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Throw of the Dice
Chapter Seven
Sunday – 8 days until prom
"Wally! Breakfast!" Aunt Iris called from downstairs, making Wally groan and hide his head under his pillow. She was being too loud... "Come on, it's bacon and eggs!" He cracked an eye open, his head slowly coming out from under his pillow, before closing it tightly once again. His room was far too bright. But bacon and eggs... Groaning he pushed his covers off and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Damn it, his head hurt. Did he get into a fight last night, or was this thanks to all the alcohol?
"Wally, your Uncle says that if you don't get downstairs in thirty seconds, he is going to start without you!" Okay, that was bad news; when Uncle B started without you, it meant that there would be no food left.
"I'm coming! Don't eat everything Uncle B!" He yelled back, quickly pulling on a top he found on the floor. Opening the door, he quickly went downstairs where his Aunt waited for him with two aspirins and a glass of water. His Uncle was sitting at the table reading the paper, a grin on his face at his nephew's yelling.
"Aunt Iris," the red head moaned, crossing his arms. "It's not nice to pretend Uncle B is eating all the food!" He sent her a grin though, taking his aspirins and a gulp of water. "I was sleeping... Don't feel so good today..."
"We needed to get you out of bed," she replied and kissed his cheek. "Sit down and eat something, then we'll talk about how much drinking you are allowed to do at a party."
Oh God, that talk again.
In all honesty, he deserved it; his pounding head and lack of memories told him that. But this talk made him feel horrible. His aunt and uncle had told him that they didn't mind if he was drinking at a party, as long as he didn't come home throwing up and was totally out of his mind... He was pretty sure he was both of those last night, and it sucked, because he really did try to stick by their rules, as he owed them a lot... But what could he do? The damage was done.
"All right..." he mumbled, sitting down at the table. His uncle put down his paper, sending his wife a happy smile as she came over with bacon and eggs. Iris gave both her boys a generous amount of food (the two of them ate so much – they all agreed it was something to do with being competitive runners) before she sat down herself, grabbing her cup of coffee.
"So, how bad was he last night, Barry?" Iris asked her husband, ignoring Wally's pout.
"Hm... Let's see; he came in crying something about a guy called Todd that was going to eat him, and then he threw up in the sink, thanks for that by the way, I loved cleaning it up." His uncle addressed him, making Wally slump slightly in his chair. "You started going on about wanting to have some ice cream, but when we told you no, you started crying again. Then you threatened to call Zatanna, but you called for someone named Dick instead-"
"Wait, what?" Wally looked up, blinking. Dick. Dick was there. He was at the party. Shit.
"Someone called Dick. At least, that what's he was saved as on your phone, or was you just calling someone names?" Barry raised his eyebrow.
"No, no... His name's Richard... Did I actually call him?" Wally moaned, rubbing his temples. He couldn't be allowed near his phone when he was drunk.
"Yeah, luckily for you he didn't pick up. You tried to leave a voice mail but your Aunt took your phone away before you would start crying to him." His uncle chuckled, but a small kick from his aunt made him stop.
"Anyway, what your uncle is trying to say is that you broke our rules, the rules that you had agreed too, and we aren't happy about it." Iris frowned.
"Wally, let's remember that you are underage, and shouldn't be drinking in the first place, but we've both been teenagers, so we know how it is. Still, what we are not happy about is you coming in, being extremely sick and not having a clue about what is going on. You walked home drunk. Do you know how dangerous that is? You could have been killed! We told you before you went out to call us when you were ready to go home, but you were obviously too drunk to remember." His Aunt sighed, also rubbing her temples. "We don't give you many rules to follow, Wally. Only important ones that has to do with your safety, and you broke it-"
"I'm really sorry Aunt Iris, Uncle B." Wally cut in, his apology genuine. "I never meant to get that drunk, honest. I... Must have gotten into some stupid drinking game or something... But I swear, I didn't want to get that drunk. And I can tell I messed up last night by disturbing you, and probably the neighbors too, so please believe me when I say I'm sorry."
Iris and Barry both shared a look, communicating with their eyes the way couples seemed to be able to do. Wally sat quietly, watching them. However, his mind was racing; he had called Dick last night, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had upset or annoyed the younger teen. Shit, that blew all his chances with Dick. And they were actually getting somewhere.
Damn it, he should never have invited him to that party. Biggest mistake ever. Whatever he had done, he could tell Dick wouldn't give him another chance... Perfect. The bet was ruined.
"Well, it's a good thing that you apologised and you know you've done wrong." Barry said, breaking Wally out of his thoughts. "But, we still need to give you some type of punishment. So we're gonna take away your laptop for a week, unless you need it for homework. Alright, kid?"
Before Wally could reply, the doorbell rang, making them all turn to stare at the door. That was... strange.
"Who would visit at half past ten on a Sunday?" Iris asked as she stood up, heading towards the door. Wally knew that Jay and Joan always came over every second Sunday for dinner, but this was a little early...
As Iris opened the door, Wally continued to eat his breakfast, trying to sort out his memories. Kory stood out a lot in them, and when his Uncle had mentioned 'Todd', it was obvious who that was... But why...
"... Mr Wayne?" Iris said, the surprise evident in her voice. Barry instantly sat up straighter – he had been working for Bruce Wayne since they had moved to Gotham, landing a good job in Wayne Enterprise's Science Department. Bruce Wayne had come down to speak to him and the other scientists, but he had never visited them privately.
"Hello, you must be Wallace's mother." Bruce offered her his hand, which Iris shook. "I was hoping to see if he was in?"
"Well, I'm his Aunt." Iris replied, smiling at the man; she was easy to adapt to strange situations, and this was just plain weird. "And he is in... But you are here to see Barry, right?" She took a step back, and he walked inside.
"No, I was here for- Mr Allen, I never knew this was your household." Bruce commented, his eyes locking with his employee. Barry sent him a small, nervous smile as he stood up to shake hands with the man.
"Yes sir, this is my home... But I heard you aren't looking for me?" Barry raised an eyebrow at his nephew, who looked like he wanted to melt into a puddle of nothing on the floor.
"No," Bruce's voice seemed to go colder as his eyes moved onto Wally's. "I was here to see you nephew. We need to have a small talk."
Barry blinked, while Iris looked between Bruce and her nephew. "Has Wally done something to upset you, Mr Wayne?" She asked.
"Please, call me Bruce." He smiled lightly at her, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
Shit, I'm dead, was all Wally could think. What did I do to Dick last night?
"He... slightly upset my son. I was hoping to speak to him so we could come to an... understanding."
Don't leave me alone with him, in a kitchen full of knives! Please, Uncle B! Don't leave me here, Aunt Iris!
"I see." Iris's tone was one of complete annoyance; meaning Wally was in double shit. He sent a desperate look to his Uncle, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'What am I meant to do about it, kid?' Great, he would have to face this Dark Knight by himself. "Well, we'll just wait move to the living room. Come on, Barry." She said, grabbing her husband's arm and pulling him out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
He was alone, with Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson's adopted dad. He could already see it; the man would give him time to write out his Will before killing him slowly. What a way to go...
"Wallace," the man said, his eyes boring into Wally's green ones.
"Mr Wayne..." Surprisingly, his voice didn't shake. "I... You said I upset Dick?" Wait... How does he know where I live? I mean, he would have Uncle B's information, but he never knew that I lived with him... And Dick doesn't know where I live... Jesus, what is going on here?
"Yes, you upset Richard." He glared, making Wally drop his eyes instantly. That glare was worse than Dick's.
"Er... Did he say anything?" Wally asked dumbly; he must have said something to the billionaire to make him come down to his house and 'talk' to him.
"He didn't say much, but enough for me to know you hurt him." Bruce stepped forward, leaning down so he was looking clearly into Wally's eyes, forcing the teenager to look back at him. "I want you to stay far away from my son. By that I mean if you see him in school, you don't talk to him, and you don't look at him. You leave him alone, and you don't upset him any more." Bruce stood up straighter after he finished, looking down at the wide-eyed Wally disdainfully. "That will be all, Mr West, enjoy your breakfast." Turning, Bruce began walking away, but something in Wally snapped.
"You can't ban me from seeing him!" The words were out of his mouth before he could even think about what exactly he was doing, and whom he was speaking up too.
Bruce paused by the kitchen door, but didn't turn around. "I mean... I was stupid and I didn't treat him well like I should have, but I am not going to ignore him because you have told me too. That's unfair to him!"
At least, he thought it was... What if he really had upset Dick so much that he didn't want to see him? Had Dick told Bruce to come down here and tell him to back off? He didn't like the way his stomach seemed to twist painfully at the thought, but that was probably the left over alcohol rolling around.
"I believe I can. I am his father by law, meaning if I am telling you to do something that I know will protect my son, I will tell you clearly." Bruce turned as he said this, his glare deadlier. "As soon as I saw you I knew you were nothing but bad news."
"Bad news?" Wally raised his eyebrow. "I don't think you know what I've done for your son." Wait, what? Stop speaking without thinking it through!
"What exactly have you done for him? With the exception of upsetting him that is." Bruce raised an eyebrow, as if daring Wally to speak up.
Inside, Wally was attempting to kill himself. This guy made the baddies in all those horror movies he'd seen seem like pussies. This man, this 'billionaire idiot', as the papers called him, reeked of the promise of death and pain. He really wanted to shout for his Uncle and Aunt to save him. But, this was for Dick. And he had to be the man he desperately tried to be.
"Dick is getting bullied at school." He said in a strong voice, shocking the man in the room. Firstly, where had that come from? Well, it wasn't totally untrue; hehad seen the kid get slammed into a locker on the day of the bet, so obviously it had happened before. But the way he had casually came out with it...
Did this bet count as bullying?
"... Richard is not being bullied." Bruce replied, his voice less gruff.
Aha, caught you where I want you, Wayne.
"So you think he enjoys being shoved into lockers, his books getting stamped on because people won't help him? Being called a loser or a freak? Ask him, Mr Wayne, and then ask when it last happened, because I can guarantee that with me around, no one's laid a finger on him," Wally said confidently, hoping that it was true.
Bruce was torn. Honestly, he wanted to keep Dick away from this boy. When he had picked him up from last night, he had hardly gotten any words from the teenager. He had only informed him that he was "upset, annoyed with himself and tired." After he had managed to get Dick into bed, he took the teenager's phone.
Searching through the phone, the first thing that had appeared was; 'One Missed Call: Wally West'. He then knew exactly what the problem was. Flicking through a couple of texts from his concerned friends also helped fill in the picture. He was right all along about this red haired teenager. And it was time to set him straight.
It hadn't taken a lot of work to find out where the boy lived. Obviously, when it came to security, West didn't care. Bruce had taken one look at his Facebook, not expecting to find anything. Of course, the teenager was a typical idiot who broadcasted his address for the whole world to see. So, he had asked Alfred to keep Dick occupied while he made sure West left his son alone for good.
But now? The idea of this boy being a... bodyguard of a sort to Dick, made him want to keep him around. But was Richard really being bullied? He knew there had been... problems in the past, but was it still going on? Was he being shut out of it again? It wasn't easy, being a rich man's kid and being smart at just about everything. But that didn't give those idiots a right to…
"And you say that these bullies have been keeping away from him?" Bruce asked, a small frown on his face.
"Yeah, they don't mess with my friends. I can keep him safe, give him a better time at school." He replied, crossing his arms. He was sure he had, surprisingly, won this battle.
"... All right then, West. Let's make a deal." Wally was sure it wasn't a question, but a demand, so he nodded to show he was listening. "I will allow you to continue to be Richard's... friend, of course, only if he wishes to still be yours. But I swear, West..." Bruce leaned in once again, making Wally lean back without a second thought. "Hurt him, embarrass him or upset him in any way, and I won't be so forgiving, got it?" He hissed, before stepping back. Wally gave a little, terrified nod and watched as the man turned and left the kitchen.
He let out a long sigh, relaxing slightly as he was left alone. He listened in as he heard Bruce telling his Aunt and Uncle he would be leaving now, a small laugh as they made small talk. The door opening, his Aunt shouting a goodbye, before it slammed shut.
I need to see Dick. Apologise, again, and... then what? Take him out for dinner? Actually, not a bad idea...
"Mr Wayne!" He yelled, jumping out of his chair. He burst through the door and ran past his Aunt and Uncle, who stood gaping at him as he wrenched open the front door. "Mr Wayne!" The man was getting into his black Porsche, which Wally really wanted to stop and drool over, but he had to be quick. "Is it possible if I could borrow Dick tonight? You know, to make up for treating him badly last night?"
The man tensed slightly at that, that ever-present frown deepening. "It's a school night..."
"I won't have him out long, it's just so he knows I'm sorry." He replied, seeing his neighbors looking out from their windows and whispering as they realized it was their local billionaire.
Said billionaire shot him an unreadable look, but finally gave him a short nod. "Half nine is curfew. I want to know exactly where the two of you will be heading, and if that location changes."
All right then, over-protective daddy dearest. Sheesh, I think this would make more sense if Dick was a girl...
"Okay then, sir." He said politely, stepping back as Bruce got in and started his engine. He watched the man drive away, before he felt a presence behind him. His Uncle was also watching the car, but as Wally turned to go back in the house, he put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well kiddo, looks like we have loads to talk about. How about we go for a small jog?" Barry asked lightly, but he knew he couldn't get out of this. And anyway, the jog could help his headache.
"Sure, lemme get changed..." He mumbled, walking slowly up the stairs. He needed to pull out all the stops tonight...
But first, jog with Uncle B... He thought, then, maybe I can actually eat my breakfast.
o-O-o
Dick closed his eyes, and let the air hit his face as he flew through the air. His eyes opened as he did a roll to land safely on the floor, but quickly sprung up to do a handful of flips. His back thumped the cold wall of the Cave, making him frown slightly. He had misjudged the distance he had to move, again. He was totally off tonight, and it was all because of stupid Wally.
Wally...
No. Enough was enough. It's not like the idiot had even tried to call him, which he was fine with. After all, he had decided that he no longer cared about what the red head had to say.
And it was the truth... It was.
With a small sigh, he smoothed out non-existent creases on his white and blue workout top. So why do I feel like I'm lying to myself? He asked himself, before doing some simple stretches.
Not like it mattered. Wally was too busy sucking faces with Kory, anyway, and was probably hooking up with her right now. God, that hurt his stomach. That, most likely, meant he shouldn't have trained straight away after Alfred had stuffed him full of food, but right now, it was the only thing that was keeping his mind off of last night.
He had spoken to his friends, made up the excuse of a 'painful stomach' so that he had to leave early. Barbara had happily spoken about this boy Jaime who had kept her company until the rest of the gang had decided to leave the party. And then she had asked if he had spoken to Wally... Another painful stomach twist had appeared hearing that, but he just replied lightly; "Yeah, but we didn't hang around much."
M'gann had a good time too, Zatanna made sure of that. And Conner had been included as well, which made Dick smile slightly as he received the text. It was impressive to get the tough, emotionless teenager to have a good time. Kaldur and Artemis had left early, and he had heard little from them expect from their own worried texts about his whereabouts.
And so, he had been working out all day. He had only stopped for food and bathroom breaks, but that was good enough for him.
Alright Grayson, back to working out... Pushing himself off from the wall, he went into a handstand, taking a few strides forward before springing out of it and cartwheeling.
He began a series of back flips, this time counting the number of flips he was performing. Three, four, stop! As he landed on his feet, he held up his arms as if he was back in the circus tent, performing and awing the crowds who had gathered to watch 'The Amazing Flying Graysons'.
Too bad that's all over...
Suddenly, he heard clapping from behind him. Turning quickly and lowering his arms, he felt his mouth open as he saw... Wally standing there. The red head smiled at him, and sent him a small wave. The action made Dick shut his mouth with an audible click. This idiot has some nerve...
"What are you doing here? How did you get into the Cave?" Dick asked, wiping some of the sweat off his forehead. Honestly, he couldn't care less with the older teenager; he really couldn't... So why am I so happy to see him? God, I need to get my head checked!
"Your butler let me in. I thought people were kidding when they said you had one, but you really do... Anyway, I came to see you." Wally replied, his eyes taking in the dark room.
It was a cave, all right, and, judging by the sounds that were coming from the darkness, it had bats in it. Great, he was standing in a Batcave, waiting to be pooped on, but the gym equipment in this cave was amazing, better than the stuff at school, and that equipment was expensive.
What was more surprising was the fact that Dick-scrawny-Grayson was using it. And not only that, was doing some crazy flips and shit. If there was one thing he could guarantee about Dick Grayson, was that he was full of surprises.
"You came to see me? Why?" Dick asked, frowning. To describe how good of a kisser Kory is to me? And rub it in my face that I am a total moron for thinking something was going on here? he thought bitterly.
"I came here to say I was sorry for last night... And maybe ask for another chance?" He said that part with a slightly desperate tone, which made Dick snort.
"Another chance?" Dick snorted. "No way. I can't believe you even asked me for the first one." He walked over to the bench as he grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his neck. Picking up his water bottle, he watched Wally play with his hands uncomfortably. Good.
"Listen, I know I don't deserve one. I really don't, but if you give me it I promise not to screw up again. Zatanna told me what I did last night... Dick, I never meant to kiss-"
"Save it, Wally." Dick cut in, looking away from the red head. "Seriously, I don't want to know."
"... I won't leave until you at least listen to what I have to say." At Dick's silence, Wally continued. "She grabbed me, it was dark, and I was drunk out of my skull. She forced herself onto me. I tried to push her away, but I'm completely useless when I'm drunk, so when you saw us like that..." He coughed awkwardly, "I promise I wasn't encouraging it. And anyway, she is with Jason Todd, so I have no idea why she was trying to... you know..." Dick still said nothing; he wasn't even looking at him, which slightly pissed him off. "Well… I'm just gonna go-"
"You really think I can just believe that?" Dick finally asked. "You kissed me too last night, Wally. And that... that kiss was important to me, just like the one in the library. You are the only person I have ever kissed. And you know what? You were drunk last night, but you still managed to make me feel... happy. Special. But then you were with her... You have a reputation for this-"
"A stupid reputation that means nothing. I'm trying so hard to change for you, when you're doing nothing-"
"I'm doing nothing? Apart from pissing off my friends to hang around with you, going out of my comfort zone to go to crappy parties, dealing with all your crap-"
"Dick!" Wally finally stepped forward and grabbed the younger teenagers shoulders. "If I honestly didn't care, why the hell would I go up against your dad and be here right now?"
Dick froze at that, because honestly, why would Wally bother for nothing? Even if it was just to make fun of him, no one would ever take it this far. Maybe... Maybe he does care...
"You went up against Bruce?" Dick asked, frowning slightly.
"That doesn't matter right now; I just want you to know," Wally moved his face down, his forehead nearly touching Dick's. "That last night meant nothing, and I'm so, so sorry. And I want to take you out tonight, and show you how much I'm sorry." His forehead pressed against Dick's, their lips just inches away from each others. "Please."
Dick stood, mesmerized. He really wanted to lean forward and kiss Wally, to grab the security that he was offering right now from being so close, but he refrained himself from doing so. Somewhere, deep down, he knew that Wally meant what he said, and that he should give him another chance...
"Did Bruce say it was okay for us to go out?" He asked quietly, not moving away from Wally.
"Yeah, as long as I got you back for half nine, and we keep him updated..." Wally replied; it was half eight already, so too late for a cinema or even grabbing some food. "I wanted to show you this... area I found. We can talk and just relax there." He said gently.
"Okay... I need a shower, though. Give me fifteen minutes." Dick replied, stepping back from their closeness. "How about you wait in the living room? I promise I won't take long, and Bruce is having a call with his associates over seas, so he won't... bother you." He said, heading to the cave's door. Wally nodded; glad to get out of the creepy cave.
Walking out of the seemingly hidden cave and up a few flights of stairs, Dick pointed in the direction of the living room. "Go wait in there, I'll be back in a sec." Wally sent him a smile and nodded, watching Dick race up another the flight of stairs. He let out a small sigh of relief, glad to see that Dick was back to normal, and headed towards the living room.
The first thing he noticed was the big painting over the fireplace. Walking further into the room, Wally frowned slightly; he didn't know who the man or woman in the picture were, but something about them...
"That would be Master Richard's parents, sir." A voice came from behind him, making him jump slightly. Turning, he saw it was the butler, watching him warily.
"Oh... It's a beautiful painting." Wally said politely, feeling uncomfortable under the British butler's gaze.
"Indeed, sir. Master Bruce had it painted for Master Richard after the... accident, to show his parents still watched over him. He cares deeply for the young Master, and would dislike to see him as upset as he was last night..." The old butler trailed off, making Wally swallow.
Do I have to go through the whole household?
"Dick knows I'm sorry about what happened last night, and so does Bruce. I promise not to let that happen again." He really felt that he sound add 'sir' to the end of that, but refrained himself.
Don't wanna sound rude to the guy.
"Alright then, sir, I shall take your word for it." The butler nodded.
"You can call me Wally, you know." The teenager said, feeling slightly awkward.
"I do not believe it is appropriate, sir. However, if you prefer me to call you Master Wallace...?" The old man trailed off with a raised eyebrow.
That's even worse! "No, no, sir is fine." He replied. "What should I-"
"Alright, lets..." Dick walked in, his hair still damp from the shower. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a red hoodie, complete with a black jacket on top. Hm, not bad. He thought, before mentally smacking himself. "Everything okay?" The fifteen year old asked, looking in between the two.
"Yes, Master Richard, everything is fine. Now please remember to be back by nine thirty sharp and to send at least one text message to Master Bruce. And take care of yourself." The butler instructed, giving the younger teenager a stern look. However, Dick just grinned and nodded.
"Will do Alfred, I'll see you later." And with that, Dick grabbed Wally's arm and pulled him to the front door.
"Dude, what's with the rush?" Wally asked, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Bruce finished his call." Oh.
When they made it outside and Dick saw the unknown car sitting waiting for them, he frowned slightly. "You got a car?"
"Nah, borrowed it from a friend for tonight." Wally shrugged, getting out the keys.
"... But you've had one lesson. You don't have a license." His frown deepened, "You shouldn't driving it anyway, you aren't insured on it."
Wally let out a long sigh. "Listen up Dickie; it's time you lived a little. This," he gestured to the house, "has sheltered you from what normal teenagers do. So please, for tonight, just break whatever rule you have in your head and just go along with the ride?"
Dick huffed, looking back at the house. The sensible, responsible thing to do would be to go back in the house and make sure that he really did stop hanging around Wally and his bad influence. He was the good kid, the type that didn't get involved with typical teenage stupidity...
But... He looked over at Wally, the red heads green eyes staring back at him.
"... Fine." Maybe it was time to live a little.
o-O-o
Dick's eyes widened as he looked over the view, and Gotham City lit up before him; the lights acting like thousands of candles all over the beautiful land. He could see the cars speeding by, some leaving and some entering the city, even though they were hardly visible. He could imagine the noise at this hour; Gotham City was just one of those places that never stopped, and that never had peace. He could almost hear the car horns screeching loudly and the yelling at the drunks that stumbled out of the many bars that would no longer serve them.
It was strange to think that it somehow... comforted him. He had been living in Gotham for so long now, that the noise was just normal to him.
But from up here, where Wally had taken him, there was complete and utter silence. And it amazed him. Wayne Manor was not situated in the middle of the city, but you could always hear something. But up here? Nothing. Just their own steady breathing.
"I go running up here sometimes; it's really tiring, but worth it. My Uncle sometimes does it too. He is into running, like me." Wally smiled slightly. "Well, actually, he got me into it..." He trailed off, looking down at the view. Dick nodded, but decided not to probe. Clearly, it was a story for another day.
It was silent for a few minutes. Not an awkward one, as both boys were caught up in their own thoughts. Out of the blue, Dick broke it with a simple statement; "You saw the painting of my parents."
"Um..." Wally looked over at Dick, the younger boy's expression unreadable. "Yeah. You look a lot like your dad." He commented awkwardly, even though Dick sent him a small smile.
"Thanks. Bruce got that for me as soon as I moved in with him. He has one of his parents, so..." He shrugged slightly. "It's a good reminder."
"You... you guys were acrobats, right?" He asked carefully, not knowing how much he was allowed to pry. However, Dick nodded.
"Yup, the 'Flying Graysons'... But that's all in the past." He said quickly, and Wally knew not to say anything more on the subject. Clearly, it was a touchy one. But, they both had things they didn't want to talk about. Not tonight, at least. He was surprised the younger teenager had even mentioned it. "We are here to talk... about... us, right?"
"Well, yeah… us." Wally said, smiling and taking Dick's hand. That actually hadn't been intentional; he had sort of lied, again. But it was a simple, white lie. Wally knew this was a popular place to take your date and make out, and he was surprised (but glad) to see that it was empty. So that had really been his plan, just to have a quick make out that he knew would secure Dick by his side, at least until Prom was over and done with.
Dick looked down at their hands, a small blush one his cheeks. It was really happening... This relationship. He never thought it would; he had sworn to himself he wouldn't...
"So Dick, I was thinking of maybe repaying you for the whole tutoring thing. You know, when you helped me with my Math?" Wally said, sending a smirk to the blue-eyed teen. Dick raised an eyebrow, but he nodded.
"Um, how exactly were you planning on doing that?"
"Well, I was thinking of tutoring you back! You know, with a life skill!" Wally answered, leaning closer to Dick. Said teenager sent him a confused look.
"A life skill? Like what? How to be popular?" Dick snorted, but kept his eyes on Wally's grinning face, clearly interested in what the teenager had to say.
"Haha, no. A very important lesson in kissing." At Dick's raised eyebrow, he held up his hands defensively. "Hey! That is an important life skill! What are you gonna do if someone wants to make out with you, like right now, and you don't know what you're doing?" Wally argued, though his grin widened.
"Then I will just turn them down?" Dick replied, sending the red head a smirk.
Wally pouted at that, before saying; "You can't do that forever! You are better learning now, rather than later on in life. Just, come on, Dick!" The seventeen year old moaned slightly. "You can't tell me you don't wanna make out right now?"
Dick let out a small huff, "I wanted to talk about where this relationship is heading, but... We'll talk after this, okay?"
"Yeah yeah, sure!" Wally grinned, leaning over to kiss him. However, Dick put a hand on his lips.
"You promise me?"
"I promise, Dick. I do. Here, let me seal it..." With a small grin on his face, he pressed his lips against Dick's.
And there was that amazing feeling again; the one he only seemed to get with Dick. It was as if the younger teenager had a type of spell over him, making him want to show his true self, to let himself be vulnerable to those tempting blue eyes. And he knew Dick felt the same way, it was obvious in the way he kissed back; he tried to fight for control over the kiss but he let himself go, something he hardly did. He was too mature for a fifteen year old, at least in Wally's eyes, so this? This was good for him.
Dick was – once again – scolding himself on the inside. The way Wally seemed to make him melt by just kissing him was embarrassing, and kinda annoying. But honestly, right now he couldn't bring himself to care. This was the reassurance he needed, to show that the kiss Wally had shared with Kory (forced or not) meant absolutely nothing to the red head, and that he really did care about him.
And that meant a lot to him, because if he had to go into school on Monday, tell his friends that they were right all along, and have to face the humiliation of the whole school because he'd thought he'd a chance with Wally West…
But, no. With this kiss, the amount of force and raw feelings behind it, Dick knew that he would be okay.
Wally broke off from the kiss, smirking as Dick tried to follow him as he moved back. Before the younger teen could complain, he had pushed his chair back so he had more space. Wally winked and sent his sexiest smile in Dick's direction, while patting his lap.
"It's always best to learn these life skills up close and personal, don't you think?" Wally asked in a husky voice. What he had said made Dick want to hit him for being an idiot, but to pass up an offer like that? Grinning slightly, Dick crawled over and onto Wally's lap without any bother – having an acrobatic background did come in handy.
Instantly, Wally's hands were on his ass, which made Dick blush and squirm slightly. The feeling of Wally's hands spreading out over his rear end...God, Dick thought to himself as he pressed himself closer to the moaning red head, his lips quickly finding the others. Wally's tongue was licking at his lower lip, begging for entrance, which Dick gave him without a second thought. This is so much better when you don't taste alcohol... He thought to himself, happily letting his tongue rub against Wally's as he explored his mouth.
Dick was probably born to make out, was Wally's first thought as his tongue met the younger teens, moaning at the way it rubbed against his playfully,teasingly. His hands squeezed Dick's perfect ass, loving how well it seemed to fit inside his hands. It's made to be right here, it so is, he thought smugly to himself.
Sadly, they both needed air, so he moved away from Dick's red lips to his neck, where he playfully bit him, his heart racing at the loud moan he received. Pressing a small kiss to the bite, he headed back up, deciding that they'd had enough time to get some air into their lungs. Before he moved back to Dick's lips, his eyes met the stunning, blue ones.
The look was intense; he couldn't look away from it, and he could only pant slightly, waiting to see what Dick did next.
Dick looked into those emerald eyes, looking for any doubt, any falseness anything out of place. Nothing. Grinning, Dick moved in closer to Wally, their lips inches apart. "Asterous," he whispered before pressing his lips back against the red head seductively.
They were so caught up in each other, they didn't even notice the car lights that were coming up the path to where the two were, not when it stopped behind them.
They never even noticed when someone came out of that car, and to the window.
But they did notice when said person knocked sharply upon it.
Jumping back from each other, Dick quickly rolled off of Wally, a huge blushing painting his cheeks. Wally held back a groan, and tried to look casual as he slowly rolled down the window, ready to give the idiot who interrupted them a piece of his mind. However, he froze as he saw the Gotham Police badge being held up in front of his eyes.
"Excuse me sir, but do you know you are parking on Private property?" The officer asked, an older looking guy. However, Wally raised his eyebrow.
"This is private? Oh, I'm sorry officer, I never knew..." He replied lamely, pushing a hand through his hair in a nervous habit.
"If you leave now, I won't give you a... Dick? Dick Grayson? Is that you?" The cop stuck his head half in the window, blinking at the sight of the billionaire's son.
"Oh! Er, hi Jim." Dick replied, waving awkwardly. The man, Jim or whatever, sent Dick a small smile, but it didn't match the expression in his eyes.
"So, Officer Jim, you were saying if we left right now all would be good? I honestly didn't know this was Private land, or I would never have come here. It's funny, because I know-"
"I'm sorry, son, but I will need to take a look at your license." Jim cut Wally off, making the red head's eyebrows rise.
"Er... What?" He replied dumbly, making Jim frown slightly.
"Your license? You do have one, don't you? This is your car after all... Is it?" Wally sunk slightly in his chair.
"Um... This is my friend's car... And I lost it?" He replied with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Do you have insurance to drive this car?" Jim asked, crossing his arms. The red head sunk even lower into his chair.
"Er... Well... Not really." Dick shot him an annoyed look, but also a worried one. What the hell would happen now?
"Okay you two, you need to come with me to the Station." Jim sighed with annoyance.
"What? Why?" Wally asked with obvious worry; neither Uncle B or his Auntie had known about him borrowing his friends car, no way would he have been allowed to. Crap crap crap!
"We need to get in touch with your parents." And that was when Wally knew he was going to die.
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