Young Justice Trash

Back in the Day (Pt. One)

-IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT IN THE NEXT PART-

-This is the first part of a short series of who Dick met his now friends for the first time when they were younger. The ages are about 8 & 10-

Dick swung his legs back and forth, He was in Central city because Bruce had some meetings or whatever. Right now, they were in the lobby too some science- forensic- research place. Dick did NOT care, he was waiting for Bruce to be done.

There was another kid in the (Practically empty) lobby. He was across the room, practically staring Dick down. The kid had a flit of red hair, and looked like someone took a paint brush of peanut butter and splatter painted his skin with freckles. The kid got up and crossed the lobby, sitting next to Dick.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." Dick said.

"Why are you here?" He Said.

"Why are you here?" Dick said.

"Can you speak without repeating me?" He said.

"Yes." Dick said.

"Cool." The Boy bumped his back against the uncomfortable backrest. "So, why are you here? I've never seen other kids around here."

"My, uh... guardian is in there." Dick replied, having learnt the word guardian just to refer to Bruce.

"neat." A few seconds of silence. "My uncle has me for the weekend. He was sent here from a few doors down to help with some work." Another few seconds of quiet. "So... you like video games?"

"Yes! I do!" Dick exclaimed. "I make a player named NightWing..."

Immidiately, the kids hit it off. Dick talked excitedly is shaky English about video games, and how Awesome his custom character NightWing was. The red haired kid had trouble understanding his accent, and had to ask him to repeat himself a lot. Dick didn't care, he just slowed down and tried his best to pronounce everything correctly.

Finally, after the redhead had taken over and spent twenty whole minutes talking about his favorite games, they ran out of things to say.

"Do you live nearby?" He asked.

Dick shook his head. "I'm live in Gotham." He explained.

Wally ignored the grammatical error. "Wow, Gotham? That's where Batman works!"

Dick's face lit up. "YEAH! Batman is my favorite!"

"Ehh, he's pretty cool, but nothing beats Flash."

Dick didn't want to argue for fear of loosing his new friend. "You like Flash?"

"Yeah! He's super cool!" He leaned in closer to this, as though the secretary at the desk was eaves dropping. She wasn't. "I'm going to be just like him."

"How?"

"Okay, this is TOP SECRET, okay?"

"Yes." Dick nodded.

"I'm making an experiment with stuff from school that will turn me into a Flash."

Dick looked at him in disbelief. "Won't work!"

"How do you know?" Wally asked. "I'm really good at science! My Uncle Barry -he's in there- told me that I'm better at science than anyone in my grade!" The redhead, sure that Dick understood that he was smart, continued. "I keep asking my Uncle Barry about how the Flash exists, but he kept lying. So, I lied and gave a wrong answer, and he told it to me."

"Why?"

"Cause he's always trying to teach me science, so if I pretend not to know, he'll explain everything!"

Dick thought this was incredibly smart. "Wow. Yes, sometimes I pretend that I'm hungry, then I don't need to go to bed early!" He bragged.

The two chatted busily for several minutes, climaxing in the two boys chasing each other around the lobby. The redhead older and thus was slightly faster; "When I'm a Flash, I'm gonna be WAY faster! I'm gonna be a HUNDRED times faster!"

"Dick." A voice called from the hallway. "Ready to go?"

He moaned, but knew he couldn't fight. "Fine."

"Wait!" The redhead called. "Do you have an email?"

"No." Dick replied.

"Does you're house have a phone?"

Dick brightened up a little. "Yeah!"

"Gimme your digits!"

He looked to Bruce, who reluctantly nodded; it was a landline, it's not like he could harass or stalk Dick over the phone. Also, he was about ten.

Dick repeated the phone number to the tune of Mary had a Little Lamb (it was the only way he could memorize it). The redheaded boy wrote his arm with a marker and promised to call later.

"Goodbye!" Dick called, hurrying to his guardian.

"Later!" The redhead waved, kicking his legs back and forth.

Bruce walked his kid from the building and towards the car. "Did you make a friend?"

"YA!" Dick grinned, trying to relate their conversation. "His uncle is working in there, and he likes games a lot!"

"What's his name?" Bruce helped Dick with his seatbelt, which had gotten trapped behind his carseat.

Dick opened his mouth to answer but hesitated. "He didn't say." Dick and the other kid had talked and played for about twenty minutes, and never shared their names. Dick felt disappointed, if the other boy didn't call, he might not see his new friend ever again. Not fun for a kid with no friends and attachment issues.

Bruce caught on to Dick's disappointed. "Hey, Dickie, you've been really good today. How about we pick up some treats on our way into Gotham?"

"Okay... yes please." He tried to pep himself up.

It looked like He'd just have to sit still and hope the redheaded boy would call soon.