Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Wally and Dick
Wally and Dick never planned to be this way with each other. They never planned on being this way with anyone really, figuring they’d be stuck hopelessly dateless until the end of time, but at least have their best friend to hang out with at the end of the day. Dick and Wally thought they we’re supposed to be those two guys who made fun of all the lovesick cutesy couples not those two guys that made up a lovesick cutesy couple.
It was this attitude of embarrassment towards their unfathomably uncool and childish pleasure in their new relationship that caused them to hide from their friends in and out of both their lives. No one could make fun of them if they didn’t know they we’re together so the boys hid their random smiles, kisses, and other general types of glomping one another throughout their honeymoon period.
On the team, they we’re so reserved about their emotions that Megan even thought they’d had a fight.
The couple reaches the end of an entire month hiding their relationship this way. Wally played with his new shooter for a month before he received every achievement and learned every mod and became promptly bored. Dick joined the Mathletes for a month before quitting after winning a obnoxiously large trophy. Since a one month period is the time-frame of interest in everything Wally or Dick do, their relationship takes one month before it is physically impossible to continue on in the same way as before.
Therefore, it is on the one month anniversary of the tactical genius and the overzealous speedster that their plan to spice up the relationship is born.
Robin explains the plan in big, bright letters on the dry erase board at the back of the bowling alley the couple has made into their secret meeting place.
“Why does the plan need visuals, Dick?” Wally whines when his boyfriend erases all of his doodle depictions of the zombie apocalypse to make room.
“Because one, you’re a terrible artist and-”.
“I’m a beautiful artist!”
“And two, this is a multifaceted plan and you’re a visual learner.” Wally sighs then because, as much as he misses his gory drawings, Dick has a point. Wally tends to daze off whenever multifaceted plans are explained without visuals. The corners of the redhead’s lips curl up.
“Aw, Dick, you know me so well! That means you love me.”
“Shut up!” Dick sticks out his tongue. For the sake of staying focused, Wally doesn’t reach out to steal the snaked appendage into a French kiss. “Rule one of my plan-”
“You can’t start explaining without naming the plan, Dick.” Dick rolls his eyes as he reaches for Wally’s discarded white jacket. He uses its sleeves to wipe away a red marker stream of oozing zombie eyes in order to write a title on the top of the board .
“How about ‘Batman Worthy Mind Game’?”
“Uh…how do I help name the plan if I have no idea what we’re doing yet?” For this comment, Wally receives three markers to the face in quick succession.
“You’re the one who wants a title so badly, dude.” Wally holds up his hands in mock retreat.
“Just call it whatever it is! I don’t care anymore now that it’s causing me bodily harm.”
“You could have zoomed out of the way,” Dick reminds him. Wally shrugs. Dick writes ‘Hiding in Plain Sight’ in box letters, keeping one zombie eye at the end of the title beside the word ‘sight’. Wally smiles bemusedly.
“Okay, here it goes,” Dick says as he uncaps a blue marker. “Our goal,” he writes this part on the board in the new color, “is to screw with other people’s heads.”
“Cool,” Wally breathes.
“Only the members of the team can be toyed with though; we’ve got to keep things simple.” Dick scrawls ‘TEAM ONLY’ below the first bullet point.
“What about Roy?” Dick taps the tip of the marker against his chin. He turns to Wally and catches the color thrown to him. It’s a fresh red. The teen adds a caret and writes in ‘ROY’.
Wally steals the marker back and draws a picture of their friend with an arrow lodging into head. Wally shades in the rivulets of blood from the exit wound diligently as his boyfriend continues explaining the plan.
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‘Love drunk = not love drunk’ is written below the pool of Roy’s blood.
“Wally, you know how we are always really careful about showing too much intimacy on the team?” Wally nods at this more easily. “Well, what would happen if we didn’t do that?”
“Uh…the team would know we’re dating?”
“Right. But, the team, they trust us.”
“Sure. I am the beacon of trustworthiness here, Dick Grayson. Hey, did you ever tell Daddy that I kno--” Dick doesn’t have an extra marker to throw. He flicks Wally with his index finger instead.
“Ow.” Wally rubs his neck.
“Because the team trusts us, they won’t assume we’re hiding a secret relationship at first. It will take time for them to debate if they're imagining the changes between us or not.” Dick places these points on the whiteboard.
“I think I get it. We’re going to give ‘em fuel for their suspicions and then turn around and pretend like nothing happened?”
“You have a beautiful mind, Mr. West.”
“It’s Dr. West,” Wally corrects absentmindedly.
“I am never going to call you that.”
“Fine. Dr. West-Grayson. Jeez!”
“…”
“What?”
“Why the shit would your last name be in front?”
“Because I’m the oldest!” Wally leaves off the ‘duh’ as his tone makes its presence obvious.
“That’s not how marriage works, numb-nuts.”
“How would you know? You’re not married.”
“Neither are you!” Dick huffs. Wally laughs at his grouchiness and gives him a quick apologetic peck.
“Who are we going to target first?” Wally asks. Dick relaxes and suddenly notices his marker stained fingers. He fishes up Wally’s jacket from the floor and wipes off his hands. Wally cocks an eyebrow.
“Tie-dying that for me, bro?”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Dick says. He waits a beat. “A tighter one.” Wally gulps and sputters dumbly. When the younger teen finishes cleaning his hands, he answers Wally’s first question.
“Everyone on the team and,” his eyes flick to Roy’s bloody destruction, “our good friend Roy will see some general extra touching or lingering glances or double entendre conversations.”
Dick contemplates whether to try writing down notes on the whiteboard again. Dick, seeing nothing to clean up with afterwards besides the already dirty jacket, gives up on his note taking. Writing on the board seems disrespectful of Roy’s imminent death from blood loss anyways.
Dick gives a glance at the clock on the wall. He has to wrap this up soon if he and Wally are going to make their date.
“We’re going to pick different teammates one at a time to give an extra special and entirely anvilicious treat. The first one to call us on our dirty little secret afterwards wins the truth.”
“Sounds like fun, Dick,” Wally says as he starts packing up their things to leave. “So,” Wally asks on the way out the door, “who do you think will figure out we’re dating first, Rob?”
“Are you going to make a bet or something?”
“Sure. Pick your choice on the count of three,” Wally says. It’s an old speedster trick that Dick has faced on numerous occasions. Dick hasn’t found a way to beat the tactic yet.
“Oneandtwoandthree: ROY!” Wally rapidly shouts. The redhead chuckles and throws an arm across his boyfriend’s shoulders. “I’m so going to win,” he says.
Dick’s only response is a grumpy scowl.
“Let's screw with Megan first,” Wally adds as they enter the parking lot.
“Okay, sure....” Dick gives Wally a sideways glance. “As long as you promise to never put the words 'screw' and 'Megan' in the same sentence again.”
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A/N: And that's all for today.
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Also, you have noooo idea how happy I am to have read this! New favorite ongoing fic. Seriously.
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I can't take you seriously because I'm not a serious person. ;9
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DAY. MADE. SO. CUTE.
"Dr. West-Grayson", indeed.
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Maybe I'll randomly change my name to that.
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I don't have a chapter today so here's a note from Wally's journal:
Kid Flash's 'How to Make Soggy Cookies' guide!
1: Make cookies (don't ask Megan for help; Alfred is preferred, but Aunt Iris can be substituted)
2: Give one to Kaldur
3: Tell him it's a specially made WATERPROOF cookie
4: Tell him that you're doing another experiment. Does eating while swimming give you a stomach ache for reals?
5: Laugh at Aqualad's soggy cookie. hahaha.
6: Run when Kal tries to cram the wet mess down your shirt.
7: Blame Robin.
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