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Author's note! Ok guys so here's part 2! Hehehe the revennngggeee:D I had to really thing about this chapter because I didn't want to cop out on the ending. Hopefully I deliver for you guys! Also, big thanks to everyone for reading, and leaving those great reviews!

*in response to one review* I totally agree with this person that yes, I did go overboard with Dick's injuries, so I feel like I should explain myself.

- When I wrote this, I was thinking more in lines with the whole story. Like "ok well I need to give him an injury that would not allow him to move himself, so that Roy and Wally would go and look for him. (A.k.a. the broken leg and the ribs.)

-Also, Dick Grayson is a pretty small kid, so I figured that being surrounded by about five jocks, and having one of the first blows be to such a sensitive place as the ribs, that he wouldn't necessarily have enough time to defend himself. (Being that, in my mind, the attack was more like a hit and run.)

- annnnnd lastly, he does want to keep up his cover, so he couldn't really throw out some crazy Robin kicks and flips haha. Even though that would be totally awesome :D

I do agree that I did go overboard, but I felt like the story needed it.

Ok I'm done haha. Thanks!

The building flew by as Roy drove, his foot shoving down the gas pedal with force. He kept his narrowed eyes straight forward, trying to keep himself calm.

It wasn't working.

The Tires of his beat up hunk of junk squealed in protest as he made a sharp turn onto a narrow road. He glanced up at his mirror, looking at his two brothers in the backseat.

Dick was lying across the backseat, back against the door, legs stretched over Wally's lap. His head was resting against the window, and his eyes were closed, but it was obvious to anyone that he wasn't sleeping.

Roy pushed his car harder, willing the rust bucket to go faster down the winding roads. If they waited too long, Dick's bone will have to be reset, and he didn't want the kid in anymore pain.

The archer's hands tightened on the wheel, his knuckles white as he looked at the speedometer on his dash.

75 mph.

Piece of shit. He thought angrily. Sure, his "Dad" gets to drive around town in a fancy sports car, while he was stuck with this.

Roy remembered the conversation he had had with Oliver day after he got his license.

"Roy," Oliver Queen sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed."You do realize that getting you a car that fast would be a danger to everyone," A playful smirk crept over his lips as he moved past Roy, nudging him slightly. "And what kind of hero would I be putting civilians in danger?"

Roy rolled his eyes. "c'mon. I got my license; obviously I know the rules of the road. Plus, I can read signs, annnd numbers!" he mocked, throwing his voice higher.

His adopted dad laughed as he grabbed his coffee. "Yes, but I know how you can get. You don't control your actions when you're angry. Imagine putting that behind the wheel."

The younger archer crossed his arms, looking down. "I can control myself." He grumbled angrily.

Oliver turned back to him, raising an eyebrow, smirk still in place. "Oh?"

Roy looked up, giving Oliver a pointed look. The man just laughed, taking a swig of his coffee before nodding his head. "Ok ok. I'll see what I can do."

The archer's face lit up in shock, then happiness. "Seriously?"

His dad smiled, grabbing his briefcase on his way to the door. "Sure. One of my co workers is selling his old car. I hear Corolla's are good on gas." He smirked once more, turning to shut the door just in time to see his son's enraged face.

Roy rolled his eyes as he thought back to this. Surprised I didn't see that coming.

The archer slowed the car as he made the road's final turn, pulling up to a familiar iron gate.

"Hang on buddy." Roy called back to Dick as he rolled down his window.

"Mm" was the little bird's reply.

Roy leaned out his window, pressing a small buzzer mounted to a speaker. "Alfred." He called." It's Roy. Can you buzz us in? It's kind of an emergency."

There was a short pause, followed by a clear British voice. "Master Roy? I thought you were picking up Master Wally and Master Richard for a stay at your house. Is everything all right? Are they with you?"

Roy leaned back over, holding the button down once more. "Yeah they're with me. Dick got hurt at school,That's why we're here."

Another pause, followed by a short ding, and finally, the gate swung open.

The archer pulled forward, stopping at the door as it swung open; revealing a worried Bruce Wayne.

The red headed driver climbed out of his car, walking around the car to meet Bruce on the other side.

"He got attacked by some meat head jocks." He explained to Bruce as he pulled the door open.

Wally climbed out next, carefully lowering Dick's bad leg to the seat. The younger boy moaned quietly.

Bruce reached in and pulled his son out of the car. Dick moaned again, the movement jostling his injuries.

"Ribs..." he groaned.

Bruce's eyes were furious as he carried his son through the door, two red heads trailing closely behind.

The five of them ended up in the Batcave, Alfred tending to Dick's leg after they taped up his ribs, while Roy and Wally filled Bruce in on what exactly happened.

"We didn't get any names out of him yet." Roy sighed, looking back at Dick as the little bird was handed some Tylenol.

"Oh, but we will, trust me." The speedster next to him declared, his face set.

Bruce looked at them thoughtfully, and then turned back to Dick.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, worry the dominant emotion in his navy blue eyes.

Dick shifted himself. "m'fine."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Ok ok. Sore." Dick sighed.

The billionaire nodded. "Who did this?"

"It's no big deal, re-"Dick cut himself off at the sight of a forming daddybats glare.

He swallowed nervously. "They won't do it agai-"

*glare deepens*

"Uhh. I mean they moved away after Roy and Wally found me?...I heard Mexico is nice this ti-"

*extreme daddybats glare*

Dick sighed in defeat. "Ok. Jeez. It was Mick Rammer and his friends. Those 11th grades meatheads cornered me at my locker. It's no big deal, really." He added, eyes growing wide when his adopted dad turned and walked to the Batcomputer, pulling up the jocks' files.

"No wait!" he called, voice pleading. "You can't do anything! They'll just come after me again! It won't help!" Richard reasoned, trying to get up out of the infirmary bed, but stopped when a red headed speedster rushed over, putting a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"They probably won't even do it again! It was my fault! I should've just done the dummies' homework."

Roy, as well as Wally, send the little bird look which seemed to say "ARE YOU SERIOUS!? THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT!

Dick looked away; it was obvious he couldn't stop them now. To be honest, he was kind of glad. Maybe it would help if his brothers did get involved. Maybe.

The red headed archer followed behind Bruce, eyes scanning over the screen's displayed information briefly, and then he turned back to look over at Dick and Wally. The speedster was saying something to Dick, his arms waving around in crazy motions as he acted out the story he was telling. The boy wonder was trying not to laugh, but finally gave in after Wally demonstrated another motion. Both boys laughter filled the air, but Richards was cut short after he clutched his side, both obviously forgetting about his injury.

The archer turned back to the billionaire, determination shining in his eyes.

"Uh, Bruce?" Roy smirked, his plan forming out. "I'm gonna need your help with a few things..."

xXxX

Thud, thud. Thud.

Richard sighed, looking down at his clunky walking boot in annoyance.

Better then crutches.. He thought to himself as he walked past a group of girls, all crowded around each other, whispering.

He picked up part of one girl's sentence as he passed.

"..Giant spider! No, he squealed like a-"

Dick kept a steady pace, hoping to avoid Mick and his gang.

"Is that a serious phobia? Oh you've got to be kiddi-"

"What kind of dumbass is afraid of-"

"-All in the nurse's office!"

What the heck is everyone talking about?

He stopped in front of his locker, quickly spinning his combination into the dial and pulling the metal door open.

"He wouldn't stop shaking! Scared out of his mind!"

Dick looked over, eyebrows furrowed, to find one of his only friends at the academy shutting her locker as she gushed to Artemis.

He shut his own locker, walking over to the two girls.

"Hey Babs, Arty. What's everyone going on about?

Artemis turned to the younger boy, smirking. "You didn't hear? Half of the football team is in the nurse's office being sedated."

Barbara Gordon giggled. "Supposedly, someone filled their gym lockers with spiders, snakes, worms, and...Umm...What was the last one again?"

"Spoons." Artemis filled in.

"Oh, right! Spoons. Haha can you imagine? A phobia of spoons? Anyway, coach Walker found them all huddled in the corner, crying. They're still freaking out about it, so I guess they're being sedated for the time being." Barbara concluded, unable to hold in another laugh.

Dick's confusion melted into a knowing smile.

The three walked down the hall, laughing every time they heard another reference to 'the incident"

Barbara stopped in front of her math class, slipping off her backpack to grab her book before turning back to her friends.

"Crap. I think I left my algebra book at home. Can I borrow one of yours?"

"Sure thing Babs. Math's my last class anyways." Dick said reaching into his own bag.

He pulled out the thick book and handed it to Barbara, stopping when something flitted to the floor.

'What's that?" Artemis asked as he bent down to pick it up.

"Dunno." He replied before unfolding the small paper.

All three examined the square before simultaneously cracking up.

Somehow, someone had gotten a picture of Mick Rammer's face when a snake slithered out of his locker, and slipped it into Dick's backpack.

Looks like he wouldn't be bothered by those meatheads anymore.

End! Thanks for reading guys! I had so much fun writing this! Haha. Anyways, I wanted to let you guys know that I'm going to be starting a one-shot series verrrrry soon so keep an eye out for it! Its gonna be focused of robin, (Dick Grayson haha) with other characters, such as this one. Also, after a few, maybe 4 or 5, I'm going to start taking requests, so get your ideas ready! You can PM me, or leave it in the reviews, or write it down and have Wally run it over to me. :) ugg I just have too many ideas! Ok I'm gonna stop talking now cause I have to post this for you all. Ahhh. I hope you like it. I'm nervous …:3

Ok. See u guys!

p.s. lil'Robin's being ninja right now so I don't think he'll be making an appearance tonight.:(

lil' Robin: *cackles*

Me:..oh c'mon!

-Arrow.