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The tapping became more insistent. “Wally you idiot, open your window before your neighbors see me!”
Wally lifted his head from the pillow it was buried in and turned his neck to look out the window. Robin had on his 'someday this will be my Batman glare but right now I just look pouty, petulant, and adorable' look. “You know how to let yourself in.”
Robin stuck his tongue out, then opened the window with the trick that Wally had been employing for years and climbed in. He shut it behind him, then turned to stare at Wally. “Just assessing how wallowy you're being.”
“Why are you here?”
Robin folded his arms and glared. “You know just because you don't have superspeed anymore doesn't mean you can't help. Zatanna's back at the cave helping to coordinate efforts between those still active in the field. The Flash is out there zooming around on your motorcycle.”
“I am staying right here Rob.”
Robin rolled his eyes and stepped forward, his toe catching on an upturned book. “Wally, why is your textbook on the floor?”
“Tried doing homework. Got frustrated.”
Robin picked the book up and inspected it for bent pages. “Wally, you never get frustrated. Not over homework at least. Try again.”
Wally groaned and slammed his face back into his pillow. “Robin, go away.”
This had the opposite of the desired effect. Robin put the book on Wally's desk and jumped onto his bed, settling down to sit cross-legged on Wally.
“Robin, get off.”
Robin leaned forward, a concerned look on his face. He reached up and peeled off his mask, revealing his blue eyes. “No. Not until you tell me what's wrong, because this can't possibly be all because of losing your superspeed. So spill.”
“No.”
“I'm not going away until you tell me why you're sulking!” Dick sing-songed.
“I'm not sulking.”
“Yes you are.” Dick slid off of Wally's back and rolled around so he was lying next to Wally. He grabbed Wally's head and turned it, forcing him to meet his eyes. “I trust you Wally. Why won't you trust me?”
“You trust me for all the wrong reasons,” Wally answered, and tried to roll away but Dick's grip held firm.
“I'm having a hard time believing that.” Dick grinned. “Just because you've been brought down to normal like the rest of us doesn't mean that you are normal.”
“You... you trust me because we're the same, but we're not.” Wally answered quietly, hesitatingly.
Dick smiled. “No one's the same, they're just less different. Let's try this again. Hello Wally, my secret is Richard Grayson, what's yours?”
Wally bit his lip, and Dick was struck by how vulnerable he looked. He started, stopped, then started again, moving closer and whispering his secret in Dick's ear.
Once Wally had finished whispering, Dick had to refrain from rolling his eyes. “Silly.” He took advantage of their close position and leaned forward, giving Wally a quick, clumsy peck on the lips. “You are the sum of yourself, and I wouldn't have you any other way.” Wally raised two uncertain fingers to his lips, a very surprised look on his face. Dick smiled sheepishly. “That's my other secret.”
Wally returned the smile, shyly. “Mine too.” He raised his hands and cupped Dick's face, wiggling one of them between his head and the pillow. He pulled Dick into a longer, less clumsy kiss.
After he pulled back, Dick held up his mask. “Ready to get back to saving the world?”
Wally smiled. “Uncle Barry's out of a motorcycle.”
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It's just SO CUTE.
Really, I fell for Wally and his frustrations and feeling slow and alone. I lost it when he met Robin, Roy, and Kaldur and had real friends. Just beautiful. And the kiss! Innocent and loving, a great way to end.
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(Or, just a combination of dyslexia and "under-developed" fine motor skills?)
If so, I'd like to hug you. The story cuts close to home and is very well written.
A minor quibble (and I'm hoping you wont take it the wrong way... because I'm only offering up this criticism because I think it's constructive, and because I like the work enough very much and think it's worth critiquing): The ending comes a little quickly, and there's not a whole lot of buildup to the romance, so while I do think it contributes to the story, it comes across as a teeny bit romance-ex-machina-y.
But I really, really like this. Keep up the good work.
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I'm glad you appreciate it so much. School is awful for most people at either end of not normal it seems. Hitting close to home for anyone who's felt so completely different was entirely my intention.
And I totally get where you'e coming from with the romance. I'm awful at romance, I very rarely write them, and this was supposed to be completely gen right up until Robin was sitting on Wally and at that point my inner Robin started demanding that he be allowed a kiss. In hindsight I probably should've gone back and added some hints. I'm also bad at endings, I tend to get close enough to the end and start hurrying to finish. So yeah, totally not taking that the wrong way.
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