Title: Ready

Rating: T

Warning: Slash (Boy/boy), lots 'cussing, suggestive themes, and a cross-dressing kink. (Actually, there will be quite a few kinks in here ;D )

Summary: Wally and Dick have been going out for a month now, but Wally wants to keep their relationship a secret from the team, his school, and his parents for the time being. So, instead, he starts going out with a certain 'Rachelle' to get around the problem. Birdflash, with a cross-dressing Robin.

Author's Note: Request from xTeionx… Hope you like it! :) It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I just really took to the idea so it'll be in at least three parts XD Don't forget to review! ^^

Disclaimer: Have you guys heard what CN decided to do? Put YJ on hiatus again for another three months after we got only two new eps? Someone shoot me right now. At least I got the new episode from Itunes "Before the Dawn", and I have to say, that was probably my favorite episode yet of Season 2. No, I don't own Young Justice.

Ready – Part I: "No"

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{Gotham City, Wayne Manor,

May 22, 21:16 EDT}

"I, um… don't think so…No..." Wally's voice was hesitant; he was not quite sure of his answer. He glanced down at his hands, unable to meet Dick's bright blue gaze boring into him.

"No?" The younger boy's voice rose up at the end of that short syllable, signifying a question. Perhaps even hoping for a different answer, Wally couldn't be sure. The redhead sighed, their eyes meeting briefly in the near-darkness.

"No," he repeated firmly. Guilt twisted his heart as an almost-unnoticeable sliver of hurt crossed Dick's gaze. It pained him inside every time Dick got hurt… and it hurt a thousand times more when he knew he was the reason behind that hurt. God, that was the last thing he'd ever wanted, but right now he was sure of his answer, no matter the pain it caused both of them. "I…I'm sorry, I'm just not…"

"That's okay, Walls, I understand." Dick's voice was light and unruffled, and if Wally didn't know any better he'd think it really was 'okay' with him. "Text me when you get home, 'kay?"

Today was their one-month anniversary. One month… To Wally, it seemed both an eternity and a ridiculously short time. One month ago, to the very day, Dick had confronted Wally in the silent, dark halls of Mount Justice ("I've seen the way you look at me, Wally. Watching me, all the time, like I'm some kind of unattainable sweet on the top shelf of the candy store."). One month ago Wally had been reduced to a pile of blubbering, blushing mush, unable to answer Dick's questions ("I…I…you wouldn't understand… I don't… either…"). One month ago Wally had involuntarily stolen his best friend's first kiss ("I'm your best bro, KF. I'm sure whatever it is you can tell me. And believe me when I say I'm probably not as clueless as you might thi—mmff…") And one month ago Wally had asked Dick out, stuttering and nervous, but grinning like a love-sick idiot because he already knew the answer from the look in those blue eyes ("W-will you be my boyfriend, Mr. Richard John Grayson?") One month had passed in pure bliss… except for this one question which had hung over their heads like an ill-omened shadow: What to share with and what to keep secret from the rest of the world?

Just a few minutes earlier, Dick had reluctantly led Wally to the front door of the Wayne Manor. They'd stood next to each other, neither wanting to initiate the 'goodnight' and 'goodbye', even though they went through this same routine every night. Their anniversary evening together had been perfect, and neither wanted it to end. Dick had brought that up then, casually, after they'd kissed on the doorstep, hidden away from prying eyes by the overlapping shadows: "Do you want to tell them about… us, tomorrow?"

Which brings us back to the present time, where a guilt-ridden Wally sighed as he slipped the red goggles over his eyes to protect them from the wind, wondering if he should go back and tell Dick 'yes' instead of 'no'. He turned, hesitated, but then only raised a hand in a wave to the dark silhouette of his boyfriend on the steps of the Manor. He shot off into the night in a blur of smudged color.

The guilt still twisted in the depths of his stomach, bringing a bitter taste to his mouth as he ran. Dick didn't deserve this… he didn't deserve a boyfriend who was such a fucking coward that he couldn't even bring himself to hold his hand in public… He didn't deserve someone who made him feel unappreciated every time they went out to a movie as 'just friends'. Dick deserved someone better… Wally's red boots slipped on some murky spilt oil on the highway, but he regained his balance after a few steps.

He wished he could. He wished he had the nerve to stand in front of his parents and hold Dick's hand, unfazed by their disgusted looks which he was sure to receive. He wished he had the guts to walk out of school each day and be greeted by a blue-eyed wonder, to kiss him hello on the sidewalk in full view of everyone, and not give a shit. He wished he didn't care about what the other members of his team or the League would think of him. But he just wasn't ready yet.

He'd have to come up with some other solution… either that, or he'd have to suck it up and get over his cowardice. Honestly, the first option appealed more to him. You're an idiot. A real, good for nothing idiot. I really don't get what Dick could ever have seen in you.

However, a slight smile made its way to his face as an idea came to him, and by the time he had arrived at Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry's front door, it had morphed into a dangerous grin. Oh yes, when Wally West came up with a good idea, then the world better watch out. His previous uncharacteristically depressing and angsty thoughts flew from his mind as he pulled out his phone to text Dick that he had gotten home safely, just like he'd promised.

{Gotham City, Wayne Manor,

May 23, 08:03 EDT}

"No." This time, it was Dick's turn to say 'no', but the situation now was quite different from the one of last night.

"C'mon, Dick, it'll be fun!" Wally argued, tilting his boyfriend's chin towards him so they could look each other in the eye. "Please?" Dick sighed, closing his eyes so as to not get lost in the pools of pleading green that gazed down at him.

"No, Wally. That's just ridiculous!" He easily evaded the kiss Wally was trying to give him as a bribe. The redhead huffed, crossing his arms with that deadly determined look in his eye which Dick both loved and dreaded.

"Look, I've been thinking about this, and I really think it's the only way right now. Dick, I just want this thing to work out for us, I really do. I'm so sorry that I'm being a horrible boyfriend," he ignored Dick's protests at that, "so I'm trying to make it up to you. Can't we please just give it a shot? Just for… just for now at least. Until I'm—"

"Until you're ready, yeah I know." Dick was quiet, regarding Wally's eagerly expectant face with an unreadable expression. Inwardly, he wasn't sure if he should burst out laughing, get offended, or give Wally a hug for his efforts. Because really; making him dress up as a girl just so they could go out in public together? What kind of a ridiculous idea was that? Oh yeah; a typical Wally idea.

Dick knew the internal conflict Wally struggled with through. He knew that Wally's parents were strictly religious and frowned upon anything less than heterosexual behavior. He knew that the kids in Wally's school and community were rather close-minded, living in Kansas as he did. It was only natural for Wally to be afraid of their reactions, and to want to hide his bisexuality and his boyfriend from them. And Dick understood, of course he did. He wished he could say he didn't mind it either, but that wasn't quite the truth. He didn't blame Wally for anything, that wasn't it. If anything, he blamed the fucking narrow-minded idiots who somehow missed the turning of the century. But there was a twinge deep in his heart whenever Wally kept a careful, almost exaggerated distance from him each time they left the security of the house.

The younger boy sighed, leaning back against the pillows of the couch he was currently sitting on. Maybe it would be nice to go on a real date with him, to feel Wally's warm comforting hand wrapped around his own, to kiss him without having to look around surreptitiously beforehand…

"Fiiine…" he conceded, giving Wally a reproachable look. "But I'm not letting you go out shopping by yourself." Wally pumped a fist up in the air in victory, looking like he'd just won the lottery.

"Yes! Can we go now? Please? I can run us to that new mall that just opened in New Carthage, it's just a couple miles away and we'll be back by this evening and there's that movie, what's it called, playing tonight so maybe we can go see that too or whatever you want to do because I'll do whatever you want, 'cause you're just awesome like that and thank you," he blabbed excitedly, jumping from the sofa and pacing about. Dick followed him with his eyes, an amused look on his face.

"You just can't wait to see me in a skirt, can you?"

"Well, hell yeah! You'll make a fucking hot girl, that's all I can say. I mean, you're a fucking hot guy already, but still." Dick burst out laughing, and refrained from answering. He stood up from the couch, grabbed his denim jacket, and then made his way down the hall to the old grandfather clock at the end of it.

"Where are you going now?" asked Wally, following close behind.

"Bruce always keeps a trunk full of stuff for last minute disguises down in the Batcave," Dick replied, taping in the secret code and stepping confidently into the elevator that brought them deep under the foundations of the Wayne Manor. They walked down the eerily quiet corridor, the unnatural white light illuminating the ever present mist that floated about, giving the whole place a futuristic and queer atmosphere.

Dick unlocked the said trunk, rummaging through the collection of fake mustaches, wigs, old patched coats, hats and more.

"But… why?" pressed Wally, watching him from the side.

"Because, won't it be a little odd if two boys go in there trying on girl clothes?" Dick retorted, pulling out the desired wig from the bottom of the pile. He glanced at himself in the mirror as he set the mop of dark brown, shoulder-length hair on his head, and then swept it up into a messy bun, letting a few strands hang down to frame his face. He set the characteristic dark glasses on his nose, and shrugged the tight-fitting jacket on. Along with his skinny jeans and slender build, he could pass for a tomboyish girl already.

He turned to the redhead, setting his hands on his hips and raising an eyebrow. Wally just smirked, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

"Let's go then, beautiful."

{New Carthage Shopping Mall,

May 23, 08:33 EDT}

"What about this one?" Wally suggested, holding up a dark green dress with a red geometrical pattern along its hem.

"No, dude, you have the most bizarre taste ever. I'll look like a Christmas decoration in that thing," Dick retorted, yanking the dress out of Wally's hands and shoving it rather roughly back into its place.

"Yeah, well that's basically what you've said about the last fifty ones I've suggested! Make up your mind!" huffed Wally. Dick just rubbed his temples with two fingers.

"Do I have to—"

"Yes! Rob, don't back out now! Come on, you'll be the most cruel tease in the history of teasers if you don't go through with this after you promised me." Wally waved his arms around wildly to prove his point, and accidentally hit his knuckles on the edge of a clothes rack. He yelped, and then sucked on his injured finger.

"You know, I could just get some normal shorts and a tee-shirt, like ninety percent of all teenage girls," grumbled Dick, grabbing Wally's hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb over it soothingly. "I don't need to wear a dress…"

Wally then indignantly launched on a long long explanation of why Dick has to wear a girls outfit, because he'll look really sexy and cute, and so on and so forth. He didn't notice the furrowing of Dick's brows the longer he talked.

"You know, if you're so eager to change my gender, then why don't you just go get yourself a girlfriend since I'm obviously not good enough," snapped Dick suddenly, dropping Wally's hand and stalking angrily away from the shocked speedster. It took Wally a moment to realize why Dick was upset. He caught up quickly with the retreating figure, spinning him around and grabbing Dick by the shoulders.

"Dick? That's not what I mean, not at all. You should know that! You're my boyfriend, and you're the only one that I want, and… I don't want you to ever change. Even if you'll look hot in a dress, you're just perfect the way you are." Dick glared at him, but it melted soon enough into a chuckle.

"Sheesh dude, will you stop becoming such a sap every five minutes?" he teased, wriggling out of Wally's grasp. "Fine. Let my superior taste in picking out clothes do the rest," he said, his eyes scanning over the racks of multi-colored dresses. He wasn't Bruce Wayne's son, and raised by Alfred, for nothing. Wally, however, was skeptical.

"Dude, you're going to find something totally modest with, like, no skin showing, and all ugly," he grumbled. Dick ignored him, continuing his meandering through the aisles.

"Aha," he exclaimed, prowling over to a dress that had caught his eye. He pulled it out with a flourish, turning and showing it to Wally. The speedster's eyes widened. It was an off-the shoulder dress; a low cut neckline that would leave the wearer's shoulder bare. It looked like a tight fit, cut to accentuate each and every curve, and barely reaching mid-thigh. A loose, wide, black belt wrapped around the waist completed the look. But that which was most surprising about it was the color; it matched Dick's eyes to a T. It was a dark, cerulean blue, with tones of indigo and turquoise in it depending on how the light hit it. Okay, it didn't quite match Dick's eyes; no fabric could impeccably re-create those gorgeous shifting hues of blue that constituted Dick's eye color. But it was close enough; close enough that it would bring out beautiful colors in Dick's eyes and skin and hair that Wally didn't even know existed. All in all, it was perfect.

Dick cackled lightly at his dumb-struck expression, flouncing off towards the dressing rooms. When Wally made to follow him, however, Dick set a hand to his chest and pushed him backwards.

"Girls only, Walls. You'll see me soon enough, I imagine." And Wally was left pacing grumpily in front of the closed door of the women's dressing room while he waited for Dick to finish trying it on.

"So? Does it fit?" he asked the minute the door opened again.

"Perfectly," answered Dick, slinging the dress over his arm. "You still going to complain about my taste in clothes?"

"Nope," replied Wally promptly, laughing. "Okay, now we're going to the cosmetics section. Let's see if your taste in makeup is as good," he announced, grabbing Dick's arm and dragging him off. Dick sighed in defeat, running his fingers through his fake-hair.

It took them all of four hours to finish shopping. Wally felt like they were turning into veritable girls now. Along with the dress, they had bought Dick some jean shorts (mini-shorts, on Wally's insistence), black high-heeled boots that reached to his knee, a push-up bra to give the impression of some kind of bosom , seeing as Dick was really too flat to pull it off if he wore a tight fitting shirt, several tank-tops, a razor to shave his legs and underarms, jewelry, a whole stack of cosmetics; mascara, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, lip-gloss, make-up remover, etcetera…

Loaded down with bags, they finally stumbled back through the front door of the Wayne Manor, starving and exhausted. Wally couldn't believe it was still only just about one o'clock; it felt like it should be time for bed. They plopped down on Dick's comforter, gobbled down the stack of sandwiches Alfred sent up to them, and played a round of Mario Kart to relax.

"Hey, you wanna come over to my place now? You know… to introduce you to Uncle Barry and Aunt I?" Wally suggested.

"Hmm… " Dick looked up from the screen, biting back a yawn. He was really tired now; shopping really takes something out of you he'd realized. He certainly didn't have the seemingly boundless energy that his speedster boyfriend did. Tomorrow, however, would be Sunday. He'd already finished all his homework Friday night so he'd have the weekend free to spend with Wally… though he had not expected it to be spent going out clothes shopping. Despite trying to hide it, a small sliver of excitement found its way into his mind about the prospect of putting on the dress and the make-up. He wanted to see Wally's face when he first laid eyes on him… and he wanted to see to what lengths he could go to pull it off. Starting with fooling Wally's aunt and uncle. "How about tomorrow? Come over sometime in the early afternoon, and you can run us to your place, okay?"

"Sounds good," murmured Wally. They wasted the rest of the day playing video games, interspersed with a making out session, and more eating on Wally's part until it was time for Robin to go on patrol. Wally had offered to help him out with that too, but Batman had forbidden him. All three of them knew that when Kid Flash joined Robin on patrol, then there was hardly any patrolling that happened.

Wally went to sleep that night, his dreams full of images of his boyfriend in skirts and high-heels, feeling slightly more guilt-free than he had in a long time.

{Gotham City, Wayne Manor,

May 24, 12:05 EDT}

Five past noon counts as 'early afternoon', right? Well, to a speedster it would just have to work. Wally speed-knocked two dozen times on the grand wooden door of the Wayne Manor, except they blurred together so it was almost impossible to distinguish them as separate beats. Dick had asked him several times why he didn't just 'use the doorbell like every other normal person' but Wally knew that with this method, Alfred would always know exactly who it was without having to ask. No other human can knock on a door at ten times per second. Hello, Fastest Boy Alive here?

"Ah, good afternoon Master Wallace," greeted the elderly butler. He stepped aside to let Wally in. Apparently, to the members of the Bat family, five past noon counted as 'afternoon' as well. One more thing to put on his list of things he and Dick had in common. "Master Richard is just getting ready in his room, he'll be down in a few minutes," Alfred added, with a little twinkle in his eyes.

Wally thanked him and made to run up the stairs, but Alfred detained him with a plate of cookies. Seriously, the man was almost as good of a ninja as Robin. Where had that plate of cookies come from? Wally could have sworn his hands had been empty a second ago.

As a result, he almost missed Dick's appearance at the top of the staircase. When he did, Wally had to practically pick his jaw up from the floor where it had fallen open in surprise. Dick was wearing a dress. The dress. He was wearing either a really realistic wig, or perfectly blended extensions, styled in a long-ish pixie cut and parted on the side of his head so his bangs fell sideways across his forehead to partly conceal his eyes. Stands hanging over his ears framed his face perfectly, somehow giving it just that right touch. He was standing on the landing of the spiral staircase, his hand on his cocked hip and an eyebrow raised as he beheld Wally's shocked appearance.

"Pretty convincing, eh?" he asked rhetorically, pirouetting once so the dress flared out displaying his bare legs and high-heels. Alfred just smiled silently to himself, and retreated back into the kitchen with the half-finished plate of cookies which Wally had abandoned. The speedster shook himself mentally to snap out of his daze. He wolf-whistled instead, and met Dick at the bottom of the stairs. The guy could walk surprisingly easily in those high-heels… Must be because of his incredible balance from all his acrobatic training, Wally mused.

"Jeeze, dude, you look amazing," he murmured, eyeing Dick's form appreciatively. Up close Wally could see the dusting of blush over his normally pale cheeks, the smoky dark border around his bright eyes, and the glisten on his lips. All in all, he looked perfectly irresistible. Especially when he winked at Wally in that teasing manner and sashayed to the front door before the redhead could lean in to kiss him hello. Yes, sashayed.

"I know," he replied smugly. Apparently the reluctance with which he had agreed to the plan yesterday had vanished to be replaced with pure cockiness. It was true; Dick looked stunning. But on the other hand, it was a little weird for Wally. Seeing his boyfriend look so feminine, so… foreign, was a bit unsettling. Sure Dick was as hot as Wally had imagined he would be, more so in fact, but a part of him wished his boyfriend would just go back to what he really looked like. Because it all looked kind of fake. What was he thinking? It was all fake. That was the whole point. Wally sighed internally.

"Alright, let's go," Dick announced, grabbing a little blue bag from the telephone table and slinging it over his shoulder.

"I hope you're not planning on leaving without letting me know first," came a deep voice from behind them. Wally let out a very manly-sounding squeak and spun around so fast his sneakers slipped on the polished hardwood floor.

"Oh, hey Bruce," Dick replied without a hitch, turning in a much more elegant manner than Wally before him. He probably knew his adoptive father had been there the whole time anyway. "I'm just heading over to Wally's." Bruce, of course, was already aware of Wally and Dick's relationship. It had never even crossed their minds to keep it a secret from him; who are you kidding, keeping a secret from the World's Greatest Detective and the World's Most Overprotective Dad? Still, Wally was impressed when Bruce didn't even bat an eyelid as he took in Dick's new effeminate appearance.

"Are you his new girlfriend? He got over Richard pretty fast," the Batman replied with his usual expressionlessly cool demeanor. Wally stared at Bruce blankly. He couldn't tell if the Bats was making a joke (Joke? Batman? Same sentence?) or if it was a subtle warning. Yeah, he was going to go with the latter. Wally gulped. If he and Dick ever bro—no he was not even going to think that. It wouldn't ever happen.

When he got no reply from either of them, Bruce just sighed. "Fine. Be back by ten," he stated, and turned on his heel to make his exit.

"Aaactually," Dick called him back, dragging the word out imploringly, "I was wondering if I could stay the night? We," he glanced at Wally, "thought we could go see Wally's parents tomorrow, maybe…" Wally glared at him. They had never decided anything of the sort. But, he supposed they might as well give it a try, now that Dick mentioned it. Oh well, he'd think about that tomorrow. If Bruce allowed the sleepover, of course. Wally crossed his fingers behind his back in childish hope as the imposing Wayne patriarch eyed his ward for a long unblinking moment.

Bruce then heaved a sigh again and waved a hand as if to mean 'whatever'. "Don't use the front door, someone might see you," he advised curtly, then disappeared silently down the hallway without another word. Wally let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Great, thanks Bruce!" called Dick happily, smirking at Wally. He grabbed the redhead's hand and led the way to where his R-Cycle was parked in a hidden alcove on the south-facing side of the Manor. Despite the fact that Wally was a speedster and could run them down to Central in ten minutes flat, they always took the longer ride on the R-Cycle. They both loved riding the motorcycle together; Wally loved the exhilaration (Robin rode the bike like a bucking bronco…), which was a lot like when he ran himself but different in a thrilling way. Dick just loved being encased tightly in Wally's arms as they shot down the dark alleys, the wheels of the R-Cycle riding up the pavement because he cut the corners so tightly. It was always just another excuse to get close to each other.

Dick tossed Wally the spare helmet and slipped a leg over the seat, scooting up so Wally could join him. Just before they slid quietly out of the shadows, the engine purring softly, they heard through the open door of the kitchen;

"Would you like a cookie, Master Bruce?"

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Author's Note: I hope the going backwards and forwards in time at the beginning wasn't too confusing… please tell me if it was.

Dick's dress was loosely based off of this: i50. tinypic 11lpus7 .jpg (Seven spaces)

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