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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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[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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