Fast author's note today! ;
Sososososososo sorry about such a long wait guys! I've already started ch.5 and 6 though! I hope you can just deal with this chapter for now, I'm really happy with the outcome!

Thanks so much for reading! Rate and review!

ps; I've had people tell me Dick is such an uke; thank you! That's what I'm aiming for! He's only 13 after all, he doesn't know much about love and kissing and sex. XD

pss; helmet is annoying word. :/


After running for a few minutes in the streets of Gotham, Wally stopped. He furrowed his brow in a confused fashion and whipped out his cell phone, punching in Dick's speed dial.

Dick had actually tried to go back to sleep since calling Wally. It didn't work out so well though, because he'd already woken up twice due to stomach cramps. He'd lurch forwards and grab his stomach, cursing at that two day old bread he'd eaten yesterday. But this tiume it wasn't because of bodily disfuctions; this time Wally was calling.
Dick rolled over and grabbed his phone, slamming his finger on the talk button,

"What now." Another weird statement/question. The BatFamily seemed to do that a lot.

Wally leaned against a building and put the phone to his ear,

"Hey dude, we have a slight technical difficultly."

"That would be?"

Wally scuffed his shoes against the pavement and looked at the sky, "Well, I don't think there's anyway DaddyBats would let me in. How am I gonna get to you?"

Dick made an attempt to sit up and winced, "Ooh. . .didn't think about that. . ." He brought his hands to his temples, rubbing away and oncoming headache.

"Umm. . .just. . .meet me outside of the Gotham Acadamy at 11:30. We can grab lunch or something. Just kill a few hours, okay?" He laid back down and put the phone on speaker.

"Alright. I'll try not to get killed or raped out here, man." He chuckled a little at the serious yet hilarious subject. Dick laughed a little as well and sent the conversation in an ending direction. He pressed the end button and rolled over. He groaned audibly and pulled the covers over his head, blocking out the incoming sunlight. Before he forgot, he reached over and set his phone alarm for 9:30. He slowly drifted off into a slumber.


At 9:29, Bruce stretched all the way across his king size bed and threw his covers off. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and sank into his carpet. He stepped over towards the door and into the hallway. Walking to the steps, he heard Dick's phone go off. He pushed the slightly ajar door open and scooted closer to the bed.

"Dick," He poked the snoring lump of covers, "your phone's alarm's going off."

Dick snorted and threw his covers off of his head. Grunting a few times, he managed to pull himself up, sitting on the bed, and turned the alarm off. He closed his eyes and then opened them again.

"Bruce. . .where's the medicine?" He laid his head back on the pillow. Brice coked his head towards Dick and smoothed his hair back,

" What's wrong baby bird?"

"My head and my stomach hurts but I gotta go somewhere today. . ."

Bruce knitted his brows together, "Where are you going?"

"Meeting a friend."

"What friend?"

" . . . . . . . ."

"You're meeting Wally, arn't you?" Bruce's face grew stern, but he never drew his hand away from Dick's face. Dick looked away from Bruce's glare, "And what if I am?" He quickly focased back on Bruce, searching him for an answer.

". . .the medicine. They're in the cabinet above the sink."

Dick slowly revealed a smile. Bruce began to leave, but before he did he grabbed Dick's hand and looked at him,

"Just don't do anything you'd be ashamed to tell me."

Dick nodded in agreement and smiled again. Bruce left but quickly came back with pain medicine and a glass of apple juice. He held his hands out in front of Dick so he could take them. Dick looked at him, "I. . .I was gonna get it."

"Just take `em."

Dick did take them, and Bruce smiled. Downing the pills and juice, Dick got up and headed for the shower, with just an hour and a half to spare.

Wally, on the other hand, had a nhour and a half to kill. He ran around the back streets of Gotham already and he'd been in the mall twice. Wahat else was there to do around here? He looked up at the sky; as usual, it looked as if it was going to pour. He ducked under a nearby store's awning just in case the weather did decide to betray him. He started thinking about Dick again as he walked the sidewalk.
It'd really only been a day since he'd left, but it felt like weeks had passed. What was he gonna say when he saw him? What should he say when he sees him? What shouldn't he say? Ugh. Why did like-liking your best friend have to be so hard and confusing?

Dick stepped out of the shower and flipped his head over, towel drying his hair. He felt amazing, refreshed, ready to take on the world. Realdy to face Wally? Not so much. His stomach twisted as he flipped his head back up. He twirled the towle around his waist, tying it in the front and walked out of the bathroom. He went back to his room and pulled out some clothes from his unpacked suitcase. He let his towel drop, pulled his clothes on and went downstairs to eat. Alfred was already there setting the table,

"Morning Alfie!" Dick took a seat.

"Goodmorning Master Richard. In a better mood today I see?" Alfred passed him a plate of bacon and eggs. Dick gladly picked up strip of bacon and crunched into it, "Much better. Bruce isn't being so much of a pain in my ass." He smiled as he finished the strip and licked his fingers. Alfred cocked an eyebrow is his direction, "How so?"

"He's letting me hang out with Wally today." He picked up his fork and stabbed the points into the soft membrance shell of his sunnyside up egg yolk, breaking it. Yolk ran over the egg and onto the plate. Dick quickly grabbed a peice of toast and swept up the running yolk. He crammed it into his mouth with a satisfied expression. Alfred just smirked and walking in the kitching, refilling the tea kettle.

Finishing his food and swigging down another glass of apple juice, Dick pushed his chair in and ran to the doorm slipping on his shoes and grabbing the keys to his bike,

"Alfred! Bruce! I'm leaving now! I don't know when I'll be back but I'll call; I have my phone on me!" He grabbed the door, stepped out and shut it behind him. He ran out to the garage and grabbed his bike that was waiting for him. Jumping on it, he stabbed the keys in and rolled out.


Wally sat down on the front steps of Gotham Acadamy. He looked at his watch; 10:57. Just three more minutes and Dick will be here.
That's when he pulled up.
He took off his helmet and patted his hair, straddling his bike and placing his feet firmly on the pavement to keep his balance.

"Hey bro!" Dick had to smile as Wally flashed his signature grin, "Do you want to get lunch now?" He began to put his helmet on. Wally made a stupid expression and smiled bigger,

"Well duh! Race you!"

Dick laughed as he started up his bike and pushed it faster down the highway.

The pizza place was just up ahead and the redhead blur was far behind Dick. He chuckled to himself and screeched to a halt in the parking lot. Pushing down the kickstand and jumping off, he held his helmet under his arm and watched as Wally finally came to a stop,

"Ha! I totally beat you, dude!"

Wally rested his hands on his knees, out of breath, "I'm out of fuel! I totally let you win!" He coughed and let out a random burp.

". . .ew. That kinda hurt."

"Pfft. You're hungry, I can tell. Go grab us a table while I go get the food."

"Sounds good to me." Wally watched Dick walk into the store- no. Wally kept a heated glare on Dick's ass, as he walked into the store. For the life of him, he just could not stop looking. IT was adorable; tight near the crack and full in his jeans. Ugh, he just wanted to take it in his hands and spread the cheeks apart, listening to Dick scream his name as he-

"Got your fuel," Dick looked down at Wally through his sunglasses with an inquiring gaze, "Something on your mind?" He smiled as he began to eat.

Wally's eyes widened and he flushed pink, "Ah. . . no-nothing." He realized there was food placed in front of him and started to scarf it down as soon as his hands came in contact with the pizza. Dick could only laugh, 'That's my best friend for you. . .'

"So *snarf* how'wowh oou *omnom* buh?" Wally was trying to ask how Dick had been, but by thing time in their friendship, Dick could already understand Wally's mouth'd speech as if he were speaking plain English.

"Eh, I've been alright. Only been gone a few hours after all." He gave a little smile that pulled at Wally's heartstrings. He blushed and choked a litte, spitting out some of his pizza. Dick leaned forward, dropping his pizza on his plate and pushing his chair back, reaching a hand out to pat Wally's back.

"Wally! Hey, are you okay?"

Wally blushed more. Even through his sunglasses he could see the worried expression plastered on Dick's face. Dick's hand lingered on Wally's back for a moment, but after Wally took a gulp of water and reassured him he was alright, Dick sat back down and continued to eat.

This was nothing like normal. They were hardly talking. Awkward silence hung in the air, blocking out the noise from the road ahead. It was suffocating them.
Dick looked up, only to catch Wally staring at him. Wally quickly, and awkwardly, looked down.

"S-sorry." He whispered, almost too quiet to be heard, as if talking to himself. Dick was the one that blushed this time. He felt like such a girl. He could feel want for Wally, something he'd never felt before, and he wanted Wally to share the feelings. But . . .how much did he really want it? It was eating him away on the inside ; he wanted to scream.

Wally's want was different. It wasn't innocent and pure like Dick's. He wanted to kiss him, touch him, make him scream. He wanted to do it right now, at the very moment. Everytime he looked at Dick's he could just imagine every one of his fantasies coming true. But looking back up at Dick's pure face made him feel like a pervert, or even worse, a pedophile.

Wally looked at Dick's face. He looked at his hair, his glasses covered eyes, his nose, his slightly flushed cheeks. He looked at his lips. Oh those lips. Wally had heard somewhere that the colour of a man's lips is the same colour as his penis. If that was true, Dick had to have a beautiful penis. His lips were slightly pursed, as if he were going to talk, and soft pink in colour. He ran his tounge of the bottom lip to wet it and bit down. Then bringing his fist up to his lips, he softly bit down on his middle knuckle. Wally could hardly handle how adorable he was. He gave up. He threw away all reasoning and fought his urge to resist. Leaning forwards, he pressed his lips softly to Dick's. He lightly moved and began to kiss him as if he were still hungry. Not a sexy type of hungry, but just enough to make Dick gasp in surprise. For a moment, Dick sat still, not knowing what the hell was happening. Wally had only kissed him once, and it was just a slight touching of the lips. Why was he moving so much this time? And they were out in public too! Oh God, if Bruce heard about this, he'd have Wally's head. Did Wally even realize the trouble he could get- 'W-what is that?' Dick felt a wet muscle pushing at his lips. He teansed up and broke the kiss with broken, raspy gasps. He pushed Wally away with a small noise and wiped his mouth. His face was bright red and he was sweating on his hairline.

"Wally! What . . .w-what are you doing?" His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He was so confused, that wasn't anything like the last kiss they shared.
Wally mentally slapped himself,

"Oh my God! Dick I am so sorry! I really didn't mean- well I kinda did- but not like!- well yeah like. . . oh God I am so stupid! I'm so sorry!" When he saw that first tear slip underneath Dick's glasses, Wally physically slapped himself.
Dick looked away, swallowing hard. Through tearful breaths, his words stumbled out,
"Wally. . .I-I . . . I have to leave. . ." He got up, almost stumbling over his chair trying to push it back. He drunkenly ambled over to his bike and sat down. He grabbed his helmet that hung from his handlebars. Putting it on, he looked over at Wally,

"I . . .I just. . .can't. . ." He couldn't help himself from breaking down. He shook his head fiercely and started his bike, riding off before he could say something he might regret.
Before Wally could even fathom what had happened, Dick was already gone, riding back to the manor.