"Oh, I forgot to tell you, he met up with me in New York." Dick told Wally, completely changing the subject as he stopped to look at some street vendor's watches.
"Who did?" Wally asked.
"Roy."
"He did?!" Wally was irritated that Roy hadn't bothered to contact him since some incident in Taipei.
"He did what?" Dick inquired, his voice sounding a bit dreamy.
"Meet up with you in New York?"
"Who did?" Dick's voice was really off now, from the effort of trying not to laugh.
"Roy..." Wally growled out.
"What Roy?"
Wally facepalmed as Dick lifted up a watch to examine it. The thirteen year old then randomly asked, "Can you stand on your head?"
Wally stood off to the side grumbling about Cheshire cats while Dick purchased a gold colored watch, but the speedster glanced towards his friend as he heard the British lady ringing him up say, "You make a cute couple."
Predictably, Dick grumpily told her, "We're not a couple."
Robin had been hanging around in the dark rafters of the Cave for about an hour, observing the comings and goings of the team, and a few mentors. Leaning against one of the rafters with one leg hanging off the edge, he'd been texting Barbara when Ollie and Dinah passed right below him. He had a bad feeling about what they might be talking about.
Earlier that week:
After a mission debrief following an assignment that ran late into the night, the team had showered and headed straight to bed...well, maybe not everyone, but that was Wally's fault.
Robin had been going into his room when Wally grabbed his arm, telling him, "Dude, need your help, now."
"What?"
"Tech support, come on."
And that is how he'd found himself typing away on Wally's computer, uninstalling a virus that had latched onto the software.
He sighed. "Did you go on any websites you shouldn't have?"
"Well you see, that's quite a broad plane we're talking about, with many different ideas on a variety of websites that might or might not be classified as one a person 'shouldn't have gone on' -"
"Geez Wally." Dick cut him off, before he went on like a politician about it. Yawning, he shoved the computer at the redhead, declaring it virus free.
"Hey, I need to borrow a shirt, all I have is my jacket."
"Dude, you seriously need to start keeping more clothes here."
"Whatever." Dick pulled on a tank top that said 'HARVARD LAW - just kidding', and was about to leave when Wally said, "One quick game of Mario Kart."
"No."
"Come on."
"Why would we play Mario Kart, we just got off a mission and it's 3am."
"Please?"
"No."
"Afraid I'll win?"
"As if."
"Loser buys Wendy's next time."
"..."
"..."
"...You're on."
He hopped onto Wally's bed, lying on his stomach and naturally owning the game...until 5 hours later, when Dick woke up and realized he'd fallen asleep. He hated it when that happened. Shoving Wally off the bed so he could get out, Dick went to exit the room. Just as he was opening the door to leave and grumbling to Wally, "You need to stay on your side, and quit stealing my pillow," he met...
"Uh, hey BC."
Scowling at the terrible timing, he listened in to conversation going on below him in low voices.
"I don't know, but he left Wally's room after spending the night - he came out looking very tousled, wearing one of Wally's shirts and complaining about Wally stealing his pillow, so..."
Ollie picked up where she trailed off, "So that doesn't mean we jump to conclusions, Dinah - hasn't Wally always gone for girls? And surely Batman would know if anything was going on, I mean, come on. For the most part, I think it's safe to say that -" he was cut off as a shout rang from the ceiling, "We-are-not-a-couple!"
"Ow, ow...okay, take off your shoes."
Dick was at Barry's house, trying to teach Wally, who had a dance coming up, to..well, dance.
Well why not ask his parents, or Aunt or Uncle?
"Because," Wally explained to Dick, who'd asked him the same question, "I told my mom and dad I already know how because they were going to put me in lessons, Aunt Iris sprained her ankle, and it would be extremely weird to ask my uncle to teach me to dance."
"Well if we're gonna do this, the first concept you'd better grasp is dance space - the constantly maintained space between you and your formal partner. Now while you might be going cheek to cheek with some chick, don't even think about pulling a stunt like that here, cause your cheek will be meeting my knuckles in a very unfriendly fashion." Dick had replied, arms crossed in an annoyed manner - oh, the things he does for this idiot.
So after having his toes trod on for the fifth time, the thirteen year old ordered that Wally's shoes be removed.
"You make it look so easy!" Wally complained.
"It's called grace - actually, its in the last name, so of course I make it look easy. Besides, I've been dancing since I was three."
"You told me you didn't learn to ballroom dance till you were 12, and forced to learn."
"That's true, but I mean other dance. I've traveled all over Europe, seen many different cultures. My mom and dad both loved watching new types of dance, and learning it themselves just for fun; I'd pick up on the ones I liked. Dad was best at traditional Romani dance, and so was mom..." Dick trailed off lost in thought, then mumbled, "but not one thing on Earth could match her grace. She was amazing."
Snapping out of it, he said, "Try the waltz again, and don't lunge! You lead.."
Barry, who was on the phone with Iris, walked past the living room where his nephew was being taught to dance...
"Don't look at your feet!"
Laughter.
"Don't make eye contact either, or we'll both laugh!"
"You know, you're not a very good teacher." Wally said in a matter-o-fact tone.
"At least I'm a sexy teacher," a remark which sent them both cracking up.
Whispering into his phone, Barry asked his wife, "Um, are they, you know, dating? Isn't Dick a bit...young?"
Sharp ears heard Barry's comment as he passed, and Dick shouted to the ceiling in vexation, "WE ARE NOT A COUPLE!"
Black Canary knocked on the door of Robin's bedroom at the Cave, receiving a distracted "Yeees?" in response.
"Robin, it's Dinah."
"Door's unlocked."
Upon entering the room, Dinah saw Robin, who was lying upside down on his bed, head hanging off the edge and causing his hair to stand on end.
He was reciting numbers under his breath while playing cat's cradle.
Clearing her throat, Dinah informed him, "Special training session at 5 today, I want everyone to be there."
He seemed to have spaced out, but after a moment, sort of nodded his head and replied, "Ya, ya, I'll be there..."
She was about to leave when something at the end of the bed caught her attention.
"Are those...Wally's jeans?"
It took a few moments to get an answer.
"Hm? Oh, yes. They are in fact Wally's jeans..."
Robin was completely trailing off, lost in thought and still reciting numbers. Dinah stood in the doorway for another 30 seconds, hoping for an explanation and really not wanting to ask for it.
Suddenly, the thirteen year old clapped his hands together and yelled "34th Street, station 12!", completely ruining his cat's cradle, but thankfully losing his dazed impression.
Instead, he grew very restless, pacing about the room, opening drawers and taking things out, making notes on stickies, drumming his fingers together...
Looking up as if he just noticed that Dinah was in the room, he simply stated, "The idiot never notices anything, so I'm sewing sequins onto them."
She gave him a look that said 'what?'
"His jeans. I was going to do studs but he'd notice them when he sat down, same with beads or those glittery jewel things you rivet on them, so sequins it is." In a low tone, he then muttered, "Let's see him give me a draw 4 card in Uno after this."
Dinah gave him another strange look, but slowly nodded her head as she said, "Okayyyy..."
In a sudden moment of realization of what she must have first suspected, Robin, muttered, "wait, you thought - the pants..oh geez, we're NOT a couple!"
This shoutout goes to AmeliaRoseOswald! Whoo!
I suck at painting my nails.
Wally gave him a Draw 4 Card in Uno (the jerk) so Dick is taking revenge with sequins. XD
Next chapter is final one! (Or is it?)
Thanks and mwuah! ;)