A/N: Ho there! This is another one of those fics I wrote back in 2016. I remember finishing it but never getting around to posting it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When he first moved into his new apartment, Dick had honestly believed that not much would change. Yes, the shift from dreary Gotham City to optimistic Happy Harbor would take some getting used to, and sure, the cramped studio apartment was a downgrade from the expansive rooms over at Wayne Manor. Still, Dick could not regret the decision and found the change in scenery refreshing.
The move to the sun-kissed beaches was a tactical play. He wanted to carve out a reputation of his own, one without Bruce's considerable influence following him at every turn. It was also a declaration of sorts. He wanted to prove to the naysayers, to his adoptive father, and most especially, to himself, that he was serious about working in law enforcement.
Dick wanted to be a detective. He wanted to help people and safeguard their wellbeing. He wanted to ensure that at the end of the day, justice would prevail.
When the H.H.P.D. had offered him the job, he had packed his bags and left without a look back.
However, like most plans, his skewed off to the sidelines, twisting and turning as fate dictated. The turn took place one morning, as he was ironing out his new uniform.
"In my life, there's been heartache and pain. I don't know, if I can face it again…"
Dick honestly never expected to be serenaded through the walls at ten in the morning. In mild disbelief, he eyed the wall by his bed. He narrowed his eyes, and was answered fiercely.
"I want to know what love is! I want you to show me!"
It was surreal. The mishmash of discordant notes and butchered lyrics provoked both laughter and second hand embarrassment. He quickly raised a hand to muffle the sound of his snickering. Whoever was singing—if it could even be called that—was utterly tone-deaf, and the best part of it all, was the absolute shamelessness.
Dick thought he could keep a lid on his giggling but the man on the other side sang even louder, as if in challenge. The stranger's voice cracked, sending notes to high heaven. Dick really didn't stand a chance. He busted out laughing.
There was a yelp, followed by a crash on the other side. Dick felt bad but also couldn't stop laughing. Eventually, he managed to compose himself as he walked over.
"You ok?" he asked the wall with its chipping pale orange paint.
The awkward silence was expected, so he waited patiently for a reply. Finally, "Uhh… yeah, yeah, fine. Yup! All good… umm… yeah..."
The bashful response after such a brazen performance was endearing and Dick was hit with the urge to reassure his neighbor that he didn't mind the impromptu karaoke session. The other was quicker however as he hastily uttered, "I gotta go! Sorry about the—yeah… err, bye!"
Quick footsteps, followed by a door slamming shut reverberated in his tiny apartment. Dick shook his head, still thoroughly amused. He couldn't quite wipe the grin off his face, until he made his way back to the ironing board, where his smoking uniform greeted him.
Well, at least Sunday proved eventful.
Dick groaned as he sank into the couch. Holding an ice pack over his bruising temple, he watched the shadows cast by the street below, dance across his ceiling. His first day at work had been a bust.
The unlucky happenstance of his alarms—plural—malfunctioning, as well as a flurry of uncontrollable mishaps had guaranteed his tardiness. Upon arrival, harried, sweaty, and out of breath, Dick was treated to a verbal lashing in front of his new coworkers and the stubborn hope that things would get better dwindled, as his shift progressed through misfortune after misfortune.
By the end of it, he was bone-tired, bruised, sore, and doused in a venti mocha frappucino.
He sighed deeply, closing his eyes to the image of an officer grumbling to another detective.
"They said he was one of the best from the Academy..."
"Well, you know what they say about Gotham. I guess as far as their standards go, that's really the best they can offer."
Side comments were a dime a dozen back home. In fact, after a few more digs into his circus origins and preconceived rich boy entitlement, it would be like he had never left Gotham. Dick knew better than to listen to gossip but he was fed up all the same.
He let himself mope for a few more minutes before finally heading into the kitchen. The ice pack, he discarded onto the sink, as he looked through various cupboards for anything to eat. Cereal. Yogurt. Leftover japchae.
Dick took his keys and left the apartment.
He nodded to his neighbors as he made his way down. His bike was waiting by a curb. A custom made Wayne R-cycle, was one of the few luxuries he brought over from Gotham. The familiar grip eased some tension he had not been aware of. Putting on his helmet, he looked up at his building.
The apartment complex was a mid-rise structure, wedged between two other residential buildings. His apartment was on the sixth floor, left corner. The building beside it was taller, yet older.
He recalled the singing stranger and easily pinpointed his unit. There was a single window with crisscross grating. It was blocked by a yellow curtain and a tall silhouette was moving to and fro within.
His stomach grumbled.
Dick was tempted to wait out his musically-challenged neighbor but then reminded himself, that he didn't come to Happy Harbor to make friends.
Dick was treated to a medley whenever he got home. The impromptu singing always gave him a curious sense of comfort and so, he in turn had learned to refrain from reacting too loudly so as not to scare his neighbor away. He had taken to calling the unknown crooner "Wall-man" and had even taped a piece of paper with a smiley face on the wall.
Dick had initially pegged Wall-man's genre as cheesy old love songs from the 90s, as proven by a hilariously passionate rendition of "My Heart Will Go On" but he was starting to think he has assumed too quickly.
"I'm the Scatman! Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub, yo da dub dub…"
Dick startled from his plank position on the floor to eye the wall in disbelief. Who the hellw as this guy? The song was such an abrupt digression from his usual set list that Dick briefly entertained the thought that it was a different person altogether. But obviously it had to be Wall-man. There was only one person who sang like that.
It hadn't stopped their either. In the next couple of weeks, Dick heard a variety of music; some of which, he had never even heard of before,
"The first man's name was Kiki, he worse such little pants. His brother was the champion, but Kiki loved to dance!"
Some, he would never have guessed Wall-man would know of,
"Exit light! Enter night! Take my hand, off to never never land…"
And others that were surprisingly fitting.
"May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?..."
Following an infuriating stint of "Baby Shark", sprinkled with a dash of whistling, and spiced up by a little amateur beat boxing, Dick resigned himself to the knowledge that he would never be able to pin down Wall-man's musical taste. It was as unique and disjointed as the notes he sang in.
And if Dick occasionally caught himself dancing along, well, that was a secret between him and the four walls of his bedroom.
He did eventually make friends. He was naturally friendly, it was bound to happen. His ex-girlfriend-still-best-friend, Barbara Gordon, declared him an anomaly of Gotham because of it and he took that as a compliment.
"So, how're the beaches treating you? Make any new friends?" Babs voice came through his phone, clear and soothing.
Dick told her about Kaldur and how they met at a crime scene, which admittedly, was a morbid place to make friends. Regardless, the CSI was one of the best in the department, and they shared a passion for public service. Kaldur was from overseas and had ties to royalty. Dick remembered seeing him a few times at galas and luncheons back in Gotham, but they had never really talked. They initially bonded over their shared commitment to law enforcement rather than the expected MBA. Kaldur was reliable and Dick often saw him as an older-brother-figure-slash-mentor.
He also told her about Megan Morse, Connor's wife. He had already known Connor from Uncle Clark and considered him a cousin of sorts. Connor worked as a waiter while Megan cooked at the cafe they owned. Megan was sweet and bubbly, but wasn't afraid to throw someone out if they were being an asshole, and she did it with a smile to boot. As a man whose culinary experience consisted of cereal and boiled water, Dick saw them fairly often. Their cafe, "Young Justice" was an inviting place, decorated with all kinds of mementos and souvenirs from around the world.
Talking about his newfound friends was a delight and hearing Babs laugh along an equal treat. He hadn't realized how much he missed having someone to talk to, and while he knew friends could prove to be a distraction from his job, it was one he embraced.
Dick was in his room, reviewing case files and listening to Wall-man sing in the background. Months had passed, and somehow the guy still sounded like a hyena on meth. But it was getting to the point where Dick found it bizarrely soothing.
Getting used to the other man's voice developed Dick's ability to classify the songs according to mostly three categories. He differentiated them as full on diva-moments, absentminded-crooning, or the unfortunates cases of LSS.
Today's song choices were different however.
"I've got you under my skin. I've got you deep in the heart of me…"
He was pleasantly surprised. Wall-man's first Sinatra.
Dick leaned back, the could use a break. He listened, savoring the moment.
There was something in the way that Wall-man was singing.
It felt more personal. Heartfelt. The actual execution still missed several notes, but the passion and intent resonated, tenaciously clear. It was as if Wall-man was serenading someone in his mind, pouring his heart out one lyrical mess at a time.
Dick considered the idea. He looked thoughtfully at his quick doodle. He had added a speech bubble and some musical notes to it. He smiled and gave it a thumbs-up. As if sensing his approval, Wall-man's voice got louder.
Good for him.
Chief Lance had given him the day off, following his breakthrough on the CADMUS case. The diner was closed, so Dick gallivanted off to a club he recently discovered. The strobe lights and loud music welcomed him. He crossed the sea of dancing bodies and smiled at the blonde manning the bar.
"What'll it be, officer?"
Artemis was a firecracker. The bartender of "The Cave" was as snarky as her raised eyebrow promised. He had met her on a previous case her sister had been dragged into. The tough, no-nonsense woman was a good source of information and an even better friend. Artemis had her own brand of rowdy humor and unapologetic sarcasm that made them instant friends. Plus, she served a mean cocktail.
He was in the middle of detailing the differences in cereal brands when he noticed something different about her.
"What's with the good mood Artie?" he asked, with a sip of his cocktail, for a drink called Zombie it was surprisingly fruity.
There was a sparkle in her eyes and a weightlessness in the way she moved. In mild disbelief, he watched her cheeks flush prettily.
While wiping down the counter, Artemis answered, "Nothing, Boy Wonder."
Dick rolled his eyes at the nickname. A lot of people had taken to calling him that, especially at the precinct. The string of successful investigations, some well above his pay grade, had gifted him the moniker.
He refused to be waylaid however, and leaned further into the counter, needling, "Oh c'mon! What's got you all giddy?"
"It's nothing," she replied, blushing even more. Abruptly, she nodded to another customer and moved away to make a quick martini.
Dick watched her patiently take drink orders. Her hands moved quick and sure but her eyes kept straying over to him. He smiled sunnily at her. Once everyone had been served, he caught her eyes and mischievously wiggled his eyebrows.
She sighed out loud. Rolling her eyes even as she made her way over.
"So… there's this guy…"
His eyebrows rose in response to her shy but determined gaze, and Dick, troll that he was, coyly placed his head between his upturned palms.
"Uh-huh, tell me more!" he teased.
"Don't be a dick about it, Dick," she replied swatting at him with a bar cloth, "Anyways… it might be something, or it may not be something… but yeah, there's this guy…"
He grinned at her, nodding amicably along before leaning forward to whisper, "Need me to run a background check?"
Artemis swatted his nose once again as he laughed out loud.
"Quit being a pest! So you were talking about the superiority of Cheerios over Froot Loops and Apple Jacks?"
Dick groaned into his pillow at the sound of Wall-man's voice. It was way too early and he had had an unhealthy amount of alcohol last night.
"I'm walking on sunshine woooaaaah, and don't it feel good! Hey! Alright now!…"
Consequences be damned! He raised a hand, prepared to bang his objections in morse code, when Wall-man abruptly cut off to call out, "Coming! Give me a sec."
Dick gratefully huffed and wiggled back under the covers. The silence lasted long enough to trick him to a false sense of security, then he heard a banging door, hurried footsteps and the sound of something breaking.
He sat up, wide awake. Alert despite the hangover.
Then, there was a female giggle, followed by Wallman's, "Holy shit! A-aah! Mghh...nghh… right there!"
Dick vaulted off his bed and hightailed out of his apartment.
'Damn Wall-man!' he thought, his cheeks red.
"Can you believe his nerve!?" he grumbled to his friends at the diner.
In his rush, Dick hadn't bothered getting dressed, leaving his apartment in pajama pants, a leather jacket, mismatched socks and sneakers. The look on Connor's face as he opened the door said it all and had Dick blushing to his ears. Megan, being the saint that she was, ushered him in and whipped up a batch of pancakes just as Kaldur happened to pass by.
"That is quite the predicament, my friend," he said with a sympathetic pat to his shoulder. Dick glared at him, watching Kaldur try his best not to smile. He was failing.
"You're telling me," he huffed, stuffing his mouth with breakfast. Megan giggled behind her hand while Connor shook his head, a smirk belying his amusement.
"Why don't you just ask him to keep it down?" Connor asked, as he brandished a mop along the tiled floor.
Dick couldn't quite figure out an answer to that.
A few days were spent scampering off to escape auditory smut and tolerating terribly lovesick singing, until Dick finally had enough. Now, a normally adjusted person would calmly discuss the issue with the offending party, but he was feeling vindictive so he left for the club on one of this nights off with the sole intention of getting laid.
One night stands weren't really his thing but it had admittedly been quite a while. Artemis was manning the bar, as usual, and immediately picked up on his intentions with one look. She quirked an eyebrow and grinned as she waved him over.
There was a stranger sitting on the bar stool in front of her.
"Hey Dick, have you met Zatanna?"
Dick turned to meet the newcomer and was arrested by her beauty. Zatanna had long wavy black hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips were set in a deep red and her black and white dress hugged her figure. Dick swallowed nervously before surreptitiously taking a deep breath to compose himself.
He smiled roguishly at her, and charmingly replied, "Haven't had the pleasure yet, nice to meet you. I'm Richard Grayson-Wayne."
Intelligent eyes looked him over before accepting his handshake. Her hands were soft in his, dainty really, and her smile radiant.
"Nice to meet you too. I take it you're the Boy Wonder Artemis keeps telling me about?"
"Must be," he answered with a smile before taking the seat beside her. He turned to face Artemis then, and coquettishly batted his eyelashes at her.
"Why Artie, I didn't know you talked about little ol' me to your friends!"
"Oh stuff it Gotham," Artemis sniped with a customary roll of her eyes while Zatanna chuckled melodically at their antics.
"Looking for a special someone?" the blonde gamely asked.
He scratched his neck, feeling a little shy. If it were Artemis alone, he'd be brazen about his intentions, but before him was a stranger. Zatanna seemed like a lovely lady, sure, but she was still someone he still knew nothing about.
Looking at her though, he could not deny the immediate attraction and if she felt the same, well then, the potential called for honesty. He was against leading someone on and always ascertained the other party knew where he stood. Plus, he wasn't naive enough to think that women weren't occasionally horny and interested in a fun no-strings attached tumble in the sheets, a lesson well-learned back in Gotham.
"Not exactly," he answered, "more interested in a night of carnal and mutual pleasure actually."
Artemis smirked at his candor but nodded her head all the same in understanding.
"How scandalous!" Zatanna mock-gasped but the corners of her lips were tilted upward. Dick smiled at her.
"Well, honesty is the best policy, and as an officer I take the law quite seriously," he replied, wagging his eyebrows.
Artemis gagged behind the counter while Zatanna chuckled in good humor. Dick snickered along with them before he added, "Plus, I kind of have an ulterior motive…"
He did not know why he said it, but hanging out with two down-to-earth ladies prompted the words.
"Oh?" Zatanna asked curiously as both she and the blonde leaned his way.
He grinned as he told the story of his singing neighbor and his plan for revenge. Dick watched Artemis bury her head in her hands with deeply amused huffs, while Zatanna laughed and laughed. After a while, with a quick look around the club, she asked, "So, anyone catch your eye?"
Artemis piped in shamelessly, "Why bother? Zee here's looking for a quick fuck."
"Artemis!" Zatanna exclaimed as both she and Dick blushed tomato red, while the blonde walked away laughing uproariously.
"I swear, she's the worst! Just because she and Wally finally got together," Zatanna grumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Dick snickered as he asked, "Wally?"
Zatanna turned to look at him with pink still dusting along her cheekbones. She was a vision.
"Yeah, Wally, her boyfriend. They've been friends for a while and she's had a crush on him since day one—not that she'll admit to it," she explained with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"I see,"
They sat quietly, taking secret glances at one another. When their eyes finally met, Dick gave smiled and she answered in kind.
With a deep breath, Zee turned to him and bravely asked, "So… wanna make some noise?"
Dick startled at the question, before grinning from ear to ear.
Dick blinked awake and scrunched his nose against the hair tickling his face. He leaned up one arm to smile down at the beauty beside him. Last night was one hell of a ride and Dick was satiated and a bit smug about it all. He gently reached down to caress black strands away from long lashes, and the movement had Zee waking up adorably.
"Hey gorgeous," he greeted, voice raspy in the morning light. Zee quirked an eyebrow at the nickname but reached over all the same to drag him down for a kiss.
"Hey yourself," she whispered against his lips.
Dick had no illusions to the nature of their relationship. Last night was just a fun way to unwind between friends-to-be, but that did not mean he couldn't relish the feeling of her warmth while it lasted.
"So, has your songbird chirped his good morning yet?"
Her eyes had a shine that pulled him in. He leaned down to kiss her again, when…
"Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought, me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about…"
Dick furrowed his eyebrows as he looked to the wall. The song was familiar and Dick tried to place what it—
Oh no…
"You and me, baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do in the Discovery Channel! Do it again now! Toodoot doot doo doo dududu…"
Dick groaned and buried his flaming head on Zatanna's chest while she laughed.
He was going to kill Wall-man one of these days.
Things settled down with Wall-man back to singing a variety of songs. Dick was still treated to the occasional auditory porn, but he spared himself by splurging on a very effective, if expensive, set of noise-canceling headphones.
He had been promoted to Homicide in the time-frame between his and Zatanna's tumble in the sheets to now and Dick felt content with his life.
Lying in bed, he waited patiently for his tunes. It was much later than usual and he was about to drift off to sleep when, instead of the baritone voice he had grown accustomed to, he could hear a faint song playing.
"Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud…"
Dick eyed the wall curiously. It was strange not hearing Wall-man sing and there was a sense of wrong that he could not ignore.
"I cannot be without you, matter of fact… oh oh ohh…"
Dick sat up at the realization. His heart ached in empathy. He raised a hand to the wall, hoping against common sense, that it could provide some measure of comfort. He lied back down but trailed his hand along, refusing to relinquish the only tangible connection he had to the man at the other side.
Silently, Dick mouthed along, "…I'm on your back…"
Weeks passed and Wall-man played song after song of heartbreak. Dick missed the sound of his cracked voice and began to nurse an unhealthy amount of disdain for "I've Got You Under My Skin". In addition to he other man's sorrow was Artemis' inconsolable distance.
"It didn't work out," was all she said, and that was that.
He and Zatanna tried to keep their worrying to a minimum, else the blonde stomped off to her other customers, but it was difficult. Once, stormy gray eyes glared in annoyance, and she disappeared off into the stockroom. Dick and Zatanna sighed and tried to talk about something else. It was then that he opened up about his dilemma with Wall-man.
"Talk about timing," she mused.
Dick offered the same humorless smile and twirled a cocktail umbrella between his fingers. He was thinking of calling it a night but the idea of going back to his quiet apartment had him glued to his seat.
"What if you sing back?"
Dick tilted his head and asked with a graceless, "Huh?"
"You know! Sing back!" Zatanna's grin was mischievous but kind as she added, "It's practically your thing!"
"Woah, woah, he and I don't have a… thing."
"Sure you don't," he could practically taste the sarcasm, "oh c'mon Dick! You talk about him all the time."
"W-what? I do not!" he declared hotly, looking down at his empty drink. Zee kept staring at him with deadpan expression and he amended, "Ok, maybe I do, but I'm just sharing the colorful experience that is living with the guy! I mean—beside the guy!"
Dick coughed into his hand at Zee's unimpressed look. She rolled her eyes in a fashion that was truly like Artemis, before leaning back into her seat to huff out, "Fine, whatever you say."
He had a staring match with the wall in front of him as he pulled off his tie. The silence was suffocating. Dick opened and closed his mouth, like a fish. He shook his head, and headed off to the shower. After a quick wash, he dressed down to his boxer shorts and sat down on the bed.
The Wall-man had stopped playing music altogether and Dick felt the absence like a gaping wound. He took a deep breath but couldn't muster the courage.
This was so frustrating. He had no problem chasing down criminals but felt anxious simply singing.
He lied down on his bed, turning to reach over. He trailed his fingertips across the pale orange paint, sighing in disappointment. 'Maybe next time' he thought. He closed his eyes, tired from work and his own impotence.
Then Dick heard a pained yet muffled, "damn it."
Sleep crumbled away, leaving only restlessness.
Dick turned away and distracted himself with a look about his room. His eyes landed on his headphones and his phone beside it.
Well, there was an idea.
Dick grabbed his phone.
'No, no. Nope. No—that's just inappropriate,' he thought, 'oh wait—what was it called again? Hmm… where is it? No, no. Ahh… there you are.'
He pressed play.
"She'll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees; make you think she means it this time…"
He lied back down, placing his phone closer to the wall.
"It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all. The opposite of love's indifference…"
Dick felt equal parts silly and nervous. Was he even helping at all? Or just making noise? Despite his doubt, he couldn't stop.
"So keep your head up, keep your love; keep your head up, my love…"
When the song ended, silence crept back in. Seconds passed. Dick felt his stomach bottom out. He covered his eyes with an arm and forced himself to go to sleep. He had work tomorrow.
Then, "Thanks man."
The next night, he was wondering how Wall-man was faring when he heard a familiar voice singing as he was bending down to undress.
"When Big Larry came 'round just to put him down, Spongebob turned into a clown; and no girl ever wants to dance, with a fool who went and ripped his pants!"
Dick violated their only standing rule and laughed out loud. But this time, Wall-man kept singing.
Days blended together as Dick solved crimes with Kaldur, hung out with Megan and Connor, and shared the occasional drink with Zatanna and Artemis—who had moved on with a certain Mr. Ahm. The highlights to the slideshow of his life came in the evenings, where Wall-man would serenade him through the walls. Dick was delighted to learn a few things as he listened.
It didn't escape his notice that he and the other man shared several interests and tastes.
"Let's get down to business, to defeat, the Huns! HIYA!"
They disagreed on some things, but Dick saw their differences as a good thing, a necessary spice to their comfortable status quo. Dick still respected Wall-man even if he judged him a little.
Ok, a lot.
"Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling…"
The other man was also creative and had a love for science and classic science fiction.
"Dun. Dun. Duun. Dun duduun. Dun-duduun…"
He also taught Dick new things. Introducing him to material he would typically pass on.
"ONE PUNCH! Three, two one, kill shot!"
Overall, life was busy and kind of hectic, but Dick would trade none of it.
The call came as he was having dinner.
"You got shot," was the first thing he heard.
Dick sighed, "Hey Bruce."
He had had a bad day. The main suspect in their case had died in a gunfight with a rival gang. Two of their officers had been shot. One was in the hospital and the other, was Dick. Their investigation had come to a screeching halt, as there were zero chances of making a witness of a dead man
Dick pushed away his dinner, suddenly losing his appetite.
"You got shot," Bruce repeated. There was a moment of tense silence until Dick heard a long sigh coming from the other end, "Dick, come home."
Dick huffed. He knew how this conversation would go and honestly, did not care for the lecture.
"I'm fine."
The barely controlled anger was palpable, "You're fine? You got shot."
How many times was Bruce going to say it?
"It's part of my job, dad. Besides, it's a flesh wound, it'll heal," Dick tried to keep his words confident, mustering a courage he did not feel.
"Oh, is that all?" Bruce gritted out.
Dick rubbed the bridge of his nose. Frustrated and tired and just a little bit scared.
He knew what he was doing. He had trained for this, worked hard for it. Why couldn't Bruce understand?
"Listen Dick, you've had your fun but this is not a game—"
"—I know that!"
"No, you don't."
The finality in Bruce's voice made anger curl deep into his stomach. He clenched his hands, struggling to keep his temper.
"You could have a brighter and safer future here in Gotham, with an MBA and a position in Wayne Enterprises. There are other ways to help people, to make a difference."
"I've already made my decision, Bruce! And isn't it a little hypocritical of you to be talking about safety first when you were practically a vigilante in your younger days?"
"That's different—"
"How? Don't tell me it was because you had some special gadget squirreled away all the time or that you spent years training. I'm not stupid Bruce! I know what I'm doing. And you were the one who taught me how to fight anyways, so quit being such a hypocrite! I'm not changing my—"
"—I don't want you to lose your life over this!" Bruce roared over the phone and Dick shut his mouth, his jaw clicking in tension. It was rare for his father to ever raise his voice and the sound of it had Dick swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Damn it, Dick. You're my son," were the words that followed, softly spoken yet weighted through the years, "I can't lose you to some punk with a gun."
Dick bit his lip at the words and blinked away embittered tears. He closed his eyes, thinking back to the grandparents he had never met and his own biological parents who had been taken too soon. It was quiet once again with just the sound of their breathing.
"Come home."
He couldn't speak for quite some time but eventually, Dick took a deep breath and said, "I can't, dad."
An inhale had him scrambling to explain, "I know you're worried but I know in my gut that this is what I want to do, what I'm meant to do. I want to help, Bruce. I want to make sure that no one else has to go without someone they love because someone didn't do their job right. I'm sorry but I can't let this go. I won't."
Bruce said nothing but he heavy burden of his disapproval traveled miles.
"Visit sometime. Your brothers miss you."
The dial-tone cut like a knife.
He was lying in bed with his injured leg propped up on a pillow. Dick kept churning the conversation over and over, until his heart felt heavy. He wanted to talk to someone but also wanted to be left alone.
He turned to look at the wall beside him and his eyes caught his doodle of Wall-man. He wondered what the other man was doing.
Hesitantly, he knocked three times.
Dick didn't know what to expect but he hoped…
"Some days I feel like crying, don't matter if it's rain or sun. I feel like my heart was broken, at least a million times…"
He let the song wash over him. It carried some of his burdens away and he felt lighter. Absentmindedly, he noted that Wall-man sounded better. Then, wondered if that observation was fact, or a result of his fondness for him.
"Maybe it's too soon to be sure but I really do believe that someday we're gonna have it all…"
Dick snuggled closer to the wall, feeling inexplicably warm and safe. And sleepy.
"…And so I try, so hard to keep the rhythm of a train, rolling right along when the ride gets rough you gotta carry on. Carry on…"
One day, as he was getting ready for work, Dick heard it.
"How glad the many millions of Annabelles and Lillians, would be to capture me…"
It was a welcome surprise to hear Wall-man singing so early in the day but Dick shrugged it off. He didn't really have time to spare but figured that if he cut his coffee run he could make the exception.
"I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo. How I won you I shall never never know…"
Wait a minute…
"I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie… all the day and nighttime give me sigh…"
Wall-man was singing to another.
The feeling of annoyance caught Dick off guard. He felt despondent anger simmer in his gut at the thought of some stranger. He ground his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
Then, he caught his reflection in the mirror and Dick was startled away from his irritation.
What was wrong with him?
It wasn't as if he was jealous or anyth—he was jealous.
Damn it.
He was at the diner, bemoaning his predicament to a sympathetic Megan while Connor closed up for the night.
Dick was at the crossroad of feeling sorry for himself and the temptation of using police resources to find out the lucky sap who Wall-man was pining over. Megan, mind-reader that she was, served him a plate of strawberry pie, and so whining won out.
He heartily swallowed spoonfuls of the delicious treat in between bouts of banging his head on the counter. Megan eventually reached over with dainty fingers, smoothing down his hair as he let out a pitiful moan.
"You sound just like KF," Connor commented, as he made his way over, carrying an armful of dirty plates.
Dick tilted his head at Connor, "Who?"
"KF, or Wallace Rudolph West. He's my cousin," Megan answered before her lips pursed, "Well, sort of. I guess it's something similar to what you and Connor have. He and I practically grew up together. He's lived here longer than I have though"
"Uhh… K-F?"
Connor closed the dishwasher with a solid 'thud' and made his way over.
"It's a long story," he said, as he wrapped an arm around his wife.
"He was the one to introduce me to Connor way back then," Megan added as she leaned up to kiss Connor on the cheek. It was sweet. But Dick felt a little annoyed—jealous—at the display
"You should meet him," Connor said, "you two would get along like a house on fire."
"What makes you say that?"
"Call it a feeling," with that said, Connor took his plate and walked back into the kitchen.
Megan giggled then, and when Dick looked curiously at her, she smiled.
"My cousin's also been having troubles of the heart. There's this guy at his new job he's been pining over for a few days now."
"—and by pining, Megan means he's utterly stupid about his coworker," Connor scoffed as he called over, "he calls his crush, The Detective."
"Don't be mean, I think it's rather sweet!"
"Wow," Dick said, humor coloring his tone, "A man after my own heart."
Connor snorted at his words, "You don't know how true that is."
Dick contemplated Connor's insistence. It was a rare thing, and his curiosity was piqued. He furtively coughed into his hand to catch the couples wandering attention as he offered, "I wouldn't mind a play date."
Megan beamed at him as she promised, "I'll ask when he's free. He usually comes by the diner but he's been busy lately…"
"He's getting ready to move out of his old apartment, place is a shithole," Connor added helpfully.
Dick nodded sympathetically to this KF's plight, and spent the rest of his visit listening to the couple tell stories about him.
Back home, Dick took his sweet time parking his bike. He looked up as he did so, eyeing Wall-man's window. The light was on and the gaudy yellow curtain had been tucked off to the side. There were shadows playing inside.
Dick couldn't take his eyes off the view.
A few seconds passed. Then a few more after.
The wind was picking up. It was going to rain later tonight, he recalled.
Still, Dick waited.
There!
He was rewarded a quick glance of red hair and a pale back before the curtains closed.
He frowned, discontent at the tease.
Who was he?
Dick shook his head. He was being foolish.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you'd feel me somehow…"
Dick's heart ached with each new song. There was always a despondent yet dreamy note to them compared to the almost victorious tone from before.
Dick was such a lovesick idiot. He knew it was ridiculous for him to pine after his neighbor.
"Gave my love to a shooting star, but he moves so fast, that I can't keep up. I'm chasing…"
He forced himself away. He took a long shower then puttered about his kitchen. When he realized he could still hear the faint singing, he grabbed his headset and played some random pop song. He tried to make dinner, failed. He tried to read but found he couldn't concentrate. He tried to play some video games and a backlog of system updates greeted him.
He tried every distraction he could think of until the clock hit midnight. Then, when the quiet rolled in, he found himself missing Wall-man's voice.
This was absurd.
He huffed. Moodily.
Dick consoled himself with the thought of tomorrow. He would listen then, he promised himself, infatuated moron that he was. He closed his eyes, getting ready to sleep.
When…
"Did they already tell you, I'm a low level poison to drink through?..."
It was a late. Far later than Wall-man's usual hours.
But it was also softer. Sung quietly, as if it were a secret just between them.
In rebellion, Dick rolled away, physically distancing himself. He eyed the wall in derision, trying to steel his heart.
"And yours is a noble heart I don't deserve to hold…"
It was futile.
"Oh this scarlet lust has got its claws in me. It's taken over me. It's ruined what I could be for any man at all but if you decide the two of us may be together endlessly, blindly, oh blissfully, I'll gladly forgo them all…"
What if…
What if tomorrow he mustered the courage?
Dick fell asleep to the idea of it, missing a question, "Hey, you awake?"
The next day greeted Dick with the sound of hustle and bustle. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and tried to go back to sleep when there was a crash outside, followed by a, "Hey! Be careful with that!"
The voice sounded familiar and it reminded him of the dream he was having. The possibility of continuing on in la la land was too tempting to give up. Dick fell back asleep.
He blinked awake an hour after. No dreams this time.
He got off the bed and looked out the window to see a moving truck parked by the side of the road. Dick shrugged. He moved onto his kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
A niggling feeling at the back of his head had him bringing his morning pick-me-up to the window. He sipped as he watched the proceedings outside with casual interest.
It was then he caught sight of a man in a plaid shirt with red hair burning bright in the sunlight.
Instinct took over.
He dropped his cup and ran out of his apartment like a man possessed.
"Excuse me! Pardon me!" he exclaimed as he sprinted past. He tripped the last few steps down the stairs but pushed on. The main doors slammed opened and he jumped down the porch steps.
It was him.
And he was climbing into another car. Dick stepped forward but bumped into another person. He didn't hear the angry "Hey!" and could only focus on the car moving away. He looked for his bike and reached down for his keys, then realized he had left his apartment clad only in blue boxer briefs.
With a heavy heart, Dick watched the other card drive off into the distance.
Dick buried himself in work.
He didn't allow himself to think about missed opportunities but it was difficult since he was reminded every time he went home. It was just too quiet.
He had dreams too. Some of them had him opening the door to find a redhead in front of his apartment. Others, had him chasing after Wall-man on his bike. He'd get farther and farther away despite being on his feet. None of it was welcome but they were preferable over the dreams of pale skin, breathy voices and a heated tangle of limbs. Those dreams tended to end with his other neighbors banging on his door, telling them to be quiet.
He wouldn't admit it but Dick held onto the hope that Wall-man would come back. He hoped the redhead forgot something or even more fantastical, that he would come back to finally meet Dick.
Alas, days passed by with no redhead in sight and somehow, the absence of him made Dick hyper focus in on the shortcomings of his apartment.
It felt cramped. When it rained, water leaked through the AC unit and there was always a draft. His windows and doors kept getting stuck and his neighbors kept referencing the day he went out in just his underwear.
Dick finally decided to move out after he heard his someone happily celebrate not having to hear Wall-man's caterwauling.
He hadn't even known anyone else could hear him.
He was packing when he got a text from Megan.
"Wally's here, want to come over? :-)"
Dick considered the offer. He was curious about Wally but right now, he wanted to be alone to mope some more. Plus, he had a lot of packing to get done.
"Maybe next time. Busy packing B-)"
"Alright :-) He says hi! :-D"
Dick smiled at the message and pulled a strip of packing tape.
He was huddled in a cab watching the snow fall when he received a call.
"Hey Artemis, what's up?"
"Hey Boy Wonder, we're at the club, are you coming over?"
Dick winced at the question, he had forgotten to tell his friends that he was going to Gotham for the holidays.
"About that, I'm actually on my way to Gotham for the holidays."
"What? And you didn't think to say anything?"
"I know, I know. It slipped my mind, sorry," he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck before teasing, "Aww Artie, I didn't know you'd miss me so much!"
There was a huff and Dick could imagine her eyes rolling at the question.
"Not at all, in fact don't bother coming back."
"Now, now, let's not be hasty, Zee would miss me just as much and Kaldur needs his trusty detective. You wouldn't want to subject Kaldur to rookies, would you Artemis?"
There was the easy laughter of Zatanna and Kaldur in the background and an even fainter chuckle of a stranger that had Dick straightening out.
"Dork. Zee says she accepts bribes in the form of boots."
Dick laughed at that and nodded his thanks to the cab driver. He paused by the entrance of the bus terminal to ask, "What do you need me there for anyways? Your sexy specimen of a boyfriend is there, isn't he?"
"First of, don't say that about Kaldur again, and second, I wanted to introduce you to my ex."
Dick's eyebrows rose, as he asked, "You still want me to run a background check?"
She snorted, "I told you, he and I are still friends"
"Uh-huh, sure."
"I'm serious! The break was a mutual thing… he had to figure some stuff out and besides, he was the one who pushed me to be with Kaldur."
"Wait, what? I thought I was the one that did that?"
"Well you introduced us but he was the one who kept pestering me to ask Kaldur out"
"Huh, well, that's weird."
"Preaching to the choir here Boy Wonder. Anyways, that's why you should come home soon, so I can introduce you to my ex."
"Fine, fine, what was his name again?"
"Come back and find out."
"Spoilsport."
"Bye Boy Wonder!"
Dick's visit to the manor started off sour. He just couldn't get over his missed meeting. Things between him and Bruce were also tense but luckily, the rest of his visit was spent with his brothers, Alfred and Babs. They treated him to the best food and he listened enthusiastically as they caught him up on the latest gossip.
Every now and then however, he found himself humming a tune.
On the last day of his visit, the anticipation of waiting for a voice he would never hear got so bad, he couldn't sleep. It had been easier not to think of Wall-man here but now that he was going back, he felt jittery. Frustrated, Dick got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe a midnight snack could tide him over?
"Master Dick, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh! Hey Alfred, uhh… no, it's alright. Just got the muchies."
"Ahh, perhaps I might offer some assistance? I believe your favorite biscuits are on the cupboard to the right. Or if you prefer something more savory, I believe Master Jason has squirreled away some of his damnable chips in the pantry."
Dick chuckled at the disapproval, "Thanks Alfred. Maybe you'd like to join me?"
"I shall prepare the tea."
Dick had missed this. The food at Wayne Manor was always impeccable plus some of his favorite treats could only be found in Gotham. Still, he was proud of the progress he had made back at Happy Harbor.
If only he'd managed to wake up that day…
"Is there something wrong Master Dick?"
Dick figured there was no harm in telling Alfred about what could have been. The words came willingly, almost desperately. He had talked to his friends about this before, but there was a level of comfort that only Alfred could provide.
"I know it's stupid but I just can't get him out of my head."
Alfred smiled at him kindly, "Matters of the heart are often illogical Master Dick, but I have found that does not speak to the genuineness of the emotion. You may have only known this young man through the medium of his voice yet the potential is there, as well as the connection. And who's to say that it is the last time you'll meet?"
Dick thought it over carefully and finally smiled. Alfred was always so wise. Doting, too. Dick suddenly remembered Bruce and his criticisms. His face soured and the butler raised his eyebrow in query.
"You think… you think Bruce will ever get over me leaving?"
"Hmm… Master Bruce is a man of little words but I know that he thinks very highly of you, your decision and your commitment."
Dick pursed his lips and replied, "Really? It doesn't feel like it…"
"He is also a father, young sir," Alfred chastised gently.
"But he taught me how to fight. He taught me how important it is to stand up for what's right! So, why isn't he happy?"
Dick knew the reason. Logically, he was aware. But it was still something to hear it come out of Alfred's mouth, "Any misgiving he has against your decision stems from a father's fear of outliving his child. It is no insult to your abilities sir."
He could say nothing to that. He couldn't even look at Alfred, nodding instead to the kitchen island.
He recalled their phone conversation, months ago. Remembered Wall-man's voice reassurance too.
Dick looked up then, "Matters of the heart, huh?"
Alfred smiled at him, "Indeed, sir."
The next morning, Alfred and Bruce accompanied him to the bus station. He had already made his goodbyes and had promised to call more often.
Dick nodded to his adoptive father, while Bruce patted his shoulder.
As he was walking to the station, Bruce called, "Be careful Dick."
He stopped.
"Maybe, it's too soon to be sure..."
He recalled Alfred's words and turned back around. He ran.
"But I really do believe that some day we're gonna have it all."
He wrapped his arms around him.
"Bye dad," he said with the hug. Bruce stiffened in his arms then held on even tighter.
Once Dick got back, he met up with his friends. By the time he remembered to pester them about the guy they wanted him to meet, the mystery guy was decidedly, unavailable.
According to Megan, KF had the night shift at his new job and was still adjusting. Artemis said her ex was busy with family, babysitting their niece, Lian. It was a little weird that her sister had a kid with her ex' brother of sorts.
The backlog of work distracted him from Wall-man. Dick found himself trudging through the monotony of paperwork until he received a text from his former landlord.
He headed back to his old apartment.
"Thanks so much for contacting me about this sir."
"Of course Mr. Grayson," Mr. Smith replied offering a box of mail leftover from his sudden move. Dick accepted it gratefully and walked off to the diner. He looked through it with a detached sort of curiosity. It was mostly junk mail, some magazines too. There was also a box with a note attached.
'Hey man, hope this makes up for all the impromptu singing. Happy Holidays! :D'
His eyes widened. His heart picking up at the revelation. He carefully set aside the note, smoothing down the folded edges. Wall-man had left him a gift. He had actually gone back for Dick.
Reverently, Dick opened the box. Inside, was a neon green earmuff.
He laughed. Giddily.
He ran his fingertips along the fluffy lining. It was soft.
"Late Christmas gift?" Connor asked as he refilled Dick's coffee.
Connor was surprised at the beaming smile directed his way and the soft look Dick sent his present.
"Something like that," he whispered.
Connor hummed in answer and opened his mouth to ask who it was from but he was beaten to the punch by a phone ringing.
Dick patted down his pockets, giving Connor an apologetic smile as he answered, "Grayson. Right now? Yeah, ok. I'll be there in twenty. See ya Kaldur."
"Gotta go Connor, talk to you later!"
Dick hurriedly grabbed the box, but carefully set aside his present on top of everything else. He left a twenty dollar bill on the table.
As he left Connor noticed a piece of paper. It was a receipt from their diner with an outrageous amount of orders. Turning it over revealed a message he couldn't quite read and a series of numbers. It looked like a phone number.
He shrugged and threw it away. It must've been left over from a previous customer.
Dick let out a long moan of pleasure as he stretched his back. It was hours past his shift, with the night crew already starting theirs. He had let Kaldur go on ahead for a date with Artemis, promising him he would call if he needed help with the paperwork. Not that Dick had any intention of actually doing so.
He walked over to the coffee machine and brewed a fresh pot. The coffee at the precinct taste like ash, but he'd use any excuse to put off writing reports for a moment.
In the meantime, Dick daydreamed. He was riding off the high of his unexpected Christmas gift even though it was weeks ago. He had tried to find a way to contact Wall-man but found that the building manager at the other apartment was less hospitable and plenty paranoid. He was also bummed at the realization that he had lost the note that came with the gift and so any clues there was lost to him.
Still, he felt hopeful.
The loud 'beep' of the coffee machine shook him out of his reverie and Dick quickly moved to prepare a cup for himself. Coffee didn't last long at the station and the loud beep was basically a siren song to all officers.
He had just poured in some milk when he heard his coworkers grumbling on their way to the break room. Right on time. Cup in hand, he made his wake back. Nodding to the detectives in greeting. He turned a corner and bam!
"I am so sorry!" a voice exclaimed as he yelped out in surprise.
"It's fine Raquel," he replied easily, taking over her hasty attempts to wipe away at his shirt. Together, they cleaned the mess on the floor and as Dick moved to throw away soggy serviettes, he finally looked at her properly.
She was dressed up and his mouth ran off, "Hot date?"
She blushed at the question but smirked as well, "Kaldur had his chance."
Dick laughed at that and bid his goodbye. He made a detour towards the forensic department, remembering that Kaldur kept a spare shirt in one of the locker rooms there. He didn't really frequent this section of the precinct. His partner usually handled the evidence.
He passed through tiled corridors and frosted glass walls while he sent Kal a message. The clip-clop of his shoes echoed around him. Then,
"… Goodbye, no use leading with our chins. This is where our story ends… "
No way.
It couldn't be.
But…
His heartbeat picked up and he suddenly felt weightless. His fingertips tingled, oversensitive from anticipation. The sound pulled him further into the hallway. Then, taking a right, he stopped in front of an ajar door.
"… Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day. But before you walk away, I sincerely want to say …"
He looked up and saw that he was standing in front of an old empty office. Then he recalled some water cooler gossip. They had hired a new forensic tech. Rumor had it that the guy was some kind of science wiz.
"…I wish you bluebirds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing…"
He took a deep breath and pushed the door aside.
He was tall and he was wearing a lab coat. His hair was a familiar shade of red and the skin on his neck, pale and freckled. He was also swaying his hips as as he wrote what looked to be a very complicated equation on the board.
"…and then a kiss, but more than this, I wish you love…"
There was only one person in the world who had that voice.
It was like tunnel vision. Dick's entire world focused in on the man before him and his legs were moving before he even knew. He didn't see the stack of books on the floor and he tripped, toppling it down. The singing stopped and the other man turned and… Wow.
"It's you!" they both exclaimed.
Dick was in awe. Wall-man was gorgeous. Emerald eyes. Clean shaven boyish looks. The angle of his jaw and the planes of his cheekbones were distracting so was the smattering of freckles on his nose.
Wait, did Wall-man already know him?
"What did you mean by…?" Dick asked
The other man flushed and Dick stared dumbly. He looked so good and the blush was so tantalizing that Dick's lips tingled at the sight of them. He watched the redhead wave the question away with a quick, "Nothing, nothing… what did you mean?"
Dick recalled his words and fidgeted, suddenly bashful in front of the man he had been pining over for the past year.
"Ummm… nothing…" he said unconvincingly while scratching his head. He looked down at his shoes for a while but felt his eyes pulled back upward. Green eyes looked back at him and Dick swallowed nervously, watching them dart down at his Adam's apple. The sight of a tongue quickly swiping against a lip sent Dick's heart beating wildly in his chest, as a thick heat settled in his gut.
He took a deep breath. No more missed opportunities. He could finally ask this man, this wonderfully tone-deaf man, out. Instead, what came out was, "So, Sinatra, huh?"
Wall-man looked dumbfounded at the question before he smiled and… wow—thatwas—yeah, Dick was not going to get over this anytime soon.
"Nat King Cole actually. My uncle used to sing it to my aunt all the time."
How utterly endearing he was.
"Was he any good?" Dick asked.
"Not at all," was the answer and they both laughed.
Dick looked at him. The softness in his eyes had Dick stumbling his way forward.
He offered his hand, "I'm Richard Grayson-Wayne, nice to meet you."
Long fingers wrapped around his and Dick felt a pleasant jolt run up his arm at the contact.
"Oh, I know. The Detective," there was a brief sense of déjà vu at the words, "I'm Wally West, forensics"
Dick's eyes widened at the introduction.
"You wouldn't happen to know a certain Megan Morse would you?"
"Oh hey! That's my cousin!" Wally said excitedly. He was adorable, like an excitable puppy. The way that Wally bounced in place offset Dick's slight resentment; he could've met Wall-man earlier had he gone that day. Oh well, at least he was here now and he had yet to let go of Dick's hand.
"How do you know Megs?" was the question Wally asked but Dick was distracted by the warmth of his hand and the way his thumb ran across his knuckles.
Dick gathered enough courage to also stroke his fingers delicately against the hand in his and was rewarded with a shy smile.
"Uhh… I'm cousins with her husband."
"Connor? No way! Oh I see it, blue eyes and black hair run in your family, huh?" Wally asked, taking a step closer as if to see Dick clearer.
"Well, Con and I aren't really blood-related. Just have really close parents I suppose."
"Ahh, yeah, I get that. Megs and I are like that, and so are me, Roy and Lian"
Dick narrowed his eyes, "Lian Nguyen-Harper?"
"How do you…?"
"You're Artemis' ex?"
"Woah! what the—"
Dick relived all the times that he was treated to audio porn from Wall-man's side of the wall and flushed deep red. He abruptly remembered his night with Zatanna and felt faint all of the sudden. The coincidence of it all astonished him.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Fine, fine, just… it's a small world."
"O-kay"
"I think we got off on the wrong foot here. Let me try again. I'm Richard Grayson-Wayne from 6F"
Dick watched the interplay of emotions on Wally's—ha! "Wall-man's"—face. From confusion to realization to embarrassment. The pale freckles disappeared under the deep pink glow of his blush.
"You… you're that—from the other side! You—you've heard! I was all—aww, man!" Wally covered his face, mumbling words too soft for Dick to hear. Watching him so flustered made Dick's heart flutter and he ran through their meeting in his mind. The words finally caught up to him.
'The Detective', he had said, as if there was some significance to the—oh!
Dick looked back at Wally, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat.
He stepped into the redhead's space and gently moved his hands away. Green eyes widened at his sudden proximity and a mouth moved to ask but Dick was quicker. Wally's lips tasted like pizza and coffee. An unusual combination but one that couldn't make Dick move away, especially not with soft fingertips laid along his jaw. He wrapped an arm around the taller male, pulling him in.
He teasingly ran his tongue along the seam of Wally's lip and was rewarded with a deep moan. God, his voice sounded so much better up close. Dick wanted to hear more, he wanted—
"Ahem."
They opened their eyes to Chief Lance by the door and hastily separated.
"Chief," Dick greeted.
"Aunt—uhh, chief!" Wally intoned obediently beside him. He looked gorgeous with his hair tousled and his lips puffy and red.
"Mr. Grayson, isn't your shift over?" Dick jumped at Chief Lance's voice. He really should get his thoughts in order. If only Wally wasn't so distracting.
"Yes ma'am, just finishing up some paperwork."
She hummed in reply before turning to look at her nephew, "and don't you have work Mr. West?"
"Yes ma'am!"
She eyed both of them, unimpressed. A little amused, too.
"I leave you to it then, gentlemen."
Upon her leaving, blue eyes met green, and they both busted up laughing.
"So…" Dick started, coyly getting closer.
"Dinner, sometime?" Wally asked with a nervous smile.
Dick reached over and straightened out the lapels of his lab coat.
"I could be persuaded," he said.
Wally smirked, "And all this time I thought I had already won you over with my singing."
Dick chuckled, then shook his head.
"I was thinking… maybe we could work on a duet, of sorts" Dick replied heatedly as he ran a finger along Wally's collar bone, "if you're up to making some noise?"
The redhead swallowed nervously but his eyes were dark with desire.
"Aww man, I get off at six!"
Dick laughed.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed!
Song list, in order of appearance:
I Want To Know What Love Is -Foreigner
Scatman -Scatman John
Coincidance -Handsome Dancer
Enter Sandman -Metallica
The Real Slim Shady -Eminem
I've Got You Under My Skin -Sinatra
Walking on Sunshine -Katrina & The Waves
The Bad Touch -Bloodhound Gang
Walking After You -Foo Fighters
Stubborn Love -Lumineers
Ripped Pants Song -Spongebob
I'll Make A Man Out Of You -Mulan
Eternal Flame -The Bangles
Imperial March -Star Wars
The Hero -Jam Project
Have It All -Jeremy Kay
I've Got A Crush On You -Ella Fitzgerald
Iris -Goo Goo Dolls
Shooting Star -Bag Raiders
Noble Heart -Phox
I Wish You Love -Nat King Cole