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Errands.

Certain types of girls had certain interests in lanky dudes.

Wally considered himself a smooth talker (because, well, look at him. He was smoking!), and managed to woo many people with his charm. A lot of people said he was happy-go-lucky, and maybe even a bit of an idiot, but hey, someone had to be the class clown, right? Superboy was like their own little Batman – brooding, serious, and – really? The guy was overwhelmed with many of his emotions, proven from the whole Mister Twister incident and…well, in general.

It was a good idea not to get the big lug angry. Kaldur held seriousness with a different approach, and most of the time, Wally viewed him like the older brother he never had. M'gann was hot. Like, seriously hot. Then there was Robin. Despite the fact they'd known each other for years, he still didn't know the identity of the little guy, and it was a question his mind ran through at least once a day.

Well, when getting girls, it wasn't much of a problem. In M'gann's case, his competitors were obvious: the brooding, loner bad boy (but that was like, pedophiliac, wasn't it? Supes was only twenty-weeks-old!), and the gentle, calm boy-next-door. Wally had a theory he could get any girl he wanted, and he had some pretty badass qualities himself. Supes may have been a bad boy, but hey! He could run circles around that kid, any time, any place. A smile working on the faces of Kaldur or Superboy was like the possibility of seeing a…a…a Martian eclipse!

But he, oh, Wally smiled all the time. Catching a smile with him made the girls who knew him jump and squeal with delight. Given in Robin's defense, the kid probably picked up girls his age, but Wally definitely was champion.

Because of that arrogance and a little bit of irritation, Wally—not donning the Kid Flash outfit—found himself in Gotham City, testing out his theory right after school thanks to his uncle-slash-mentor. With an unceremonious halt, Uncle Barry had stopped the speedster, assigning him the odd errand to "buy chips" from Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne! The billion-dollar playboy himself! How on earth could one refuse an offer like that?

Then again… "A mansion at the top of a hill. How hard is it to find a mansion at the top of a freaking hill?" A groan escaped the lips of one Wallace West, and he looked around with much disdain where very few kids his age littered the streets of Gotham City. He pulled out a wrinkled paper, which he crumpled the moment Barry handed it to him in excitement of meeting the celebrity playboy of Wayne Industries.

A little tattered from jumbling around in Wally's clothes, the paper revealed a proper address, but the nitty-gritty hustle-and-bustle of Gotham made Central City topple over in fear and the ink faded. Policemen were tense, gunshots could be heard in broad daylight—damn, Robin and Batman definitely had their hands full. Much respect was given to the pair, and Wally admittedly shivered when he changed into civilian clothes, taken off guard by a disturbing laugh in the background.

Goggles replacing the empty space where his little sliver of confusion used to be, Wally walked the streets of Gotham, having been asked twice already (well, more like yelled, frisked, and demanded of) why he wasn't still in school. Hmm, speaking of school, right after visiting Mr. Wayne, he would have to go to some dark alley and see if Robby was there.

Distraught from walking in circles for at least two minutes now, the speedster heaved a heavy sigh and settled on a merry-go-round. It wasn't that he couldn't go all Kid Flash and run through the city, but the chances of running into Batman kinda crept him out—despecially without Boy Wonder at his side. Robin would write a long book one day. Wally grinned. He could just see it now – HALLOWEEN EVERY DAY. A LIFE WITH THE BAT.

Hmm. He wondered if Batman could sparkle.

Then shivered, concluding it was one thought his psyche wasn't prepared for.

RIIIIIIIING.

Wally jumped three feet in the air, ready for combat before falling over when little kids that barely went up to his knee ran about and rudely shoved him off the merry-go-round.

"You little—!" Pssh, he saved little kids every day and still, he didn't get any respect. Wally harrumphed, arms folding angrily as he pouted like a child to the kindergartners. A string of pretty words was ready to leave his lips, ready to lift one of the little buggers over his head and throw them out yelling, 'I'm the king of the castle, losers!' when a high-pitched scream caught his attention.

"You big meanie!"

"Huh? OW!" Wally dropped the little dolly he'd been holding with one hand the moment its sassy owner kicked him in the shin. She grabbed the ugly little thing, and Wally made a mental note to spook her the next time he was in Batman's territory. Shaking off such a sissy kick, the teenager sped without thinking to the west wing of the school, where the elementary school stuff lacked, replaced with academics and a bicycle rack.

Wait, the school was attached? Hmm, now that the thought was there, he did remember Barry saying Gotham had well-educated people. Oh, the irony. Once he caught the source of the scream, it was so obvious that the kid speedster had to roll his eyes. A bunch of freshmen harassing a school of middleschoolers—or, more specifically, kids who used to be the big guy on campus that were now small fries. Same story, same situation.

A group of three hung by the fountain, one on his bum, while the other two were obviously girls. There were two other guys, highschoolers that were probably only an inch or two shorter than Wally himself, and the latter felt his stomach lurched. God, when were school bullies gonna learn? Like a bad rerun of Leave it to Beaver (Or, you know, a really really good one), the freshman with acne breaking across his nose lifted the boy up by his ankles and began shaking him. The girls startled screaming, the boy looked like he was about to vomit, and Wally "accidentally" pulled out his trusty leg when the pair made a run in his direction.

Mischievous grin spreading across the teenager's lips, he snickered, quick to reveal himself with an elegant bow from behind the building before immediately grabbing the stolen money, what appeared to be a makeup bag (well, come on. What kind of thug powdered his nose?) and—Wally froze.

"Oh, ew." He pulled his hand away, feeling absolutely violated as he backed away, disgusted. The two moronic kids moaned, but it was obvious they wouldn't be getting up for a while.

"That was a really bad fall!"

"Tree's fallen, but the tent's still there." To prove his point, Wally rubbed the disgusting warmth from his hand. Who the hell wanted to touch a boner? Suddenly grinning, he remembered his time and place, turning around to the two girls, who immediately backed away with identical expressions. Oh, middle school girls~ They fell for any high school guy they could see! "I take it the makeup bag belongs to one of you?"

"Y…yeah," stammered the one with blond hair. A deep blush ran across her face, and she held her hands out with a loud, nervous giggle. Yup, Wally was just that amazing. "My name's Dani. With an 'I'. This is, uh, Veronica, and that one's Dick."

Veronica, Dani, and…Dick. Dani was the one with blond hair, and Veronica had to be the one with brown hair, because Dick could so not be a girl's name. Flashing another smile, Wally looked between the pair of girls before his eyes landed in the middle, where – whoa.

Pretty blue eyes. Wally blinked, feeling like he was seeing a ghost of Robin himself. Almost. A boyish grin rested across the other boy's face, glimmering like the twinkles in his bright blue eyes. Unlike Robin, whose black hair was an organized mess, the shorter's face was prim and proper. For a kid looking no more than thirteen, this kid dressed in fancy-schmancy clothes. Hollister? American Eagle? Then—hmm, back on those eyes…

"Are you gonna stare at me all day?" The small boy said, voice cracking with the first sign of puberty, and held a hand out. "Or are you gonna introduce yourself? Dick Grayson."

"Wally West." Wait, did his suave, super sexy voice just crack too? Pull yourself together, West! The more he tried to keep his sanity, the less the redhead teen seemed to have a grapple on his own emotions. Granted, Grayson appeared as one of those scrawny little kids without anything interesting—if it was anything else.

Dick appeared to have a lean build, muscles forming from some type of sport, but his size put him at a disadvantage, which was how the fresh meat must have gotten to him. But damn, those legs were long, slender, and in about ten years, that butt was gonna be firm.

Before Wally had the chance to make an idiot of himself yet again, he snapped out of his thoughts with a boyish grin of his own and shook hands with the younger boy. Dick beamed and—wow, what a smile—Wally wiggled his eyebrows back before handing him the money. Veronica and Dani giggled again before whispering something in the dark-haired boy's ears. Dick hunched over, ears turning bright pink before regaining a playful demeanor.

"You're from Central City, right?"

Whoa. "Good guess. What makes you think that?"

A perfect smile spread across Dick's face as he took a step forward and gestured to Wally's windbreaker. "You're wearing a pin that says so."

"Oh. Well, yeah." Wally scratched his head, impish grin curtsying across his lips. "I'm running an errand for my uncle, gotta meet up with Bruce Way—oh, crap!"

"What?" Dani flashed a look of concern, immediately hovering over a disgruntled Dick.

"I lost the paper with the damn address! Uncle Barry's gonna have a conniption!" A groan escaped the lips of one distressed redhead, but the trio appeared unfazed. Dick's eyebrows rose under his hairline in surprise, and again, Dani and Veronica shared a loud giggle.

"Mr. Wayne, right?" Veronica squealed with delight and violently shook the little guy's arm. "You know who this is, right? Dick's Mr. Wayne's adopted son!"

"Totally!"

"I can take you to go see Bruce," Dick assured. He smiled goofily and gestured to some random street. "If you don't mind walking."

"Oh God, yes." On cue, the tallest teenager checked his phone and noticed the text message from his mentor, who was probably asking why the heck he was taking so long. Well, if someone didn't scare the balls off of him and would rip him to shreds the moment KF made his unceremonious appearance, maybe it wouldn't take this long! On the bright side… He looked at both girls, who were obviously a lot taller than Dick himself. At least he got to meet some girls who totally found him hot. Theory proven? Oh, heck yes.

"Bye, Dick." Veronica waved to the petite boy, all smiles, before both she and her friend kissed Wally on his cheeks. "Thanks so much for stopping those bullies, Wally. You're so cool."

"Thanks." Wally flashed a silly grin, and with one last giggle, Veronica and Dani were off, leaving Dick and he in silence. Man, girls were so cute.

"You ready to go?"

"Hmm? Yeah. Man, I'm starved." Wally looked back to Dick, eyes scrutinizing the petite boy as they began a path along the sidewalk.

Dick laughed, and…wow. Just that laugh…it was really, really…tingly. "It's this way. Bruce'll probably have some snacks for you. Nothing promised."

Hm. Bruce Wayne, and… wait. He was that Dick Grayson? The hinge to Wally's jaw seemingly broke with shock, and he trotted after Dick like a little puppy. Or, he thought more jokingly, a giant golden retriever following its five-year-old owner. If Dick suddenly noticed something off kilter with him, then he didn't show it, and Wally decided best to bring a different subject in the light. "You're such a pimp. How does a pipsqueak like you score two babes like those?"

"Dani and Ronny?" Dick shrugged and awkwardly scratched his arm. Wally's breath hitched, and he looked into starry blue eyes, throat going dry because seriously. They were just that pretty. "They're classmates of mine, and those guys were just being jerks. We're not that close."

"So you're single?" Whoa, Walls. Keep that head in your pants.

"Who says you gotta be either single or dating?" The dark-haired teenager shrugged nonchalantly without batting an eyelash. "You're either dating or not dating. Let's just say I'm not cootied. Though, I could totally be cootying if I wanted to—Cootying with me would be awesome."

"Oh, puh-lease." There was something about this kid Wally liked. He laughed and nudged the boy in his arm. "I bet you've never kissed anyone."

"Oh, I've kissed someone." A matching demeanor spread across Dick's face, making Wally feel more like he was with the Boy Wonder than he already did. "I've kissed your mom."

"Very funny." And it kinda was. Maybe it was just the lighting or something, or those eyes were just seriously getting to him, but Wally found himself smitten. Who cared if he couldn't find Wayne Industries by himself, Dick was kinda cool. Okay. Really cool. "So you tried fending off against those punks by yourself, eh? Just a regular Boy Wonder, now aren't you?"

They came to a halt, but apparently Dick found something funny in that. Mirth shimmered in his complexion, and Wally felt tingly again. Dick had fair, perfect skin, and his eyes were as big as an owl's at night. He reminded the redhead of a porcelain doll with long eyelashes and an airbrushed blush that looked natural. "Something like that."

"That is what Gotham City's known for, isn't it?" Excitement almost blinding his better judgment, Wally jumped in front of Dick as slow as he possibly could—which was fast in apparent time. In his opinion, anyway. "The Dark Knight and his sidek—partner?"

A slender black eyebrow cocked in the air, and the black-haired teenager's demeanor fluttered into indifference once more. "Mostly the Batman. The Flash comes from Central City though, right?"

"Yup. He's totally cool—but man, he's no Kid Flash." Who was he if he didn't get to embellish a little? "The Flash totally wins in a race with Superman. I can vouch for that."

"I bet the Bat is smarter than Superman."

"I bet the Bat is smarter than Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Ooh," and Dick cringed, creating a hiccup in their fast-paced rhythm. "I think I can vouch for that one."

They shared a mutual laugh, and Wally reminded himself not to let his guard down too much. Under the mischievous streak of one Dick Grayson, the kid held a mischievous allure that made his entire body want to burst with excitement. He knew he had a tendency to think with his emotions rather than his brain, and often it got him into trouble. Need he be reminded of the Kobra incident?

So instead, Wally restrained himself, the scowl of one dark cowl seriously raping his mind. And…ugh, Batman raping him sounded painful. And must have involved a lot of leather. Hm, was Batman the kinky type? Sidetracked, Dick apparently took the initiative for the both of them and continued their conversation in the miniscule second Wally was thinking. "Why do you need to see Bruce?"

"For my Uncle Barry." Wally shrugged, not missing the next beat as he looked through his pockets and then his phone. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he shoved it back in a pocket before Dick hopefully didn't notice. "He, uh, is a friend of Bruce Wayne, I'm guessing. Just told me to run up to Gotham City and pick something up for him."

"'Run up'?" Dick leaned forward, eyes shimmering with a trait all too familiar with Wally, but he couldn't place where he'd seen it before. "What do you mean by 'run up'? Your uncle would just send his nephew all the way from Kansas to meet Bruce Wayne, unsupervised?"

Oh, crap. "Uh, I mean, I've been staying here for a while. With a relative or something, you know?" Then… "How do you know I'm from Kansas?"

"I'm good in geography."

"Right." Deciding the answer was crap, and concluding that little problem wasn't worth it, Wally could only shiver at the message given to his phone: Where are you? Batman texted him. Well, Bats texting him was a little bit more than funny (he liked to think Boy Wonder was standing next to a chalkboard and teaching his mentor via board how to text. That, after all, would be most epic.), but even just in text, the Dark Knight was more than scary.

Their walk ended up silent for the most part, but that fact had gone unnoticed by the redhead. Instead, the speedster worried a little – it was a quarter to four, and by now everyone would be at Mount Justice awaiting exciting orders from Batman, or Black Canary would be training them. Did anyone else on the team notice the way her boobs jiggled when she kicked? Seriously!

If Dick noticed he was currently facing inner turmoil, he didn't mention it. "Alright, we're here."

Wayne Industries turned out to be the tallest building in Gotham City. "Your father works here?"

"He owns it. Duh." There was little maturity in the way Grayson spoke. Instead, the younger teenager smirked and walked into the building, going past security without having to be checked. Wally, on the other hand, was not as lucky.

"Hold it, kid."

"Yeah?" Wally looked up to the man—er, woman—only a few inches taller than him. The detector went off, irritatingly reciting a high-pitched beep that the speedster thought was a little bit too much, even if the Wayne Fortune was world-famous. "It could be talking about the foil wrappers on my candy bars, and—"

"Empty your pockets."

"Right. Sure." So, there went his house key, three pennies, Aunt Iris's coin pouch, his bus pass (what the hell was he carrying a bus pass for?), three aluminum-foil candy bar wrappers, four aluminum-foil, still-wrapped candies, and—oh, shit. His goggles. Staring at his goggles, Wally nervously bit his lip and looked to Dick, who looked absolutely amused that he was emptying his pockets of some very important items. Quickly he dumped them in a bin and went through the security alarm yet again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP –

"Take your shoes off."

"Can't you just, like, scan me—"

"No. Take your shoes off." Well, weren't we strict? An unfavorable pout spread across the speedster's face and he took his shoes off before going through the detector once again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP –

"Dammit!"

Ten minutes later found Wally drawing the line in getting out of his boxers and Dick childishly rolling on the floor, laughing. The elder teenager blushed, humiliated, but he wasn't going to let it show. Finally, with just a shred of dignity left and a yelp when the inspector dropped a cold finger between skin and the elastic of his boxers, the speedster slapped her hand away, hurriedly dressed, and nearly super-sped toward the elevator, ultimately leaving Dick behind. Wally looked in both directions before quickly putting his shoes on. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Rob and Bats must have seriously gotten tired of protecting Bruce Wayne if the security was so tight.

"You're a fast runner."

"OH MY GOD DON'T DO THAT." The redhead jumped in the air for the second (well, third) time that afternoon, head spinning in chaos as he gathered his psyche and caught his breath. Where the hell did Dick learn how to Robin-pop out of every freaking direction?

The smaller teenager laughed, and the feeling swelled in Wally's chest once again. He panted, overreaction lost as he watched Dick laugh like a small kid before laughing himself. There were a few things, yes, Wally had contemplated once getting to know this kid. Like Robin, Dick had thick black hair, but it was common in the League. Captain Marvel had it, Superman had it, Wonder Woman had it—and, eh. Black hair and blue eyes were cool, but how many people got to dress up like a leprechaun for St. Patrick's Day?

With a hyperactive demeanor, Robin took well to the adrenaline of crime fighting, and Batman's approval was a must-have. Dick, though…man, having a father like Bruce Wayne must have been easy. Wally relished this fact, remembering all the news he'd heard about the man. Dick must have been spoiled or something.

A bit of rationality returning, Wally flashed a smile while Dick pressed a button on the elevator, and puffed his chest out. "You like what you see?"

The boy grinned, and Wally wondered faintly if at thirteen he, too, was as intelligent as Dick. Probably not. Definitely not like Robin. "I think I saw your pubes."

"Well. Now you know my red hair is natural." Wally harrumphed and ran a hand through said hair. "Oh. And at least I have pubes."

The door dinged, and they stepped out the elevator onto the top floor of Wayne Industries. Wally looked back and forth between hallways, intimidated by the mass of the building. It was nothing like Uncle Barry's lab. Less explosives. Or more, considering what Wayne Industries built and all. A large door awaited them only four feet from the elevator made of glass. Bruce Wayne sat at the far side of the floor, head lowered in what appeared to be a mass of paper work, and there was no hesitation as Dick opened the door and let himself in, Wally following.

"Bruce. You've got a visitor."

And, wow. For a moment, the boy speedster forgot there was absolutely no blood relation between one Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne, even if they had the freaky black-hair-and-blue-eyes thing working for 'em. Bruce Wayne looked absolutely sexy, especially when he looked up, eyes filled with some curiosity, and an underbelly of something else. He smiled gently, maybe even a little cluelessly (which was kind of adorable and made Wally's pants tighten) to Wally. To Wally, of all people!

If Dick turned out to look anything like his adopted father in twenty years, then it was twenty years worth waiting for. Most definitely.

Then the strangest thing happened. Wally felt a shift in Dick, who appeared quite nervous when that playboy grin disappeared, replaced with an intimidating glower that almost made Wally pee his pants. Boy was he in the right of mind when deciding to wear two pairs of underwear that day. Or any underwear at all.

Why on earth was he getting a glare like that? Dick shifted, undeterred by a menacing leer, and arched an eyebrow. "Bruce, this is Wally. He says his Uncle told him to run an errand for you."

"I see." And with that, the sudden anger washed away, replaced with a much nicer look. "Barry is your uncle?"

"Yupsirree." Wally nervously smiled, looking back and forth between both Bruce and Dick, where the pair shared a silent conversation. He waited for a milli-moment, eyes checking out everything possible about Bruce Wayne. The man was easy on the eyes, luster in his orbs, but an undeniable hint of strictness in his tone, most likely to commandeer his ward's antics. Ward? The speedster froze in his thoughts. What part of his mind suddenly dubbed Dick as Mr. Wayne's ward?

"Dick, will you leave us alone?"

"Are you gonna kill him?'

"Mm." Oh, yes. That smile was just utterly delectable, and Wally was sure by now he was simply drooling at Bruce Wayne's analyzing, sexy manner. "We'll see. Why don't you run off with your…little friends? I'll dismiss Wally once I'm done?"

"Alright." What?

Suddenly downcast, Wally pouted and turned his head to an all-too amused Dick Grayson. He looked down to the shrimp, noticing immediately the younger's goofy little smile, and couldn't believe it. "Will I get to see you again?"

Suddenly the redhead was reminded of earlier, when the two girls whispered and giggled into Dick's ears, and immediately the dark-haired teenager's cheekbones brushed with a light pink, apparently taken aback by something Wally'd done. Well, he later contemplated, he'd always been a little forward when making friends. Shifting uncomfortably between both feet, the middleschooler cracked a short laugh and offered a hand. "We'll see. Bye, Wally."

"Bye." Once the door shut behind them, Wally returned his attention to an undaunted Mr. Wayne, whose smile did not quake. Still, the speedster gulped, feeling less surreptitious than his wit normally carried. "So, um. Is this where I get the third degree from the overprotective 'Pops'?"

xxxxx

The lesson of the week for Robin was 'patience.'

According to his royal highness, because of his affiliation with the team, parts of his personality were beginning to spike again—certain parts that were making the whole 'secret-identity' thing not so secret. Well, what did Batman expect? Dick grumbled to himself, ironically brooding like the caped crusader himself behind his thick glasses. While the three-foot fall from bully-to-ground wasn't that big, it was the overall idea that he, Dick Grayson, was supposed to play weakling for ditsy Bruce-freaking-Wayne.

Sadly, no matter how he insisted on griping, orders were orders, and Bruce was Bruce. Dick lamented, quickly passing the gates of the Wayne Manor as the begrudging feeling tugged at the bottom of his heart, torn between a smile and a frown across his lips.

Duping Wally? Totally cool. For like, two seconds-to-three hours if it was a practical joke.

Seeing how Wally acted, outside the business with Young Justice like a normal kid? Not just a normal kid, but one who thought Dick was just another person on the street, and with no doubt, Wally felt their connection. Keeping up the act that Dick didn't know Wally was hard work, especially creating a persona like this! Suddenly a laugh escaped his lips, free from the restraint Dick forced in fear the speedster would recognize who he was.

Obviously, the friendship between Dick Grayson and Wally West would have to be clipped before it got too far—especially if later down the road, Dick would get Bruce's approval to reveal who he really was. "Hi, Alfred."

"Master Richard," greeted the butler without batting an eyelash. "Trouble in school?"

"I had to pretend to be wimpy, all so the big guy wouldn't get on my case about secret identities." Dick threw his backpack to the chair and swung his legs above the table. "Me! Wimpy? Do you know of anything more absurd than that?"

"Not at all." A ghost of a smile spread across Alfred's face, and he went about the kitchen before whipping up what Dick assumed would be his ice cream sundae. "Anything else bothering you, Master Richard?"

"Not…really." Though he was thinly reminded of all the sitcoms where the butler was part of the family like an uncle or something. Aside from Bruce, Alfred was family. "Nothing I can't handle. Just…KF."

The look that abashed Wally's abnormally large ego that afternoon surprised the Boy Wonder. With no doubt, just seeing how Wally acted in a typical fashion away from the masks was…interesting. Obviously the quirk and charm was still there, along with a few minor blemishes Dick couldn't help but point out. Wally was hopeless!

However.

Kaldur was most likely more sympathetic to Dick's paranoia of a secret identity, and although M'gann was a little ditsy herself, she was understanding. Superboy…oh, Superboy either didn't give a damn or he didn't know how to give a damn. Wally was more relatable, because they came from the same background: human mentor and a kid who had the coolest job in the world, but Wally often had the mindset of a seven-year-old child, even as Kid Flash, and 'Uncle Barry' had no qualms for him.

How did Kid manage it? How did he manage to stay sane in such gruesome situations?

Just as Alfred set the obnoxious bowl of ice cream on the table, Dick's communicator began to ring. He flipped a switch, and immediately his freckled best friend appeared on the other side, cheerful grin on his face.

"Hey, Boy Wonder. Roamin' your part of town. How about you and I meet up in some dark alleyway and then up to the Hideout?"

Hm, he also had a few texts from Kaldur beckoning him to the hideout. Might as well. Dick flashed a grin, a strange tingly feeling spreading in the tips of his fingers. "Why not? I'll meet you by the harbor."

"Kay-kay."

Dick grabbed his things for the weekend and stood to his feet with much excitement. Alfred arched a knowing eyebrow. "Leaving, Master Richard?"

"Yup. Uh, leave the ice cream. I think I know a guy who'll eat it." With another laugh, Dick quickly changed out of the clothes Wally would no doubt recognize him in and made the trip to the harbor, promising to meet in the first 'dark alleyway' he could find.

"Dude! You brought me ice cream! Score!"

"Yeah, it's a little melted—"

"Is that caramel and nougat? I love you!" Before Dick had the chance to blink, Wally swept the ice cream from the shorter teenager's grasp and in a flash (he so did not just make a corny joke. Did he?), all of it was gone, vanished in a quenched redhead's stomach. Wally hummed, hand patting his trim belly, and through his shaded glasses, Dick let out a light laugh, rethinking his earlier statement while Wally relished his sundae.

"You're awfully happy today," chirped Dick. No—not Dick. Around his team mates, he was Robin, even without the 'R' on his chest.

"Yeah." Suddenly the expression across Wally's face changed, and the gleam in his freckles made Robin's chest feel funny. "You ready to get going?"

"Always." What? Why couldn't he look Wally in the eye after…that?

"We're not gonna, you know, walk all the way to Mount Justice, are we?"

"Not all of us have super speed, West." Robin smirked slightly, head held high as he poked a finger to his best friend's chest. Wally's green eyes fluttered with curiosity, then immediate mischief. "Whoa! Hey—put me down!"

"Now we all do."

The dark-haired teenager caught his breath, expression twisted into much irritation, but that lopsided smile never disappeared from the speedster's face. As a gust of wind hit the Gotham protégé, he shut his eyes from the impact while Wally went on about how awesome he was. Per usual.

He wondered faintly, what Wally was thinking of, when that look appeared across his face. You know, the one that was normally reserved for M'gann?

xxxxx

Author's Note:

I could say I expected a lot from the first chapter, but there really isn't. It just underlines a couple points that'll be poked later in the story. Anyway, I just wanted to kick off things and write a multi-chapter story with the adventures of KF and Robin from when they fall in love to what happens afterward. :D Reviews would be nice!