SUPERSONIC STEP.

calls 911 yes hello there’s a guy named shawty and he’s on fire??

                              he’s older than her? funny, she could SWEAR                                      that a toddler was in her presence.

                    ❛ i take it back! the quiet? golden. ❜

❝ juuust admit it, babe. you can't live without me. ❞

A small chuckle tumbled past his lips as Wally perched himself on the couch. Dick leaned forward as if getting ready to tell his best bud the biggest secret of them all. He grinned, reaching over to place a hand over Wally’s face and he gently pushed him back, a louder laugh leaving his lips.

        ❝So much that it hurt.❞

red hair flops loosely against the acrobat's  nimble  fingers as his head's pushed back, but wally merely LAUGHS, his own arm reaching up in earnest to swat his  friend's  hand away. ( g r i n n i n g ), a reddened brow rises.

“KF—— When have I not made something worth your while?  C’mon. I’m like… Mr. Accommodation. You always get something out of it.”

      Dick took a few smug steps       closer, Wally’s flushing cheeks       giving him this sort of new-found       confidence. If Wally started being       the seriously flirtatious one, it       would be Dick with the reddening       face. The speedster could pull it       off easily——

             ——but Dick kinda hoped he wouldn’t.

      Kinda.

"Oh, I know you are.  I’m sure you’ll find  that I am a more than adequate kisser. Just tell me when——”

with a few QUICK footfalls, wally was at dick's other side, smirk tight in place as he held up a gloved hand.

           ❝ not so fast, mr. accommodation. we               gotta set a few ground rules. like -- -                                       y' gotta woo me first. ❞

       “Ah, yeah? I guess—maybe I just needed to take a closer look.                                              So… what’cha workin’ on?”

❝ hyperkinetic movement manipulation.     it's, uh -- - a theoretical antidote for                        idiopathic parkinsonism. ❞

          his head ducks against the pressure           & lifts again with something of a scowl.

          ( teasing— but nonetheless—— ).

                            ” aren’t you supposed t’ bother dick                               when you need lunch money? “

❝ aren't you morally obligated    to feed a speedster when he's                             recharging ? ❞

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