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So, hey, whatever, he was on some TV shows. With cameras. That were taping him. Talking. Saying silly things.
Whatever, right?
Wrong.
"I will regret telling you my real name forever and ever and I hate everything you stand for," Dick mutters darkly when Wally calls him and snickers, "If I told you I love your mask, would you wear it forever?"
"Hey," Wally says merrily from the other end of the line, "It's your fault for not considering that I have access to the internet and Google is basically my cyber cousin."
"It didn't occur to me that you're so interested in me that you'd google my name," Dick hisses, and Alfred appears behind him and offers him a sundae, because Dick looks stressed, and desserts are good for that. There's a bleep on Dick's watch and he pulls up his holo, tells Wally to hang on for a moment. It's a video chat request from Zatanna. Dick grins, slips on some sunglasses, and accepts the chat.
"Hey," he says, in a voice that he hopes is smooth, but probably sounds like he's halfway through puberty because life seems to hate him today.
"Hey, there," Zatanna speaks, and she's got that mischievous look about her and oh god something bad is about to happen he knows it here it comes--"Been on YouTube lately?"
"...Why?" he tries slowly.
"There's this vid going around," Zatanna says, shrugging, and she looks so nonchalant now and he's definitely on the other side of that prefix, because she sends him the link and there's a glint of Zatanna-madness in her eyes and right before he clicks it, she says, "It kind of reminded me of you."
Dick pulls up the link.
INTERVIEW WITH DICK GRAYSON, AGE 9 -- "WHAT IS LOVE?"
And winces.
"What," he says flatly. "No way. How does this remind you of me."
"So, Dick, how would you define love?"
"H-huh? I don't know!"
"Oh, come on, I know you've got to have something to say about it."
"Well... when a Mom tells a Dad, 'you look good in that,' and then, you know, the Dad wears it every day."
"Cute! But what about you, as a kid, how is it defined when someone loves you?"
"Ummm, I guess, it's--it's when someone says your name, and it sounds like it's, well, safe in their mouth."
"'Safe in their mouth?'"
"Yeah... Sure. 'Cause when people call me Richard, they're just like, you know, whatever, but I know Bruce isn't ever mad at me or anything when he calls me Dick. He says it differently."
Zatanna snickers. "He's cute," she says, and Wally, who totally hears everything, sounds like he's just spit out his soda and is cracking up and Dick schools his expression to one of neutrality, tells Zatanna he's kind of on the line with Wally and he'll talk to her later. She smirks, says bye, and the connection is disrupted.
"Hear that, Grayson?" Wally gets out, in between laughs. "You're cute."
"You sent it to Zatanna?"
"Pssht. You wish. I sent it to everyone."
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I think I love you for this. So incredibly adorable!
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Again, again, again thank you so much for the cuteness! *squishes*
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