Motion Sensors, Beware

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Robin here. If you know me, you know what I do. If you don't, best you never find out. Welcome, and make yourselves at home. M!A: None. (( Independent RP of 17 year-old Dick Grayson. ))

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Halfway to Heaven's Door

October 16 Bludhaven

Wally chuckled to himself at Dick’s obvious irritation, but pressed back into his touch, wrapping his arms around Dick more tightly to better share some of the warmth he knew Dick loved. And, well, maybe it also guaranteed Robin wouldn’t be ninja-ing away without him, even as a joke. "Don’t walk around the house topless in heels, huh?" he smirked a little, "They do if you ask nicely.” Wally dialed back the zoom on his lenses, a little bored himself watching a stranger get off to what looked like the most pedestrian pizza-man porn ever, and okay, the thought of pizza was actually way more arousing then the porn right now - gooey cheesy, maybe it had pepperoni and olives and hell, throw in some pineapple for variety - but another slight shift from Rob deeper into his arms brought him back - right. Teasing Robs. "And since when has watching a dude jack off been so awful, anyway?" he snickered, but immediately flushed red over his ears himself at the thought, christ how embarrassing would that be? He’d been way too focused on the jiggle of the porn-chick’s boobs (and possibly the way the dude’s abs reminded him of Robin’s, you know, as a poor second) to even consider it.

“Booriiiiiing~” At least he knew that with the porn running in the background, Wally would keep his attention on the room, so Dick could afford to take a couple minutes to appreciate his living windbreaker. “Why would you want her topless in heels when you could have her in fishnets and an apron instead?”

Dick had spent a ridiculous amount of money replacing fishnets during his time with Zatanna. He could feel the heat radiating from Wally, and oh, he would never stop pointing out how— “You blush like a redhead.” All the way down from his ears past his chest to his thighs. It was hilarious and adorable and hot at the same time, and Dick was sure that if he ever stopped to think about everything that was wrong with him, his boyfriend would be on the list multiple times. Even Artemis never thought Wally’s eating habits were cute. Pulling his head away, Dick squinted against the cold wind and smirked. “Why, Mr. West.” Batman would kill him for using civilian names in the field, but he really couldn’t resist. “Are you offering to demonstrate the merits of voyeurism?”

Wally had a snappy reply about the fishnets on the tip of his tongue - seriously, did Robs always have to one-up him? - but it was quickly derailed by Dick’s question. R-request. Whatever. "W-hat? Dude, I’m not blushing!" Wally stuttered. "What would there even be to, uhm, blush about? … that’s like, uh, no … and it’s cold and outside and …” and if he wasn’t overheating before he was now. "Uh," Wally’s hands hastily returned to his goggles intently - randomly - adjusting settings, “… god, uncool because mission, dude,important" - the clicks through the zoom lenses made him look busy and, uh, responsible - "… a-and yeah…" he trailed off with an awkward throat clear. Wow, worst idea ever. … r-right?

June 11 North Beach & Ghiradelli Square, San Francisco

Breakfast, or...

Dick barely had time to lock up before Wally was pulling him along, and he had to unlatch his helmet with one hand. He tucked it under his arm, blinking at the sudden increase in brightness. The city was gorgeous, and there was a Chocolaterie right down the street.

“Dessert,” he said decisively, because dating Wally might be seriously impeding his diet but he wasn’t going to care for another six months at least.

Wally bumped their shoulders together. “You wanna go ahead while I put in our names for a table at the pub?”

“Yeah, sure.” Dick heard every word, but frankly he wasn’t listening. Having Wally pressed all along his back for a long period of time was not good for his higher brain functions. “C’mere.”

He looped his free arm around his boyfriend’s neck, twisting gloved fingers into the back of his shirt and licking into his mouth. By the time he pulled away, Wally’s lips were red and wet and his hair looked like he’d forgotten to wear a helmet.

Okay, now he could go. Dick untangled their fingers, blew Wally a kiss and walked away, swaying with each step in front of step like he was walking a slackline.

#kidslipstream #Halfway to Heavens Door

Halfway to Heaven's Door

“Who watches Skinamax anymore?” His grumble might have been lost in the not-so-subtle shift closer against the speedster warmth. Any other time, Dick would have tossed Wally off the building—well, not literally; he was a speedster and could see the attack coming before Robin had actually launched it—but right now he was cold even in his insulated suit, nose almost numb from the wind and unable to even cup it warm, since his gloves were as cold as the rest of him.

Wally, though. Somehow, the guy was still practically radiating heat even through the material of his costume, and Dick was jealous. “Oh yeah because girls totally walk around the house topless wearing heels.” He knew for a fact that they didn’t. “And we never get to see the guy’s face, like what is he, mutilated?” That was the best part. (Okay fine he didn’t care much about faces when he was watching porn himself, but there really was something to be said about Wally’s face when he came.) Oh. Ew. Robin tapped his mask, turning his face into his best friend’s arm, half to hide his eyes, half to actually make sure he still had a nose. “This is stupid. I am not watching some guy jerk off to bad chick flick porn. You’re so interested, you take the rest of the shift.”

Wally chuckled to himself at Dick’s obvious irritation, but pressed back into his touch, wrapping his arms around Dick more tightly to better share some of the warmth he knew Dick loved. And, well, maybe it also guaranteed Robin wouldn’t be ninja-ing away without him, even as a joke. "Don’t walk around the house topless in heels, huh?" he smirked a little, "They do if you ask nicely.” Wally dialed back the zoom on his lenses, a little bored himself watching a stranger get off to what looked like the most pedestrian pizza-man porn ever, and okay, the thought of pizza was actually way more arousing then the porn right now - gooey cheesy, maybe it had pepperoni and olives and hell, throw in some pineapple for variety - but another slight shift from Rob deeper into his arms brought him back - right. Teasing Robs. "And since when has watching a dude jack off been so awful, anyway?" he snickered, but immediately flushed red over his ears himself at the thought, christ how embarrassing would that be? He’d been way too focused on the jiggle of the porn-chick’s boobs (and possibly the way the dude’s abs reminded him of Robin’s, you know, as a poor second) to even consider it.

October 16 Bludhaven

“Booriiiiiing~” At least he knew that with the porn running in the background, Wally would keep his attention on the room, so Dick could afford to take a couple minutes to appreciate his living windbreaker. “Why would you want her topless in heels when you could have her in fishnets and an apron instead?” Dick had spent a ridiculous amount of money replacing fishnets during his time with Zatanna. He could feel the heat radiating from Wally, and oh, he would never stop pointing out how— “You blush like a redhead.” All the way down from his ears past his chest to his thighs. It was hilarious and adorable and hot at the same time, and Dick was sure that if he ever stopped to think about everything that was wrong with him, his boyfriend would be on the list multiple times. Even Artemis never thought Wally’s eating habits were cute. Pulling his head away, Dick squinted against the cold wind and smirked. “Why, Mr. West.” Batman would kill him for using civilian names in the field, but he really couldn’t resist. “Are you offering to demonstrate the merits of voyeurism?”

#kidslipstream #Halfway to Heavens Door

Halfway to Heaven's Door

June 11

North Beach & Ghirardelli Square, San Francisco

"Naaah," Wally laughed. It would take a lot more than 70 mph—really the fastest you could go through the stoplights and stop signs and construction and traffic— to take him down. It made him warm when Dick fussed, though, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Dick’s torso, who seemed a little less excited than Wally had hoped. Food first, then. That was always the best solution to any problem. World-class chocolate food. The bridge was probably still covered in fog, anyway. "Go up Columbus Street to the left," Wally called, "by that park," and the two boys zoomed past a picaresque church and beneath the wires hanging from the trees that ran the electric buses. The city opened up as they approached the beach to the North, sky growing wider as the buildings got shorter, sun spattering the boulevard with shadows from twisting trees on triangular islands carved by the caddy-corner direction that Columbus Ave cut across San Francisco. Just before the waterfront, they hit a row of old brick manufactories, like The Cannery, remnants from before earthquake codes outlawed the fragile building blocks, covered in stately vines and flower trellises. "Leftleft,” Wally called, almost missing the turn. Dick veered expertly into the curve, and they found themselves a couple of blocks down on Beach Street, in front of a gentrified factory and series of shops, gutted and reconstructed into a little square with a fountain. Tourists already flowed past a violin-wielding goth with a Mohawk, dropping coins in an open violin case at his feet. The cycle buzzed beneath them as Dick stalled underneath the giant sign over the square: Ghirardelli. "Kinda tourist-y," Wally said, "but they make fucking great chocolate. Food, too. Classier than Fisherman’s Wharf, anyway." Dick nodded and puttered down the street, looking for parking, and Wally pulled off his helmet as they climbed off the bike. He leaned in and grinned conspiratorially, lacing his free fingers with Dick’s and tugging him toward the restaurant. "So what do you want first? Breakfast or dessert?"

October 16 Bludhaven

“We’re on a stakeout!” Dick hissed, a little awed by the little smear of chocolate on Wally’s forehead because how did he even manage to get it up there? (It didn’t look good shut up brain.) “Can you at least try to be quiet?”

Wally was being disgusting. If anyone came looking for them, Wally was literally leaving them a trail of crumbs to follow. Crumbs from Assorted Ghirardelli Chocolate Squares, and he couldn’t be bothered to even unwrap them quietly. Dick really wished the redhead would smear that chocolate over himself instead of on the floor. Really. Batman would have had his head if Robin let his ice cream melt and drip all over Gotham, and here Wally was entirely disregarding their stealth training despite being in his black stealth suit.

Yes, it was just surveillance, and the possibility of anything actually happening tonight was close to zero, but there was something called professionalism.

Even if the black did make the red of his hair stand out even brighter.

Dick couldn’t really remember encountering this sort of a problem before, but he and Zatanna were usually put on different teams when they split up, and Robin and Batgirl usually had Bruce looming over them constantly. Batman was such a boner-kill.

But right now, it was just the two of them, and Dick was starting to realize why Kaldur didn’t like putting Miss M and Supey together.

Robin crouched lower on the roof, absently reaching for a piece from Wally’s stupid box and refocusing on the third floor window of the building in front of them. The new binocular vision on his mask worked wonderfully. He’d have to thank Red Tornado for it.

“I bet they can hear you eating all the way from in there.”

In there.

While they were stuck out here in the cold.

When he could be snuggling up to Wally somewhere inside.

Stakeouts kinda sucked.

"Relahx Rhobs," Wally snuffled through his fifth piece of milk chocolate and caramel, adding the wrapper to the pile. "We’re like, what, the fourteenth shift? No one’s bothered this guy for days. He’ll give his testimony next week, Mandrake will go down, boom, finished.” He shifted up from his spot by the over-sized air vent and, yawning, sauntered over to his boyfriend at the edge of the roof. “If they’ve cycled protection of this dude down to just two of us at a time, BC’s not that worried anymore, right?” Wally glanced down at a flashing button on his wrist pad. “Annnnd yep, Iris just IM’d me to remind me that this is not excuse to slack off on my senior thesis … Really?” The redhead exhaled an exasperated sigh that ruffled the red tufts of hair flopping over his cowl and knelt down behind Robin, propping his elbows lightly on Dick’s crouched form, and his chin on the top of his hair. "Mannnn, I’m bored," he whined. He could almost feel Dick’s eyeroll beneath him, but Wally ignored Dick’s huff and clicked on his own set of goggles to peek into the window of import below. "Wow, that is a sweet suite set-up,” Wally murmured. “What I want to know is why the League couldn’t have sprung for that for all the hard-working crimefighters. Flash swore to me crime doesn’t pay.” "How’re we supposed to be at our best if …" - he paused around another bite of caramel as he idly scanned the rest of the building - "Ftheshe ‘r ‘ncredible Robhs, by ‘he way, still good after four months" he swallowed, "… be our best if we’re cold and wet and, oh hey - uh, dude - Skinamax. Room 406 just got interesting.”

((Pst read from the beginning if you need to catch up: Halfway to Heaven’s Door))

“Who watches Skinamax anymore?” His grumble might have been lost in the not-so-subtle shift closer against the speedster warmth. Any other time, Dick would have tossed Wally off the building—well, not literally; he was a speedster and could see the attack coming before Robin had actually launched it—but right now he was cold even in his insulated suit, nose almost numb from the wind and unable to even cup it warm, since his gloves were as cold as the rest of him. Wally, though. Somehow, the guy was still practically radiating heat even through the material of his costume, and Dick was jealous. “Oh yeah because girls totally walk around the house topless wearing heels.” He knew for a fact that they didn’t. “And we never get to see the guy’s face, like what is he, mutilated?” That was the best part. (Okay fine he didn’t care much about faces when he was watching porn himself, but there really was something to be said about Wally’s face when he came.) Oh. Ew. Robin tapped his mask, turning his face into his best friend’s arm, half to hide his eyes, half to actually make sure he still had a nose. “This is stupid. I am not watching some guy jerk off to bad chick flick porn. You’re so interested, you take the rest of the shift.”

#Halfway to Heavens Door #kidslipstream

Halfway to Heaven's Door

June 11 Batcave, Gotham

Wally liked surprising him.

It was somewhat cute, but mostly amusing when Dick could taste the victory on his boyfriend’s tongue; speedster or not, it wasn’t often that Kid Flash managed to get the drop on Robin, and Dick didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only reason it worked was because he’d been distracted.

Besides, Wally was being pretty distracting himself right now.

“Why, hello to you too,” Dick managed to gasp as Wally’s lips left his to skim over his jaw, the hard line of his bike pressing into his spine. “I take it you’re excited to see me.”

He could feel Wally’s grin against his neck, and Dick pushed him off before he could damage his hair further. The two whole minutes he’d spent in front of the mirror had totally gone to waste.

“Bag.” There was no point in asking if Wally was ready when he was grinning like an actual puppy. “Don’t hang your tongue out in public,” Dick muttered to himself, slinging the messenger bag over his backpack and strapping it down. He plunked a helmet over Wally’s windswept hair, moving to program the zeta tube. “Get on.”

His Hayabusa really wasn’t meant to seat two people—it was barely legal to drive it on public roads—but they’d been squeezing onto it since Dick first got the bike for his sixteenth birthday, even though technically he needed to be seventeen to operate a bike. Sometimes Dick found it best not to question Bruce’s methods, especially when Bruce was buying him a mistress to cheat on the love of his life with.

He could practically feel the R-Cycle’s accusing headlight as he threw a leg over the Hayabusa, scooting forward to let Wally climb behind him and settle down.

It wasn’t until he was revving the engine, his boyfriend’s arms snug around his waist and his chest warm against his back, that Dick remembered to throw a warning look over his shoulder.

“You better not distract me,” he said, look turning into a glare when the redhead just smiled innocently. “I’m serious, KF. If we crash because of you, I’m telling Alfred and Iris.”

Wally was still laughing when the white light swallowed them whole.

June 11 Union Square, San Francisco

A car elevator with a giant “out of order” sign tagged to its doors rattled in a remote corner of the Union Square garage as Dick’s bike materialized in a blinding flash of light. Even the closed doors couldn’t mask the glowing sliver that emerged, but drivers preoccupied with looking for parking spots or rushing out to complete errands in the bustling city took no notice as they slid open and Dick and Wally drove out. They emerged in to the downtown sun while the infamous San Francisco morning fog sat still piled on the far side of the city, caught by the hills peppering its center. Union Square teemed with morning traffic and tourists, honking cars and lazy bodies spread on the grass under the Greek Statue in the center of the park. Wally leaned into Dick’s side, hands closing securely over his hips, fingers trying and mostly failing to wind their way under his coat, and gestured toward a cable car chugging up the slope of Powell Street : “Take a right!” Dick nodded, and the motorcycle buzzed beneath them, and Wally cheered at the tourists stuffed into the overflowing cable car as they careened past it; they returned the yell loudly, smart phones and cameras clicking as they captured the boy’s grins. Dick and Wally zoomed past, the shifts in gravity as they crested the hills on their way North sending delicious waves up Wally’s stomach. "So I don’t really have a plan for the city," Wally confessed in Dick’s ear at the top of his lungs, buildings blurring by, slender apartments on postage stamp lots painted bright colors and little shops below them. "The bridge is pretty cool, and I’ve done the touristy things, and they’re not bad? It’s kinda early, too, but there’s some really great chocolate and some sea lions that are probably up if you want to go look!"

June 11 City Streets, San Francisco

“Chocolate and sea lions,” Dick repeated dryly. “How can I resist.”

But he gunned the bike anyway, waiting for Wally’s directions. He actually hadn’t been to San Francisco before, and it was brighter and warmer than Gotham could ever be, and hey he could be a tourist for one day. Wally was excited to show him stuff, and Dick was excited to see Wally showing him stuff. It worked out in both their favors.

“Can you touch the sea lions?” he asked. It was probably a no, but it would be pretty cool if they could. Even if they couldn’t, maybe they could sneak close enough to get bitten.

Wally told him to take a right again, and as Dick leaned into the turn at full speed, there was that tell-tale weight of someone slipping off his bike.

“You’re going to brain yourself on the asphalt if you don’t hold on properly,” Dick informed him once they’d righted themselves again and Wally had miraculously remained seated, weaving between cars and zooming past pedestrians.

June 11 North Beach & Ghiradelli Square, San Francisco

"Naaah," Wally laughed. It would take a lot more than 70 mph—really the fastest you could go through the stoplights and stop signs and construction and traffic— to take him down. It made him warm when Dick fussed, though, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Dick’s torso, who seemed a little less excited than Wally had hoped. Food first, then. That was always the best solution to any problem. World-class chocolate food. The bridge was probably still covered in fog, anyway. "Go up Columbus Street to the left," Wally called, "by that park," and the two boys zoomed past a picaresque church and beneath the wires hanging from the trees that ran the electric buses. The city opened up as they approached the beach to the North, sky growing wider as the buildings got shorter, sun spattering the boulevard with shadows from twisting trees on triangular islands carved by the caddy-corner direction that Columbus Ave cut across San Francisco. Just before the waterfront, they hit a row of old brick manufactories, like The Cannery, remnants from before earthquake codes outlawed the fragile building blocks, covered in stately vines and flower trellises. "Leftleft,” Wally called, almost missing the turn. Dick veered expertly into the curve, and they found themselves a couple of blocks down on Beach Street, in front of a gentrified factory and series of shops, gutted and reconstructed into a little square with a fountain. Tourists already flowed past a violin-wielding goth with a Mohawk, dropping coins in an open violin case at his feet. The cycle buzzed beneath them as Dick stalled underneath the giant sign over the square: Ghiradelli. "Kinda tourist-y," Wally said, "but they make fucking great chocolate. Food, too. Classier than Fisherman’s Wharf, anyway." Dick nodded and puttered down the street, looking for parking, and Wally pulled off his helmet as they climbed off the bike. He leaned in and grinned conspiratorially, lacing his free fingers with Dick’s and tugging him toward the restaurant. "So what do you want first? Breakfast or dessert?"

October 16 Bludhaven

“We’re on a stakeout!” Dick hissed, a little awed by the little smear of chocolate on Wally’s forehead because how did he even manage to get it up there? (It didn’t look good shut up brain.) “Can you at least try to be quiet?”

Wally was being disgusting. If anyone came looking for them, Wally was literally leaving them a trail of crumbs to follow. Crumbs from Assorted Ghiradelli Chocolate Squares, and he couldn't be bothered to even unwrap them quietly. Dick really wished the redhead would smear that chocolate over himself instead of on the floor. Really. Batman would have had his head if Robin let his ice cream melt and drip all over Gotham, and here Wally was entirely disregarding their stealth training despite being in his black stealth suit.

Yes, it was just surveillance, and the possibility of anything actually happening tonight was close to zero, but there was something called professionalism.

Even if the black did make the red of his hair stand out even brighter.

Dick couldn’t really remember encountering this sort of a problem before, but he and Zatanna were usually put on different teams when they split up, and Robin and Batgirl usually had Bruce looming over them constantly. Batman was such a boner-kill.

But right now, it was just the two of them, and Dick was starting to realize why Kaldur didn’t like putting Miss M and Supey together.

Robin crouched lower on the roof, absently reaching for a piece from Wally's stupid box and refocusing on the third floor window of the building in front of them. The new binocular vision on his mask worked wonderfully. He’d have to thank Red Tornado for it.

“I bet they can hear you eating all the way from in there.”

In there.

While they were stuck out here in the cold.

When he could be snuggling up to Wally somewhere inside.

Stakeouts kinda sucked.

#kidslipstream #Halfway to Heavens Door

Halfway to Heaven's Door

June 11 Stanford University, Palo Alto

Wally chewed his lip as he stuffed a final t-shirt into his messenger to verify overnight bag and snapped it shut. An elbow caught in the light green corduroy jacket he found at the back of his closet—another remnant of one of Artemis’s shopping sprees—he hadn’t had time to do laundry during finals week, and so was forced to look nice. Which he wanted to anyway. Wally wasn’t a nervous person, usually, but he found himself biting at a thumbnail while he adjusted his shirt and sifted through the tickets and reservations he’d made for the long weekend—the B&B near Carmel, Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk—this sort of thing had really been Artemis’s or his family’s domain before, well, today.

He could get himself through the quarter with only a few hiccups or un-returned books from the library, and rather well at that—he aced that OChem for starters—but he’d had a restaurant reservation fall through yesterday, and now his whole plan for the weekend felt dicey—he took a deep breath.

It will be fine—it’s not like Dick really needed impressing anyway, but Wally still kinda wanted to. His currently maxed out credit card was proof of that—it will be fine; a cushy paid internship at Star Labs has got you covered, West.

With a glance at the clock, he shut his laptop full of plans and dashed out the door to catch the Marguerite Bus to downtown Palo Alto and the NASA/Silicon Valley zeta beam.

The point was to arrive freshly showered and perky instead of sweaty and hungry, but the way Wally was fiddling in the bus seat might nix that. He tapped an out an arrhythmic of beat on the floor to the annoyance of the glasses-sporting brunette with her nose in a book to his left, but her pointed glances didn’t even register, because Wally was too busy staring at the floor and willing time to go faster.

Why couldn’t he have given himself the power to just get what he wanted immediately? That would have been much more convenient.

It had been only twelve days since Wally had seen Dick last, but it felt like two months. At least.

Which is why, despite his very best efforts, the nerdy girl was left wondering how the red head in the front had seemingly evaporated in a puff of air before the bus had even ground to a stop at the downtown shopping center stop.

Two musical hums of the zeta beam later—one in the alley behind the Walmart, and the other in the chill air of the Batcave—Wally ambushed his boyfriend who had been patiently waiting by the gorgeous blue bike that was going to give them a tour of the Bay Area (and beyond).

Soft, silken black hair tangled so perfectly between his fingers, and Dick was wearing that stupid asymmetrical jacket from their date that Wally loved and hated in equal measure, but no matter because he’d have plenty of time to figure out those infuriating zippers tonight. In the meantime, he let his other hand play at the hem as he pressed Dick as close against him as humanly possible and captured his lips between his own.

June 11 Batcave, Gotham

Wally liked surprising him.

It was somewhat cute, but mostly amusing when Dick could taste the victory on his boyfriend’s tongue; speedster or not, it wasn’t often that Kid Flash managed to get the drop on Robin, and Dick didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only reason it worked was because he’d been distracted.

Besides, Wally was being pretty distracting himself right now.

“Why, hello to you too,” Dick managed to gasp as Wally’s lips left his to skim over his jaw, the hard line of his bike pressing into his spine. “I take it you’re excited to see me.”

He could feel Wally’s grin against his neck, and Dick pushed him off before he could damage his hair further. The two whole minutes he’d spent in front of the mirror had totally gone to waste.

“Bag.” There was no point in asking if Wally was ready when he was grinning like an actual puppy. “Don’t hang your tongue out in public,” Dick muttered to himself, slinging the messenger bag over his backpack and strapping it down. He plunked a helmet over Wally’s windswept hair, moving to program the zeta tube. “Get on.”

His Hayabusa really wasn’t meant to seat two people—it was barely legal to drive it on public roads—but they’d been squeezing onto it since Dick first got the bike for his sixteenth birthday, even though technically he needed to be seventeen to operate a bike. Sometimes Dick found it best not to question Bruce’s methods, especially when Bruce was buying him a mistress to cheat on the love of his life with.

He could practically feel the R-Cycle’s accusing headlight as he threw a leg over the Hayabusa, scooting forward to let Wally climb behind him and settle down.

It wasn’t until he was revving the engine, his boyfriend’s arms snug around his waist and his chest warm against his back, that Dick remembered to throw a warning look over his shoulder.

“You better not distract me,” he said, look turning into a glare when the redhead just smiled innocently. “I’m serious, KF. If we crash because of you, I’m telling Alfred and Iris.”

Wally was still laughing when the white light swallowed them whole.

June 11 Union Square, San Francisco

A car elevator with a giant “out of order” sign tagged to its doors rattled in a remote corner of the Union Square garage as Dick’s bike materialized in a blinding flash of light. Even the closed doors couldn’t mask the glowing sliver that emerged, but drivers preoccupied with looking for parking spots or rushing out to complete errands in the bustling city took no notice as they slid open and Dick and Wally drove out. They emerged in to the downtown sun while the infamous San Francisco morning fog sat still piled on the far side of the city, caught by the hills peppering its center. Union Square teemed with morning traffic and tourists, honking cars and lazy bodies spread on the grass under the Greek Statue in the center of the park. Wally leaned into Dick’s side, hands closing securely over his hips, fingers trying and mostly failing to wind their way under his coat, and gestured toward a cable car chugging up the slope of Powell Street : “Take a right!” Dick nodded, and the motorcycle buzzed beneath them, and Wally cheered at the tourists stuffed into the overflowing cable car as they careened past it; they returned the yell loudly, smart phones and cameras clicking as they captured the boy’s grins. Dick and Wally zoomed past, the shifts in gravity as they crested the hills on their way North sending delicious waves up Wally’s stomach. "So I don’t really have a plan for the city," Wally confessed in Dick’s ear at the top of his lungs, buildings blurring by, slender apartments on postage stamp lots painted bright colors and little shops below them. "The bridge is pretty cool, and I’ve done the touristy things, and they’re not bad? It’s kinda early, too, but there’s some really great chocolate and some sea lions that are probably up if you want to go look!"

June 11 City Streets, San Francisco

“Chocolate and sea lions,” Dick repeated dryly. “How can I resist.”

But he gunned the bike anyway, waiting for Wally’s directions. He actually hadn’t been to San Francisco before, and it was brighter and warmer than Gotham could ever be, and hey he could be a tourist for one day. Wally was excited to show him stuff, and Dick was excited to see Wally showing him stuff. It worked out in both their favors.

“Can you touch the sea lions?” he asked. It was probably a no, but it would be pretty cool if they could. Even if they couldn’t, maybe they could sneak close enough to get bitten.

Wally told him to take a right again, and as Dick leaned into the turn at full speed, there was that tell-tale weight of someone slipping off his bike.

“You’re going to brain yourself on the asphalt if you don’t hold on properly,” Dick informed him once they’d righted themselves again and Wally had miraculously remained seated, weaving between cars and zooming past pedestrians.

#kidslipstream #Halfway to Heavens Door

Halfway to Heaven's Door

June 11 Stanford, Palo Alto

Wally chewed his lip as he stuffed a final t-shirt into his messenger to verify overnight bag and snapped it shut. An elbow caught in the light green corduroy jacket he found at the back of his closet—another remnant of one of Artemis’s shopping sprees—he hadn’t had time to do laundry during finals week, and so was forced to look nice. Which he wanted to anyway. Wally wasn’t a nervous person, usually, but he found himself biting at a thumbnail while he adjusted his shirt and sifted through the tickets and reservations he’d made for the long weekend—the B&B near Carmel, Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk—this sort of thing had really been Artemis’s or his family’s domain before, well, today.

He could get himself through the quarter with only a few hiccups or un-returned books from the library, and rather well at that—he aced that OChem for starters—but he’d had a restaurant reservation fall through yesterday, and now his whole plan for the weekend felt dicey—he took a deep breath.

It will be fine—it’s not like Dick really needed impressing anyway, but Wally still kinda wanted to. His currently maxed out credit card was proof of that—it will be fine; a cushy paid internship at Star Labs has got you covered, West.

With a glance at the clock, he shut his laptop full of plans and dashed out the door to catch the Marguerite Bus to downtown Palo Alto and the NASA/Silicon Valley zeta beam.

The point was to arrive freshly showered and perky instead of sweaty and hungry, but the way Wally was fiddling in the bus seat might nix that. He tapped an out an arrhythmic of beat on the floor to the annoyance of the glasses-sporting brunette with her nose in a book to his left, but her pointed glances didn’t even register, because Wally was too busy staring at the floor and willing time to go faster.

Why couldn’t he have given himself the power to just get what he wanted immediately? That would have been much more convenient.

It had been only twelve days since Wally had seen Dick last, but it felt like two months. At least.

Which is why, despite his very best efforts, the nerdy girl was left wondering how the red head in the front had seemingly evaporated in a puff of air before the bus had even ground to a stop at the downtown shopping center stop.

Two musical hums of the zeta beam later—one in the alley behind the Walmart, and the other in the chill air of the Batcave—Wally ambushed his boyfriend who had been patiently waiting by the gorgeous blue bike that was going to give them a tour of the Bay Area (and beyond).

Soft, silken black hair tangled so perfectly between his fingers, and Dick was wearing that stupid asymmetrical jacket from their date that Wally loved and hated in equal measure, but no matter because he’d have plenty of time to figure out those infuriating zippers tonight. In the meantime, he let his other hand play at the hem as he pressed Dick as close against him as humanly possible and captured his lips between his own.

June 11 Batcave, Gotham

Wally liked surprising him.

It was somewhat cute, but mostly amusing when Dick could taste the victory on his boyfriend’s tongue; speedster or not, it wasn’t often that Kid Flash managed to get the drop on Robin, and Dick didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only reason it worked was because he’d been distracted.

Besides, Wally was being pretty distracting himself right now.

“Why, hello to you too,” Dick managed to gasp as Wally’s lips left his to skim over his jaw, the hard line of his bike pressing into his spine. “I take it you’re excited to see me.”

He could feel Wally’s grin against his neck, and Dick pushed him off before he could damage his hair further. The two whole minutes he’d spent in front of the mirror had totally gone to waste.

“Bag.” There was no point in asking if Wally was ready when he was grinning like an actual puppy. “Don’t hang your tongue out in public,” Dick muttered to himself, slinging the messenger bag over his backpack and strapping it down. He plunked a helmet over Wally’s windswept hair, moving to program the zeta tube. “Get on.”

His Hayabusa really wasn’t meant to seat two people—it was barely legal to drive it on public roads—but they’d been squeezing onto it since Dick first got the bike for his sixteenth birthday, even though technically he needed to be seventeen to operate a bike. Sometimes Dick found it best not to question Bruce’s methods, especially when Bruce was buying him a mistress to cheat on the love of his life with.

He could practically feel the R-Cycle’s accusing headlight as he threw a leg over the Hayabusa, scooting forward to let Wally climb behind him and settle down.

It wasn’t until he was revving the engine, his boyfriend’s arms snug around his waist and his chest warm against his back, that Dick remembered to throw a warning look over his shoulder.

“You better not distract me,” he said, look turning into a glare when the redhead just smiled innocently. “I’m serious, KF. If we crash because of you, I’m telling Alfred and Iris.”

Wally was still laughing when the white light swallowed them whole.

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(( Hey everyone! Terribly sorry for the impromptu hiatus. Finals and life caught up with me for a bit. I finished up most of the replies I owe, just have three left, and I'll get to them tomorrow. Let me know if you're not Riddler, other Wally or Bart, and I still owe you. ))

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He’s never met her before, but ‘Robin’ isn’t such an uncommon name. “Used to…?” he hedged.

intotheblueimagination

Raven nodded her head, “He’s a part of the team. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

"A part of… what team?"

intotheblueimagination

"The Teen Titans."

"Ah." More alternate universe bullshit. Great. "I believe you've accidentally traveled between dimensions. There is no Teen Titans here, although I've heard of them from trans-dimensional visitors. Are you part of the Teen Titans too?"

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strongasarockweakasafeather started following you

"Should you be out on your own at this time of night?" Robin dropped silently from above. "It is Gotham, you know."

strongasarockweakasafeather

Terra raised her eyebrows. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

"I'm sure," Robin replied patiently. "But you're clearly not from around here, and it can get pretty dangerous." Non-Gothamites didn't quite understand. Superman himself was wary of Gotham in the dark. "Name's Robin."

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"You’re in the wrong city if you’re looking for KF." Dick’s eyebrows scrunched in slight confusion, mild suspicion settling in. "Shouldn’t you know that if you’re his friend?"

"—uh, yeah," Jinx lied, suddenly averting her gaze, "but… you know. Speedsters. Tend to get twitchy and have uncontrollable needs to go on random cross-continent races," she babbled on. A pause as she recollected herself, flashing him a humorless smile. "It’s just that he’s been missing for a couple of days. I have the utmost confidence in him, naturally, but I just thought I’d ask around a bit."

"...I see." Okay, this was starting to get weird. Wally wasn't missing. Dick had talked to him the night before, and checked up on him earlier that day. There was a text complaining about finals sitting in his phone.

"In that case, I should help. I can't believe I haven't heard about this already." Surely Jinx had heard of him, even if he was positive he hadn't come across her in their database, and she spoke of Kid Flash with enough... was that fondness? Dick was fairly certain he called Wally an idiot in that tone too. She wouldn't refuse Robin's help, and Dick could maybe figure this out. "Can you tell me where and when he went missing?"

#ahexbyanyothername #RP #(( sorry about the lateness ))

A Fork Stuck in the Road

“Waking up early isn’t exactly a problem for me, Wally,” Dick gave him a gentle smile, fingers fluttering uneasily as he zipped himself back up and buckled both their belts. “And I am excited. Just. A little unexpected, you know?”

Logically speaking, though, Dick was an idiot and he should have seen it coming. Wally had another three years due at Stanford; obviously he’d ask Dick to visit him eventually, but.

“During… last year,” he tried to explain anyway, because he could feel the hurt behind the weak joke, and that wasn’t fair; Wally deserved better. “I stayed as far away from you as I could. And that mostly meant your school. I’ve never set foot on your campus. In the entire city. Not even to visit Artemis or bug your rooms.” Dick spied on people he cared about. Everyone knew it and accepted it, and it had gone against every instinct he had to have refrained from doing so for two of his closest friends for a whole year. “It’s your space, more than your house, because I’ve never been there and Bats has never been there and it’s your life, a normal college life, and I’m not part of your normal life. I’m the vigilante best friend that you can’t really talk about. I shouldn’t be allowed into your normal life.” His brows furrowed. “I’ve spent a long time staying away; it’s just going to take a while to get used to knowing you don’t want me to.”

Wally snorted. “Are you kidding, Dick?” He tugged the acrobat closer, hip to hip, and drew a circle in the air around his head, like a halo.

“This is my space now. I’m just dragging the rest of it to you." He huffed a laugh, dropping his hands to Dick’s thighs and squeezing.

"You’re just … more mobile. Stanford’s kinda heavy for a piggyback ride."

Dick dropped his head on Wally’s shoulder and laughed.

Christ, but Wally loved him, because no one who wasn’t completely head over heels for him could have come up with an answer like that, and Dick loved him too, and they were going to go away for a whole weekend together, and it was going to be fantastic.

He kissed the speedster, slow and deep, palms sliding up Wally’s shirt to hold him as close as he could, tongues twisting together until he could feel his boyfriend shudder under his hands.

“You should probably get going.” Wally nodded, kissed him again. Dick moaned into his mouth, and when he pulled away their chests heaved against each other. “Saturday after next. You can show me all the sights.”

"Yeah, it’ll be great," Wally said as he hooked his hands back around Dick’s thighs so he could hoist him up with him as he stood. He set his boyfriend down and pushed the acceptance letters in into his hands before gathering his own things.

"Ah, crap." His cell read at least a good hour past when he wanted to leave; he hadn’t exactly been the most diligent student the last few weeks and well, even as a speedster he needed as much time to cram as he could. The Zeta was still a long run from campus, too. "Gotta go."

MWAH. With one last kiss, Wally sped to the keypad and punched in the Zeta near Google and the NASA Hangar One in Mountain View and dissolved in a flood of bright light, giving a little salute as he disappeared.

Speedsters, Dick lamented, bending down to pick up his discarded shirt. It needed to go into the hidden pile of laundry that Dick did himself before Alfred found it. What’s the point of having a boyfriend with a great butt if I can never watch him go?

He trudged up the stairs, depositing the shirt in the pile at the back of his closet and grabbing a dirty wifebeater from the hamper. Working on his R-Cycle meant it was only going to get dirtier. The letters he left on top of his bed—he could put them away later—before heading back down, stopping in the kitchen to grab a glass of water and steal a cookie from the jar on the counter.

It wasn’t until he reached his bike again that Dick realized that Wally had never brought down the keys.

“I hope you hit a tree on your way back,” he muttered vehemently to no one, because Wally was far past the point of hitting trees when they weren’t in battle, and began the long walk to his room all over again.

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A Fork Stuck in the Road

Dick inspected his come-covered hand with resignation, because it was easy to lick the stuff off in the heat of the moment, but right now it was just gross and it didn’t even taste good and he wanted a tissue or something to wipe it on.

Why weren’t there tissues in the Cave?

He gave Wally’s shirt a considering look, but despite every best friend instinct screaming at him to do it, Wally had to go back to college and Dick should be more considerate. So he sighed and wiped his hand on his own shirt, then plucked it over his head and tossed it aside because no way was he going to keep wearing that.

“You want me to visit your school,” he said finally, flattening a hand over his bare stomach so he wouldn’t have to look up. “Sure. I could use a weekend off.”

Thankfully, the words sounded much calmer out loud than they had in his head. Dick had very inconspicuously avoided going anywhere near Stanford for the past year. He hadn’t visited Wally or Artemis, not even to bug their rooms, staying away from his best friend at all costs, and after all that, the thought of having permission to set foot on what he’d unconsciously labeled ‘Wally’s territory’ felt… strange.

“How’s…” Wally had finals all of this week, and Dick had a board meeting to attend on Friday, which should end at five but he knew it wouldn’t be done until at least nine. He’d have to keep Friday evening free for this. “I’ll clear out my schedule for the weekend after next?”

"Well don’t sound too excited, dude. You might have a heart attack or something.”

Thank god Dick’s bare chest softened the blow that … well, Wally felt like he’d asked Dick to make a doctor’s appointment instead of to come to his second home, a place he’d always wanted to share with his best friend, a place he hadn’t been able to for months and months for the worst reasons. He thought Dick wanted to visit as much as he had wanted him to.

A illogical pang of guilt ran through Wally: was it because Dick wasn’t as happy going to Gotham U as he was to Stanford?

He didn’t want to rub it in his face.

But he didn’t know what to do, so he plowed on, trying to remember exactly the plan that he’d forged a long time ago, even before they’d gotten together, and he’d let himself fantasize about showing off the Bay Area to Dick, before China, before the tattoo, before Dick needed to handle the Riddler …

Things were different now, though, and well, they could do stuff he hadn’t totally planned for.

He knitted his brows as he tried to make adjustments on the fly.

"I, uh," Hmm. Dick coming on Friday would be the logical conclusion, but he didn’t really … want to go to Stanford first anymore. Save it for last. "How does early Saturday morning sound? It wouldn’t be too bad for you, with the time difference and all."

“Waking up early isn’t exactly a problem for me, Wally,” Dick gave him a gentle smile, fingers fluttering uneasily as he zipped himself back up and buckled both their belts. “And I am excited. Just. A little unexpected, you know?”

Logically speaking, though, Dick was an idiot and he should have seen it coming. Wally had another three years due at Stanford; obviously he’d ask Dick to visit him eventually, but.

“During… last year,” he tried to explain anyway, because he could feel the hurt behind the weak joke, and that wasn’t fair; Wally deserved better. “I stayed as far away from you as I could. And that mostly meant your school. I’ve never set foot on your campus. In the entire city. Not even to visit Artemis or bug your rooms.” Dick spied on people he cared about. Everyone knew it and accepted it, and it had gone against every instinct he had to have refrained from doing so for two of his closest friends for a whole year. “It’s your space, more than your house, because I’ve never been there and Bats has never been there and it’s your life, a normal college life, and I’m not part of your normal life. I’m the vigilante best friend that you can’t really talk about. I shouldn’t be allowed into your normal life.” His brows furrowed. “I’ve spent a long time staying away; it’s just going to take a while to get used to knowing you don’t want me to.”

Wally snorted. “Are you kidding, Dick?” He tugged the acrobat closer, hip to hip, and drew a circle in the air around his head, like a halo.

“This is my space now. I’m just dragging the rest of it to you." He huffed a laugh, dropping his hands to Dick’s thighs and squeezing.

"You’re just … more mobile. Stanford’s kinda heavy for a piggyback ride."

Dick dropped his head on Wally’s shoulder and laughed.

Christ, but Wally loved him, because no one who wasn’t completely head over heels for him could have come up with an answer like that, and Dick loved him too, and they were going to go away for a whole weekend together, and it was going to be fantastic.

He kissed the speedster, slow and deep, palms sliding up Wally’s shirt to hold him as close as he could, tongues twisting together until he could feel his boyfriend shudder under his hands.

“You should probably get going.” Wally nodded, kissed him again. Dick moaned into his mouth, and when he pulled away their chests heaved against each other. “Saturday after next. You can show me all the sights.”

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Mmm. Wally couldn’t stop grinning, humming back into Dick’s lips: “Gonna miss you t—”

Wait.

He sat up abruptly, iike he’d just remembered something, bumping his face against Dick’s who scrambled to lean back, hanging half out of Wally’s lap, weight on his hands with his pants mostly undone.

"I want you to come," Wally said urgently; Dick shot him a Look, since they kinda just covered that.

"Nono." Wally waved his hands, shifting again to give Dick more room on his lap to buckle himself back up. "I want you to come with me. To Stanford."

Another inquisitive look from Dick and, “Nono, not now. I haven’t worked out the details; I’ve been thinking about this for months, but I need a weekend. For you to visit Stanford.”

Dick hadn’t even been there yet; hadn’t seen his dorm, hadn’t visited Hoover Tower or Lake Lag, crawled through the stacks of Green until they found an empty spot to make out … none of that.

Or even the City or the Bay Area in general, which. Well. Wally had Plans. Nebulous plans, but plans nonetheless.

"Do you think you could give me two or three days?"

Dick inspected his come-covered hand with resignation, because it was easy to lick the stuff off in the heat of the moment, but right now it was just gross and it didn’t even taste good and he wanted a tissue or something to wipe it on.

Why weren’t there tissues in the Cave?

He gave Wally’s shirt a considering look, but despite every best friend instinct screaming at him to do it, Wally had to go back to college and Dick should be more considerate. So he sighed and wiped his hand on his own shirt, then plucked it over his head and tossed it aside because no way was he going to keep wearing that.

“You want me to visit your school,” he said finally, flattening a hand over his bare stomach so he wouldn’t have to look up. “Sure. I could use a weekend off.”

Thankfully, the words sounded much calmer out loud than they had in his head. Dick had very inconspicuously avoided going anywhere near Stanford for the past year. He hadn’t visited Wally or Artemis, not even to bug their rooms, staying away from his best friend at all costs, and after all that, the thought of having permission to set foot on what he’d unconsciously labeled ‘Wally’s territory’ felt… strange.

“How’s…” Wally had finals all of this week, and Dick had a board meeting to attend on Friday, which should end at five but he knew it wouldn’t be done until at least nine. He’d have to keep Friday evening free for this. “I’ll clear out my schedule for the weekend after next?”

"Well don’t sound too excited, dude. You might have a heart attack or something.”

Thank god Dick’s bare chest softened the blow that … well, Wally felt like he’d asked Dick to make a doctor’s appointment instead of to come to his second home, a place he’d always wanted to share with his best friend, a place he hadn’t been able to for months and months for the worst reasons. He thought Dick wanted to visit as much as he had wanted him to.

A illogical pang of guilt ran through Wally: was it because Dick wasn’t as happy going to Gotham U as he was to Stanford?

He didn’t want to rub it in his face.

But he didn’t know what to do, so he plowed on, trying to remember exactly the plan that he’d forged a long time ago, even before they’d gotten together, and he’d let himself fantasize about showing off the Bay Area to Dick, before China, before the tattoo, before Dick needed to handle the Riddler …

Things were different now, though, and well, they could do stuff he hadn’t totally planned for.

He knitted his brows as he tried to make adjustments on the fly.

"I, uh," Hmm. Dick coming on Friday would be the logical conclusion, but he didn’t really … want to go to Stanford first anymore. Save it for last. "How does early Saturday morning sound? It wouldn’t be too bad for you, with the time difference and all."

“Waking up early isn’t exactly a problem for me, Wally,” Dick gave him a gentle smile, fingers fluttering uneasily as he zipped himself back up and buckled both their belts. “And I am excited. Just. A little unexpected, you know?”

Logically speaking, though, Dick was an idiot and he should have seen it coming. Wally had another three years due at Stanford; obviously he’d ask Dick to visit him eventually, but.

“During… last year,” he tried to explain anyway, because he could feel the hurt behind the weak joke, and that wasn’t fair; Wally deserved better. “I stayed as far away from you as I could. And that mostly meant your school. I’ve never set foot on your campus. In the entire city. Not even to visit Artemis or bug your rooms.” Dick spied on people he cared about. Everyone knew it and accepted it, and it had gone against every instinct he had to have refrained from doing so for two of his closest friends for a whole year. “It’s your space, more than your house, because I’ve never been there and Bats has never been there and it’s your life, a normal college life, and I’m not part of your normal life. I’m the vigilante best friend that you can’t really talk about. I shouldn’t be allowed into your normal life.” His brows furrowed. “I’ve spent a long time staying away; it’s just going to take a while to get used to knowing you don’t want me to.”

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Mmm. Wally couldn’t stop grinning, humming back into Dick’s lips: “Gonna miss you t—”

Wait.

He sat up abruptly, iike he’d just remembered something, bumping his face against Dick’s who scrambled to lean back, hanging half out of Wally’s lap, weight on his hands with his pants mostly undone.

"I want you to come," Wally said urgently; Dick shot him a Look, since they kinda just covered that.

"Nono." Wally waved his hands, shifting again to give Dick more room on his lap to buckle himself back up. "I want you to come with me. To Stanford."

Another inquisitive look from Dick and, “Nono, not now. I haven’t worked out the details; I’ve been thinking about this for months, but I need a weekend. For you to visit Stanford.”

Dick hadn’t even been there yet; hadn’t seen his dorm, hadn’t visited Hoover Tower or Lake Lag, crawled through the stacks of Green until they found an empty spot to make out … none of that.

Or even the City or the Bay Area in general, which. Well. Wally had Plans. Nebulous plans, but plans nonetheless.

"Do you think you could give me two or three days?"

Dick inspected his come-covered hand with resignation, because it was easy to lick the stuff off in the heat of the moment, but right now it was just gross and it didn’t even taste good and he wanted a tissue or something to wipe it on.

Why weren’t there tissues in the Cave?

He gave Wally’s shirt a considering look, but despite every best friend instinct screaming at him to do it, Wally had to go back to college and Dick should be more considerate. So he sighed and wiped his hand on his own shirt, then plucked it over his head and tossed it aside because no way was he going to keep wearing that.

“You want me to visit your school,” he said finally, flattening a hand over his bare stomach so he wouldn’t have to look up. “Sure. I could use a weekend off.”

Thankfully, the words sounded much calmer out loud than they had in his head. Dick had very inconspicuously avoided going anywhere near Stanford for the past year. He hadn’t visited Wally or Artemis, not even to bug their rooms, staying away from his best friend at all costs, and after all that, the thought of having permission to set foot on what he’d unconsciously labeled ‘Wally’s territory’ felt… strange.

“How’s…” Wally had finals all of this week, and Dick had a board meeting to attend on Friday, which should end at five but he knew it wouldn’t be done until at least nine. He’d have to keep Friday evening free for this. “I’ll clear out my schedule for the weekend after next?”

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A Fork Stuck in the Road

"I think you can’t go wrong with flying cars, dude." Wally, tired of talking over his boyfriend’s shoulder, tugged at one arm, trying to turn him around. Once Dick caught his drift, he literally lifted one leg up and over Wally’s head and pivoted in place, and while it was technically nothing new, Wally tried really hard not to dwell on that because: college. And things. Regardless, it made discussion of criminology vs. aeronautics difficult. “And I, uh, think that criminology sounds like a good plan,” he got out, swallowing.

Dick cradled the envelopes in between their laps now, leg tucked between the small of Wally’s back and the servers.

"Soooo," Wally grinned, picking up the other unopened enveloped and handing it to Dick. "What’s so great about Columbia?"

Wally was trying so hard to pay attention; it was almost cute. Dick shrugged, peeling apart the second envelope and flattening it against Wally’s chest. “Got into this one, too,” he said, and Wally snorted a duh, which Dick wasn’t sure he appreciated. He shuffled closer, crowding up against Wally in revenge because if he was sporting a partial it wasn’t at all his fault, and Wally should take responsibility for making him turn around.

He was seventeen, okay? Meditation only worked so well.

“I just picked Columbia ‘cause it was… away, but not too far.” He frowned, wondering if it said anything about him that he picked a college simply based on the fact that it wasn’t in Gotham. “Maybe I’m just wasting my time on school.” Wally’s arms tightened around him, but Dick cut him off before he could protest. “Maybe I should’ve just gone Olympic. Brought home a gold or five. The U.S. men’s gymnastics team really sucks.”

It probably said a lot about him that he wasn’t even embarrassed to tell Wally that he followed Olympic gymnastics. Said more about Wally that he didn’t even laugh. Dick plowed on, because he was on a roll and he was pretty sure that if he stopped talking he’d just get depressed. The thought of college was vaguely depressing. He wasn’t entirely kidding about giving up on higher education; the thought had definitely crossed his mind before.

“They don’t even suck well. They’re just okay. So they suck sort of medium. Which is just dumb. I mean, if you’re gonna suck, you should at least suck hard.” Wally was vibrating with suppressed laughter by now, and Dick gave him a pleased little smile for managing to not comment for this long. Wally deserved a reward.

Dick locked his ankles together, heels digging into Wally’s back as he used the pressure to pull himself forward. “Want me to blow you?”

Oh, god. Wally’s mouth fell open with something between a gasp and a "HA!" left over from Dick’s ridiculous mini-rant about the Olympics gymnastics team—and yes, they seriously didn’t know what they were missing without Dick; he’d be the best; he’d be an Olympic celebrity—but all of that was lost, out the window with the grind of Dick’s hips and damn, it had been a while since they’d first “explored the Batcave,” and he would never be able to look at Bruce in that chair again, but surely this corner had been left unsullied, and while dammit dammit dammit he had an OChem final some things were more important to—-

He rolled his hips into Dick’s—halfway between a whine and a groan—and under other circumstances he would have no trouble with a full “yes please” but he really shouldn’t, and if he actually opened his mouth to speak a “oh shit my final” might come out, but maybe the frantic nod of his head with flushed cheeks and a bedroom eyes would suffice.

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“Doesn’t it?” Dick didn’t mention the surprise that stung a little to hear, lips stretching into a grin instead. “I didn’t tell you about my project for the past year.” Mostly because they hadn’t been talking all of last year. “I’ve been trying to figure out a hover function for the R-Cycle.” He inclined his head to where his precious bike was barely standing upright. “That’s actually how I nearly killed my baby. I put gliders on it. The trial runs went really smoothly, but I overestimated the agility. First crash course against Riddler; tried to steer it through an alley and crashed straight into a building.”

He’d had to jump ship to keep his bones intact. Robin hated abandoning his bike.

“I figured if I could make that work, the Batmobile would be next. How awesome would it be for Batman to have a flying car?” Not that the Batmobile wasn’t awesome on its own, of course, but flight made everything better. “It kinda sucks that my cape isn’t heavy enough to use as a glider like Bats does, but I’d rather have the mobility. Anyway. I was thinking studying aeronautics specifically would help, but honestly, I don’t think I need it; do you? League tech is way ahead of MIT. Give me another couple years with LuthorCorp, WayneTech, and Doctor Palmer’s research at my fingertips and I’ll figure it out.” He frowned thoughtfully. “Criminology, on the other hand… Bruce was teaching me, but with him gone I’d probably learn more from an actual college. It’ll probably be more useful too.” Dick prodded Wally with an elbow. “What do you think?”

"I think you can’t go wrong with flying cars, dude." Wally, tired of talking over his boyfriend’s shoulder, tugged at one arm, trying to turn him around. Once Dick caught his drift, he literally lifted one leg up and over Wally’s head and pivoted in place, and while it was technically nothing new, Wally tried really hard not to dwell on that because: college. And things. Regardless, it made discussion of criminology vs. aeronautics difficult. “And I, uh, think that criminology sounds like a good plan,” he got out, swallowing.

Dick cradled the envelopes in between their laps now, leg tucked between the small of Wally’s back and the servers.

"Soooo," Wally grinned, picking up the other unopened enveloped and handing it to Dick. "What’s so great about Columbia?"

Wally was trying so hard to pay attention; it was almost cute. Dick shrugged, peeling apart the second envelope and flattening it against Wally’s chest. “Got into this one, too,” he said, and Wally snorted a duh, which Dick wasn’t sure he appreciated. He shuffled closer, crowding up against Wally in revenge because if he was sporting a partial it wasn’t at all his fault, and Wally should take responsibility for making him turn around.

He was seventeen, okay? Meditation only worked so well.

“I just picked Columbia ‘cause it was… away, but not too far.” He frowned, wondering if it said anything about him that he picked a college simply based on the fact that it wasn’t in Gotham. “Maybe I’m just wasting my time on school.” Wally’s arms tightened around him, but Dick cut him off before he could protest. “Maybe I should’ve just gone Olympic. Brought home a gold or five. The U.S. men’s gymnastics team really sucks.”

It probably said a lot about him that he wasn’t even embarrassed to tell Wally that he followed Olympic gymnastics. Said more about Wally that he didn’t even laugh. Dick plowed on, because he was on a roll and he was pretty sure that if he stopped talking he’d just get depressed. The thought of college was vaguely depressing. He wasn’t entirely kidding about giving up on higher education; the thought had definitely crossed his mind before.

“They don’t even suck well. They’re just okay. So they suck sort of medium. Which is just dumb. I mean, if you’re gonna suck, you should at least suck hard.” Wally was vibrating with suppressed laughter by now, and Dick gave him a pleased little smile for managing to not comment for this long. Wally deserved a reward.

Dick locked his ankles together, heels digging into Wally’s back as he used the pressure to pull himself forward. “Want me to blow you?”

Oh, god. Wally’s mouth fell open with something between a gasp and a "HA!" left over from Dick’s ridiculous mini-rant about the Olympics gymnastics team—and yes, they seriously didn’t know what they were missing without Dick; he’d be the best; he’d be an Olympic celebrity—but all of that was lost, out the window with the grind of Dick’s hips and damn, it had been a while since they’d first “explored the Batcave,” and he would never be able to look at Bruce in that chair again, but surely this corner had been left unsullied, and while dammit dammit dammit he had an OChem final some things were more important to—-

He rolled his hips into Dick’s—halfway between a whine and a groan—and under other circumstances he would have no trouble with a full “yes please” but he really shouldn’t, and if he actually opened his mouth to speak a “oh shit my final” might come out, but maybe the frantic nod of his head with flushed cheeks and a bedroom eyes would suffice.

#kidslipstream #A Fork Stuck in the Road

YO, ask me sumthin?

((Or an M!A? (we’ll try to fit it in but we have a Master Plan so)))

#(( please ask my Wally questions while my partner is drunk ))#(( ooc post ))

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