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Chapter 2 :
Let's Keep It Simple
In which Wally has nothing better to do, Dick has a big bad secret, and the team can't decided what movie to watch.
Dick wasn't sure how long he'd been lounging in bed with his eyes closed. Probably a while is really all he has the energy to guess.
He couldn't say if he was feeling better or not and he couldn't figure out if his mind had been invaded by a hornets' nest or if that was just his brain trying to pound its way out of his head. He knew the nauseating ache of his bones and joints were a way of recognizing he wasn't dead, so that was a good. His sore throat was gone and his nose wasn't clogged anymore which was more reasons for him to be allowed out of bed. He just didn't have to tell Alfred about how it his head was about to pop off.
Then again today was Friday, a school day.
Maybe he could play it up a bit and manage to stay home another day.
Pfft, as if.
One of his windows was cracked open explaining how he was able to smell the pungent air coming from the dark sky filled with pregnant clouds. A gust of wind blew at the long white curtains and for a while Dick just watched them silently while they dance over the rich wood floor.
As an afterthought, he wondered just how many drugs Alfred had pumped into him. Sure, when he's sick he can get a little antsy and restless and stubborn and childish and depressing and annoying and demanding and fussy and obnoxious and...
Well, if you think about it, you really can't blame the guy.
When he lifted his arm for further examination he came to realize how long he must have been unconscious. It was the feeling of numbness and a flurry of a needle-like sensation as blood began circulating through his armthat told him he'd been out and still for way past twelve hours.
With a groan he rolled onto his stomach and found his phone under a stack of white feather pillows. He had a few waiting messages in his inbox, Wally's name at the top of his screen with the most missed texts. Dick opened the conversation and read the most recent one at the bottom of the screen.
DO ONIONS HAVE NIPPLES?
What?
Do onions have nipples.
Do onions have nipples?
What?
How was he supposed to answer that?
Did they have nipples?
He blinked before closing his eyes and rubbing a knuckle over his right brow.
Ugh...
He backtracked and decided to leave his reply for when his head didn't feel so buzzy.
The next few texts were from classmates asking about homework or reminding him about a test or project. The ones from his school friends were just the standard 'Hey where are you?', 'You sick or something man?', and the classic 'Dude, how do you say I need to take a piss in German?'
Replying to his friends was easy enough. The time on his screen read 7:15AM which was about time for Alfred to burst in and drag him out of bed. There was no way he would be allowed to skip another day of school. He assured his classmates that he'd have his half of the project ready or whatever they were wondering about and told his friends he'd see them at school today and there'd better be nothing weird waiting in his locker.
He was about to drop his phone when the object vibrated and a new text appeared in his inbox.
SCHOOL TODAY?
It was hardly a sentence but there was no reason for it to be. He started nipping at his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving the screen. It was like he was in a trance, his mind far gone and his thumbs moved on their own.
YES.
Dick watched his reply pop onto the screen and sucked in a quiet breath while he waited for a response. It didn't take long.
AFTER SCHOOL. USUAL PLACE.
He could feel it. The feeling of greed and selfish passion mixed with self-hate and disgust. And then lower, towards his groin, the thought of— the knowing that— and, god, the tension. It was all so frustrating and disgusting and horrible and so terribly dirty and downright –
Sinful.
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Wally ducked his head, burying it further into his math textbook as he sneaked another mouthful of his turkey on rye. He tried to chew the entire thing without slobbering all over his desk and getting unwanted attention.
His eyes peered innocently over the top of the heavy book. Mr. Dixon had his back to the class, as he usually did, while he scribbled a mess of equations onto the blackboard, his voice droning in and out as he explained the jumble that was called algebra.
Deciding that he was safe for the moment, he allowed his eyes to briefly venture back to his lap where his cell phone was cradled. Earlier he had tried to ignore the vibration from when he received a text message.
He released one hand from the aluminum wrapped around the sandwich and used it to raise his phone and unlock it. The little envelope icon at the top of his phone had a one beside it and Wally quickly moved to his inbox.
I DIDN'T SAY THAT. AND I'VE HAD BETTER.
Wally mentally scoffed and absently dropped his sandwich onto his notes so that he had full use of both hands.
I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BRO. WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLED PERSON ARE YOU? THEY WERE THE GREATEST CREATION OF MANKIND!
A moment later his phone vibrated once again in his hand and he tapped his thumb against the little bubble to open the new message.
He was expecting some witty reply with just the right amount of sarcasm – usual Rob-style reply.
Well it wasn't.
The message wasn't even from Dick.
Wally's thumb hesitated over the home button. He really wasn't up for this right now. Maybe he could just ignore it. Pretend he never saw it. Act like the message never came through. But then, when did Wally ever not let his curiosity get the best of him.
WALLY, WE NEED TO TALK. AFTER SCHOOL.
Crap.
NEXT TIME, I PROMISE.
Wally took another brief glance at Mr. Dixon before taking another massive bite out of his sandwich. After swallowing his attention roamed back to his phone and a grimace appeared on his face.
YOU SAY THE SAME THING EVERY TIME.
Then you'd think she'd take the hint by now.
CAN'T. BUSY.
Which was true, considering today was a Friday and that meant the team would have their weekly rendezvous at the mountain, spending the entire weekend together at Mt. Justice. Besides, Dick had promised to help him study for French and Wally didn't want to be late in case the birdie made it there before him. There was a short pause before his phone vibrated. He watched the little text bubble pop up onto his screen.
I WASN'T ASKING.
Oh, feisty.
This time Wally did press the home button. He locked his phone and dropped it casually into the open mouth of his backpack. It didn't really matter anyway. He'd just do what he always did. Avoid, hide, and hope for the best.
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Dick heard his phone vibrating as it sat on the floor alongside his pants. He had no idea who it was but at the moment his ass was currently occupied and his hands were busy trying to keep his hold on the top of the bathroom stall – to keep them both stable as he was pounding into again and again.
Jason Taylor had his eyes closed shut and his eyebrows knitted together, whether with passion and pleasure or from concentrating Dick had no idea. He just knew that the next time the guy rooted to do it standing up Dick would sucker punch the dumbass.
You'd think the captain of the football team would be able to fuck and balance at the same time. Apparently multi-tasking though was not one of the star athlete's strength. Fortunately, Dick had amazing balance. Not that the big guy actually noticed.
Dick tried to tilt himself slightly forward so that Jason would actually hit his prostate instead of simply impaling himself continuously into Dick like an amateur – which was sad considering this was the third time they were 'meeting up'. The guy just didn't learn.
With a sudden groan, the athlete came which lead the brunet to open his eyes in distaste.
"Are you kidding me?"
Jason gave another throaty groan and leaned into Dick as he pulled his softening erection out of the younger.
"Wait, hey, we're not done yet."
The athlete's eyes began refocusing. He blinked a couple of times before looking down at his cock.
"Well we can go again. Just give me a few minutes."
Dick passed him an exasperated look. "It's fine. Forget it."
Now sitting on the floor, Dick ignored the cold tiles against his bare ass and spread his legs apart before starting to stroke his still erect length. He didn't miss the look the jock was giving him as he slowly played with himself. He got on his knees and leaned forward till his ass was in the air and roughly slid in three fingers while his other hand was busy squeezing his balls, alternating between gentle and rough.
A growl escaped the jocks lips as he shoved another finger into Dick's ass along with the brunets own busy fingers. Dick let out a hoarse cry as his head was forced back by the strong grasp the jock had on his hair, feeling his erection growing harder.
Dick liked it rough, and he wasn't about to deny it either.
Jason starting sucking hard against Dick's Adams apple, forcing loud moans out of the brunet.
He was going to come. Just a little more.
Dick met the breaking point when Jason bit his shoulder violently, sending waves of pleasure through his body as he orgasmed into his hand.
The jock stood, pulling his finger out of Dick's ass, and tugged his pants back up with a cocky smile on his face.
"You're such a slut, Grayson."
He stepped over Dick and unlocked the door to the bathroom, leaving the boy alone on the floor. Absently Dick watched as the door slammed shut before closing his eyes and concentrated on his breathing and cooling down. He still had to head back to the manor to gather a few things before heading over to Mount Justice for the rest of the weekend and there was no way he'd let Alfred or Bruce see him like this.
Ah, shit.
Dick prodded at the bite marks on his shoulder. He deduced it would bruise later on. Dropping his hand, he wondered how many love bites had Jason left on his body. Some of them could be covered easily under his clothes but the others wouldn't. He'd have to hide those.
What time was it anyway?
Rolling onto his stomach, he ignoring the familiar burn in his lower back as he struggled to reach his phone. He checked the time before reading the new message from Wally – who forgot his notes, again. Which didn't really surprise Dick.
Dick wobbly stood to his feet and looked himself in the mirror.
How much longer could he hide this lie? When would someone figure it out?
Dick wondered briefly whether he should text Wally that he would be more than a little late tonight. He needed to stop by his locker to grab some notes and homework then head to Macy's to stock up on concealer. Bruce was starting to get suspicious with the amount of the product missing from the cave's inventory. So far he'd only asked Dick once about it to which the boy wonder quickly blamed it on the bruising on his ribs which was true enough.
But bruises always heal and next time Bruce would check himself.
He stares at the boy in the mirror.
It looks like him. It really, honestly does.
But it's not.
He leaned in, watched the hollow, malnourished reflection replicate his move. Watched those bruised lips move as he heard his voice, hoarse and raw.
"Who are you?"
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M'gann was already plenty busy in the kitchen when Wally ran in and plopped himself onto a bar stool across the kitchen counter. Recently she had found a new recipe online that she was dying to try. She took the initiative of printing a copy out during her spare at her school's library as a reference for later. Now, being the weekends, she decided it was a perfect time to try it out as the whole team would be there.
Over the years, M'gann had learned a lot about cooking. It had become her hobby and not just something she did to try and seem normal. She knew cooking, and it was familiar and calming. She could remember every meal she had ever made and recite exactly how to remake it. It was her personal time where she could figure out the appropriate response to any confusion and resolve any inner turmoil. Of course, that was easier said than done when an impatient speedster was breathing down her neck.
"Do you need something Wally?"
Said speedster was currently standing behind her, watching the Martian chop vegetables while telepathically cracking eggs into a bowl and stirring a white frothy substance in another while the recipe sheet floated above their heads.
"Hm? Oh, no, just watching."
I know,M'gann thought before cracking open the fridge and sending more fresh veggies flying out.
"Don't you have anything to do? Homework, maybe?"
Recognized : Superboy – B04
"Was just waiting for Rob."
Wally again pulled himself onto the same seat as Superboy walked in, bundles of grocery bags in his hands.
"I bought the stuff you wanted." He placed the bulging paper bags onto the table counter before sneaking a kiss with his girlfriend.
Wally pretended he didn't see and pressed his forehead into the cold top of the marble counter. Of course the team had known he and Robin had a thing going on, back then obviously. Wally wasn't the sort of guy to hide when he was in love especially when the person he loved was constantly at his side. Dick, on the other hand, liked the more subtle approached. He wasn't a big fan of PDA and preferred the more romantic and mischievous side of a relationship when the doors were closed.
Not that Wally minded.
When he and Dick had broken up – or more specifically when Dick had broke up with him – the team had to bear the chaos of emotions that surrounded the two heart-stricken members and later on the awkward tension that followed the pair when they decided they wanted to stay friends.
It still hurt, when he saw in M'gann and Kon, what he used to share with Dick.
"Wally."
He lifted his head at the sound of his name, trying to contort his emotions as he looked up at Conner.
"Huh?"
Recognized: Artemis – B07
The clone pointed to the widescreen behind them with his thumb and a small smile.
"Wanna game for a while?"
Before Wally could reply an irritated blonde burst into the room, a firm scowl on her lips. "I hate guys."
"Hey, ouch," Wally mockingly put a hand over his heart.
"What happened?" M'gann questioned worriedly while stirring and mixing the vegetable into one of the bowls.
Artemis dropped her bag onto the counter and slumped into the seat beside Wally. "So I was supposed to be meeting up with this guy after school –"
"What guy?" Wally asked, leaning a cheek against the palm of his hand.
"Just this guy from school. Anyway, he was suppose to meet me –"
"Oh yeah? What's his name?"
Artemis gave Wally a pointed look before answering. "Jason Taylor, captain of our football team," she smiled smugly for a moment before remembering why they were talking about said boy. "Jerk was supposed to take me out after school. We were going to go out for dinner together –"
"Like a date."
"Shut up Wally –" Artemis pulled at her hair and M'gann gave Wally a small smile that told him to do-what-she-says before going back to her cooking. "—Why are guys such assholes?"
No words were passed for a moment while Artemis stared an absent-minded Wally down. "Baywatch, I was actually talking to you that time."
Said redhead was picking at the sleeve of his hoodie, "Thought it was rhetorical."
Throwing her hands in the air with an exasperated roll of her eyes, the blonde grabbed her bag and slid off her seat. "Hey Supey, did Kaldur mention when he's going to get here?"
Conner momentarily let his eyes stray from the floating knife and turned his attention towards Artemis. "He said he'd be here by the time dinner was ready. So, anyone up for gaming? Or movie night?"
"Let's have movies," the archer slung her bag onto her shoulder.
M'gann smiled eagerly, "Oh, oh, I saw this commercial on TV last night. There was this alien princess that was sold into slavery by her sister and bad, bad things happened to her before she escaped and came to earth where she joined a team of heroes and fell in love."
Wally sat up enthusiastically. "Oh! I know that one. I read the book."
"You read?" Artemis scoffed,
"The comic," Wally pouted, leaning his cheek against his hand again.
Conner quickly stole a chopped carrot and popped it in his mouth. "Oh, right, I saw the commercial for that too. But I don't think the movies out yet."
"Hmm," Wally scratched his ear absently, "What about we watch the one where this guy gets beaten up with a crowbar then dies in an explosion only to be brought back from the dead as this badass mother fucker out to kill the people who killed him."
"That was a stupid movie."
"You're stupid," Wally called after Artemis as she left the room, probably to dump her things in her own.
Conner placed his hand on Wally's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll watch it with you."
Wally knocked his hand against the brunets shoulder. "Thanks Supey, you want –"
Recognized: Robin – B01
"Oh, Rob's here!"
Wally sped out of the room in a hurry, the same words streaming continuously out of his mouth till he slid to a halt in front of the smaller boy holding a duffel bag in one hand and a backpack slung over a shoulder.
"A hotdog on a stick."
"Pogo's, dude. How can you not like it? Anyway what took you so long man?"
Dick had a cocky smile as he shoved his blue duffel bag into the speedsters awaiting hands. "Mathletes meeting was moved to today."
It was a lie. Wally knew it but he decided not to comment on it. For the past few months Dick was always late, coming up with new excuses and sometimes using old ones when he wasn't in the mood.
Today was an old one which meant Dick was probably not feeling so great and was playing like everything was normal which meant Wally was supposed to pretend everything was fine as well which meant saying anything about it would be a bad idea which meant he was suppose to change the subject.
It was simple, really simple; it had to be simple if he wanted things to stay simple.
To stay normal.
Forcing a smile, Wally followed Dick towards the bedrooms, towing the boy's heavy bag in his arms. "Did you bring your notes?"
This time the brunet flashed a wide grin.
"Where do you wanna study?"
"Wherever's fine, shorty."
Wally could see the pout of displeasure on the brunet's lips and this time the smile on his face was genuine.
Complications were just bad.
"Supey wants to have a movie night though."
"Oh yeah? Which movie?"
"The one where the guy is murdered and comes back to life –"
"—as a badass mother fucker?"
Wally nudged the smaller boy playfully. "I love that movie."
"The best."
Simple was good.
Normal was good.
Wally smiled, "Definitely."
A/N : Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows! You guys make me smile. YJ:Invasion gets me too emotional and I just wasn't in the mood to write anymore for a while. I heard if they get a season three there's gonna be another time skip. Greeat. Whateva. I loves me some Dick so I couldn't just abandon this story. If you find any mistakes or anything that confuses you, be free to drop me a message.
PS - Can you guess who the 'movies' were based on?