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He’s in the middle of Calculus when there’s a horrible rumbling at the front of the school.
Heads turn and faces press up against the windows. Then girls start swooning.
Dick is on the opposite side of the room from the windows, but he doesn’t bother getting up. He’s running a list of people through his head that could cause that reaction.
By the time he’s narrowed it down to three people, there’s a messenger at the door asking for him to come down to Student Resources.
Roy is chatting up the receptionist while he fills out a piece of paper. Judging by the way Roy is laying it on thick, Dick assumes that he’s here without Bruce’s knowledge.
“Hey, short tank.” Roy is all smiles and wraps his arm around Dick’s shoulders. “Everything’s taken care of so that I can get you out of here.” He leads Dick out quickly to where he parked his motorcycle.
But Dick is angry and he tries to being snarky first. “Win that in a poker game, did you?”
It’s a 2010 Benelli Tre 1130K Amazonas, and Robin is severely unimpressed with it.
But Roy grins and laughs. “Yup. Need to fix the engine though. I’ll be able to do it in a few weeks if all goes well.” He tosses a helmet to Dick and straddles his bike.
“Get on.”
Dick wants to say no, but he’s already wrapping his arms around Roy’s waist and then they’re speeding down the streets and merging onto the highway towards Metropolis.
On the outskirts of the city, they walk into a mini-mart and start piling purchases into Dick’s bag. The fifteen different types of candy and five large bags of chips go in and they decide that Dick will hold the plastic bag of soda and water between him and Roy.
Well, Roy decides it. Dick just gives off the aura equivalent of a blizzard.
Back on the bike, Roy changes direction and heads towards the coast. Dick is still giving him the cold shoulder.
The beach they arrive at has a giant white screen blocking the horizon. The sun’s setting behind them and Roy curses.
“Dammit, forgot a blanket. Come on, I’ll be surprised if there isn’t some store around here that doesn’t sell beach towels.”
Dick puts his bags on the ground and doesn’t move.
“Dick?”
Dick whipped his head up to look Roy in the eye and snapped, “What’s the point of all this? Why are you being so nice? We haven’t heard from you since Dr. Roquette and that was months ago!”
Roy stared at Dick for a minute, then spoke carefully. “I quit being a sidekick, Dick.”
“Yeah, I get that already.”
“But I’m assuming Ollie didn’t mention that I also quit living with him and left to go live on my own.” Roy stared at Dick longer, watching him scowl and look away. “But I know you’re smart enough to know otherwise.”
“You didn’t even tell us where you were going.”
“Didn’t see the point at the time. I was angry, Dick. I still am, sometimes. I was on my own, and the first thing I did was buy a crappy apartment in the nicer side of Hub City.” Roy snorted. “Not that ‘nice’ actually means anything in that city.”
“I already know that. Me and Wally tracked you.”
Roy rolled his eyes. “Figures.”
They stare at everything but each other before Roy speaks again.
“I quit being a sidekick, Dick. That doesn’t mean I quit you guys.”
Dick finally looks fully at Roy for the first time that day, actually listening. He wants to believe.
“Let me try again.”
And he does.
“Come on,” Roy smirks softly, in a teasing sort of way. His arm sneaks out to hook Dick around the neck again. “Let’s go find something to sit on before Wally and Kaldur get here. They’re showing classics from the Forties this week. I expect to have you cultured by the time I get you back to Daddy Bats.”
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