Drink Part 6

"Here ya go kid." An older man said as he snuck Dick two bottles of liqueur.

"Thanks." Dick replied as he poured one of the drinks into his water bottle.  It was another Friday night the way Dick had been spending his last weekends: Drinking. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it started vibrating.

"Hey Alfred. What's up?" Dick asked. He was so glad Alfred called before he stared drinking.

"Master Bruce has been hurt and I will not be able to take care of him this weekend since I will be out of town. When you return home, just make sure Master Bruce is fine. He is already on some painkillers and will be going to bed soon."

"Okay Alfred. Have fun in. . ." Dick struggled to remember where Alfred was going for the weekend.

"Germany, Master Dick." Alfred reminded the forgetful teen.

"Got it. Have fun!" Dick said before hanging up and calling his friends.

"Devin, Rick, lets have some fun tonight. I have some drinks and the night to ourselves."

"Sounds good! We were bored at my place anyway." Devin answered. Dick made his way to his friend's home and walked through the door. The house was empty except for the two other boys. Dick handed Rick the other bottle of liqueur while Devin grabbed three glasses.

Once they ran out of their drinks, Devin looked through the fridge and found a bottle of tequila. He grabbed three shot glasses from his dad's cabinet and they started drinking even more.

After a few hours of drinking and laughing, Dick and Rick made their ways home. By the time Dick got up to the front step, he was flooded with depressed emotions. He fished for his keys, wanting to go to sleep and forget about the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He opened his eyes as he remembered he left his keys in his backpack.

He ground as he leaned his head against the door. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and looked through his contacts, seeing if anyone could help him. He looked at his local friends and decided no, knowing that none of them could  drive and he didn't think he would survive walking to someone's home. He called Wally up, but his answering machine said he was on vacation with his family for the weekend.

He started tearing up as he felt worse and worse. He looked through his phone one more time, hoping a number would appear and save him. Then he saw the one person he could always trust.

"Roy?" Dick asked shakily. "I need your help."

"Dick? What's wrong? It's two in the morning." Roy answered.

"I need your help Roy." Dick cried. "Please come get me."

"Well what's wrong? Why can't you ask Bruce?" Roy asked.

"Bruce can't help. I need your help!" Dick started crying.

"Okay okay, I'm coming. Where are you?"

"I'm at the mansion. Please hurry." Dick cried into the phone.

Within a half an hour, Roy rolled into the driveway. Dick stumbled over to the car as Roy walked toward him. Dick threw his arms around Roy as he started balling.

"Dick what happened? Are you okay?" Roy's voice turned from worry into interrogation. "Why do you smell like tequila?"

"I'm so sorry Roy! I'm so sorry!" Dick sobbed. He buried his face into Roy's chest.

Roy sighed as he brought the sobbing boy over to the car. He stuck him in the passenger door and got into his door. Once he started driving. Dick latched on to Roy's right arm, forcing the archer to drive with his left. Dick sobbed almost the whole way to Roy's apartment. By the time Roy parked in his parking spot, Dick had stopped crying and was just sniffling slightly.

Roy opened the passenger door and Dick fell onto Roy. He let Dick lean on him as they walked up the stairs to his apartment. Once they were securely in his house, Roy started interrogating Dick.

"Why have you been drinking? Where did you even get the drinks?!" Roy yelled, but he noticed how sad and innocent the small boy looked. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat next to the boy on the bed.

"Just tell me what started this." Roy said softly. He stroked Dick's hair as the teen laid his head on the older boy's shoulder.

"I failed." He mumbled.

"What?" Roy asked softly. Dick started tearing up again.

"I failed my Social Studies test." He buried his face in Roy's shoulder and wept. Roy held the boy and rubbed his back as he cried.

"It's okay Dick, we all have an off day, but what made you think drinking was the best way to fix it?" Roy asked.

"I don't know. I'm just stupid!" Dick yelled as he sobbed even harder.

"You're not stupid Dick." Roy cooed. Dick got up from his sitting position and started pacing around the room, throwing his arms in anger and sadness as he talked.

"I really am! I mean, maybe if I were smarter, my parents wouldn't have died. Batman wouldn't have to save me every time some villain gets me. I wouldn't always be the dumb little kid everyone has to watch to make sure I don't kill myself doing something stupid!" Dick collapsed on the floor, crying his eyes out.

Roy ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of cool water. He went back to the boy weeping on his floor and he hugged Dick.

"You're not stupid. You're the smartest kid I know. There was nothing anyone could have done to help your parents, and we all have a bad day." Roy comforted Dick as he stopped crying.

He handed Dick the glass of water and he gladly took and started sipping at it. Roy ran to the bathroom and grabbed some aspirins. Dick took them as he continued to drink.

"I'm gonna call Bruce." Roy said as he grabbed his phone.

"No! Please don't." Dick yelped.

"I have to Dick. Drinking is a serious problem, and I don't know if you have done this before." Roy started dialing the number.

"I haven't ever drank before this! Just please don't tell Brue!" He exclaimed.

He looked up at Roy with despair in his eyes. "Please." He whispered.

Roy looked down at the desperate boy. The phone picked up to a tired Bruce.

"Hello Mr. Wayne. I have Dick here at my apartment. No, he's fine, he just needed someone to talk to and he's going to stay the night. Okay Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry for calling so late." Roy hung up the phone and picked up the small boy from the floor.

"Thank you." Dick whispered almost inaudibly. Roy tucked his little 'brother' into his bed. Roy watched as the small boy fell asleep.

He looked so peaceful at the moment, but he wondered why the little teen that he always looked at so innocently was adapting to such a destructive solution to his problems.