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𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 you and your best friend dick grayson share a lot of secrets. ꗃ dick grayson x fem!reader .ᐟ
──── ❛❛truth or dare?❞ wally asked as soon as the spinning bottle landed between him and dick. you were all gathered in the cramped living room of your small apartment after another mission. the speedster had called you both, claiming it was time for the "best trio since the trinity" to hang out like old times. which, in practice, meant getting drunk and singing outdated pop songs. last time, you'd gotten completely wasted with dick while dedicating my all by mariah carey to him. he'd laughed the entire night, cheeks flushed red, and you remembered thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
"truth," dick said but you could tell he immediately regretted it, especially when the redhead smirked.
"you never told me the name of the girl who took your v-card," wally said, taking a long swig of his beer. "actually, you never told me anything about this, which is pretty fucked because i'm supposed to be your best friend."
"fuck off, that title is mine," you said, tipsy, brushing past him to sit on the couch next to dick. your hand grazed his shoulder, and he shifted slightly, letting you lean closer as if it were completely natural. dick's eyes flicked to yours, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "already drunk, dove?" he muttered, his voice teasing but easy, relaxed.
"yeep," you shot back, nudging him gently, and he responded with a quiet chuckle, his arm settling comfortably near yours as if it belonged there.
wally threw an empty can of beer at you two and made a dramatic gagging sound. you easily caught it. "you two are fucking disgusting and you, richard, answer my question."
you grinned, the buzz of alcohol and adrenaline making your chest feel light. "yeah, richard, answer it," you teased, leaning closer, your body brushing against his. he smelled like him, warm, faintly of his usual scent mixed with something uniquely.
dick groaned, sinking back into the couch cushions as if the floor might swallow him whole. he was clearly buying time, trying to figure out how to dodge, or maybe delay the question. in your slightly dazed state, fragments of memory floated to the surface, the subtle scrape of his robin gear, the familiar scent of the cave, the faint but intoxicating hint of his cologne. you were fifteen, reckless and impulsive, too young to fully understand the weird tension. you remembered the first time you'd gotten close, heart hammering in your chest.
your hands had trembled as you yanked at his utility belt and mask, and he'd cornered you against the wall with calm patience, his presence overwhelming and grounding at once. you'd wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, caught in a mix of desire and adrenaline, and the memory of his wide eyes scanning your naked body, like he'd just discovered something sacred, made your cheeks flush even now. his hands had traced your body with that nervous eagerness of someone just learning, hesitant yet desperate to explore.
shit. dick noticed the way your eyes went wide, and a low, amused laugh escaped him. wally didn't need to know the type of memories you shared together. those nights, those moments, were just yours. that's why you'd never truly told anyone about them. it was your secret.
"uh, it was with kory, duh, my first girlfriend," he said with a casual shrug.
"yeah, i remember you trying to climb her one night," you said, trying not to laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. "guys, i think i'm gonna throw up."
wally nearly choked on his beer, eyes wide. "uh… maybe that's the tequila talking?"
