All The King’s Men.
Chapter Eight. Crossroads.
Watercolour Series.
Words: 60k Status: In Progress Rating: Mature Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, BatFamily
Summary:
A threat against the Wayne Family arises, one that forces them into hiding. Stuck out in a cabin hidden in the mountains of Montana, Dick has to juggle keeping his family from tearing itself apart, missing his fiance like crazy, and a mystery that has plagued him all his life.
Chapter Eight Excerpt:
Bruce’s absence was still felt, the gap he’d left when he vanished in the night still hollow. But Wally smoothed over his own cracks as he settled in. Anyone might have assumed too, that when squabbles came up Wally would inevitably side with Dick. However, Wally was far from a biased party. He was never and had never been afraid to call Dick out when he was being unfair. Like when Jason pointed out that it was Dick’s turn to do the laundry that afternoon, and he tried to convince Tim to take his turn this time and he’d do double next time – which they all knew was a lie. “C’mon,” Dick said from the porch swing, “this is the first day I’ve had with my fiance in almost two months. Have a heart.” “It’s the second day,” Wally corrected him with a smirk that he just knew got under Dick’s skin, “and you’re not using me as an excuse. Go on, I’m not going anywhere.” Dick scowled at him, but sat up nonetheless as Tim walked away, calling over his shoulder. “That’s why Wally’s my favourite brother!” Wally, entirely too pleased with this proclamation, received a pillow to the face from Dick in retaliation. Wally got his revenge with a swat to Dick’s behind as he walked away. Still, an hour later, after the wash cycles had been completed and everything was hung up on the clothes line to dry, Wally was right where Dick left him, snoozing on the porch swing as it rocked minutely in the breeze, dappled sunlight filtered through the juvenile leaves of the tree off the edge of the porch flickering over his face. The sun was slanted in the western sky, shinning like polished gold wherever it touched, and nowhere so brilliant as the gilded edges of Wally’s face. He cracked an eye open when Dick’s shadow fell over his face, smiling sleepily as he shifted and opened his arms to him. The swing creaked and rocked as it took on the extra weight, and Dick settled against Wally, head resting over his heart in the sunlight.
I'm finishing this fic if it kills me.
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