Moments Between A Bird And A Speedster Chapter 14, a young justice fanfic

The Pop Star and The Rich Boy (Oneshot)

Wally ran a hand through his gelled red hair as his manager went on and on about public appearances and 'socializing with other celebrities'. Frankly, he didn't give a flying fuck about anything his manager said. Wally's job was to perform on stage, talk to the audience for a bit, sneak away from the paparazzi, answer the exact same questions at every single interview he went to and go home. His manager just made everything way more complicated.

So because of said manager, he was standing in a designer suit, sipping wine from 'the village of Bvlgari in southeastern Molddavia' and bored out of his skull. He had been forced to attend a fund-raising party hosted by Gotham's 'white knight', Bruce Wayne.

Some random girl named Celia or something like that was chatting him up and practically shoved her breasts in Wally's face. The ginger, knowing full well that he couldn't just hightail out of the room, politely excused himself to the bathroom and spent twenty whole minutes hiding from the blonde woman. Just what the Hell am I doing here in the first place? He thought to himself, hiding behind a tall fake potted plant.

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" a voice piped up from behind him, making the singer freeze.

Wally slowly turned around and behind him and saw a man, probably in his late teens or so, smirking back at him with his arms crossed. His hair was untidy but in a...sexy way and his eyes were a shining bright blue that Wally had to double check if they were real or not. "Did I just say that out loud?"

The black haired man nodded. "So what's a hot-shot like you hiding behind the bushes?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Wally replied coolly, not wanting to mess up (again) in front of this beautiful stranger.

"I'll have you know that I actually live here so I have a right to walk around the manor as I please,"he retorted smoothly, watching in amusement as the red head's jaw dropped.

"You're Damian Wayne?" Wally asked skeptically. "The last time I checked, you were much shorter and well...younger."

The man chuckled at him as if someone told him the funniest joke in the world. "You really don't read the tabloids much do you? I can't blame you for that but I can't believe you thought I was Damian." He held his hand out for Wally to shake. "I'm Dick Grayson-Wayne, Bruce Wayne's oldest son."

Wally took the hand offered to him and shook it. "Wally West."

"I know. Pleased to meet you."

Wally's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "You know who I am?"

"Who doesn't? You're like one of the biggest Pop stars around," Dick shrugged. "You didn't answer my question though, what're you doing here?"

Wally sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm hiding from this girl who keeps pestering me to sing her a song or something. She's been hanging off my arm like a leech for hours so now I'm hiding for my life."

The other man let out a laugh and Wally was absolutely sure that Dick had the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. Call him creepy if you will, but he could listen to Dick's laugh on repeat for hours and hours. It was that melodious.

"I take it that this girl wants to get in your pants," Dick said, surprising Wally with his choice of words. It wasn't everyday that a son of a billionaire would say something like that so bluntly. Noticing Wally's reaction, the ebony rolled his eyes. "If you must know, I'm not like one of those rich snobs you see most of the time. Like you, I don't really wanna be treated like some sort of pampered Prince all the time."

From there, their conversation flowed for hours. They went out on the balcony to get away from the noise in the hall and just talk amongst themselves. The two of them laughed, told stories and joked whilst the party was in full-swing behind them (but they could care less about that).

To Wally, Dick was something...special. He was confident and witty but not in any way cocky. The man was incredibly charming with a hint of sarcasm and sass. Wally found himself laughing in a way that was way too loud to be considered polite but once again, he didn't give a single flying fuck.

"So...you got a girlfriend or something?" Dick asked curiously.

Wally shook his head. "Nah. But these days whenever a girl is standing at a ten feet radius from me, the media will assume that we had sex."

Dick nodded in understanding, knowing full well that the media was cruel and downright insane when they wanted to be. "You want a romantic partner?"

The pop star shrugged. "Honestly, I don't really think about things like that. I love music and I love singing. Life's already a roller coaster even without a romance-life."

"Ditto," Dick hummed in agreement. "Could you sing me one of your songs?"

Wally looked around as if expecting someone else to join their conversation. "Right now?"

"Why not? Unless you don't want to, of course."

The red-head cleared his throat, "It's fine. I'd love to sing for you."

The other man blinked, he noted that Wally said he'd love to sing for him, Dick didn't think about it much and shrugged it off. "Really? Start whenever you're ready, then."

Wally opened his mouth to sing and Dick practically melted into a puddle. The sounds that came out were divine yet crisp in clarity. His voice wasn't too deep but it was just right. Smooth as silk, as sweet as honey, had a natural vibrato but with a seductive tone that made Dick's knees feel weak. And Wally's song itself...was beautiful, even without any accompaniment.

'There's a lightning in your eyes I can't deny
Then there's me inside a sinking boat, running out of time
Without you I'll never make it out alive
But I know, yes I know we'll be alright.

There's a devil in your smile that's chasing me
And every time I turn around it's only gaining speed
There's a moment when you finally realize
There's no way you can change the rolling tide
But I know, yes I know that I'll be fine.

This time I'm ready to run
Escape from the city and follow the sun
'Cause I wanna be yours
'Cause you wanna be mine
I don't wanna get lost in the dark of the night
This time I'm ready to run
Wherever you are is the place I belong
'Cause I wanna be free
And I wanna be young
I'll never look back now I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run.

There's a future in my life I can't foresee
Unless of course I stay on course
And keep you next to me.

There will always be the kind that criticize
But I know, yes I know we'll be alright.

This time I'm ready to run
I'll give everything that I got for your love.

This time I'm ready to run
Escape from the city and follow the sun.

'Cause I wanna be yours
'Cause you wanna be mine
I don't wanna get lost in the dark of the night
This time I'm ready to run
Wherever you are is the place I belong
'Cause I wanna be free
And I wanna be young
I'll never look back now I'm ready to run.'

The song ended and the acrobat was stunned. He knew that Wally was talented but not to this extent. "That was amazing."

"Thanks, it's one of my favorites actually. Glad you like it, beautiful," Wally said, eyes widening when he realized what he had said at the end of his sentence. "Shit, sorry...I didn't mean it that way...it's just that we were really in the moment...and...fuck."

Dick chuckled at Wally's awkwardness and the green eyed man blushed. "Don't worry about it, Wally. I'm flattered."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Dick clarified. "Do you want my number now?"

Wally nearly choked on his own spit. "What makes you think I want your number?"

The other man looked back at him quizzically. "So you don't want my number? Just a few moments ago, you called me 'beautiful' and before that, you sang me a song. By those standards, someone could already say that we're dating."

Wally cursed, Dick was quite the spunky little shit, so by now, he was fighting a losing battle. "Got your phone with you?"

The acrobat handed him his Wayne cellphone and Wally typed in his phone number. Once he handed it back to Dick, the blue eyed put it back in his pocket.

After a while, Wally's own phone vibrated and he read the message with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" The black haired man asked.

"My manager is looking for me. Said something about shredding my ass to bits if I don't leave soon."

Dick poured at him. "You're leaving?" He queried, looking down at his shoes like a kicked puppy.

Wally lifted Dick's chin up, making him look up at him. "Don't worry about it," he assured. "I'll be sure to keep in contact."

Then Dick did something totally unexpected, he grabbed Wally by the collar of his suit and kissed him. The green eyes man's eyes widened in surprise but kissed him back...a bit rougher than Dick expected but it worked. Their tongues battled for dominance (A/N: Forgive me for using that line since it's so overused but I couldn't help myself.) and Wally bit softly on Dick's bottom lip.

Unfortunately, they both had to pull away, though neither of them could keep the stupid grins off of their faces. "What was that for?" Wally asked.

"You sang me a song, I might as well pay you back."

"So, are we dating now or something?"

"Don't be stupid, I just met you. We have to be friends first."

"Yeah but normally, people don't smooch their friends like that," Wally pointed out.

"Take me out to dinner then," Dick replied.

"You're richer than me, shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"What can I say? I have expensive taste."Dick half-heartedly joked, sticking his nose up in the air.

Wally rolled his eyes leaning in closer to Dick for another kiss. The ebony obliged and this time the kiss was softer but sweet nonetheless. Their mouths both tasted like wine but they could care less. They were just enjoying each other, especially the passionate kiss that they shared.

Even hours later, when his manager finally found him and started yelling at him furiously, Wally couldn't keep the grin off of his face.

This one-shot was requested by DoorOfJustice :D

Song used was Ready To Run by One Direction. I don't own anything so don't sue me.

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