#wllywst

[nightbins]

wally  has  hidden  an  injury  from  dick ,  and  dick  finds  out .

there were very things that got passed dick, especially when it came to his friends. after growing up with them, he liked to think he knew them better than he knew himself. they all had their certain quirks and tells that he knew like the back of his hand, @wllywst's being particularly noticeable. the way his face slightly pinched together at the brows like he was concentrating, the slightly strain of his smile, and, of course, the fact that the fastest man alive shouldn't be limping to begin with. he waits a bit before actually approaching him about it, giving his friend some time to mention it himself. and when that time passes into a week, and that nasty bruise never leaving, dick finally puts it upon himself to ask about it. he corners the taller man in the kitchen, pose entirely casual but the slightly ominous aura couldn't be understated.

❝ so, are we gonna keep acting like you haven't been limping around the tower all week, or are you going to actually tell me what happened ? ❞

nonverbal prompts ━ accepting

[cowled]

@wllywst is this your flash 'contingency plan'? starving me to death?

"You know damn well that's to peacefully bring you in and also no, I didn't plan on starving you to death. I didn't realize how much you ate. Just go up the stairs, there's a warehouse across the manor. That's where we bulk store a lot of our food. There should be multiple containers filled with ice cream and other frozen food."

[nightbins]

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

when was there ever a time when something wasn't wrong ? something has been wrong since that day all those years ago, the end of one life and the start of another. dick could say his life has been nothing but a series of tragedies since then, but even he wasn't quite that dramatic. after all, how could his life be a tragedy with @wllywst and his other friends at his side ? though the world may see them as nothing more than stupid teens putting their noses where they don't belong, dick could safely say he wouldn't be here without them. all his uncertainty, all his restlessness, didn't seem so bad with them at his side. so what was comfort is not shared ? he nudges the redhead's shoulder, hoping to get wally to look at him.

❝ course i would, because friends tell each other when something's wrong, right ? ❞ well, they were all trying to work on that part, at least. ❝ you'd tell me if something was wrong too, i hope. ❞

morbid curiosity ━ accepting

[arrowmade]

you were the only person i could go to.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THERE WERE SO MANY people he could've gone to. wally was loved, by everyone. he was like a literal ray of sunshine, he brightened everyone's day just by being in the same room as them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hell, wally was one of very few people who could pull roy's head out of his ass when shit got really bad.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the door is opened so quickly, ushering him inside. it was a no-brainer. the guy was shaking, and clearly something had happened. something that he felt he could only come to roy for.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the list of things roy was specifically specialized in handling was... uh, a bit scary, when it was wally asking. “ it's okay, wal. settle in, i can get you a blanket. want some coffee ? tea ? ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PRE-ESTABLISHED // @wllywst

[optimisticrobin]

❝ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"Anything remotely dangerous, huh? You do realise that that's my whole MO, right?" Even before he put on the mask for the first time, Dick and danger had gone together like peanut butter and jelly. He was a Flying Grayson, after all. He supposed Wally did have a point though. Things had gotten pretty rough out there – always did when Deathstroke was involved.

He was fine though. Well, maybe not fine, but he'd been worse. That time he'd been beaten half to death by Two-Face? Definitely worse. Still, cracked ribs were never ideal. Wilson sure hit hard with that enhanced strength of his.

"I will concede to taking a break though if you wanted to stick around. Takeout, movies...it'd be just like old times."

[nightbins]

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

it sort of depends on the level your talking about. he's naturally a very affectionate person, and doesn't see a problem with doing some things that are generally considered intimate with his friends, namely cuddling and being a little touchy ( not in intimate areas though ). for actual true intimacy, i would like to say he is somewhat free with it, but in the sense that he wears his heart out openly and loves easily. at the same time though, there's a level of safety that he needs to have to completely let his guard down and be intimate on a level that isn't just physical

symbol headcanon questions ━ accepting

[lumined]

if anybody messes with you , let us know - okay ?

❝ i appreciate that, really, but you might be biting off more than you titans can chew with that offer. people tend to mess with me a lot. kinda my whole thing. ❞

not that the titans were incapable of handling things ( he's sure there's a long and totally epic list of villains they've fought that ol' spidey wasn't familiar with ), but he always had trouble asking others for help. though blessed by the friendship of many people, and now @wllywst and the titans, troubling them with his worries was the last thing he wanted. after all, they had their own villains and problems to deal with, they didn't need more on their plate. he'd just be putting them in harm's way, and he couldn't allow that to happen. it brings a small smile to his face, though, thinking of all the people who cared for him so absolutely.

❝ but, sure. and if you ever need my help, give your friendly neighborhood spider a call, alright ? i'll be there before you know it. ❞

the mick ━ accepting

[cowled]

hey bats. you wouldn't happen to have any rocky road in this place, would ya?

"Go upstairs." He's tapping something on the computer before finally turning to look at him, sighing. "Check the walk-in freezer. There's loads of ice cream in there. We get the big tubs—the ten gallon size." He adds a bit later, now accessing camera feeds.