Nestled high above the world, feet dangling through dead space, Dick's blue eyes gazed distantly out through the navy of the sky and the millions of glowing stars twinkling farther out than he could even attempt to comprehend. His tan fingers grasped at the grass lazily, clutching it in a lazy hold, the prettier of the weeds brushing up against the skin that the pushed up sleeves of his jacket revealed.
"Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine…" he sang softly, his voice tracing the wind back to its source and floating out to the ocean where it was swallowed in the deafening roars of the waves, "…so won't you fly with me?"
He smiled an upturn of his lips so gentle that it tamed the cool of the breeze rustling his hair wicked over his tan features. It's gentle edge was torn by a caressing set of lips, placed to the crown of his head, robbing his expression to quick surprise. The smile returned with a vengeance when the exposed blue eyes recognized the emerald ones lovingly looking down to meet them.
"Wendy grew up and Peter ended up with her daughter. They didn't hook up, babe," Wally huskily whispered into the ebony's ear, sitting himself right beside the teen and interlacing their fingers, "but we did."
Dick blushed softly, using his free hand to guide his bangs the way he liked them, smiling dreamily over at his boyfriend before setting his head to the ginger's shoulder.
"You and I turned out fine…" he corrected himself, "… so won't you fly with me?"
-F.