Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“Mine.”
You could hear a pin drop in the ensuing silence. Dick’s face flooded with heat, and he was sure his face matched the bottom half of Wally’s costume, his embarrassment not helped by the murderous aura emanating from Batman’s direction. He thought he heard someone snicker behind him and decided right then that he was going to die of mortification. And Wally wasn’t allowed to his funeral.
“Mine,” Wally hissed again, clutching Dick tighter and stepping backwards again. Dick assumed that Barry had taken another step forward, and decided that whatever they were trying wasn’t working. Lifting his head from Wally’s neck (and attempting to ignore the teen’s soft growl and they way his hand shifted to grasp the back of his neck, fingers dipping under the hem of his sweater), Dick glanced over at Batman.
Ignoring the way Bats was attempting to murder Wally with his eyes, he asked, “Where were you trying to take him?”
Never taking his eyes off the young speedster, Batman tilted his head slightly, calculating his options. “... his room would probably be best,” the man eventually replied. “But Robin, if you so much as think he may try to harm you, you are ordered to knock him out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Dick replied, rolling his eyes.
Pulling away from the teen slowly, Dick smiled gently up at Wally, who was watching him, feral eyes annoyed as Dick continued to move away. The arm around his waist moved, the hand sliding over his back until it rested on his hip. Wally’s other hand slid around to the side of his throat, thumb switching between pressing lightly against his pulse and stroking softly down his wind-pipe. Swallowing nervously, Dick reached up to grab the hand around his neck, freezing slightly as Wally’s eyes narrowed and a low rumble made its way up from his chest. Despite his obvious displeasure, Wally allowed Dick to pull away slightly, the red-head’s hand still clutched in his. Dick smiled again, sure he was going to be able to lead Wally back to his room when he, forgetting why he stayed home in the first place, stepped back onto his bad leg.
Dick let out a sharp cry as pain laced through his body. His knees buckled, and just as he was going to crumple to the ground he felt an arm slip under his legs, another around his back as Wally caught him mid-fall.
Suddenly, Dick found himself in another room, being gently laid onto a bed, Wally climbing in with him, hovering over the smaller teen on all fours as Dick caught his breath. The comm link in his ear buzzed to life, Batman (sounding frantic only to Dick) demanding his status and location.
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There was no reply, but when Batman finally entered the room he was calm. Furious, still - but calm. His eye twitched when he saw Dick’s shirt and the way Wally was crouched over the boy, but all he did was take out a white box and put it on Dick’s bedside table.
“There’s a toxin kit in here. When he’s calmed down a bit, prick his finger and put some blood into the analyzer. The data will be sent to my lab, so I can find an antidote from there.” Eyeing the speedster, he asked, “Are you sure you feel comfortable with him here? I could -”
“It’s fine, Batman,” Dick said with a smile, both members of the Dynamic Duo ignoring Wally’s angry growls. “Really.”
Batman hesitated for a second longer, then nodded, sweeping out of the room with one final glare at Wally.
Once the door closed, Wally turned his attention back to Dick, eyeing him critically for - something. Dick wasn’t quite sure what. But whatever it was, Wally must of found it, for he relaxed slightly, nuzzling into Dick’s neck. The Boy Wonder flushed again, but it was ignored by Wally, who flopped over to one side and pulled Dick to him, spooning against him and nuzzling the back of his head.
Dick just sighed and tried not to think too hard about what was happening. Then he squirmed as Wally gently bit the back of his neck.
It was going to be a long night.
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This was the part I most worried about deviating from the prompt. But... I just couldn't help myself.
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