A/n: The only ship to ship in the DC universe is DickxTrolling. It is nothing short of a OTP. And everyone can agree on it!

Wordplay

One - Wordplay: Roy

Robin was bored. Well, not so much bored, just exhausted while waiting for his turn to spar. Black Canary started up their training a half hour ago, and the boy wonder drew the short straw of fighting last. After the demonstrations of today's routines, Wally and Artemis had been the first pair up. Now, it was Kaldur and Conner. And since they were "playing fair", they were "evenly matched." Translation, they were "taking forever," quote puns intended. Robin had to sit back patiently and wait. The only problem was Robin was terrible at staying put. The boy was all about action and movement: moving forward was basically the motto he lived by thanks to his acrobatic background in the circus. Right now he just looked like a poor imitation of KF trying to vibrate his molecules.

Patience was starting to drive him mad.

He needed a distraction.

Recognized: Red Arrow, B-06.

Fate was too kind sometimes.

The young hero whipped around and smirked at the red-head entering via the Zeta-tubes, suppressing the urge to do flips as he ran over to him. Judging by the scowl on his face and the grime on his crisp red clothes, Arrow was pissed...possibly with something that went wrong on a mission. "Red Arrow! What brings you here? It's not often that you come grace us with your awesome-ness." The boy snickered.

"Not in the mood to put up with you today, Robin." The elder teen retorted coldly. He didn't even spare a glance down to the bouncing acrobat beside him.

Robin frowned, but was determined. "Did something happen on a mission? Cause I can help. Heh, actually, I think you'll need my help. You look completely disheveled. Usually you look heveled." When the hero saw that his elder wasn't going to stop stomping towards the computer mainframe, he resorted to childish antics. Robin knew for a fact that when his constant blabber-mouthing didn't get on Roy's nerves, his immaturity certainly did. Clutching the archer's wrist with both hands, Robin threw back all his weight until he was practically sitting on the floor and being dragged on his butt. "Reeeeeeed!"

"What, Robin?!" Red Arrow shouted, stopping to glare down at the boy. By now, the duo had drawn the attention of the others in the room. Superboy and Aqualad cast them brief glances as their spar dragged on; and Canary and Red Tornado seemed to focus more intently than before on it, an effort to ignore Robin and Red Arrow. Artemis, M'gann, and Wally, on the other hand, were busy watching Robin behave like a six-year-old. While there was mild amusement in her eyes, Artemis was still a little concerned for Robin's well-being much like M'gann was. After all, while they didn't interact with Red Arrow often, they knew very well to not get on the archer's bad side. Robin was, well, asking for trouble.

Wally simply watched on with a smirk while he ate up a sub-sandwich. He grew up as a sidekick with the two, so he knew what was coming next.

Robin grinned up at Red Arrow as if he weren't ticking him off in the least. "Spar with me!"

"No."

"But why?"

"Because, Robin, unlike the junior justice league, I don't play pretend in the cave all day. I've got problems to handle."

"Why?"

"None of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I need access to you database."

"Why?"

"Because I need-gah, what did I just say? None of your business."

"Why?"

"STOP WITH THE WHY!"

Robin snickered, his signature cackle-infused giggle, as he gave the redhead a crooked grin. "I'm just asking why you can't stop for five minutes to fight me? Don't get so froystrated."

The archer narrowed his eyes, leaning down to leer at the little bird. "Then why the heck do you have to be so...wait, what did you say?"

Robin's grin widened, and a sinking feeling came to the red-head. This wasn't Robin sabotaging Red Arrow anymore, this was Dick annoying the crap out of Roy. He had a wave of nostalgia hit him from back when he, Wally, and Dick were younger and spent full days together while their mentors were out doing whatever business they had. He dreaded what he knew was coming. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wally smile. Somehow, the speedster caught on too.

"I'm just saying, I don't know why you're so angroy all the time."

"Don't start this," The elder teen seethed through his teeth to no avail. Robin simply cackled again.

"You see what I mean?" The boy wonder waved a hand at him as if he's pointing out something obvious, holding tighter to Roy's wrist."Every time you come over, you're always infroyiated and stomp around in a huff-."

"Not the wordplay..." Roy grumbled.

"-And then when someone asks why you're all exasperoyted, you blow up! You know what I think you need?"

"Robin. Stop. Talking." The archer growled, now trying to shake the young protégé of the Batman off him. Robin was stuck to him like a fly on flypaper, jerking about every direction he tried to whip him off. By now Wally was openly laughing, which wasn't helping his cause, and he could hear Artemis and M'gann stifling giggles.

"I think that you need to approych all this bad karma differently. Like sparring with me, to clear your mind! And then-."

"Rob!"

"We could get some froyo, cause I'm kind of in the mood for some and you owe me."

Arrow lifted Robin up so that the boy was eye level with him, and conjured his most irritated glare possible. Robin seemed carefree, slightly swinging in his elder's hold as if he were on a jungle gym, smirking deviously, and clicking the steel-heels of his boots together in content. Glares never affected Robin; his mentor was the father of all glares. They remained in this peculiar stare-down for the entirety of ten seconds before, of course, Robin broke it.

"Y'know what I just thought of?!" He asked suddenly with a gasp. He could tell that, behind the domino mask, Roy raised an eyebrow. "The perfect name for a spoof TV show for you!"

"Enlighten me." The blue-eyed redhead replied sarcastically.

"Ok, ok, ok, you ready for this?! That's. So. Royven."

Roy's glare hardened so much if felt like the room could've dropped a few degrees in temperature. Robin, however, was immune. Then, the archer smirked with a sudden change of thought. "Y'know something? You're right. Maybe kicking your butt into tomorrow will help me relax."

"You mean help you roylax."

Roy's face dropped, and with it he dropped Robin on the ground, carelessly. "Center ring, boy blunder. You'll regret ever making puns out of my name."

Grinning triumphantly, Robin rolled up to his feet and cartwheeled over to the sparring platform with enthusiasm. He'd gotten his spar with his 'big brother', exactly how he wanted. He just had to trick Roy into wanting it. It was a good thing that task was simple to pull off for the trickster.

"I can't help it, you just make it roylly easy."

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Next chapter (vote):
A. Unintentionally humiliating daddybats in public
B. Meeting the League
C. wordplay (surprise word)