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WHO: Dick and Wally.
WHERE: Dick's apartment.
WHEN: Some afternoon/beginning of the evening, after Dick really settled but before Wally talked to Bart. Yes, this is impossible, guess who is bending the timeline?
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Wally had to ask Tim for an address.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[Dick is back from school and making himself food.

There are a few things still lying around in the place but mostly he's settled.]

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Yeah, sure. I mean, he's kind of intimidating but it's not like back home where I guess I didn't leave the best of first impressions. I don't think he liked us much but it's different here.

[It would be a little scary to go face Batman and Wally probably would have dragged someone along with him but he's not going to admit that out loud.

He really would have done it but luckily Tim knew. That was a great relief.]

[Hmm, have another little smile that's overall genuine.]

I have no idea how much he likes you at all. I think he's glad you're my friends 'cause, let's face it, you're a bunch of dogooders and none of you's gonna pull me down some dark path or whatever.

[Dick can do that on his own. Let's not add this part.]

[He feels so accomplished getting all these little smiles from Dick.]

Hah, true. Though you never know. I could be planning something nefarious and just biding my time. [He waggles his eyebrows.

Only everybody knows he probably couldn't be evil even if he tried. He has too much of a hero complex for that.]

[Dick stares and huffs, looking immensely skeptical.]

Oh, right. These waggling eyebrows are the source of all evil, I see it now. So devilish. [He pushes Wally's shoulder playfully, which, hey, is physical contact that Dick started. Wally just... makes him feel better.

And realising that makes Dick feel guilty about feeling happy with Wally. This was bound to happen.]

[He puts on his best evil grin which probably just looks more mischievous than anything else.]

Good to see you're finally catching on! [He snickers and swats at Dick's hand, oblivious to the guilt for now.]

Hey, thanks for -- [Have him make super wide 'oh shit I just realised something' eyes.] Fuck.

[Dick suddenly gets up and runs to the kitchen because he had been cooking aaaaaaand okay the pasta sauce is stuck at the bottom but he can just close the burner and transfer it to another pot and it'll still be completely edible and the pasta is ready but not yet overcooked so. It could be seriously worse, here.

He starts with taking care of the sauce to be sure it stays edible and doesn't have to look to know Wally followed him out of the bedroom.] So are you hungry?

[Wally blinks in surprise, completely baffled at that sudden outburst, and is quick to follow after Dick to see what the fuss is about.

To find out that Dick forgot he was cooking is amusing to him. It doesn't seem like Dick to forget something like that.]

You really have to ask me that after how long do we know each other? [He gives Dick a sheepish smile that also has an apologetic hint to it.]

[Dick's head hasn't been exactly where it should be and a speedster is always distracting. Except if you're Batman, then you can handle a speedster.

Dick nods needlessly and takes out two plastic plates. He leaves the first pot in the sink and fills it with hot water so the burnt stuff at the bottom won't stick so much anymore and then proceeds to get the pasta out of the water.

Long story short, he's handling Wally a plate and a fork two minutes later, and takes one for himself, leaning against the counter instead of sitting down.]

I'm gonna go patrol after. [Well... not directly after, but in less than an hour. Patrolling is still something he likes doing, and it makes him feel like he's doing something right moreso than it did before.]

Thanks. [Wally beams and accepts the plate gratefully. He hadn't come here with the intention of munching off food but being a speedster means always being hungry so he's not going to say no to food either.

Plus it's pasta and he likes pasta.]

Okay. [He mumbles around a forkful of pasta before swallowing and adding,]

If you want company...? [He can't remember when the last time was he actually went patrolling with someone. It's been too long.]

[He eats slowly and -- he's been pushing himself to eat in the last week. He does like pasta, and that's why he made some, so it helps with the whole eating process.

That and the idea of patrolling on an empty stomach. This sucks so much.]

Uhm. I'd like to patrol alone. [A beat.] Nothing about you, you know that. I'm just -- [Another beat and a sigh.] Not now, 'kay?

[Since Wally remained by Dick's side, he can nudge him with his elbow a little as he gives him a reassuring smile.

He understands.]

Okay, no problem. [He'll just work on finishing that pasta.]

[Which reassures Dick immensely.]

I'll poke you when I do wanna patrol with you. [He just has no idea when this is going to happen.

Also, nomnomnoms.]

[And finished! Next course of action is to be annoying.

So he pokes Dick in the side.]

You better or I'll get lonely.

[He flinches just a little at the poke. It just wasn't expected, no problem. NO ISSUES THERE, GO ON.]

Same for me, so we're stuck having to spend time together sometimes.

[He's curious but Wally will refrain from asking for once.]

Too bad for us then. [He grins and stretches himself out.]

Thanks for the food, it was good.

[AND THEN THEY BICKERED AND DIDN'T DO THE DISHES BECAUSE THEY'RE BAD TEENAGERS UNTIL DICK LEFT FOR PATROL.]

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