Pairings:
DickxWally, with mentions of WallyxArt

Summary:
Dick's in a coma, but Wally's at his bedside, not ready to give up, not ready to leave his best friend.

Rating:
T for references.

AN:
Giving 100% dialogue ficcing (should be a word) a go.

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"Dick, I don't know if you can hear this, but it's Wally. You probably knew that. I'd like to think that you'd recognize my voice after seven years of being best friends. If you didn't, though, don't worry – Alfred said you'd be a bit fuzzy when you woke up. And since you're not even awake... Well, yeah. You get it.

"We had another mission today – they get weirder and weirder for me each time, but the others seem to be adjusting to it. I had a nasty scratch down my leg but I'm pretty sure it's healed now. Wait, let me check. Yup. Totally gone.

"I wish you had my sped-up mitosis thing. I know you can't see, but there's a cut on your arm and the blood is seeping through the bandage. I'll tell Alfy on my way out, okay?

"He's worried about you. Batman's frowning even more, too. I didn't even think that was possible – if I hadn't seen photos of playboy millionaire—I did quote-unquote finger things for those two words—Bruce Wayne then I would've thought a smile would make his face crack in half. If you really are out of it and I'm just casually talking to myself, then I'mma save that for later. I hope you'll laugh. I miss that.

"Anyway, the mission. Those guys are getting on my nerves. Red Arrow's all like 'Ooh, look at me! I can hack stuff and be amazing!' and Artemis is doing that ninja-fighting and M'gann only calls the psychic role for five now. Superboy doesn't even look for your heat signature anymore. Kaldur's found a way to get around the bare patch when he plans stuff.

"I'm not saying this to bum you out, dude. It's just... How could they get over you so easily? How could they just go 'Rob's in a coma,' and move on? Sure, our first fight without you blowed and we nearly got our asses kicked... It's not cool. I don't want them to forget you. I don't know how long you're going to be like this, and I don't want you to be a stranger to the Team when you do come back.

"That's the other thing – people correcting my 'when' with 'if'. You're not going to leave me, Dick. Not after all of this. You stuck with me after I nearly died when Susan Beckisfield totally shot me down, and I rose like a phoenix from the ashes, right? You're going to get through this.

"Right?

"There's so much I don't know right now. For example, I don't know if you can feel me holding your hand. I am, by the way. Or if this is the last talk we'll ever have. It won't be, because you're going to make it, but there's something about the Wayne Manor that brings out the pessimist in me. Ugh, why does a house so cool have to have such a horrible air?

"So I'm going to talk precautions. I'm going to tell you everything. Just in case.

"First, I lost my virginity to Artemis. I never got a chance to tell you because it was super-embarrassing and awkward and I didn't know how to word that little... tale. It's one of the many reasons we broke up, actually – Blondie just couldn't handle the weirdness. Also, she said 'YOLO' to me. It was only once, mind you. Still tragic. I guess you knew the first part anyway – just thought I'd say it to erase all doubt.

"I use hairspray. There. I said it. Gels and waxes get too greasy and stiff, so I use this conditioning spray that leaves it touchable yet well-held. Sue me.

"Amy Jones and Art. That's it. The girls I've kissed. You kept making little eyebrow hints with that chick at Roy's party a couple of months ago but nothing had happened. She just wanted to know if you were single. I said no. Two reasons: she was twenty-one and you're seventeen and no. Hell no. Plus, she smelled of cigarette smoke. 'nuff said.

"And, uh, second... This is gonna be awkward. Like, even worse than when Art joked about me being 'too fast' right before I, um, put it in. I need you to know, though. I have a—oh, crap, how do I say this?—a... crush. That's not really the right one, but it'll do. And it's on a guy. You, actually.

"Don't feel pressured. I know it's a fair bit to think about – I didn't even know I wasn't exactly straight until those feelings I got for, say, Jennifer applied to you. I'm not gay. I think I'm bi. Actually, screw that – I'm not going to bother you with the queries of my orientation.

"Holy- Did you just squeeze my hand? Or did I just imagine that?

"You did it again. That's not just a twitch, right? Okay, one for yes, two for no. The sky is blue? Leaves are yellow? M'gann is blonde? Yes! I have to tell everyone. This is awesome! I can't believe it! You-"

"Master Wallace, Master Bruce wishes to inform you that your time is up. Not that I wish to drag you away from your friend, however I must replace his wrappings for the night."

"Alfred, he moved! He squeezed my hand! He answered questions – one for yes, two for no!"

"That is amazing, Master Wallace. I will be sure to let Master Bruce know."

"Stuff that – I'm gonna tell him now! See ya, Alfred – bye, Dick."

"Excuse my sigh, Master Dick. I do like him. He is a burst of fresh air even if he can barely stay in the same place for longer than a second. He really is quite thrilled, Master Dick. I pray that you make it."