This was gonna be a one-shot, but I got another idea and thought, hey, why not just make this a collection since they're both pretty short? I had a lot of trouble coming up with a name for this one. So... Yeah... Enjoy?

It was currently 1:27 in Central City.

1:27 am.

Dick double-checked his boyfriend's digital clock on the nightstand to make sure. Wait, he was wrong.

It was 1:28 am.

So why in hell did the college students across the street feel it was a good idea to still be up partying? It's not even like they were really partying, either. There was no music and there couldn't be more than four or five of them who just seemed to be sitting around and talking. So why was the acrobat so annoyed, you ask? Because of the giggle-snort.

The fucking. Giggle-snort.

…

There it was again!

The voice was too ambiguous for Dick to know whether it was a boy or a girl, but DAMN if it wasn't obnoxious. Loud music, he could handle. Yelling? Sure. Car horns? Why not? Orgasms through the wall? Go for it. (He did live in Gotham City, after all.) But something about this sound, whether it be because it was the only thing between him and finally getting a good-night's-sleep, or because he just didn't want a reason to leave the comfort of Wally's arms, was driving him CRAZY!

The sound was the same every time. First the person would make three giggles, each a higher note than the other, and then they would start snorting. Same pitches, same timing, same everything. It's like they're planning it… He thought. And how the hell is Wally still asleep?

He turned his head to look at his boyfriend. As it turned out, Wally's eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. In fact, he seemed to be almost as annoyed with the sound as Dick was, cringing as the next one came.

"That's it. If that idiot doesn't shut up, I'm going out there to cut them. Bat-morals be damned." Dick said, voice hoarse from the… um…noises Wally had caused him to make earlier that night. He's a teenager with hormones and a twice-as-hormonal boyfriend, what did you expect?

"Dick" The speedster said, snapping him out of his thoughts."Don't bother. They do this kind of thing all the time. They'll shut up eventually." He hugged the younger boy closer to him, as if adding emphasis.

"That's what I thought two fucking hours ago." He finished his sentence just in time to hear the idiots say something about waffles before the dreaded sound came again.

"Screw it. I'm going out there." Before he even knew what he was doing, Dick was out of the bed and throwing on pants. He doubted they'd take him seriously if he went out naked.

"Dick-"

"Don't try and stop me, Kid Mouth. I was trained by The Fucking Bat."

"...Just don't do anything I'd do..."

"Usually people word that sentance a little differently." Dick joked as he closed the bedroom door behind him. In a matter of seconds he was out the front door and sneaking through the bushes towards the accused.

When he got there he saw a group of five young adults, probably in their early twenties, sitting around in a circle in the driveway with an oil-lamp (the kind people use while camping) between them. His hiding spot was behind a bush right next to the garage door. He was incredibly close to them all, but they had no idea he was there.

"Dude, is anyone else craving burritos right now? Seriously, it's like my stomach's a burrito magnet and the burritos are... um... burritos." One of the taller drunken morons said. As expected, this comment was soon followed by it. Dick looked between the five adults to find the perpetrator.

Bingo He thought as he spotted them. It was a shirtless young man who was looking like he was about to pass out at any minute. He had a half-finished beer in his hand and there were a couple empty bottles at his feet. Conveniently, he was sitting right next to a metal garbage Dick spotted him he was just reaching the snort after the giggles.

"Dude, could you sound any more like a fucking drunk idiot?" The man said.

"But that's what he is." Another stated, causing laughs between the whole group, and of course the giggle-snort.

As soon as they finished, Dick grabbed a rock by his foot and threw it at the can. As expected, this caused a loud bang that caused all five to silence their laughing and the particularly annoying one to jump so far, he knocked over the lamp, making it go out.

Dick, being used to complete darkness, took this time as an advantage to take his spot directly in front of the whole group, but not before setting up a tazer in the bush. He kept the remote hidden in his hand. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice the wire leading from him to the bush.

It's pretty safe to say that they thouroughly shit themselves once the light had been turned back on.

None of them had expected to see a black-haired teen with a terrifyingly evil grimace on his face right in front of them.

None of them had expected the bush to crackle and glow as if it was lightning.

None of them had expected the teen to tell them to "Shut. Up.".

None had expected something to come flying out of nowhere and destroy their lamp, leaving them once again in complete darkness.

And NONE had expected the teen to be gone once they found a flashlight.

...

"I think we should go now."

"Nice one, Babe." Wally said as Dick climbed back into his bed. He had watched the whole scene from his window.

"You expected any less? And don't call me Babe." He half-heartedly mumbled the last part, in truth not caring what Wally called him, as long as it wasn't insulting.

"Sure thing, Darling." He shot back, putting emphasis on the last word.

"Wally..." Dick warned. But the speedster was just getting started.

"Oh, come one Pumpkin. Surely you can handle a few nicknames."

"Wally..."

"I mean, you're my shooting-star. I should be able to express my love for you in whatever words I see fit."

"...Just call me Babe." Dick gave in. He just wanted to sleep.

"Can I call you Sugar?"

"No."

"Honey-bunch?"

"NO."

"Cutie-Pie?"

"Dammit Wally! GO TO SLEEP!" Dick practically shouted.

"Alright fine... Jeez..."

...

"Bright Eyes- OW!"

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