Every kiss. Every touch.

So slow, yet so worth it.

Wally never thought he'd enjoy taking his time. Oh, sometimes it was frustrating (okay, more than just sometimes), but when he was just holding Dick…his Dick (shut up, Wally knows and makes that joke every other day)…well, Wally couldn't help but feel like everything was going to be just fine. No matter how bad things got, they could get through it together. Look at him, the sap. Never thought he'd see the day.

But Wally knew Dick wouldn't have him any other way.

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Clark was never a particularly perceptive man. Fortunately, super speed processing gave him a lot of time to think. He could puzzle things out in mere moments that, in his slow way, would have taken weeks.

Bruce wasn't like that. He was quick-witted, sharp as a tack. Good with plans, details, mysteries.

Bruce was the brains, Clark was the brawn. They completed each other.

Clark risked a smirk in his lover's direction. He would be in such trouble if Bruce knew he thought like that.

…Then again, Bruce's punishments were always inventive…

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"Bruce?" Dick.

"Yeah?" Bruce.

"Do you think there's any way they'd agree to…?" Implied.

"Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes? No chance in hell." Chuckle.

"But it'd be so…fun." Smirk.

"You think you could convince your other half to it?" Rhetorical.

"…Good point…" Defeat.

"Besides, neither of them could keep up." Kiss.