Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Dashing across the top of a towering brick wall, Robin pulled out his grappling gun as he simultaneously leapt downwards towards an alley below. He flipped through the air as he pulled the trigger, shooting the grappling hook towards some rooftop. Robin propelled himself effortlessly through the air as his black and yellow cape flapped behind him.

Landing with less grace than the Bat himself would, but certainly more grace than any average person, Robin hopped onto a fire escape and proceeded to leap from building to wall to building.

Mean while, Kid Flash's feet padded lightly against the earth. His steps so quick they could bypass any motion detection or pressure sensor, he ran along side his mentor. The Flash, aka Barry Allen, grinned hugely.

"Well ain't you excited, Kid?"

"That I finally get to meet Boy Wonder?" The young boy dressed head to tow in yellow questioned, a devilish smirk on his face.

The Flash merely laughed, "Well are you?"

"Of course. Who wouldn't like a new friend?" The smirk remained.

Barry sighed, muttering only half facetiously, "More like new victim."

Robin gazed over Gotham through the white lenses of his mask. Batman crouched in the darkness nearby, observing the crime-ridden city with a stern look. Only Boy Wonder understood that look to one of anxiousness.

"It'll be fine Batman." Robin sighed.

"You haven't met Kid Flash. You don't know him, he-"

"It'll be fine. Geez, I didn't realize Bats got worry warts!" Robin chuckled to himself. Batman's scowl grew more scowlish.

Within seconds, Boy Wonder glimpsed a red blur dash up the side of the Wayne Industries building – a structure that was more wide than tall and chosen as meeting place solely out of convenience.

Though the experienced speedster had no difficulty with scaling the building, the same could not be said for the yellow blur trailing behind him. After several tries, Flashboy finally managed to make it up high enough to zip up an emergency stairwell and reach the roof.

"Took you long enough." Robin teased, hopping off his perch on the luminescent "W." As he straightened up to look the Flash protégé in the face, his gaze was met with the singular most gorgeous blue eyes he'd ever seen.

"Well I'm worth the wait, Boy Wonderful." One of the blue eyes winked at him and Robin froze, every muscle in his body tensing. Kid Flash's eyes popped against the yellow of his flatteringly form-fitting costume. Surprising the urge to gulp and staying silent for fear of saying stupid (especially in front of Batman,) Robin remained a good six feet from the young speedster.

Kid Flash, on the other hand, moved casually, his shocking eyes raking up and down Robin appreciatively, with an indescribably mischievous grin on his young face. He inched himself closer and Robin counted every step those red boots took. 1. Five feet. 2. Four feet... "Hmm? Something wrong Birdboy?" such a voice! His words glided off his tongue and floated through the air.

"Kid Flash," Batman stepped out of the shadows to intervene, but the speedster seemed only a little taken aback, "His name is Robin."

"Gee willikers Batsy; it was just a joke!" Kid Flash gave Batman. THE Batman. A cheeky little grin, "Calm don't won't ya?"

Robin knew that scowl. Kid Flash was one "williker" away from getting a batarang lodged in his shoulder.

"Dude!" Boy Wonder whispered vehemently towards the yellow-clad sidekick, "You can't say that to him. He's the god damn Batman!"

Kid Flash only laughed. A creepily high-pitched laugh Robin could only envy. That laugh could send chills down even Scarecrow's spine. "Don't worry about me Robin. The big Bat hasn't killed me yet."

The Flash sighed heavily, deciding to finally join the conversation rather than observe with an all-too-amused grin on his face. "Alright there, Kiddo. Enough of that. Now, talk some more with Robin here, I've got some League stuff for Batman and I to discuss."

He zoomed over to the Dark Knight and led him away from the sidekicks, but not before turning back and adding teasingly, "Play nice now!"

With a smirk that clearly displayed to Robin that "playing nice" was not what Kid Flash had in mind, the mustard speedster turned back to Gotham's favorite bird. Three steps closer. Three feet away. Kid Flash leaned forward just a bit, their faces were comfortably distant and Robin silently prayed it stayed that way. "So, you come here often Chickadee?"

"Listen, Blue eyes, love to have a battle of the pick up lines with you, but I'm Robin. I'm a hero right now. I don't have time to mess around-"

"Bullcrap, we both know that's Bat-brainwash talking." Another wink, another foot closer, and Kid Flash leaned in even closer, his blue eyes becoming all Robin could focus on.

"Come off it; we both know you're just trying to mess with me. Like with the guards at Buckingham Palace, you're trying to see if you can make the Boy Wonder crack. Well I don't get distracted so easy." Robin rolled his eyes beneath the mask and crossed on gloved forearm over the other – he'd been through this game before.

But the blue eyes only sparkled with more interest. One foot. Too close! Too close! Robin attempted to back away but quickly found that his muscles were too tense to move. He had to admit Kid Flash was pretty cute, but not cute enough to risk Batman's wrath. In the Robin uniform, he needed to stay professional and-

"Quite the opposite, Pretty Bird, you seemed to be quite tracted."

Nervously, Robin ran a hand through his bright red hair. Underneath the mask his green eyes widened with shock as their faces were now inches apart.

"Listen, Kid, you're a little young for me-"

"I don't mind." The raven-haired beauty replied in a sing-song tone. Robin blushed fervently. Oh yeah. Robin though sarcastically, This is going just FINE.

"Look Kid Flirt," The speedster only seemed pleased by the new nickname, "I've got what's called a personal bubble and-" The inches were decreasing gradually. Kid Flash's lips inched closer. Eleven year old lips? Twelve? Too young! What did this kid think he was doing? "Stop it okay. Okay you win you're little game now. Stop. Don't. Richard!"

That brought Kid Flash to a screeching halt. He backed away about a foot and Robin could practically see the gears in his hyper-accelerated brain working.

"You know my secret identity?" Kid Flash finally asked, more thunderstruck than threatening. Though Robin doubted this yellow-clad kid could ever by threatening.

"Batman and I... We're the Dynamic Duo..." Robin nervously combed his gloved fingers through his ginger hair again. How to explain? "We know almost all the hero's identities-"

"But let me guess," Richard interrupted, his expression becoming unreadable, but his eyes filling with some indescribably ominous emotion, "I can't know your name?"

"...Sorry." Robin refused to meet the shorter side kick in the eye.

Kid Flash pouted for about a millisecond before we heard Batman and Flash start to walk back over to our corner of the building. Now the smirk returned with a vengeance, "That's okay Lovebird, I like a mystery."

Flash blurred towards the two boys, putting his hand on Kid Flash's shoulder, he asked gently – almost fatherly, "I'm done with my little 'conference,' you ready to go?"

"Yeah sure." The younger speedster flashed a grin at his scarlet bearing mentor who Robin knew to be his adoptive father.

Barry zipped down the side of the building, waving bye to Batman, who was still gliding towards his ward in that darkly graceful way, his feet hidden by the cape. Kid Flash took the opportunity to whisper in Robin's ear as he started after his mentor.

"My friends call me Dick by the way," Dick's breath tickled Robin's ear and he caught a glimpse of a sly smirk as Kid Flash blurred out of sight, racing after his mentor. Still frozen, Robin stood there a moment longer before Batman came up, putting a gray hand on his sidekick's caped shoulder.

"Now you see why I was worried?" He asked gruffly.

"Y-yeah." Wally attempted to hide his blush, for one he was happy Batman preferred the dark because crouching in the shadows meant no one seeing how beet red and flustered Wally's face had become.

[A/N:

With this fic I'm trying to examine how much Wally or Dick's superhero identity is tied to their true personalities.

Hopefully that wasn't too awful a start. What you think? Anyone at all surprised? Is anyone wondering why Dick's being such flirt? Is anyone simply wondering what's going on?

It'll all be explained soon. So keep reading! And commenting would be nice too.]