Pairing: Wally West x reader/batsis
Summary: moment of intimacy during the pre-Christmas bustle
A crisp winter evening settles over Gotham, snowflakes drifting lazily past the towering skyscrapers. The city is alive with twinkling holiday lights, their glow reflecting off the fresh powder coating the streets. The Batcave's elevator doors slide open with a quiet hiss, revealing Wally shaking snow from his hair like a golden retriever. Â
Wally West: "Brrr! Remind me again why we don't just spend Christmas in Hawaii?"Â Â
He spots y/n perched on the edge of the Batcomputer platform, her legs swinging absently as she tinkers with what appears to be a miniature freeze rayâholiday gift wrapping strewn haphazardly around her. She doesn't look up, but the corner of her mouth quirks.
Y/N: "Because someone promised Dick they'd help decorate the manor." Her screwdriver pauses. "And because Alfred would personally hunt you down if you skipped his eggnog."Â Â
Wally gasps dramatically, clutching his chest as he speed-shucks his coat.
Wally West: "You wound me! I would *never* abandon the sacred Wayne Family Christmas⢠tradition." He zips over, peering at her project. "Especially not when you're weaponizing holiday decor." Â
Girl finally glances up, her eyes glittering with mischief under the cave's dim lighting. She holds up the modified ornamentânow humming ominously with cryo-tech.
Y/N: "Jason requested 'something to shut Drake up' during carols."Â Â
Their laughter mingles in the cavernous space as Wally plops down beside her.
Outside, the grandfather clock chimes midnightâChristmas Eve officially begun. Somewhere above, the faint sound of Dick cursing at tangled lights echoes through the manor.
Wally nudges her shoulder gently, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
Wally West: "Merry Christmas, sweetheart"Â Â
*Y/N's fingers still over the freeze ray. For a heartbeat, the cave holds its breath. ThenâÂ
âshe leans into his side, her head coming to rest against his shoulder.
Y/N: *(muffled)* "Shut up and pass the solder."Â Â
But the way her hand finds his beneath the workbench tells a different story. The snow falls heavier outside. Somewhere in the city, church bells begin to ring.
And for the first time in a long time, Gotham feels something like home.
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