"What if I wasn't real?" Dick looked over at Wally, slightly tightening his grip on the redhead's hand. "What if this was a fantastic dream, and you were in a coma or something?"

"God, I hate this game," Wally replied, not looking at the boy lying next to him. The two of them stared at the stars, very bright and very real. "Why are you bothering with such a stupid question?"

"No reason," he said simply. "Your turn. You ask a dumb question."

"Okay, umm…crap, I can't think of one…"

"Yet you have one when we don't need it," Dick teased his boyfriend.

"Oh, I've got it! What if we elope? We'll leave the Team forever, and move to Wyoming or something, where no one can track us?"

"That sounds nice, actually. Maybe one day, we'll fly away…"

"Leave all this to yesterday," Wally sang, startling Dick. "Why live life from dream to dream/ And dread the day when dreaming—" Dick threw his hand over Wally's mouth, effectively silencing the speedster.

"Don't ruin that song. I actually like it, so don't ruin it with that pitchy little voice of yours."

"What, like you can sing any better?" Wally challenged, raising an eyebrow. Dick pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Course I can. I'm freakin' perfect like that."

"You wish," Wally retorted lamely, sitting up alongside the brunette. The two fell into a comfortable silence, taking in each other's presence.

"The stars are fantastic tonight, aren't they?" Dick finally said. He turned to the redhead, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like they turned up their brightness all the way, just for us."

"Now you're being ridiculous," Wally said with a smile. "But yeah. It's almost…unreal, dare I say."

"'Dare I say'? And I thought I was talking funny."

Wally snorted in response. "I guess tonight is a night for sappy romantics."

"Yeah, maybe." Dick leaned against Wally, inhaling that smell of cinnamon and outside and something that was just so Wally. "God, I could stay like this forever."

Wally's dreamy smile faltered slightly. "Yeah, so could I."

"If only…"

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Dick's eyes fluttered open. He was alone in his room at Mount Justice. Quietly, he climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway. Entering the room opposite his, he curled into the bed, pressing gently against the curled up body.

"Mmm, Rob? Was it—"

"Yeah," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around the redhead.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." The two sunk into the silence, letting it seep into their minds, bringing a cooling touch to their tired brains.

"God, I miss him," he sobbed. "So freaking much." He buried his face into her soft chest, allowing, M'gann to wrap her arms around him.

"Me too, Robin." Around his figure, her body grew and solidified. Her muscles became bigger and more defined. The shape of her jaw changed, and her chest flattened into taut pectorals. Her legs became slightly prickly with body hair, but it didn't bother him. It was a nightly ritual, one that he knew was unhealthy for him, but he continued to indulge it. He needed Wally in his life, even if he wasn't there himself.

"Me too," he heard Wally say.

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Author's comment: I wasn't quite sure what I was doing with this. I came up with the first line, and then it kinda spiraled out of control. IDK, what do you think?