{Young Justice} But If You Try Sometimes
Title: But If You Try Sometimes
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 2293
Rating: PG-15
Author Notes: what is this i don't even
Summary: For this prompt on the YJ_anon_meme: Stemming from personal experience; whenever I get sleepy or drunk, my Filipino accent comes out because I grew up with it before moving to the States.
Taking from that, Dick's Romanian accent comes out when he's tired.
Wally reacts with, "FFFFFFFFFFF, ACCENT. OHHHHH GOD, SAY MORE THINGS."
&Since Dick was raised by The Goddamn Batman, he can speak Romanian fluently.
Take this where you will, anon.
Sweet Romanian whispers of nothingness?
Wally demanding that he speak/beg in Romanian when he goes down on him?
Robin muttered something into Wally's shoulder.
“Sorry, what was that?” Wally asked, having heard “africklemumgle.”
Robin tilted his head until his mouth was clear. “Said 'm tired.”
Except there was a...a runny edge to the words. More than a slur, it was almost...”Dude, do you have an accent?”
Robin immediately sat up and coughed. “Not anymore, sorry, guess I'm worse than I thought.”
“You totally have an accent!” Wally cheered. “Where's it from?”
Robin sighed, because he couldn't get out of it now. “Everywhere,” he said, slumping back onto his friend's shoulder.
Wally poked him. “No seriously, where?”
Wally couldn't see his friend's face, but he didn't need to to know he was rolling his eyes. “No, seriously, everywhere.”
“Fine, then, don't tell me,” Wally sulked, which shifted his arm which shifted his shoulder which shifted Robin. The boy grumped about it, but resettled.
Wally shifted again.
“Al right, all right, jeez. Just stop moving. It really is from a bit of everywhere; my first language was Romani.”
“'s that like, Gypsy-talk or something?”
“No, it's like Romani.”
“But...”
Robin sighed. “It's the language of the People.” Wally didn't know how to touch that one, so he just sat there, until Robin continued, “I...I still have an uncle. He taught me the language. Still talks to me in it.”
“Say something?”
“Something.” Wally shifted again, and Robin eeped. “No, bring my pillow back! Fine, okay!” Wally settled expectantly. Robin opened his mouth, stopped, then said, “What should I say?”
He pushed off of Kid Flash in order to turn a bit, a sat up facing him on the sofa. “I guess...Droboy tume Romale.”
“Whazzat mean?” Wally asked, leaning a bit closer.
“It's a greeting. Like, 'what's up,' only not.”
“I like it,” Wally said. “It's pretty.”
Robin grimaced. “It's rusty, is what it is. Haven't spoken it in a while. Too busy learning others.”
Wally blinked. “You speak...wait, okay, you trained with Bats, of course you speak different languages.”
“愚かではない,” Robin said, stretching his arms over his head. Then, with a wicked little smile, he added, “時々.”
Wally frowned. “Toki...okiedokey? What?”
“Means you're right. I was agreeing with you.” But the smile was still there, and Wally made a mental note to type that phrase through a translator later. If he remembered it.
“That's...” He wanted to say hot but, “cool. Very cool.” came out instead. “How many languages to you speak?”
“Enough,” Robin shrugged. “Algunas. No estoy diciendo,” he singsonged.
“Dammit, you have got to stop that,” Wally said. “You already...and I...and just stop, okay?”
Robin's smile immediately vanished. “Sorry. I'll stick to English. What's wrong?”
Wally slumped back into the cushions and turned away. “Never mind.”
Robin got up and sat down on the other side of the couch, in Wally's new line of sight. “Dude. What's up?”
“It's really nothing,” Wally said, and turned his head the other way.
“It's really not,” Robin countered, moving around the couch again. “Tell me what's wrong.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
And Wally just lost it, because, really, he has no defenses against niceness. “Because you're the problem, is why! I just can't...I don't even know anymore.”
Robin started approaching critical levels of worry. “I'm the problem? What did I do? I mean, something I said? Something I did? Gotta help me out here a bit, dude.”
“Fine.” Wally said, and moved, pinning Robin down, with his hands holding Robin's above his head. “You're already all I can think about. You already pop up in my dreams, all my dreams. Apparently, my type is small, thin, black-haired and smart, which is weird, 'cause before I met you I really liked blonds. And the stretching and the acrobatics, and the ninja stuff, and the hacking. And now you even have an accent! And are fluent in like, a gajillion languages. You have to be doing it on purpose, 'cause even you couldn't hit all my buttons on accident like this.”
Wally blurred away again, only to appear on the far side of the room. “I know you were trained by the world's greatest detective and all, so you couldn't have missed this.” He made a vague gesture with his hand, apparently meant to illustrate 'this giant inappropriate crush and obsession I have.' “And I can take a lot. I mean, I've dealt with all sorts of lunatics and suffered a lot of shit, but I'm not a masochist. So if you're just teasing me, or if you're trying to find my breaking point, then congrats. You succeeded.”
“Say what?” Robin asked, voice approaching soprano range. “You-I mean, this can't be happening. Because seriously? Are you serious? Seriously serious? Like, for real?”
“Yeah, yeah, let's all make fun of the straight guy with the gay crush. Thanks, Dick. I thought you had more respect for me than that.” He turned to leave.
He didn't get to the door, because there was suddenly a very strong arm across his shoulders, pushing his back into the wall. “Dude,” Robin breathed. “If I knew that it would only take an accent to get you in my pants, I would have done it ages ago.” He dropped his arm and leaned in. “I've been trying to get you to 'break' like this for months.” His hands tangled in Wally's shirt, and he waited.
Wally swallowed, because stuff like this never happened in real life. You crushed and angsted from afar, and then they got a girlfriend, and you angsted, and then they got married, and you angsted, and if you ever did confess, then they don't like you back and friendship-go-bye-bye. Because life sucks, especially as a teenager, especially as a superhero, and especially especially as a teenage superhero.
Wally had learned that you never get what you want.
So he couldn't be getting this. He couldn't get Robin.
Experimentally, he reached up between them, and tugged gently at the edge of Robin's mask.
This, of course, did nothing. Well, it did get Robin to back away, and dammit, Wally knew it was too good to be true, knew it was just some sick joke--
Robin finished peeling his mask off, and then tossed it aside. Then he hit the button in the collar to release his cape, and leaned right back in.
Wally swallowed hard.
Okay, he thought, okay, I can do this it's just a kiss I can do this--
But he couldn't, because Robin, no, Dick was right there, leaning in and brushing their mouths together, and then snaking his hands up around Wally's neck. One continued to his hair, and the other hooked his head, pulling him in closer, deeper.
--and Wally couldn't do it, couldn't because it was Dick, it was Robin, and he'd better have been telling the truth about wanting this, because Wally sure as hell wasn't going to stop now.
Dick broke away to breathe, and Wally took that as permission to attack his neck, right where the cape's collar usually sat. “Wally...” Dick breathed. And then “Komi, komi, Wally,” and Wally inadvertently bit down a bit.
Dick eeped a bit and arched up. Wally pushed out from the wall and spun them around to put Dick's back against the wall instead. “Talk,” he growled, swiping his tongue up the skin he could reach.
“T-te pabaren mange memelia,” Dick stuttered, and “Wala kuacha,” and, “Пожалуйста,” and “Wally, Wally, Wally....”
“So not fair,” Wally told Dick's collarbone, and moved up to kiss him some more.
And now Wally was stuck, because he really liked kissing Dick, but he also really liked the language that had been pouring out of his friend's mouth. Things like, “seulement à toi,” and “esperando tanto tiempo, Wally,” and that mewling noise, and okay, so Wally had it bad.
But he also had an idea that would not interfere with those phrases, the words Wally didn't understand, but were liquid and lilting and harsh and deep and high and varied.
And through it all, the only constant between so many languages was, “Wally.”
“You are so going to be the death of me,” Wally said, and pushed the button in the middle of Robin's utility belt. Dick breathed laughter at him as the maneuver succeeded in doing absolutely nothing.
Wally frowned, rested his forehead on Dick's shoulder, and pushed the button again. Again, nothing happened.
Dick reached down and slipped his fingers behind the belt buckle, pressing the button again. This time, there was a click as his belt fell to the floor.
“Gonna kill me,” Wally reiterated to the soft skin in front of his face.
“Gonna be a helluva ride first, though,” Dick said in English, but in English with that gorgeous slurry way with the high-low shifts.
Wally shuddered and attacked again, determined to taste the inside of Dick's bottom lip. Dick laughed and let him.
And it didn't take Wally long to find the edge of his friend's pants, or tights, or leggings, or it didn't really matter what they were. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and he distracted Dick with a bite and a lick on his shoulder.
“Nzu-zuri sana,” Dick gasped, and damn but Wally was going to leave a mark if it took him all night. “Ndiyo, zaidi, Wall-Wally...”
And from that point, it was a simple matter of acting out one of his recent dreams, except this was actually real. Really actual.
“Para de pensar, Wally, just st-stop thinking, Wally, Wally oh...”
Wally bit into the skin he was sucking on, outlining the pretty purple with angry red. Dick squirmed, but not to get away.
And Dick was using his own hands in highly distracting ways, but not using his leverage. Dick was letting Wally keep him pinned to the wall, which was cause for Wally to travel up his neck to an ear, keeping pressure and motion with his one hand, the other holding one hip firmly.
“Tell me,” he said, only it came out gruff and deep. “Talk to me, Dick.”
“おねがい, por favor, tafadhali, Wally, stop taking your sweet time and ебать меня, Wally, just...!”
Dick's voice went high and high and low, and he was arching and pressing and demanding, and Wally gave as best he could, and then gave more.
“Wally,” Dick says, voice sliding back down the register. And then he started speaking, with the lilting, chanting way of a poem long memorized, “Dat méngero, so hínyas ándo nébo,/mulínan te sa phénen ke hílo svéto tro ímeno...”
And that was enough to tip Wally over the edge, squeezing a bit too hard and bringing Dick with him.
Wally let his head fall onto Dick's shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe. “Dammit, Dick,” he said when he could. “Gonna kill me, I swear.”
The was a puff of laughter against Wally's ear as Dick turned his head a bit. Then he raised one arm, and poked Wally in the ear.
“Dude!” Wally protested weakly, turning his own back to the wall and sliding down it.
Dick slid down too, inspecting his shoulder and the large hickey there. It was mostly circular, with very striking colors, especially against Dick's pale skin. Wally eyed the mark, shrugged and said, "Something to remember me by.”
The laugh had more substance this time. “Don't think I'm going to forget that in a hurry.”
“Mm,” Wally contributed.
“We should probably talk about this,” Dick continued.
“Sure,” Wally agreed, and laid his head on Dick's shoulder.
Dick shifted a bit, and Wally suddenly had the sensation of deja vu. This was exactly how it'd started, only in reverse. But Dick was pulling wetwipes from the belt beside him, and Wally knew better than to ask why or how or even paranoid, much?
He passed one to Wally, who made a few halfhearted swipes with it.
“What was that you were reciting?” he asked instead, and summoned enough energy to move them both to the couch.
“S'a prayer,” Dick answered absentmindedly, settling into his new location. “Many variations, but that's the one I learned.”
He started again, slow and low, and it made Wally shiver. “...Dikérmen dur bengéstar i léger méndar slábo.” Dick finished, and smiled.
Wally wanted to reciprocate, wanted to say something awesome or fluid or song-like, but he only knew a few phrases in a few languages. He knew, “I love you,” but that's...that's not what this was. He was only eighteen, for goodness' sake. Dick was only sixteen.
“What is this?” he wondered out loud.
He wasn't sure if Dick would understand what he was asking, but the boy stretched, yawned, and said, “This is...us. Whatever that is.”
But Wally would have to get up soon, to finish his homework before school tomorrow, so he could patrol later that evening, so he could talk to the Flash, so so so. “How long can this last?” He wasn't trying to be pessimistic, honest, but they would have to set boundaries, or.... Just or.
“As long as we can stand each other?” Dick answered sleepily, tucking himself in over Wally like a living blanket.
But Wally had to know, “Or forever?”
Dick laughed. “Sure. Whichever comes first.”
~@~
Most all of the Romani came from here: http://www2.arnes.si/~eusmith/Romany/index.html
Other bits come from Google Translate, or personal fluency.
Breaks down like so:
Droboy tume Romale == Standard greeting (Romani, No Specified Dialect)
愚かではない 時々 == [You're] not stupid. (Orokade wa nai) Sometimes. (Tokidoki) (Japanese)
Algunas. No estoy diciendo! == Some/a few. I'm not telling! (Spanish)
Komi == More (Romani, derived from Greek)
te pabaren mange memelia == May you burn candles for me (Romani, Amaya dialect)
Wala kuacha == Don't stop (Swahili)
Пожалуйста == Please (Russian)
seulement à toi == Only yours (French)
esperando tanto tiempo == [I've] been waiting a long time. (Spanish)
Nzuri sana == So good (Swahili)
Ndiyo, zaidi == Yes, more (Swahili)
Para de pensar == Stop thinking (Spanish)
おねがい, por favor, tafadhali == please (onegai), please, please (Japanese/Spanish/Swahili)
ебать меня == Fuck me (Russian)
And the prayer is a version of the Lord's Prayer, from the Po Romane Dialect of Romani. The full version, and a few others, can be found here: http://www.christusrex.org/www1/pater/JPN-rom-sinte.html
*(I know Japanese wasn't listed and Chinese was, but I'm familiar enough with Japanese to proof it, so it got used instead, sorry! Also, I forgot German. *headdesk*)
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 2293
Rating: PG-15
Author Notes: what is this i don't even
Summary: For this prompt on the YJ_anon_meme: Stemming from personal experience; whenever I get sleepy or drunk, my Filipino accent comes out because I grew up with it before moving to the States.
Taking from that, Dick's Romanian accent comes out when he's tired.
Wally reacts with, "FFFFFFFFFFF, ACCENT. OHHHHH GOD, SAY MORE THINGS."
&Since Dick was raised by The Goddamn Batman, he can speak Romanian fluently.
Take this where you will, anon.
Sweet Romanian whispers of nothingness?
Wally demanding that he speak/beg in Romanian when he goes down on him?
Robin muttered something into Wally's shoulder.
“Sorry, what was that?” Wally asked, having heard “africklemumgle.”
Robin tilted his head until his mouth was clear. “Said 'm tired.”
Except there was a...a runny edge to the words. More than a slur, it was almost...”Dude, do you have an accent?”
Robin immediately sat up and coughed. “Not anymore, sorry, guess I'm worse than I thought.”
“You totally have an accent!” Wally cheered. “Where's it from?”
Robin sighed, because he couldn't get out of it now. “Everywhere,” he said, slumping back onto his friend's shoulder.
Wally poked him. “No seriously, where?”
Wally couldn't see his friend's face, but he didn't need to to know he was rolling his eyes. “No, seriously, everywhere.”
“Fine, then, don't tell me,” Wally sulked, which shifted his arm which shifted his shoulder which shifted Robin. The boy grumped about it, but resettled.
Wally shifted again.
“Al right, all right, jeez. Just stop moving. It really is from a bit of everywhere; my first language was Romani.”
“'s that like, Gypsy-talk or something?”
“No, it's like Romani.”
“But...”
Robin sighed. “It's the language of the People.” Wally didn't know how to touch that one, so he just sat there, until Robin continued, “I...I still have an uncle. He taught me the language. Still talks to me in it.”
“Say something?”
“Something.” Wally shifted again, and Robin eeped. “No, bring my pillow back! Fine, okay!” Wally settled expectantly. Robin opened his mouth, stopped, then said, “What should I say?”
He pushed off of Kid Flash in order to turn a bit, a sat up facing him on the sofa. “I guess...Droboy tume Romale.”
“Whazzat mean?” Wally asked, leaning a bit closer.
“It's a greeting. Like, 'what's up,' only not.”
“I like it,” Wally said. “It's pretty.”
Robin grimaced. “It's rusty, is what it is. Haven't spoken it in a while. Too busy learning others.”
Wally blinked. “You speak...wait, okay, you trained with Bats, of course you speak different languages.”
“愚かではない,” Robin said, stretching his arms over his head. Then, with a wicked little smile, he added, “時々.”
Wally frowned. “Toki...okiedokey? What?”
“Means you're right. I was agreeing with you.” But the smile was still there, and Wally made a mental note to type that phrase through a translator later. If he remembered it.
“That's...” He wanted to say hot but, “cool. Very cool.” came out instead. “How many languages to you speak?”
“Enough,” Robin shrugged. “Algunas. No estoy diciendo,” he singsonged.
“Dammit, you have got to stop that,” Wally said. “You already...and I...and just stop, okay?”
Robin's smile immediately vanished. “Sorry. I'll stick to English. What's wrong?”
Wally slumped back into the cushions and turned away. “Never mind.”
Robin got up and sat down on the other side of the couch, in Wally's new line of sight. “Dude. What's up?”
“It's really nothing,” Wally said, and turned his head the other way.
“It's really not,” Robin countered, moving around the couch again. “Tell me what's wrong.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
And Wally just lost it, because, really, he has no defenses against niceness. “Because you're the problem, is why! I just can't...I don't even know anymore.”
Robin started approaching critical levels of worry. “I'm the problem? What did I do? I mean, something I said? Something I did? Gotta help me out here a bit, dude.”
“Fine.” Wally said, and moved, pinning Robin down, with his hands holding Robin's above his head. “You're already all I can think about. You already pop up in my dreams, all my dreams. Apparently, my type is small, thin, black-haired and smart, which is weird, 'cause before I met you I really liked blonds. And the stretching and the acrobatics, and the ninja stuff, and the hacking. And now you even have an accent! And are fluent in like, a gajillion languages. You have to be doing it on purpose, 'cause even you couldn't hit all my buttons on accident like this.”
Wally blurred away again, only to appear on the far side of the room. “I know you were trained by the world's greatest detective and all, so you couldn't have missed this.” He made a vague gesture with his hand, apparently meant to illustrate 'this giant inappropriate crush and obsession I have.' “And I can take a lot. I mean, I've dealt with all sorts of lunatics and suffered a lot of shit, but I'm not a masochist. So if you're just teasing me, or if you're trying to find my breaking point, then congrats. You succeeded.”
“Say what?” Robin asked, voice approaching soprano range. “You-I mean, this can't be happening. Because seriously? Are you serious? Seriously serious? Like, for real?”
“Yeah, yeah, let's all make fun of the straight guy with the gay crush. Thanks, Dick. I thought you had more respect for me than that.” He turned to leave.
He didn't get to the door, because there was suddenly a very strong arm across his shoulders, pushing his back into the wall. “Dude,” Robin breathed. “If I knew that it would only take an accent to get you in my pants, I would have done it ages ago.” He dropped his arm and leaned in. “I've been trying to get you to 'break' like this for months.” His hands tangled in Wally's shirt, and he waited.
Wally swallowed, because stuff like this never happened in real life. You crushed and angsted from afar, and then they got a girlfriend, and you angsted, and then they got married, and you angsted, and if you ever did confess, then they don't like you back and friendship-go-bye-bye. Because life sucks, especially as a teenager, especially as a superhero, and especially especially as a teenage superhero.
Wally had learned that you never get what you want.
So he couldn't be getting this. He couldn't get Robin.
Experimentally, he reached up between them, and tugged gently at the edge of Robin's mask.
This, of course, did nothing. Well, it did get Robin to back away, and dammit, Wally knew it was too good to be true, knew it was just some sick joke--
Robin finished peeling his mask off, and then tossed it aside. Then he hit the button in the collar to release his cape, and leaned right back in.
Wally swallowed hard.
Okay, he thought, okay, I can do this it's just a kiss I can do this--
But he couldn't, because Robin, no, Dick was right there, leaning in and brushing their mouths together, and then snaking his hands up around Wally's neck. One continued to his hair, and the other hooked his head, pulling him in closer, deeper.
--and Wally couldn't do it, couldn't because it was Dick, it was Robin, and he'd better have been telling the truth about wanting this, because Wally sure as hell wasn't going to stop now.
Dick broke away to breathe, and Wally took that as permission to attack his neck, right where the cape's collar usually sat. “Wally...” Dick breathed. And then “Komi, komi, Wally,” and Wally inadvertently bit down a bit.
Dick eeped a bit and arched up. Wally pushed out from the wall and spun them around to put Dick's back against the wall instead. “Talk,” he growled, swiping his tongue up the skin he could reach.
“T-te pabaren mange memelia,” Dick stuttered, and “Wala kuacha,” and, “Пожалуйста,” and “Wally, Wally, Wally....”
“So not fair,” Wally told Dick's collarbone, and moved up to kiss him some more.
And now Wally was stuck, because he really liked kissing Dick, but he also really liked the language that had been pouring out of his friend's mouth. Things like, “seulement à toi,” and “esperando tanto tiempo, Wally,” and that mewling noise, and okay, so Wally had it bad.
But he also had an idea that would not interfere with those phrases, the words Wally didn't understand, but were liquid and lilting and harsh and deep and high and varied.
And through it all, the only constant between so many languages was, “Wally.”
“You are so going to be the death of me,” Wally said, and pushed the button in the middle of Robin's utility belt. Dick breathed laughter at him as the maneuver succeeded in doing absolutely nothing.
Wally frowned, rested his forehead on Dick's shoulder, and pushed the button again. Again, nothing happened.
Dick reached down and slipped his fingers behind the belt buckle, pressing the button again. This time, there was a click as his belt fell to the floor.
“Gonna kill me,” Wally reiterated to the soft skin in front of his face.
“Gonna be a helluva ride first, though,” Dick said in English, but in English with that gorgeous slurry way with the high-low shifts.
Wally shuddered and attacked again, determined to taste the inside of Dick's bottom lip. Dick laughed and let him.
And it didn't take Wally long to find the edge of his friend's pants, or tights, or leggings, or it didn't really matter what they were. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and he distracted Dick with a bite and a lick on his shoulder.
“Nzu-zuri sana,” Dick gasped, and damn but Wally was going to leave a mark if it took him all night. “Ndiyo, zaidi, Wall-Wally...”
And from that point, it was a simple matter of acting out one of his recent dreams, except this was actually real. Really actual.
“Para de pensar, Wally, just st-stop thinking, Wally, Wally oh...”
Wally bit into the skin he was sucking on, outlining the pretty purple with angry red. Dick squirmed, but not to get away.
And Dick was using his own hands in highly distracting ways, but not using his leverage. Dick was letting Wally keep him pinned to the wall, which was cause for Wally to travel up his neck to an ear, keeping pressure and motion with his one hand, the other holding one hip firmly.
“Tell me,” he said, only it came out gruff and deep. “Talk to me, Dick.”
“おねがい, por favor, tafadhali, Wally, stop taking your sweet time and ебать меня, Wally, just...!”
Dick's voice went high and high and low, and he was arching and pressing and demanding, and Wally gave as best he could, and then gave more.
“Wally,” Dick says, voice sliding back down the register. And then he started speaking, with the lilting, chanting way of a poem long memorized, “Dat méngero, so hínyas ándo nébo,/mulínan te sa phénen ke hílo svéto tro ímeno...”
And that was enough to tip Wally over the edge, squeezing a bit too hard and bringing Dick with him.
Wally let his head fall onto Dick's shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe. “Dammit, Dick,” he said when he could. “Gonna kill me, I swear.”
The was a puff of laughter against Wally's ear as Dick turned his head a bit. Then he raised one arm, and poked Wally in the ear.
“Dude!” Wally protested weakly, turning his own back to the wall and sliding down it.
Dick slid down too, inspecting his shoulder and the large hickey there. It was mostly circular, with very striking colors, especially against Dick's pale skin. Wally eyed the mark, shrugged and said, "Something to remember me by.”
The laugh had more substance this time. “Don't think I'm going to forget that in a hurry.”
“Mm,” Wally contributed.
“We should probably talk about this,” Dick continued.
“Sure,” Wally agreed, and laid his head on Dick's shoulder.
Dick shifted a bit, and Wally suddenly had the sensation of deja vu. This was exactly how it'd started, only in reverse. But Dick was pulling wetwipes from the belt beside him, and Wally knew better than to ask why or how or even paranoid, much?
He passed one to Wally, who made a few halfhearted swipes with it.
“What was that you were reciting?” he asked instead, and summoned enough energy to move them both to the couch.
“S'a prayer,” Dick answered absentmindedly, settling into his new location. “Many variations, but that's the one I learned.”
He started again, slow and low, and it made Wally shiver. “...Dikérmen dur bengéstar i léger méndar slábo.” Dick finished, and smiled.
Wally wanted to reciprocate, wanted to say something awesome or fluid or song-like, but he only knew a few phrases in a few languages. He knew, “I love you,” but that's...that's not what this was. He was only eighteen, for goodness' sake. Dick was only sixteen.
“What is this?” he wondered out loud.
He wasn't sure if Dick would understand what he was asking, but the boy stretched, yawned, and said, “This is...us. Whatever that is.”
But Wally would have to get up soon, to finish his homework before school tomorrow, so he could patrol later that evening, so he could talk to the Flash, so so so. “How long can this last?” He wasn't trying to be pessimistic, honest, but they would have to set boundaries, or.... Just or.
“As long as we can stand each other?” Dick answered sleepily, tucking himself in over Wally like a living blanket.
But Wally had to know, “Or forever?”
Dick laughed. “Sure. Whichever comes first.”
~@~
Most all of the Romani came from here: http://www2.arnes.si/~eusmith/Romany/index.html
Other bits come from Google Translate, or personal fluency.
Breaks down like so:
Droboy tume Romale == Standard greeting (Romani, No Specified Dialect)
愚かではない 時々 == [You're] not stupid. (Orokade wa nai) Sometimes. (Tokidoki) (Japanese)
Algunas. No estoy diciendo! == Some/a few. I'm not telling! (Spanish)
Komi == More (Romani, derived from Greek)
te pabaren mange memelia == May you burn candles for me (Romani, Amaya dialect)
Wala kuacha == Don't stop (Swahili)
Пожалуйста == Please (Russian)
seulement à toi == Only yours (French)
esperando tanto tiempo == [I've] been waiting a long time. (Spanish)
Nzuri sana == So good (Swahili)
Ndiyo, zaidi == Yes, more (Swahili)
Para de pensar == Stop thinking (Spanish)
おねがい, por favor, tafadhali == please (onegai), please, please (Japanese/Spanish/Swahili)
ебать меня == Fuck me (Russian)
And the prayer is a version of the Lord's Prayer, from the Po Romane Dialect of Romani. The full version, and a few others, can be found here: http://www.christusrex.org/www1/pater/JPN-rom-sinte.html
*(I know Japanese wasn't listed and Chinese was, but I'm familiar enough with Japanese to proof it, so it got used instead, sorry! Also, I forgot German. *headdesk*)