the team, she didn't yet have the other members' numbers. "Rob? I know you have your whole secret ID thing, but Zatanna said that Batman gave you a number for the team, so..." Normally, Raquel wasn't so shy, but the boy wonder kind of intimidated her. Sure, she was older than him, but he had way more experience in this business than she did.

Robin smiled and held out his hand for the phone. "No worries, Rocket." he quickly typed his name and number into Raquel's phone. "There. Now, you can call or text me whenever you need me to beat up Wally for hitting on you." Robin teased.

"Is he really that bad?" Raquel asked.

Robin laughed. "If it wears a skirt and moves, he'll flirt with it. And I don't mean the skirt part literally. Artemis and Zee both tried wearing pants...it didn't save them." Robin hung his head for a moment, like he was mourning the loss of something. "You're never the same once you've been flirted with by Wallace West."

"Uh..." Raquel just stared at the younger boy.

He smiled. "But don't worry. I'm pretty sure you've been declared off limits."

"What do you mean?"

The boy rolled his eyes, unbeknownst to Raquel due to his sunglasses, and sighed. "You can't honestly tell me that you haven't noticed Kaldur looking at you." Robin said, making the black girl blush. He smiled cheekily. "Like I said. You're off limits." With that, Robin strolled away, hands in his pockets. As Robin neared the Zeta tubes, his team phone went off. He smiled as it played 'Welcome to the Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance. "Hey Roy," Robin smiled as he answered the call.

"Hey kid. How's it going?" Roy asked. They hadn't talked in a while due to the whole...cloning mess. Roy had been searching for the 'real' Roy Harper for a while. Robin had long gotten over the fact that Roy was a clone, but he didn't think Roy had, so he had allowed the clone his space. *Who would have thought that I would use clone to describe my brother?* Dick thought to himself before answering.

"Pretty good. Just got back from a mission. Nothing major," Robin answered as he stepped through the Zeta tube, and appeared in Gotham. Robin pulled his phone away from his ear as he heard a beep. "Hey, Roy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you call me on my other phone? I didn't have time to charge this and it's about to die." Dick explained, as he removed his glasses and tucked them in his pocket.

"Richard Grayson-Wayne? Or Dick Grayson?" Roy asked knowingly. Richard's phone was for school friends while Dick's phone was for friends and 'family.' People like Wally, Roy and Dick's 'aunts' and 'uncles' in the League. And, of course, Bruce and Alfred.

"Dick's phone, duh." Richard replied with a smile. "Like you didn't already know."

Roy smiled on his end as well. "Hey, I'm just making sure I wasn't bumped down." They hung up and Roy called one of the five numbers he had listed under his little bro. The last two were the Manor and the Bat Cave. Oh yeah. Red Arrow had the sacred Bat Cave number.

"Hey." Dick answered.

"Hey."

Dick was silent for a minute. "So...how's the search going?" They both knew what Dick meant by that.

"It's...cold. I had a lead, but the guy my tip lead me to was long gone. My guess is the League of Shadows is cleaning up. They know that I'm coming for-"

"They know that we're coming for him. The team and the League. Don't think that after we finally get you back with us you can go all lone wolf again, Harper," Dick quipped.

Roy had to chuckle at that. "Right. They know that the good guys are coming after the real Speedy...If they still have him." Roy added darkly.

"Oh no you don't," Richard said.

"What?" Roy asked.

The red head could hear the teenager sigh heavily over the phone. "Don't go getting all depressed and dropping off the face of the earth again! We are going to find him. It may take a while...but we will. If you really want to find him."

"Why wouldn't I want to find him?" Roy asked.

Dick shrugged, forgetting for a moment that Roy couldn't see him. "Dick?"

"Oh. Right. It's just...I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish. What do you think? That we get him back then we all disown you? What'll you do then? Off yourself and leave us with a guy that we haven't seen in the last four, five years?" Dick asked.

"Dick..." Roy started.

"No! Think about it, Roy. So maybe you aren't the 'real' Roy Harper. But you're the only one that we've ever known. You are the one that was always taking the heat for Wally and me when we did something stupid. You were the one that would put the fear of God into anyone that gave me crap when I was a kid. We don't even know this Roy."

Roy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, but he's the real-"

"And stop calling him the real one! You're every bit as real as he is. So maybe you weren't naturally brought into this world, but you still get hurt. You still feel emotion, and pain. Just because he's the original, doesn't make you any less real, or any less important." Dick interrupted, not wanting to hear his big brother rag on himself.

"Dick." Roy said, not knowing how else to respond.

The boy groaned as he heard another beep. "Stupid phones," Richard muttered.

"What now?" Roy asked.

"This phone's dying too!" Dick complained. He would have charged his phones sooner, but the mission had gone longer than originally intended and so his babies were paying the price. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be home. Call me at the Manor?"

"Sure thing," Roy said, chuckling at the level of despair in his little brother's voice from his phones' batteries dying. Dick thought technology was sacred. He thought that letting a battery die was like starving a child. Cruel and evil.

_TEN_MINUTES_LATER_

Dick walked through the door just as the phone was ringing. He checked his watch and saw that it was exactly ten minutes. *Way to be literal, Roy.* Dick smirked. Alfred handed him the phone. "Hi again, Roy."

"Are we sure that this isn't going to die too?" Roy teased.

Dick scowled. "A, not funny. B, Alfred is more conscientious about charging the phones here than I am about my phones. And that's saying something," Dick added.

Roy chuckled. "I don't doubt it. Alfie is a freak for protocol. So how's school going?" Roy asked.

"Nothing too crazy. Math test a week ago. Aced it of course," Richard bragged.

"Naturally," Roy agreed, smiling with pride at his genius little brother.

Richard nodded as he snuck a few cookies from the plate Alfred had set out on the counter. He dodged the spoon Alfred aimed at his knuckles. "C'mon Alf'ed! The'r jus' coo'ies!" Dick protested.

"What's going on?" Roy chuckled. He could already imagine Dick and Alfred having their typical battle over the kid having cookies before dinner. The Englishman was old fashioned that way.

"Alf'ed...Alfred caught me liberating some cookies from a plate...suffice to say a wooden spoon was involved," Richard admitted as he walked up the stairs. "Not that the old man could catch me," Dick laughed.

"You'd better watch it, Grayson. Alfred might come for you in your sleep with that spoon," Roy warned.

Dick rolled his eyes. "Oh, whatever. He would not."

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Dickie bird." Roy groused.

Dick gaped. "H-how did you...there's no way..." Dick peeked through the curtain over the second story window.

"Dude. Big brother senses are always active. Deal with it. Bask in my awesomeness," Roy answered the unfinished question with an air of superiority.

"Shut up, Roy." They joked like that for a while, talking about other stuff going on in their lives. Roy started talking about this pretty girl at the Starbucks by his apartment building.

"I'm telling you, Dick, she's a looker. She has this short blond hair with an orange streak in the front, big baby blues, and she always gives me half off my coffee." Roy said.

Dick snorted. "Oh yeah. That's true love right there, Roy boy." Dick teased.

"You know what, I was going to hook you up with her sister, but never mind." Roy retorted.

Dick sat up off her bed. "Wait...she has a sister?" Dick was intrigued. Dick knew that Danielle-Starbucks girl-was fairly attractive. He had already checked her out a few weeks ago when Roy first started talking about her.

"Heh heh. Yeah," Roy chuckled. "She's a cute little thing, too. She has blond hair, too, with purple streaks everywhere and grey eyes. And, she's won a few awards at writing festivals for her fascinating use of the English language," Roy tempted. He knew it was useless, though. His baby brother was already in love with that little magician girl on his team.

"I'm more into brunettes," Richard said, attempting to be casual.

Roy chuckled. "Dude. You totally fail at being nonchalant."

"Do not!" Dick protested.

"Uh, yeah. You do, anyway-" Roy pulled his phone away as his phone made a pathetic little beeping sound that let him know that his phone was dying. "Great."

"What is it?" Dick asked.

"Now my phone's dying. Well, I'll talk to you later kid." Roy said.

Dick replied, "Yeah, okay. Later." Roy hung up, hooked his phone up to his charger and got on his laptop. He was on for all of five minutes when Skype opened up unbidden by Roy saying that Dick Grayson was calling him. Roy smiled and clicked 'accept.'

"Hey, Dick." Roy laughed.

Dick grinned in his way that he had. "Now's later."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

...but a best friend has all of your numbers on speed dial.

So...lemme know whatcha think :)