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[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

WHO: Dick and Wally.
WHERE: Tower.
WHEN: Morning after meeting Toro after Damian's arrival.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Lalala, this was totally Dick's night. But Wally's an awesome friend.
FORMAT: Quickpara.

[Dick had to get back to the Tower eventually. Especially after meeting Toro and realising that he was going to hurt someone seriously if he kept on going. This had really been an incredibly sucky night.

It had taken forever to fall asleep but he'd managed it, and he was totally skipping school and being an angry idiot today. There. So he wakes up late and he crawls into the kitchen to eat cereal because cereal is the best comfort food ever.

Not that he really has any comfort food. That would be girly.]

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[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[Dick is about as annoyed as Wally is about this.]

We could just put it in the oven now -- as if it was going to matter if we didn't wait the five minutes for the oven to get hot enough.

And then... [He shrugs, looks around] It's hot outside, the snow'll be sticky. [hintsmirk]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

Will that be okay?

[Surely you have to wait for a reason but then again Wally doesn't know how all of this is supposed to work so. Dick probably knows best. And he's distracted by the promise of snow anyway.]

Sticky snow, you say? Sounds perfect. [He grins widely.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

Awesome. [He opens the oven and puts the mold there and then closes it, looking at the time.]

It's going to cook for an hour anyway. It's not gonna be undercooked because -- oh my god! -- it was at 200 degrees instead of 325 for a couple of minutes.

[And time to leave the kitchen to put on coats and mits. Cleaning the kitchen is totally optional -- they're coming back and cooking more in an hour ANYWAY.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[Well, if Dick says so then it should be fine derp.] All right.

[Wally's not going to bother with cleaning either for pretty much the same reason. They'll be back to do it later.

So he zips away and waits for Dick by the door, already dressed to go outside in the blink of an eye.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[Because the thirteen year old obviously knows that much about cooking!

Obviously, it takes longer for Dick to get ready but he's not slow or anything. Not from a normal person's point of view, at least.

When he shows up he's zipping up his coat and has his Robin gloves on. They keep hot and he still keeps a very high dexterity with them on, so why not wear them?]

'Kay, let's go.

[Who needs hats and scarves? Not cheeky teenage boys, clearly.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[More than the fourteen year old does anyway, so yes.

It's slow to Wally but he's used to dealing with that. He can show some semblance of patience.

He raises an eyebrow at the gloves but doesn't say anything. Instead opting to nod enthusiastically and hold the door open.]

Where to?

[Hats and scarves are for losers, duh.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

Wherever? There's plenty of untouched snow in the back.

[Dick goes through the door and hits Wally behind the shoulder in a playful way before starting to run to get outside.

Not that he can outrun Wally but whatever.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

Ow, hey!

[Not that it actually hurt but he can pretend to be indignant about suddenly getting hit.

Though he'll be good and humor Dick by giving chase without using super-speed but not without scooping up snow, quickly forming it into a snowball and tossing it once they're outside.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[Dick was totally expecting Wally to run for real and get outside before him, and a snowball he should have dodged easily just came from somewhere he was not expecting it at all and got him in the shoulder.]

Hey! We didn't say we were starting anything, yet!

[However, now that Wally started... Dick can also get a scoop of snow and make a snowball quickly to throw it at Wally's midsection.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

Oh, so now I need your explicit consent to start something?

[Wally crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, seemingly not moving to dodge the incoming snowball right up until the last moment where he does dodge the snowball at super-speed.]

You suck at this.

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

Hey! [He's totally serious. Or at least sounds like it. He might be stopping a smirk.] No powers, we're not wearing masks.

[Isn't this the best excuse ever to stop Wally from using his speed?]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[That earns Dick a pout, serious or not.]

It's not like I can help it, it's a practically a reflex. Who's gonna see us out here anyway?

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[He's not even trying to stop the smirk anymore, it's all over his face.]

Nuh-uh! Are you really gonna endanger our secret IDs because you wanna win a snowball fight?

[Dick quickly makes himself two other snowballs to throw them at Wally, running away to gain strategic ground. Or something. WHO CARES.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah, that smirk is so convincing. Wally doesn't look impressed in the slightest.]

You just don't want me to use super-speed because you can't take me on otherwise.

[He runs away too, at a painstaking 'normal' speed, to dodge the snowballs and find himself a good place to make a snow fort.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[Who cares about convincing smirks, Dick is right and Wally knows it!]

I can totally take you in a real fight! [He's making snowballs and throwing them as he speaks. He doesn't need no fort! Just plenty of snow.] Just not without hurting you. [And the sad part is that this is at least partly true.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that!

[A fort is totally part of a snowball fight and Wally's determined to make one even as he quickly creates some snowballs to throw back at Dick. Though unsurprisingly attempting to build a fort, dodging snowballs, making and throwing snowballs at the same time doesn't quite work at normal speed. It's certainly no surprise he ends up getting hit as a result.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[A fort takes time and attention! There is no time or attention available when you have to throw snow at someone else!]

Ah! Gotcha! [And VWAMP that's a snowball hitting Dick.] Argh! [He's going to throw a few more while moving and use the landscape to his advantage. And by that, he means hide behind a tree before making a couple of snowballs and...

Wally's fort's not going to be very useful if Dick climbs in the tree to have a height advantage now, will it? Mwahaha. It's just sad he can't bring more than half a dozen snowballs with him during this maneuver.]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[He's learning that lesson now, thank you very much. It would be easy to do at super-speed though but you and your stupid rules.]

Right back at ya!

[A fort indeed isn't going to be much use when Dick is in a tree, even Wally realizes that. So he abandons his efforts at building a fort in favour of pelting Dick with snowballs as he climbs.]

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[A couple of them hit him, but not enough to slow him down or make him lose his balance. It takes a lot to make Dick lose his balance, really, and he's settling on a branch really fast. And has snow falling down the back of his coat from the snowballs Wally kept throwing at him. Fuckcoldfuck.

But at least he's way harder to reach now and he can throw his snowballs at Wally, taking the time to aim because if he can stay on this branch for a few minutes, he's going to do just that.]