What You Fear The Most: part 2

WARNING!
THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS:
-KF/ROBIN PAIRING

DO NOT CONTINUE IF THIS BOTHERS YOU

thank you
-SixDimensionalDragon

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            Dick Grayson breathed in the faint scent of laundry detergent that still clung to is pillow, trying to clam himself down, trying so hard not to let the tears threatening to fall leave his deep blue eyes. He tried to look over the facts again.
            There was so much evidence supporting the fact that he and Wally West were friends, the best of friends, but no matter how much he thought about and how many times he could think of to back up that fact, none of it measured up to the fact that Wally first thought of him when drugged with fear gas.
            He was being illogical, and he knew it, but that little voice in the back of his mind wouldn't shut up. He hates you, you know. He only pretends to like you because he's terrified you'll beat him to a pulp. What kind of person terrifies their own "best friend"?
            And then he was angry. Angry at Wally for making him believe they were friends, angry at Scarecrow for poisoning him, angry at Bruce for not being home when he wanted someone to talk to, angry at Alfred for no particular reason, angry at that voice for being so right. But mostly he was angry at himself. Why should he care this much? Why did it feel like his heart was torn into tiny pieces? Why had he tried so much to be terrifying to his enemies, when obviously all it does is freak out his friends? And why, WHY was he crying about it all?!?
            Eventually, Dick was able to calm himself down and decided that, even if Wally hated him, he couldn't just leave him in the BatCave all alone. So the boy wonder, eyes puffy and red for tears, carried the ginger speedster back up from the dark and dreary Cave through the silent mansion and up into his own room. It took longer without Alfred's help but Dick didn't wan to wake him, and didn't want to have to explain his current appearance.
            When he had put Wally on his bed and ruffly thrown the covers over him, he curled up with his knees held against his chest in his soft armchair across the room, and slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep.

            Wally awoke as sunlight hit his eyelids, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. He yawned and looked around, slowly realizing he wasn't at home. He was in Dick's room, and in a chair opposite to the bed, glaring down at the floor, was the boy wonder himself.
            "Hey, dude. 'Morning." the speedster said, lazily stretching out his arms.
            No response.
            "Hey, Rob? You okay?"
            The dark-haired boy mumbled something into his knee.
            "Whatcha say?"
            "…no."
            Kid Flash was instantly on the floor in front of him. "What's wrong, man? Are you hurt?"
            For a long moment the younger hero stared at Wally's emerald-green eyes, causing him to shift uncomfortably.
            "See! That! You can't even look at me…" He returned to scowling at the floor.
            "What? Dude, what are you talking about?"
            "…Do you remember… what happened last night?"
            "Uhh…" Wally blushed slightly. "I snuck into your room through the window and… you said i could make myself comfortable… then…" He faltered, unable to recall anymore of the previous night. "…Oh, man… What did I do? Listen, Dick, I've been really off the last couple of days so whatever I did--"
            "Do you know why you've been 'off'?"
            "Erm…"
            "You were gassed. By Scarecrow."
            "Oh," then his eyes grew wide as he understood. "OH! That makes sense!That'd explain the nightmares."
            "About me." Dick whispered turning his face into the chair so Wally wouldn't see his tears reforming.
            Kid's blush deepened. "I- I… told you about that?"
            "…yeah…"
            "Listen, dude--"
            "No, Wally, please. Please, I- I need you to listen to me." He slid of the chair onto the floor to face the freckled boy, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. "I know I scare you, but please,please don't stop hanging around me! I- I need you to stay my friend, and maybe- maybe if you give me a chance I can be… better and not… the most terrifying thing… you've ever seen…" by now the boy was trying to not have a complete break down and his face was soaked from crying. "…maybe I can--"
            "Dude, stop talking," Wally commanded holding his hand over Robin's mouth. "'Cause seriously, what are you talking about? I'm not afraid of you."
            "Don't lie," he managed through the strong hands.
            "Is that what you thought my bad dreams were about? Why would I run all the way here to see you if I was scared of you?" He put his hand on the small boys shoulders, a gesture he hoped was reassuring.
            "So what were your nightmares about then? 'Cause you kept saying my name… and screaming."
            Wally turned as red as his flaming hair and was suddenly unable to meet Dicks eyes "In my dreams… you were there, and- and you were… dead… I kept seeing you die, and…" he shuddered without realizing.
            Dick blinked dumbly a few times a few times as he took that in. The worst thing in the world for Wally… is me dying? But then would that mean…?
            "Well…" said Kid standing up after a moment or two of silence. "I guess I should head home."
            "Wait!"
            He froze half-way to the door and looked curiously back at his friend.
            "It's just I… I got a new video game a couple days ago, so if you wanted to…"
            "Nah, thanks dude, but I haven't slept well in days. I'm beat. I think I should go home so I can collapse."
            "You could sleep here." Dick whispered.
            "What?"
            "Well, I mean, I just… you're already here so you could… just crash here for a bit."
            "You sure?"
            "Totally."
            "Cool!" The speedster jumped on the super-sized bed and under the covers, and almost instantly fell asleep.

            He didn't remember the dream when he woke, but he thought it's way better than being haunted by zombie versions of your best bud.
            He shifted slightly under the covers, so comfortable he almost fell back to sleep, but then he noticed something tickling his right arm which he had stretched across the other pillows. He looked over only to find a head of jet-black hair laying on top of his forearm. His smiled broadly at Robin sleeping happily beside him and reached out to softly touch his cheek.
            "Dude," muttered Dick without opening his eyes. "You petting me is making it hard to catch up on some 'Z's."
            Wally's grinned but, for once, couldn't think of anything to say.
            Rob half-opened his  tired sea-blue eyes. "Is me dying really the most terrifying thing that you could think of?"
            "I- I--" Wally stammered, caught a bit off guard.
            "'Cause I think the worst thing that could happen to me would be to lose you."
            "…really?"
            Dick nodded and curled up closer to the ginger, who felt his face burn with embarrassment.
            "'Night, KF."
            "It's five thirty seven p.m., dude," he replied looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand, but he smiled, wrapped his arms around the young hero and nuzzled his face into the boy wonders hair. "Sleep well, Rob."
            Then Wally thought of something.
            "Hey, Dick?" he whispered.
            "Mm?"
            "You know I'll always protect you, right?"
            Dick laughed his mischievous cackle quietly "Whatever, man."
            "No, really." Kid lifted Robin's chin so their eyes met. "I will always protect you."
            For a moment the boy wonder silent then he curled back up  under the ginger's chin.
            "Thanks, KF."