8: “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”
"Tt," Damian grunts from his position on the couch. He was watching a rousing television show about a contemptuous relationship between a cartoon cat and mouse, when his brothers launched into some of the usual Wayne Manor roughhousing. He wasn't really upset about the noise or commotion, more so that Grayson was losing to Todd miserably in their wrestling match.
"Lihihittle Wihihing!" Dick squealed, desperately grappling for his younger brother's hands, "y- you- yohoure suhuhuch a cheater!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Jason sighed, fingers digging evilly into his older brother's underarms. Dick snorted when his fingers lingered down to his ribs, rubbing the spots between them. "I'm like, twice your weight. I could've just sat on top of you and I would have won."
Dick didn't get to respond, since Damian's grunting, which had got increasingly louder, caught both Dick and Jason's attention, Jason's fingers slowing to a stop.
"What's wrong, Pint Sized?" Jason asked, head tilted to the side.
Damian answers the question, but addresses the answer to Dick, as if he'd been the one to ask, "Grayson, if you're going to interrupt my peace, could you at least try a little harder to win this immature brawl?"
Dick scoffs, raising his eyebrows and swatting at Jason to get off of him. “Little Wing, I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in this house growing up.”
"Tt, that is hard to believe from this position, Grayson."
Dick squints his eyes, and looks from Damian to Jason. Jason smiles, getting up from the floor and heading towards the door. "This one's all you, Dickie. Good luck, Baby Bat, he'll make you regret that you said that."
Damian just rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to the television as Dick picks himself up from the floor. He thinks nothing of it when Dick sits next to him on the couch, just assuming it's more of Dick's usual physical clinginess.
"I think it's time that I show you why Jason left so quick." Before Damian even has time to kiss his teeth or roll his eyes, Dick's fingers are scrambling up his tummy. Damian's face contorts into a rare expression for him, as he bursts into loud, bubbly laughter at the feeling of fingers on his tummy.
"Gr-Grayson! Thihis is immahahature!" Damian squeals.
"Dames, it just might be," Dick agrees, "but I just can't have my championship title be questioned in this house. I hope you can understand."
4: "Oh, you shouldn’t have done that..” / “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that..”
Jason fucking hates sparring. He loves fighting, but he hates the idea of fighting with no end in sight. He lives for the satisfying conclusion.
It didn't help that Dick was on something of a winning streak, and while he smiled, wide and toothy, doing insane flips and dodging Damian's unlimited arsenal of swords, everyone else was pissed.
Damian was practically seething with every dodge and flip from his older brother, non-verbal except for the occasional grunt. Dick, on the other hand, seemed to be having a great time. Tim and Jason were equally as annoyed, not by the fact that Dick was on a streak, but because he has always been such an insufferable winner.
"I'm unstoppable!" Dick cried, managing a double backflip barely an inch above a katana blade.
Jason snorted and Dick looked his way, giving Damian a break from the sword wielding.
"What's so funny?" Dick asked, snark in his tone.
"You? Unstoppable? You've got a worse Achilles heel than actual Achilles." Jason responds, deadpan.
"I do not!" Dick cried, "and I just beat your ass, didn't I?"
Jason laughs again, but this time the sound is much darker, “oh, you shouldn’t have said that."
Dick sensed the danger, but he wasn't ready for Jason's brute force again, too used to the nimble swordsmanship he was up against only moments before.
"Jason, what are you-" Dick got cut off by a snort. His snort. With quick, knowing fingers on his ribs and sides, Jason quickly took him to the ground. "Wait! Wait!"
"Hell no, you ask for a humbling, you get a humbling," Jason laughed maniacally, a sound that sent a shiver down Dick's spine.
"D-Dahahamian! Tihihim! Help!" Dick cried with a shriek when Jason's fingers spidered over his tummy, "Please! He'll kihihill me!"
Tim stood up from the mat across the room he'd been sitting on, "I'm too tired for this. Have fun getting what you give."
"Plehehease!" Dick squealed and bucked up violently when Jason started drilling into his hips. His arms were going everywhere, head knocking against the mat.
"I, too, think that this is adequate treatment for your previous behaviour, Grayson," Damian spoke just barely loud enough to be heard over Dick's hysterical laughter. He followed Tim out the door, back into the cave.
"Boo hoo, no one's around to help," Jason teased, his grin borderline predatory, "hmm, I forgot, are you ticklish here?"
"No! No- Jason!" Dick's laughter rang through the hollow halls of the cave, shrill and desperate. At least, Jason thought, this sparring session had one of those satisfying ends.
Summary: A glimpse into Wally and Dick's teenage years; the first time Wally realizes why, even as a billionaire, Bruce refuses to give his son candy. Day sixteen of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: sweets!
Wally has never really used his height against Dick. He’s always been taller, but he is also older, and speed was always more of his thing anyways. He was fine with Dick flipping through the air, cartwheeling down the halls of the Young Justice headquarters.
When Dick had suggested they go to Wayne Manor and steal some of the Halloween candy that Bruce had started stockpiling for the trick-or-treaters, Wally thought it was a great idea. Free candy and he gets to chill in a mansion? It was a done deal for him.
It was all fun and games when he thought he and Dick would just steal some candy and watch a movie, before he realized that Dick rarely, if ever, eats candy. It seems like the Dark Knight goes all out for Halloween, but rarely lets his own kid have any sweets. Wally can see why.
Dick is practically bouncing off the walls, running around in circles in the screening room, begging Wally to let him put his costume on so he can fight crime, saying he feels it’s time to “break bones and take names.”
Wally, despite really wanting to see what happens, tells Dick no, he is absolutely not leaving the room in the state he’s in. Dick pouts, and he does puppy dog eyes, and he begs, but Wally stands his ground. He finds it incredibly difficult, of course, he’s had a crush on his best friend for like three entire years, but his worry for Dick’s safety outweighs the cuteness of his puppy dog eyes.
Dick instead takes to jumping across the room’s chairs and couches, doing somersaults and cartwheels, doing triple backflips and handsprings. Wally, with his ability to practically watch seconds tick by in front of him, is having difficulty keeping up with how quick Dick is moving around the room.
“Walls, I am totally whelmed right now,” Dick says in the middle of a front flip off the couch, “like, absolutely, completely whelmed.”
Wally laughs, speeding over to stand next to Dick, “even if that were a word, I don’t think that's how you’d use it.”
“No, no,” Dick says, shaking his head while running towards another couch, “it totally would be. I made it up so I get to choose how it’s used.
“That’s totally not how language works, dude,” Wally says before finally deciding it might be time to reel Dick in. His flips and tricks are cool, but Wally is seriously worried that the sugar rush is going to cause him to trip over himself, which would be bad news for both of them.
Wally runs and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around Dick and bringing him over to one of the couches, all within the blink of an eye. Dick attempts to wrestle out of the blanket, but Wally continues to tangle him up in it. Eventually Dick manages to get completely covered, his body disappearing under the Superman themed throw blanket.
“Wally, let me out!” Dick laughs, muffled by the fabric.
“No can do, bird brain, not until you’ve got a little less pep in your step.”
Dick continues to struggle, arms flailing and poking out as he tries to reach for Wally to push him away. Wally, of course, has the benefit of sight, and decides to start grabbing Dick back. The two of them engage in this awkward, partially blind wrestling match for a minute or two before Wally grabs Dick and Dick recoils with a squawk, squirming under the blanket.
Wally does it again, and this time it produces a giggle, Dick’s hands coming up to produce a barrier, though he still can’t see Wally’s next move.
Wally makes a grab for Dick and manages to wrangle him into a hug, the human burrito now trapped in his arms, and he makes quick work of skittering his fingers wherever he can reach, getting a wheeze and high-pitched giggles from his best friend.
“Wahahally nohoho!” Dick squeals, unable to struggle due to both the blanket and Wally’s arms trapping him.
“Aww, does that tickle?” Wally asks when he starts rubbing his head into the crevice of Dick’s neck and shoulder, “Is someone’s neck ticklish? What about your ribs? Does this tickle?”
Dick shrieks, going limp against Wally and trying to figure out any possible way of escape. He hears when Wally decides to count his ribs, and he desperately tries to get out of the redhead’s grasp.
“Dickie, you gotta hold still,” Wally teases, “counting them from under the blanket is hard enough, if I lose count I’ll have to start over!”
Of course, Wally loses count about five times, each time starting a new round of tickling on Dick’s upper ribs, which gets him crying out through hysterics.
“Aww, where does it tickle?” Wally asks when he’s ‘forced’ to restart again, “Does it tickle here?”
He goes back in to get Dick’s top rib, and Dick shrieks, begging for Wally to stop, promising that he’ll finally calm down.
When Wally feels as though Dick has been positively tickled silly, he finally stops, releasing his grasp on Dick, allowing him to fully reveal himself from under the blanket.
Dick comes out with his hair a mess, curls falling in his eyes. His face is red and he has a huge smile plastered on his face, tears trickling from the corner of his eyes. He looks happy, and Wally thinks that he wants this to be the last thing he ever sees, Dick smiling at him, joy written across his face.
Dick pants, throwing a fake glare Wally’s way, “you’re-”
Dick is interrupted when Wally leans in for a kiss, soft and timid, and it takes him a second before he even realizes, before he’s kissing back.
When they pull away they’re both smiling, sharing identical, smitten looks. The fondness in Wally’s eyes, Dick realizes now, had always been there, he had just never taken notice.
“Dude, I’m-”
“You’re whelmed, aren’t you?” Dick asks with a little smirk on his face.
Wally just rolls his eyes, going in for another kiss.
Oooo could you write one where Dick is being a little shit, so Artemis and Beast Boy give him raspberries after pinning him down?
"Oh my god! Dick, can I please get a single second of silence?" Artemis shouts in exasperation, "how does Wally put up with this all the time?"
"Is Wally any better?" Dick asks, hanging with one hand from the chandelier.
"At least he's not raining ash down on us from the popcorn ceiling," Gar yawns, having woken up from his nap to the feeling of dust falling on his face. "Dick, can you, like, take a chill pill?"
"No can do, Gar! Alfred started giving Bruce stronger coffee because Bruce has been falling asleep at his desk more because he's getting old but Alfred doesn't know that I drink Bruce's coffee too so now we're both getting an extra dose of caffeine in our days, isn't that great? Tell me it's great. I know it's great."
"Dick!" Artemis yells when a piece of white dust lands directly on her nose, "the chandelier was not made for you to do your Flying Graysons tricks on!"
"Are you sure? I feel like Bruce definitely could've foreseen this and I think it would have been pretty smart if he had installed super duper strong chandeliers because I always swing on the chandeliers at the Manor. They're super strong, don't you think? I think so."
Gar rolls his eyes before morphing into an eagle, flying up to where Dick is doing quadruple flips on the chandelier and grabbing the back of his shirt in his beak, returning the boy to the ground.
"Aww, c'mon, Gar! I want to fly, you can fly, it's not fair, I want to fly!"
"Okay," Artemis says once Gar has placed Dick in front of her, "here's what we're going to do. You," she points a finger into Dick's chest, "are going to take a fucking nap. There's no way that your coffee high is healthy, and this feels like something we're going to have to bring up to Wally later."
"Wally? He doesn't need to know. He's my boyfriend, you know? His job is to sit there and be pretty, and he's really good at that. So good in fact-"
"Dick, did you take in anything I said?" Artemis asks, mouth agape.
"You said something about Wally. I think he's in Atlantic City right now, something about a bad speedster? How do the bad ones get powers? I don't-"
"Dick!" Gar shouts, back in his human form, "you gotta calm down, buddy."
"I am calm, I swear. I feel great, I feel like- AH!" Dick recoiled with a giggle when Artemis had stuck a finger into his side in an attempt to silence the Robin.
Her eyes lit up, a wicked smile growing on her face, and her fingers were quick to repeat their motion. She skitters her fingers up and down his sides and ribs, pleased with the result.
Gar joins, having picked up a feather that had fallen to the floor in his bird form to tickle along Dick's ears and collarbones, eliciting adorable, squeaky giggles from hi,/
"Ahahartemis! Gahahahar!" Nohoho!" Dick giggled, squirming where he stood. "Stahahahap! Ihihit tihihihickles!"
"That's like, the whole point, Robin," Artemis laughs, "you don't seem to be moving a whole lot, though."
She pulls Dick in by the waist until he's splayed across her lap, giggling himself silly.
It's safe to say Dick ends up taking a nap, eventually.
And maybe later Wally thinks the coffee dilemma deserves a round two.
Song 33: Above The Clouds Of Pompeii by Bear’s Den
Today was a tough day for Dick, it always was. It was the day that his parents fell to their deaths right in front of him. He always believed that with time things would get easier, and they never did, they just got further away and he just thought about it less.
Every year, on the same date, Dick’s mood was just completely foul. He would isolate himself from his team so they didn’t have to deal with his mood, and he’d take the day off of work. He usually ended up at one of Jason’s safe houses, or crying into Wally’s arms at his house, but today was different. Today, Dick went to the manor.
He took the window instead of going through the front door, as much as he loves Alfred, he just couldn’t bring himself to greet him today. He climbed through the window of his bedroom, and plopped onto his bed, climbing under his covers.
He put his headphones in and cried silently in the room, holding himself as he tried to calm down.
His crying grew louder over time, as he rocked back and forth, hot tears streaming.
He heard the door open, and he felt a warm body hold him against his chest, and another, much smaller one, holding him from behind. He cried even louder, into the chest of whoever was now holding him.
He was suddenly much more aware of everything around him. He could feel two sets of arms, he could taste his salty tears, and he could hear the lyrics in his headphones.
Don't cry, hold your head up high, she would want you to, she would want you to
He could feel himself calming down, his breathing was still irregular and wheezy, but he had stopped sobbing, and the tears only flowed every minute or so. He felt that soft, sleeved hands of the person behind him reach up in front of him and wipe his tears away from under his hoodie.
He felt peaceful for a moment, feeling calm and safe in the arms of his two siblings. He waited until he could mostly breathe, only shaking slightly, until he looked up to see who was holding him.
In front of him, he was met with Jason, who was being uncharacteristically affectionate in the moment, and when he turned his neck slightly to see who was behind him, he was met with Cass’ worried face.
“Are you good Dick?” Jason asked, loosening his grip on his older brother in order to give him space to move.
“I think so.” Dick rolled a little, until he was on his stomach, his two siblings both leaning towards him. “They would want me to smile, not cry.”
Jason got an idea, and a mischievous glint found his eyes. Dick looked worried, if Jason is making that face then it can only be bad news.
Caught off guard, and having just spent an hour and a half crying, Dick’s reflexes were no match for Jason’s strength. In seconds, Jason had pinned Dick to the bed, holding his hands up above his head.
“Hey Cass, let’s make Dick laugh.”
Cass’ nimble fingers started spidering along Dick’s collarbones as he tried to stifle his laughter. Instinctively, his chin met his chest. He could feel Cass’ fingers dangerously, but he tried not to react.
“Aww, c’mon Big Bird, give us a reaction,” Jason spoke in a teasy voice, motioning to Cass to move her fingers elsewhere.
Cass moved her fingers under Dick’s arms and finally got a reaction. Dick snorted before dissolving into giggles, loudly snorting every few seconds.
“Thihihis not what I meheheant!” Dick giggled, trying to slip his hands out from Jason’s.
Cass just shrugged in response, smirking slightly as she continued. She started to pinch each of Dick’s ribs, wiggling her fingers in between them and over them, and hoping to receive a better reaction than the light giggles Dick was emitting.
She got a slightly better reaction when her fingers reached his tummy, and Dick started to buck harder in Jason’s grip. He threw his head back and cackled, squealing when Cass’ finger slipped over his bellybutton. Dick had to say that he was glad that he was wearing such a thick hoodie, dulling the feeling of the tickling.
Dick wasn’t so glad when Cass reached his hips, where his sweatpants had ridden down slightly, and she started to drill in.
“NOHO! Cahahas nohohohot there!” Dick screamed, begging for mercy.
He managed to slip from Jason’s grasp and he squirmed as fast as he could to the other side of the bed, curling up and holding his knees to his chest. He put his head in his knees and giggled into them as he felt the ghost sensations, leaning against his bed’s foot-board.
Jason and Cass smiled fondly at him as Dick fussed with his hair in an attempt to fix it.
“You know,” Jason began, looking over at Cass, “I still don’t think Dick’s had enough. What do you say?”
Cass nodded in agreement, and suddenly the three of them were on a wild chase throughout the manor. Dick didn’t avoid Alfred that day after all.
Notes: So I didn't know if this anon wanted feminine Wally or female Wally. If you wanted female Wally hmu with another prompt anon!
There was heat, a lot of heat. Dick could feel his entire body heating up, no doubt in his mind that he was bright red. He searched for the words that he wanted to say, but pathetic stammering is what came out instead. His eyes were wide and blue as ever, and his face held a look of shock and… love?
Wally hadn’t even noticed the younger boy until the stammering grew louder. Words fell out of the ginger’s mouth at speedster pace, and Dick was only able to pick up key words.
Wally realized his error and slowed his speech, blushing profusely. “I-if you don’t like it I c-could change, you know it would only take me a second-d.” Wally shifted slightly as if he was going to run back into the room he had exited, but Dick called out for him to stay.
They stood there in silence for a few moments, Dick stared at Wally as Wally peered down at the floor, embarrassed to catch his lover’s eyes.
“Can you say something, I think I might just die,” Wally said with an awkward chuckle.
“Arătaţi frumos,” Dick whispered as a wide grin broke out across his bright face.
“W-what?” Wally inquired, despite knowing exactly what Dick was saying in the younger boy’s mother tongue.
“You look beautiful, absolutely astonishing.”
The noiret approached his shorter boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him. “Turn around babe.”
Wally promptly spun, now having the ability to see his own reflection in the full-length mirror. He suddenly felt very shy as he examined his outfit fully.
“Well, err… A-are you s-sure?” The green-eyed boy questioned with a sudden inability to peer at himself in the mirror. He caught Dick’s eye in the mirror and felt even more embarrassed as he caught the taller boy licking his lips and looking him up and down.
Wally suddenly grew fascinated with the visibles stitches of his short pink dress while he nervously bit the inside of his cheek. His embarrassment kept him so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed when Dick walked behind him. Warm hands wrapped around his waist as Dick’s lips kissed up and down his neck.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Wally shivered as Dick’s low whisper reached his ear, melting in Dick’s grasp. “You should dress like this more often baby boy.”
Dick was basically growling into Wally’s ear and suddenly the smaller boy was hot for an entirely different reason. Wally was suddenly very conscious of Dick’s problem, so they made their way to the bedroom so Wally could fix the problem.
Upon finishing their… escapades, Waller threw on another sundress, this time it was black with various coloured flowers on it. As they walk out of Dick’s room, Wally walks right into something that feels like a brick wall. He looks up a little to lock eyes with Jason Todd.
“Er.. Hey Jason,” Wally stutters out as the younger boy took in his appearance.
Jason bursts into laughter, laughing until he notices a disapproving look from Dick. By the time Jason calms down Wally is completely red all over, and Jason realizes his mistake.
“You look, uh, pretty West.” With that, Jason blushed and left.
“You know, in his Robin days he had a really big crush on you?” Dick teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“Go figure,” Wally responded, blushing again.
They decided to just return to Dick’s room to chill and watch some movies, so Wally changed into some short shorts and one of Dick’s shirts and lay on the bed.
“Are you alright baby?” Dick inquired, looking down at the ginger boy in his arms.
“Yeah, surprisingly I’m cool,” Wally responded and nuzzled into the taller boy.
Dick leaned down to kiss the ginger hair, “You’re so cute, who knew you’d look so amazing in a dress.” Wally laughed in response, uncurling from around the boy and putting his hands on the blue-eyed boy’s chest.
“Maybe I’m cute, but not as cute as you, I mean listen to that laugh,” Wally teased as Dick briefly looked confused.
Wally’s hands found their way to Dick’s hips quickly. “Dohohohohon’t!”
Dick tried to buck and bat the older boy off, but he was at a ticklish loss. The older boy was only half an inch or so shorter than the blue-eyed boy, and of course he was a lot faster. Wally prided himself in his ability to tear Dick apart with tickles no matter how old the two were.
Wally let his hands roam the toned abs beneath his finger. Dick giggled as his face scrunched up. Wally’s hands were slow and methodical as they traced every line and grove of Dick’s abdomen.
“Hehehehehe Wahahahalls stahahahap! Stahahap ihihihihit! NohohohoHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA,” Dick’s laughter rose as Wally dipped a nimble finger into his belly button. Dick bucked inwards, making the sensation infinitely worse.
Wally’s fingers skitted up and down Dick’s sensitive sides and laughed at the various reactions he received. His fingers found their way into the hollows of Dick’s armpits and the younger boy’s bucking increased as his pleads grew more desperate.
“WAHAHAHAHALLY NOHOHO! BEHEHE NIHIHICE,” Dick chuckled.
“You know what? I’ll stop in a sec babe, just one more thing.” Wally’s lips made contact with the soft skin of Dick’s hipbones. The younger boy sucked in as much breath as he could in an attempt to escape the torture.
“No no no Wally don’t please baby boy,” Dick softly giggled in anticipation. A few silent moments passed, and Dick could feel his nerves tingling as he waited for the inevitable feeling that would be Wally vibrating lips on his hip.
The feeling quickly arrived and Dick was thrown into loud, bubbly laughter while tears streamed down his face. “WAHAHAHAHALLY NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOW!”
After a few minutes of continuous torture, Wally ceased, laying down next to his boyfriend again.
