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Dick Grayson hated parties. He hated large crowds of people, and constant loud noise, but today was different. Today he didn't mind talking to dozens of different people, and being introduced to others he would never speak to again; he didn't mind the chatter combined with music which played softly in the background. Because today was his best friend's big day, and that was the only thing that mattered.
"Dick, oh thank god!"
Turning away from Artemis' mother, Dick was surprised to see Mary West rushing toward him looking frantic.
"Misses West?"
Mary lowered her voice. "Wally refuses to get dressed, and will not leave the room until he sees you!"
Dick turned back to Artemis' mother and smiled. "Excuse me, Paula," he said, kindly.
"Is something wrong?" Paula asked, concerned.
"No, no, it's nothing," Dick assured her. "Just some Best-man duties to attend to."
The woman nodded, and Dick followed Mary upstairs.
Wally stood in front of the full length mirror, shirt untucked and tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair, which had once been combed cleanly, was sticking up at odd angles do to constant pulling and fingers running through. He was a mess, to put it lightly.
"Einstein never had these problems," he said to his reflection.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Walls, dude, I'm coming in whether your decent or not!"
The door opened and in walked Dick, looking sharp as ever in his perfectly tailored black tux. He was about to ask if his friend was ok, but the words never made it out of his mouth because in a second he was engulfed in a bone crushing hug.
"Where have you been?!"
"You were the one who said to leave you alone. You needed 'time alone to reflect' remember?"
Wally looked up at the younger male with pleading eyes. "Please don't leave."
Dick rolled his eyes, prying himself out of the redhead's grip. "Ok, ok," he said. "I won't leave. Now what's your issue?"
"Dick," Wally's voice was dead serious as he put his hands on his best friend's shoulders and looked him in the eye, "I'm getting married today."
Dick blinked. "Um...kay'?"
"Dude!"
"What? What am I supposed to say?"
Wally groaned, "Give me some advice, man!"
"How do you expect me to do that?" Dick asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. "I haven't gotten married yet..."
"Just give me a reason not to jump out the window!" Wally replied, frantically.
Dick sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, before taking a more serious tone. "Ok, Wally, look...I don't know what to say to help stop you from jumping out the window, but I can say this...just down the hall there is a stunning blonde, in a beautiful white gown, surrounded by her giggling friends who are all saying what an idiot you are and how she should have married someone more like me -,"
"DUDE!"
"But you know what she's saying?" he looked at the older man, "she's saying how much she loves you and wants to be with you. Now you tell me, West, do you love her?"
Wally nodded. "More than anything."
"Do you want to be with her?"
"Absolutely."
Dick's palm collided with the back of his friend's head, hard. "Then suck it up!" he snapped. "Stop being so pathetic!"
Wally rubbed the back of his head, giving a sheepish smile. "Sorry, dude," he said. "Guess I'm just a little nervous..."
"Understandable," Dick shrugged, "you are getting married after all..."
"Yeah...married," Wally paled.
"Dude, I will smack you again. Now come here so I can tie that."
Wally allowed his friend to tie the Silver material around his neck. "Boy Wonder, your various skills never cease to amaze me."
Dick rolled his eyes. Even after almost six years since becoming Nightwing, Wally refused to stop calling the younger man by his previous alter ego. "Tuck your shirt in, moron."
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Wally called, pushing his shirt into his slacks.
The door opened, and Roy's head poked in. "Hey, you ready to head down?" he asked.
Wally looked to his best friend, receiving an encouraging smile, before addressing the archer. "Yeah, we're ready."
"Don't forget, Walls," Dick said, helping the speedster with his jacket. "You love her and she loves you," he slung his arm around his best friend's shoulders, "and that's all that matters."
Wally smiled, "Thanks, Richie-rich."
Dick returned the smile. "Hey, what're best friends for?"
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