Romance
Wally/Dick
Rated M
Let Me In
Let me in
Let me in
All I want
Is for someone to see me
- Susan Sundførd ft. Kleerup, Let Me In
When they look -
- it's usually not on purpose. It happens when the Boy Wonder is with Wally, sure that they're alone, positive that no one is going to intrude on 'bromance-that-might-be-romance time', certain that there is no way in any universe that someone is going to happen upon them. And even then, it's because Robin may have slipped into Dick, just for a second.
It's because he tilts his head, maybe laughs a little too hard, or leans down frustrated that Wally actually managed to beat him (once out of thirty, dude, not an excuse to brag) in the new game.
Wally soaks up those moments, because he's never seen such blue, never seen eyes so bright and full of life and damn beautiful - because god, Dick, you watched your damn parents die. Not like he'd tell his best friend that. Not in a million years.
Because then he just can't handle to see those eyes. Can't stand the cold, the dead, the absent look in them. When Robin doesn't care that Wally is seeing helpless-Dick Grayson, not awesomely amazing-Dick Grayson. When he's seeing that small nine year old instead of the fifteen year old who is growing, thank you very much.
But...
When it is.
When it is on purpose, when his Bat Brat wants it -
Wally patiently (not a word used to describe him often) waits for when Robin wants him to see Dick. Wants him to see Richard. Wants him to see his soul. His burning, thriving, intense, passionate gypsy soul.
It's when they share their time with each other, in the safety of their rooms at the cave, Wally's room at Uncle B's and Aunt I's when they're out at dinner, or Dick's room at Wayne Manor because Bruce is preoccupied being a fake-not-fake-but-still-mostly-fake-playboy and Alfred just knows. Obviously.
It's when Wally is touching his cheek, his hot breath ghosting across Dick's mostly-unblemished (no, Dick, I don't want to use just blemished) face, because there is that invisible scar from Two-Face right above his left eyebrow from a knife. And that almost non-existent (just existent Wally, existent - haven't you learned anything) scratch from that gunshot of Jokers. And that eye wrinkle-that's-not-a-wrinkle, something he got on their very first mission together.
And Wally is starting to think that blemished would be there better word - because it's such a right word, such a right blemished.
It's when Wally is pushing not one, not two, maybe three fing - oh fuck it Wally, just get it in already. When Wally can't help but think Dick looks so fucking hot beneath him, loves it even more when pale legs wrap around his waist, is fucking losing it when thin fingers wrap into sweaty red hair, pulling and, fuckfuckfuck I just can't, KF. W-wall...ooh...ah, Wally!
And he just can't.
It's when Wally fingers the glasses, or the domino mask, or that blindfold from that one night, or that tie and can't help it if his breath catches at the sight of deep, uncontrolled love.
When they see.