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"Wally West, my hero." A large smile overtook Dick's features as the disgruntled bartender returned with both a pink and blue umbrella. "Whoever thought we'd call you that." He teased the other, sharing a knowing look. "If he's getting a blue one could I also get an orange one? Or yellow?" Two could play at that game, and if looks could kill the bartender would have wiped the floor with Dick. "Or not..." He spoke with a grimace. "You've won this one Wally West." Again, he chuckled. "I guess today is a day for alliteration."

Wally couldn't help but flash a wide grin at the bartender's response, snickering quietly. "Guess not everyone's part of the Dick Grayson fan club." He nudges the other male gently, nestled close to his good friend. "Didn't you hear? I'm renewing my platinum membership." It was all in good fun, at least, Wally liked to keep shit lighthearted.

SO. Dick knew Gotham like the back of his hand. Not that it was quite his home town but it was the closest thing he had. There was never quite a normal to Gotham, and the city was never at rest. Nonetheless Dick was not here in an enforcement capacity, nor Nightwing or Officer Grayson. Today he was just Dick, enjoying the festivities and keep an eye for the inevitable weirdness center that would pop up. “Could I have a drink with one of those tiny pink umbrellas?” He asked the bartender, only to frown at their response. “I mean-- it’s cool they come in blue but I asked for pink.” And so came the drink with the little pink umbrella. “Thank you.” Dick said.

Wally was back in town, aiding some heroes in other parts of the country. He was the logical choice, considering how quickly he could zip from point A to point B in record time. Now that he was back, though, it was logical that he'd track down his best bud. Funny he'd find him chatting up a bartender. "Give the man his pink umbrella." Wally slides in beside the brunet, flashing a wide smile. "And I want a blue one, it's one of my favorite colors." Cue a gentle jab at his companion.