Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“I think his has to be our worst idea yet.”
“What? Why?”
“We’re crawling around in the Justice League’s base. In air ducts.”
Dick paused, contorting his body around to glare at his friend. “What’s wrong with air ducts? They’re a perfectly reasonable means for getting around.”
“Maybe for someone your size,” he muttered, dodging Dick’s half-hearted kick. “But for me? Not so much.”
“Maybe if you lay off on the sweets -”
“Woah - Hey! Are you calling me fat?! I’ll have you know my metabolism -”
“I know all about your metabolism, you dork.”
“Then you know I can’t get fat!”
“Then why are you complaining?”
“Because I’m too tall! I can’t fit in here like you can!”
“Oh, so now we’re back to calling me short?!”
“Well, if the shoe fits -”
“Oh, that’s it.”
Dick twisted around onto his back, kicking back at his laughing friend. Wally expertly dodged most of his attacks, easily blocking those he couldn’t. Eventually he just grabbed one of Dick’s feet, using it to pull Dick toward him. Yelping slightly at the abrupt movement, Dick squirmed as Wally used their positions to attack his ribs, relentlessly tickling the younger boy as Dick squirmed and shrieked with laughter.
By the time the two noticed the sound of protesting metal, it was too late; the duct split at the seams a little a head of them, and the two teens slid out and onto a large table below.
“Owww,” Dick moaned from under Wally.
“Sorry, man,” Wally breathed, moving onto all fours. Dick used the space available to twist onto his side and push himself up onto his forearms.
“We have got to stop getting ourselves into these situations,” Duck mumbled, relaxing as Wally shifted his weight and ran a soothing hand down Dick’s back.
“What situations?”
The two boys froze at the voice. They looked up to see Batman standing before them, eyes narrowed to slits and arms crossed over his chest. The rest of the League was there as well, looking both confused and amused at their sudden guests.
Dick could feel Wally’s panic level rising. The speedster was still firmly in Batman’s 'People I Would Kill If I Had No Morals' book after the whole ‘Mine!’ thing, and Wally had been doing everything in his power to avoid or placate the man. Falling out of an air duct and into an intimate-looking position with his ward during a secret meeting on the League’s super secret base was... bad. Very bad.
Dick groaned in annoyance as Wally scrambled off of both him and the table, resigning himself to an hour of trying to convince Bruce not to kill his best friend.
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