Dick was running late today. It seemed that the water pressure in his shower just decided to randomly malfunction, making it much harder to wash his several different types of shampoo and conditioners out.
Then, after that fiasco, he noticed that he had forgotten to iron his shirt. He plugged the iron into the outlet and then ran into the kitchen to make himself some toast. Once the toast popped up and he put jam on it, he quickly ran back into his room to iron his suit. While flattening the suit out, he ended up getting strawberry jam on the garment.
Not even caring at this point, he threw the suit into a nearby hamper, unplugged the iron, and put on a button up, a bowtie, a pair of colorful pants, and his not so dressy dress shoes. Groaning at the prospect of having to go to work looking so… casual, he headed out the door. He was over halfway to the station when he realized he had forgotten his briefcase filled with his lesson plans for the day.
He jogged back to his building and saw none other than Wally leaving the building. Nodding in greeting to the ginger, Dick bolted up the stairs to retrieve the damn case. Glancing at his watch, he realized he was going to have to skip his morning tea if he wanted to make it to school on time. And he did, because Bruce was big on punctuality and if he ended up being late, Bruce might punish him. And by punishment, it means no homemade lunch from his dad. And that would suck.
Wally was having a great morning. He woke up before his alarm after a great night of sleep. He got up and took a long, hot shower, relishing in the spare time he had.
He got out, dried off, and ate the large breakfast he made himself.
Before he left to meet Dic- go to the subway station, he glanced at his outfit. He had a white button down on with a royal blue long sleeve cardigan, a grey tie, a gray pair of pants and black converse. All in all, Wally thought he looked pretty good.
He grabbed his bookbag, because only obnoxious teachers carry briefcases to a high school class, and left to go pick up some hot chocolate for himself. As he walked out of the building,Grayson ran past him, looking very disheveled, heading back to the apartment building.
Wally tried to sport a friendly greeting since he was in such a good mood, but Grayson barely noticed him as he zoomed past Wally.
"Poor guy, he's late."
"Anything else, dearie?" the middle aged barista asked, handing Wally his extra super chocolaty chip hot chocolate with double whipped cream. Although he is the only one who orders the drink, by it's pure amazingness, he was hoping to soon have a drink named 'The Wally'.
"No,I think that's al…" Wally thought back to Dick running late and said, "Actually, can I also have a small chai tea."
I'm in a good mood, why not? He probably likes those. I think I saw him drinking one yesterday.
"Okay, that will be 6.49," the barista told him.
Paying and leaving a rather meager tip, Wally strolled to the station and sipped on his delicious drink. He noticed that Dick was so late that Wally had finished his drink and thrown it away by the time the raven haired man showed up.
After catching his breath, Dick glanced longingly at the cup in Wally's hand. He could smell the beautiful aroma as he sat next to him to wait wait for the train. And of course as soon as he sat down the train arrived. He stood only to find he had sat in someone's gum.
"Fuck," Dick muttered as he and Wally walked onto the subway while subtly trying to cover the gum with his briefcase. Turning to Wally he said, "Today royally sucks. Running late, ruining a suit, having to wear such casual clothes to work, and no tea." The last part was spat venomously while glancing at 'Wally's' drink'.
"Actually, I got-"
"I know, I know. You got your drink. You're on time. You probably have had a great morning. I'm so happy for you," Dick said, the sarcasm practically dripping off his words.
"This is-"
"Okay, I get it, it's good. Awesome. Fan-fucking-tastic." Dick sat quietly and huffed before turning to Wally. "Sorry, man. I'm just stressed out right now. I love my morning tea."
"Dude…" Wally started trying to hide an amused smile, "this is for you. I noticed you running late and decided to get you a drink while at the coffee shop. Chai, right?" Wally asked while holding the cup out to the shorter man.
"Really? Thanks," Dick whispered, letting his head rest on Wally's shoulder lightly.
Wally stared at him and smiled fondly.
An 30-something year old man saw the display of affection and gruffly said, "Will you please go be fags somewhere else?"
"What?! We'r- I'm not. No. I'm not gay," Wally said quickly.
"So what if I am?" Dick interjected, "It's not like I went all homoerotic. I could have grabbed his dick." he said gesturing to Wally's nether regions. Pent up anger seemed to ooze out of him.
"Um… actually. That might make me a bit -" Wally tried to explain.
The man scoffed, "Gays are the reason why divorces are so popular now. They taint the real meaning of marriage."
"Actually, the ratio of strai-," Wally started.
"Gay marriage isn't the reason divorces are so popular. Are you stupid? They don't 'taint the real meaning of marriage.' If anything it's divorce rates that do that. You want to ban divorce? No, because that's just about as stupid as banning gay marriage. Just let people be happy." Wally noticed that Dick seemed to be shaking.
"Whatever, I can't save you. Just don't do any of that weird gay shit in public. The children shouldn't see that. It's unnatural."
"Unnatural? Really? I put my head on his shoulder. I didn't even hug him. I could have done so much worse than put my head on his shoulder. I mean, I could grab his adorable freckled face and give him a solid tongue lashing or I could sit on his lap and completely-"
"You could probably no-"
"I could have sucked his dick right here, right now, in fact…"
"Wait what? Dick don-"
Dick grabbed the base... of Wally's neck and pulled his lips to his own. Dick made a big spectacle about it, adding super fake moans and pants to the kiss. Wally just sat there very confused, and the man stared horrified as he witnessed the wrath of satan raining down on him. This was an abomination.
Dick pulls away, stares the man in the face, then grabs Wally by the hand and got off at the next stop.
"Dick this isn't-"
"I am so mad right now." Dick spat and then promptly broke down.
"It's not fair. Who cares if I'm gay. It's not like I picked to be different. That guy and so many other like him just don't understand." He was sobbing at this point.
After a few minutes of crying, he eventually calmed down to hear Wally on the phone.
"-yeah, so can you tell his dad we won't be in today. Thanks, Mr. Pennyw- Alfred? Ok, thanks Alfred. Have a good day."
Sniffling, Dick asked, "Why were you on the phone with Alfie?"
"Alfie? That's adorable. Well, anyways, I just called to tell him to tell your dad that we aren't coming into class today."
"Why would you do that?"
"Well we wouldn't want to damage your muscley man reputation at school now would we? We'll take a day off."
"We?"
"Uhh yeah, we. I'll stay with you. Plus You haven't let go of my hand yet."
"Oh, s-sorry." Dick dropped Wally hand.
"No it's okay. I don't mind this...I guess." Wally glanced at their intertwined fingers and then quickly looked away, hiding a blush. He wasn't exactly sure why he was being so nice, but he felt good today. He felt like helping, and Dick needed some help today. Besides they're neighbors, this is what neighbors do. Maybe minus holding hands, but it was chilly so he didn't mind.
"Okay. Thanks." Dick smiled and sucked in a deep breathe. "So where to, oh great fairy godmother?"
"I have the perfect place." Wally dragged Dick behind him, still holding his hand.
