It was nearing 8:30 pm when Dick heard a knock on the door. He looked up, oven mitts in hand and a casserole on the counter. He took off his mitts and put them down before exiting the kitchen, "Coming."

When he opened the door he saw Wally, in a black shirt and jeans. He held out a bouquet of baby's breath and daises, "Got these for you."

"They're beautiful. Thanks," Dick took the flowers and went back to the kitchen to find a vase.

Wally stepped in and closed the door behind him, "Smells good in here. That's one thing you got from Alfred."

Dick snorted as he searched his cabinets, "Better Alfred than Bruce."

Wally sat down on the couch while he waited.

"Oh it's ready; I've just got to set the table."

"I got it," Wally stood again and went into the room to help his boyfriend.

As the redhead was putting down a pair of blue plates, cups, and napkins on the table, Dick brought over the casserole. He set it down on a centerpiece which also served as a potholder.

Wally noticed the flowers on the counter to his left, though his number one priority was still the food.

As they ate, Dick noticed Wally eating slowly again. "You don't have to be polite for me; I'm fine with the way you eat," he put his fork down.

Wally looked up, his expression apologetic, "Sorry but I just feel stupid. I mean, you don't eat as much as me."

"My metabolism isn't a hundred times higher than that of an average person," Dick replied.

The redhead frowned slightly.

Dick softened his tone, "Come on. You've been going to school, training, and listening in on League matters today. Eat."

"If you say so," the speedster attacked his plate with renewed vigor.

Despite the fray, the raven-haired teen felt himself smiling. He stopped eating, just watching Wally for a few minutes. After that he asked, "So…what did happen at that meeting anyway?"

Wally looked up, a noodle hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it up and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "We figured out our plan."

"Go on."

"Superman is going to lead a group with GL, Hawkgirl, and Batman. They're going to attack the west angle of the building," the redhead explained.

"To fight Al Ghul and Joker or to save the hostages?"

"Both, actually."

"So what exactly are you going to do? Are you not going or something?" Dick perked up.

/That wouldn't be a bad thing/.

"No, I'm going. But remember from the newspapers that Al Ghul stole a generator along with the President of Biayla and his entourage?" Wally cocked his head.

"Hello Dick! Of course, I forgot all about that," the blue-eyed boy shook his head. "So you're going to get the generator. Who else is going with you?"

"No one is."

It was a good thing Dick wasn't eating or drinking anything or else he would have spat it back out at his boyfriend or on the floor. He still leaned back in surprise and alarm, "What do you mean no one is? Of course someone must be. You must not have been paying attention."

Wally scooted a little closer, "I know this is a little hard to believe Dick, but I don't have the attention span of a rabbit anymore."

But Dick didn't laugh at his joke. He didn't even smile, "How could they do this? You've only been on the League for-"

"Two years; they can't provide any exceptions."

"But Wally," Dick lamented, "It's Joker. What if he isn't where you guys think he is? What if something goes wrong? What if the building explodes-"

Wally reached a hand across the table, clasping both of Dick's in his own.

This paused Dick midsentence.

"Dick. I'm the only one who can get past security there and shut it down. Starting tomorrow at noon it's going to start counting down. And if it reaches zero then all of the people in that complex are dead."

Dick looked back at Wally with trembling lips.

But Wally gazed steadily back at him, "And without its President Biayla will fall to total anarchy. I have to do this."

Dick couldn't argue with the logic his boyfriend was using…for once. So he just looked away with a fixed frown and said nothing more. He heard Wally sigh.

"It's going to be okay Dick. I'm going to be alright."

"Why can't G.A. or Wonder Woman or even Black Canary-"

"Dick."

Without a word the raven-haired teen stood and exited the kitchen.

Minutes passed.

Dick sat slumped on the dark blue couch in his foyer. He heard the soft clatter of silverware and plates as Wally cleaned up the kitchen. But he didn't go to help him.

/They knew how painful it was for you to watch your uncle go. Why would they do it again? Why would they want the same fate to fall to another speedster so soon?/ the raven-haired man directed his thoughts at Wally.

Then he narrowed his eyes, /Batman. Batman was going. He knows what the plan is. He sat there and let Wally agree to this. He sat by and did nothing. Probably because he was still mad at me. /

Wally walked in to see Dick glaring at the dead space ahead of him. He misread the anger, thinking it was for him.

"Dick I'm sorry, I really am," he sat down on the couch next to him.

"Why didn't you argue with them. Why didn't you refuse?"

Wally ran his hand through his hair, "You of all people should know that 40 lives are more important than-"

"Than what? You?"

Wally fell silent.

Dick wanted to take back the accusation and all the pain in his voice that went with it. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Wally's neck and leaned in closer so that his head rested on the redhead's shoulder.

"I just don't want to see you get killed."

"I know," Wally put an arm around Dick's back and completed the embrace.

Dick let go a sigh of contentedness, as he felt his boyfriend's warmth and reassurance spread throughout his body.

"But I won't let this go without a fight. I love this relationship Dick. I love you," Wally muttered.

"I love you too," Dick reached up and kissed him.

It lasted a long time.

Dick felt Wally's tongue on his own as the raven-haired boy broke the barrier of their lips. He was consumed with want for the redhead as he slid onto Wally's lap, facing him now.

Wally's arm moved so that he was gently clasping the bottom of Dick's jaw.

Dick kept one hand on the nape of Wally's neck and the other around one of his shoulders and part of his chest. Then he gently but firmly pressed his lover to one side.

Wally slid down the length of the couch, so that his head was on one armrest and his feet lay at the other.

Dick straddled him, kissing all the way and gnawing softly on his lips.

Wally returned the gesture.

As they kissed, the raven-haired teen moved his hand down Wally's chest, over his nipples and to his crotch. He massaged the space between his legs. His other hand found the bottom of Wally's shirt and slid up.

The speedster had let a hand fall to Dick's belt while he did this. Now, with deft accuracy, he undid the buckle and reached around Dick's buttocks and felt downwards.

Dick moaned softly with delight as he felt the hand start lazy circles of squeezing.

Then he briefly stopped kissing and leaned in close to Wally's ear. "Let's go to my bedroom. But first- leave your clothes here. It's kind of messy in there."

There was a hint of surprise in the speedster's eyes; Dick was normally a very neat person.

But he nodded and they began to kiss once more. His other hand reached up to Dick's shirt and starting lifting upwards.

Dick, meanwhile, took the edge of Wally's black shirt and lifted up.

At the same time, they discarded the tops.

Dick laughed as they threw them to the ground.

Wally grinned up at him, shirtless.

The raven-haired teen closed the distance as they continued to kiss.

The redhead was already ahead of him though. He slid Dick's pants off with ease, exposing his boxers. Then he slowly slid those down too.

Dick stopped kissing for a moment to unbuckle Wally's belt. As he moved his jeans down, Dick felt a hand to his private parts already.

Flushed but not objecting, the blue-eyed boy felt under Wally's boxers and pulled those down too. But now, he didn't want to leave.

"We'll get up in a second."

"I second that notion," Wally agreed with small smirk.

Dick smiled back at him, "But now we do things my way."

He stood for a second to shift positions. Instead of facing Wally, he turned so that he was facing Wally's privates. The blue-eyed boy sat back down and scooted his ass up the speedster's chest and bent forward.

This earned Wally's attention. His hands went graciously under Dick's inner thighs, making the younger teen shiver with pleasure. The redhead's moist lips kissed his cheeks, before his tongue rasped down the middle, and into Dick's crack.

While he was doing that, Dick reached under Wally's lower waist and found his ass. He pressed firmly on it before working his head lower to Wally's dick.

His tongue fell wetly on the redhead's inner thigh, tasting the sweet essence of pure superhuman speed on his body. In a way, Dick felt as though he had somehow captured Wally and now he had him all to himself.

/Which was not a bad thing/.

He slowly worked his mouth up to Wally's balls, and then up his cock. His hands had found their way to where his lips were, as they fingered Wally too.

Dick heard a soft groan come from behind him.

He smiled and sat up to look back, "Now do you want to leave?"

Wally looked back at him past Dick's fantastic ass, "I'll grab the whipped cream."