colerfulldarkness666 suggested a second part where we actually get some Birdflash action, so I was more than happy to oblige. It's time for my favorite baby boys to get some screen time. This chapter should really be rated T, but you chickadees can handle it, I would hope. But just in case you don't read here, I'll make it bigger.
THIS CHAPTER RIGHT HERE BELOW IS RATED T FOR BIRDFLASH INTERACTIONS. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT… something obviously must be wrong. Birdflash is good… when I'm not writing it. Excuse my ugly sobbing.
Wally just barely managed a groan before he could pry the two-sizes-too-small thermal jacket from the chest it was squeezing the life from, throwing it in disgust to the slightly gray-tinted snow along the alley's edge, rubbing along his black turtleneck sweater's arms with a shiver. He could breathe now though, a major improvement from before, and he wasn't so worried about freezing to death seeing that his destination was just a few feet away from his current spot, knee-deep in iced snow.
It was an abandoned magic shop, similar to the one in the Haunted Mask in R.L. Stine's story, only its boards and supports were snapped and splintered in all the places that didn't collapse the shop, instead just giving it a sketchy outlook that would generally ward off innocent passersby citizen. Seeing that the auburn was neither of those three, he was just further inspired in each step, emerald gaze sweeping over the broken down shop.
'Ye Olde Magick Shoppe' was spelt out in a worn yellow paint across the span of the building's top barely nine feet above the asphalt ground buried in the snow beneath, having lost many of its pieces in its long standing battle against time. Time seemed to have one though, judging from the dust-smothered 'closed' sign that pressed to the clear of the glass, showing how empty and truly abandoned this small place was, a few holes dug deep into the floorboards having once halted the eighteen year old's steps.
Not now though, for he had been inside too many times to even attempt to recount on his own accord, instead smiling warmly onto the building at the nostalgia it radiated off like the puffs of smoke parting his chapped lips at the cold of the air. The upturning of his lips was more directed towards something his eyes glanced to in one of the broken windows, hidden amongst the reflective shard and the dust piles topped with the cobwebs thick enough to make bridge suspensions from.
"Is that a…?" he squinted, wading over to the broken entry point, laughing in amusement as he realized it had to be what he thought it was, reaching inside and pulling the object out.
The auburn, face lit up in the biggest grin it had bore in the longest time, referred to the speed that had given him his alter ego for the majority of his well-spent life to clean the dust and grim from sight, coughing in disgust as it filtered up into the air before backing away from it all and holding the object up a little.
It was a small bunny, no bigger than seven inches at best, ears peaking out through the brim of a black top hat with its waist bound by a red vest dolled up with swirled silver linings tracing its length. Three horizontal black strings, parallel stacked atop each other, were all that secured it with a small little bow delicately fixed in the center. Its eyes were two blue, small buttons, the nose just barely beneath it a black button with a triangle shape and a smaller size.
The best part of all of it though, aside from the delicate wand sewn into its hand that could easily pass as a baton, was the small stitched in smile where its mouth was supposed to be. That, of course, and the H sewn tightly in an intricate pose to the back of the vest, that probably was supposed to symbolize a brand of toy or something similar in fashion. All Wally saw in it though was the perfect thing to give Dick as a pre-Christmas present before he was bombarded with the real gifts on Christmas day like he'd had planned since he heard the acrobat's first Christmas since Jason's death would be spent out on patrol.
Once satisfied with himself, he put his hand to what looked to be a non-functioning doorknob, turning it as easily as he would every other fully functioning one and pressing through the door. Inside, the shop was a thick and course metal tunnel that was suddenly enveloped in the ZETA's head-spinning light.
"Recognized, Kid Flash," it began to introduce him, holding that grin strong to his lips as he stepped into the brightest of the light, suddenly emerging out in a very festively designed base with the most fantastic of smells.
He nearly moaned as it all swept up into his mind, adding the over to his whelming in a matter of fluttering eyelids and an excited blush. The bunny was clutched tighter in his grip, his body trembling as he darted for the kitchen, pausing under the archway at the sight of Dick hopping down with a small grin.
"Hey, Walls," the ebony grinned hard enough to make it seem his face would tear, tearing forward and wrapping his arms around the auburn's chest, earning a laugh from the speedster who returned the hug just as aggressively.
How he had missed the mistletoe above was beyond the bird's caring, but when the smallest of a twinkle sounded, he felt his heart stop at the hand to raise from around him and instead cup at his face, tilting it up to see the new expression in the depths of those emerald eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Grayson," Wally grinned before using the arm still around the acrobat to pull him closer and pressing their lips softly together.
Dick gasped lightly at the feeling that spiked his stomach, smiling hard and raising his arms to wrap around the half-covered neck, gently moving his lips in response with slowly closing eyelids. It was a conversation then, slow movements of the lips passing before they settled on what they wanted and closed it with a chaste kiss, starting up as soon as the last had cut, so forgiving and wanting and yet to careful.
They started out as the first snowfall, slow and delicate, landing each little flake in the most cradling manner to insure nothing would happen to it, nothing but happiness radiating from their moving lips if the heat was to be excluded. Then, as three seconds stretched to who knows how many, the snow was picked up by an impatient wind that pushed them harder, longer and a lot more aggressive with each movement of their lips, each grab with their hands, each little nip with their teeth.
Before long, it was a full fledged blizzard with Dick pressed into the door-frame with Wally covering him like a thick blanket to protect him from the outside world, their tongues hiding out in the safety of the other's mouth to keep warm from the storm raging beyond their lips.
Instead of the clean, metallic tinge, the ebony felt the most amazing of things against his taste buds; Wally's favorite triple cheese meat-lovers barbeque ranch taco-salad pizza. The taste was enough to make him shudder at the memory, desperately grasping at the neck of the auburn's sweater to get him closer, the flavor taking him far from every problem the world had ever faced him with. The bunny once in the pale fingers had scampered away to hide his face in the concrete of the floor, completely forgotten by now.
"Ff… Dick," Wally murmured gently into the heated mouth, pressing a little harder into the acrobat to combat the growing knot in his stomach, his smile unmissable now, the same with the blush to his cheeks.
Hearing his name, the sixteen year old blushed harder, desperately depending on the press to his hips to keep from collapsing from the dizziness that swam his mind like mermaids from an oil spill, groaning happily at it. So caught up in the feeling, he failed to miss hearing the twinkle of the mistletoe, only noticing as Wally pulled back from him, a halting hand resting gently to the covered shoulder.
"U… uhn," Dick felt his knees give out, sliding down the frame with a loopy grin and a blush hot enough to cook another dinner from scratch.
When he realized Wally had pulled back, he realized he was facing the consequence of the magical decoration, trembling in a bit of fear. The auburn didn't seem at all angry though, instead kneeling beside him and picking up the bunny, holding it close as he rested his head to the acrobat's shoulder, feeling the navy eyes on the object in his hands.
"I'm sorry, KF," the ebony apologized anyway, smiling slightly at the little bunny, his world still spinning circles around him as the speedster's taste remained.
He earned a laugh, so charming and sweet, before the bunny was placed into his hands and an arm bound around his shoulders. Dick was confused, but he tossed and turned it over in his grip, eyes lighting up happily at the sight of it.
"Reminds me of Jack a little," he sheepishly murmured, tracing the H slowly with nostalgia glinting out of his features brightly.
Wally internally cheered for his success, leaning up a little and pressing his lips to the hidden temple of the bird, holding his lips there for a long moment.
"If I knew you had a pre-Christmas that amazing for me, I would've actually gone out and got you something a lot better," he assured the civvied hero of his lack of anger, "Now, I understand you promised me Christmas dinner. I just had the desert. Where's the rest of it, babe?"
Wally straightened up at the darkening flush on those beautiful cheeks, laughing again at how shy Dick seemed to get, looking down at the bunny as if it was the best thing he had ever seen. When he straightened, the acrobat hugged the teen sharply, hiding his smile against the broad shoulder before pulling Wally after him, ignoring the suggestive look Bart shook them with a playful little wink.
"Shut it, Bart," he shyly laughed, still blushing, "Don't make me ban you from the dinner."
The brunette paled, swiftly darting back in with a cry of, "YOU FIEND! TRY AND SEPARATE ME FROM MY LOVE!"
When the older two boys peeked in, both laughed to see Bart sprawled out on Jaime's lap with an arm full of food protectively held to his chest, the poor Hispanic holding an expression that showed he was trying so hard not to shove the speedster straight into the mashed potatoes to get him to move.
They all gathered at the table, just the four of them until the rest of the team began to pour in, League members included as plates began to fill and conversation flooded, the snow out the window so gentle and crisp leaving nothing but the soft twinkle of the mistletoe in the distant background of their conversations calling out for its next lucky guests.
And now I feel better because none of that was prompted. This was me winging it. F.J.'s inside and she's kicking up a shitstorm! Loving this! Review if you want, Merry December, babies!
-F.J. III