Ms. Fantasy Comics

You stared out the window, observing Damian running around the garden with his menagerie of pets.

Your face still solemn despite seeing your angsty teenage brother frolicking the flowers with Titus by his side. 

Your peace is obliterated when your door to your bedroom is thrown open with such force is slams against the wall. “Y/n!” Wally exclaims, stepping into your room without any hesitation. Striding quickly before you, scanning over for any injuries. “I was at the diner— and the TV came on— and they showed pictures of your crying on Gotham bridge— and I — you looked so— I wanted to make sure— I probably should have barged in but—oft!” Wally grunts as you slam into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him in so tightly he weight shifts unevenly and you both topple onto the floor. Your arms still wrapped tightly around him as his mind moves at the speed of light, trying to make sense of your reaction.

“I’m sorry!” You call out, your face shoving into the crook of his neck as you lay on top of him. “I’m sorry Wally! I’m so sorry!” You say, lip wobbling. Your arms tightening around his neck, scared he would push you away. Scared he’ll see you looking so weak. Scared he’ll look at you again the same way he did like that night. “I was scared— and I said stupid things I didn’t mean!” You cry around, holding him tighter.

“I get it.” He whispers. His fingers now moving to graze your lower back lightly. Not pushing you away, just accepting you clutching him close, feeling your arms shaking as you embrace him. “You’ve been burned badly in similar circumstances. So you panicked. It’s okay.” He comforts you, cradling the back of your neck with a comforting hold. “I shouldn’t have said it that way either. I should said something when we were both sober. I should’ve chosen my words more carefully so you understood. I shouldn’t have pushed you to accept my feelings. I’m sorry too.” He whispers. “I don’t regret my admission— just my delivery.” He says, and you turn still.

Taking your time to pick your words carefully. As you finally lean away from him, your hands pressing into his chest. “I regret my response Wally… I do… feel something… but I… how can I trust it’s not just getting swept up in the fantasy ?”

“Trust me sweetheart— if love was a choice I would’ve picked an easier woman.” He grins at you as you stare down at him blankly.

“And here I was considering asking you on a date.” You state dryly as his playful smirk drops. “Oh? Not so cocky now.” You laugh as Wally continues to look at you with this stunned expression. “Wally.” You call out, turning serious as you admit the words you’re most afraid of. “I’m not sure when exactly. But at some point, I fell in love with you… and … i don’t want to miss out just because I’m afraid I’ll be hurt all over again because at the end of the day— you are not Roy— not even close. Even if we both end up broken-up and bitter in the end. I won’t have any regrets.” You say, cradling his cheek. “I want to kiss you for real this time. Not used some guise of a fake relationship, not for show…But because I’m in love with you, and I would love nothing more.”

“Okay.” He mutter complacently, with a sweet dumb-founded expression.

And you can’t help but grin as you lean in. Lips pressing together with this familiarity, your heart filling in satisfaction that you can finally kiss your lover without an excuse.

The brilliant orange sun set begins to dip below the horizon. The usual sparkling blue bay, now turned to a liquid gold as the water ripples. The visual serenity was just enough to ground you, as you lean against the bridges barrier, amercing yourself further into the scenery as the motors humming loudly in the background, which only serves to disrupt your endless internal monologue.

A feeling of gratefulness washes over you. Glad that a city as messy and chaotic as Gotham, still had pockets of santicity, where you can observe nature, but still have the hustle and bustle of the city to force your mind to turn quiet.

But you can’t help but feel a little sour knowing that you cannot say here forever. Your family will come and bother you eventually, it is only a matter of time.

You can only hope that leaving your phone behind will buy you some time before one of them finds you.

A sudden gust of cool breeze blows through your hair. Your eyes close on instinct as you suck in a deep breath before you sigh out.

“If you’re trying to reenact a dramatic movie scene— it’s working.” A woman’s voice rings out. The familiar sound of your best friends voice instantly bringing you much needed comfort.

“Donna?!” You call out. Your once solemn face now twisting with an irresistible grin. Donna’s arms stretched out in anticipation of your hug attack. Slamming yourself into her arms, she grunts at the sudden impact, but she can’t help but laugh at your joyful demeanour. “What? Why? How did you? What are you doing here?” You finally manage to spit out as she chuckles.

“Damian called me— he’s in hysterics—“ You groan out, pulling away from her. Turning back to the water view; you rest your arms along the bridge railing, huffing out as you rest your chin. “So…..” Donna announces awkwardly. Shuffling next to you as you avoid eye contact. “Want to tell me why Mother Damian is having a personal melt down and spamming everyone in the hero leagues your missing poster?” She prods as your spine turns stiff as a rod.

You tuck your face into your folded arms. Whining out in utter embarrassment. “Just kill me now, Donna.”

“Relax would you? I’m just here to check in on you and understand what happened.” She says, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Damian’s acting insane.”

“So normal?”

“Yep.” Donna pops, continuing. “Your brothers are acting weird—“

“So normal?”

“Yeah— okay I walked in that… but Wally…” You grimace, gaze snapping away from Donna’s. “He’s acting … cold. No jokes. No jolly. Just pure angst.”

“I…” you swallowed “I don’t even know where to start…”

“So start from the beginning.”

You wince, not knowing where the beginning even started. “Okay… so, I guess it started when Babs called us into the batcave for a bat meeting.” A loud snort rips through the air as a cackling unfiltered laughter bursts your ear drums.

“There’s no way you said ‘bat meeting’ unironically! Do you all just add the word ‘bat’ before everything?”

“Hush! Did you want me to tell you the story or not?!”

“Okay okay! Sorry… continue.”

Batcave

“This mission is incredibly time sensitive.” Barbara announces, pulling up the most recent clippings of the culprits. “The cult is meeting at this couples resort, so we will need Y/n and Wally to—“

“Absolutely not.” Damian interjects, arms crossed over his chest with his signature scowl.

“Damian, it’s for a mission.” Barbara defends but Damian is not budging. His decision has been made.

“No. Find someone else.” Damian states flatly, hand shooting out and resting above yours, as if to reassure you all would be well.

“This is time sensitive, we can’t just find someone else—“

“Then you and Grayson pose as a couple.” He answers dryly, quickly becoming disinterested in this rouse.

“I-I c-can’t! Oracle is essential to the mission’s success.” Barbara defends.

The whole family moving their heads back and forth at the two as if this were a tennis match.

“Fine. Then Steph and Tim should go.” Looking over at the two, who instantly stiffen up like boards at the mere suggestion.

Jason snorts, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah right— those two are so awkward it’s painful.”

“It’s for a real mission, Damian.” Barbara squeaks out, all whilst Damian’s head turns to Barbara with the most dismissive glares one would ever see. “I swear! It is.”

You sigh, leaning back into your chair. A couple charade again?

“Pathetic! You’re all elite superhero’s and the best plan you came up with is making sister and West play house? Why are we getting involved in Harper’s case anyway? It should be Harpers problem to find another more suitable point of entry.” Damian waves his hand dismissively, already getting out of his chair, ready to drag you away from this madness. “I’m not helping that piece of trash— and neither will sister.”

“Damian~” Dick coax’s, “since it’s Roy’s case, he has no choice but to monitor everything. If Y/n acts all lovely dovy with Wally—“

“He’ll have no choice but the endure the torment of watching the one that got away being happy with another man…” Damian breathes, eyes blowing wide. “…Approved.” Damian nods, taking his seat back at the table.

“Then it’s decided, Y/n and Wally will pose as the couple to—“

“Hang on a god damn second.” You announce, slamming your hand down into the table. “Shouldn’t you check with me first? Besides, you haven’t even checked with Wally— he might not even be comfortable posing as a fake couple. This isn’t an over night cover, it’ll be a whole week of faking romance.”

“Trust me, Wally will agree.”

“What makes you so sure?”

The group release a collective groan as Damian shakes his head, patting your hand gently.

“Dear sister… it’s a good thing you have me here to protect you.”

“Okay?” Donna tilts her head to the side. “So they tried to force you to go undercover as Wally’s fake girlfriend so you got mad and ran away?”

You shake your head, “No. I mean… I was cranky they didn’t ask me and just assumed I would do it, but that’s not the problem. You reiterated and Donna just rocks awkwardly on her feet.

“So then what happened?”

“So then Wally and I went on the mission, acted like a couple and…” you trail off. You glance over at Donna’s whose eye begins to twitch.

“Don’t keep me in suspense. What happened? Why did you dip out without saying anything?”

“Well I did say something Donna — that’s the problem.” You whine out, covering your face. “I was so confused. Wally just— and I was— and Roy.” You groan, failing to put it all into words and Donna just stared to you with the patience of a nun. “It was only meant to be a week Donna. I was only meant to pretend to be Wally’s girlfriend for a week.” You state firmly and Donna nodded. “But the week became two, then it became three.” You say, now pacing back and forth along the bridge. “There was so much hand holding, so many dates, so many hugs, kisses, sweet words, flirting— it was only meant to be a week! But it turned into three and we had to keep the rouse up for so long, I started to— Wally was confused.” You ramble.

Pausing, your eyes growing misty before you continued. “We had to share a bed and— we just grew close you know so— Wally was confused. One night he just told me he loved me, and that he’s been in love with me for years. But he was never going to say anything because Dick is my brother and ‘it’s against guy code’ to go after your friends sister. But he was devastated when I started dating Roy— he started acting cold with me to force his heart to move on. But he never got over me, and that he sees the way I look at him now, and insists that he knows I like him too but I’m too guarded, and that I should just give him a chance.” You rant and Donna just stares at you, mouth left agape.

“Oh wow… that’s… a lot to take in.” She breathes, “so you got overwhelmed and ran away?” She asks, and you had to bite down your wobbling lip.

“Donna— if I could turn back time. That’s what I would do.” You say, your voice cracking as tears begin to pour down your cheeks.

“Oh god… what did you do?”

“I broke his heart.” You say, fully crying at this point. Not giving a single damn if anyone saw Gothams heiress having a breakdown on its bridge.

Undercover Mission

You two burst through the door in a fit of laughter, drunkingly stumbling through the door. A joke said here, a clever retort there. You both collapsed back first into the mattress until you both finally calm downs you stare up at the ceiling. Occasionally giggling as you recall that evenings antics. You feel Wally gazing at you.

“What is it lover boy?” You coo at him, and you see something frightening flicker behind his eyes. An idea.

He sits up, hovering above you as he whispers terrifying words with a softness you didn’t think his voice was capable of. “I’m deeply, undeniably, impossibly in love with you.” He says. “I’ve been in love with you longer than I can remember. I just… I never had the nerve to admit it. I was scared. Scared of being rejected by a girl I was deeply in love with. Scared of betraying my best friend. So I squashed down my feelings, telling myself it was just a phase. That I’ll move onto the next girl. I told myself ‘it’s bro code’ and denied myself any chance of pursing you.” He says, your eyes widening. “I thought that I would move on, but then you started dating Roy, and I felt like I died inside.” He whispered. “I was angry I denied myself a chance to be with you and hurt to see you happy with someone that wasn’t me, but as long as someone loved you the way you deserved, I could live… Roy made it clear that he saw how I looked at you, told me to stay away… I tried to move on but I never stopped loving you. No matter how hard I tried.” Your breath hitched and you pushed Wally away. Shooting up from the bed, your mind sprinting a million thoughts an hour. “I know you’re scared to open your heart again after Roy but please — give us a chance.” Wally says grabbing your arms, his eyes gazing at you desperately. “I know you like me too, I just, can’t keep pretending anymore. So please. Don’t push me away, don’t brush my feelings off, don’t pretend you feel nothing too. I see the way your gaze shifts whenever you look at me, I hear the softness in your voice when you speak to me. Just— stop pretending.”

You begin to pace but Wally grabbed your arms attempting to keep you still. Attempting to ground you in this moment and not let you brush him off like you always did.

“You’re just confused Wally.”

“I’m not confused.”

“We’ve role played a couple too often— for too long. You just—“

“Stop it.” He says sternly with an unfamiliar seriousness which makes you feel sick to your stomach. “Don’t brush this off. Don’t deny the authenticity of my feelings. You know I love you. You’ve known for a long time.” He insists. And that’s when it all fell apart.

Because the thing about people who get scared? When pushed into a corner, they’ll come out swinging.

“God. Do you even hear yourself?” You say coldly. “You think because you feel something, I’m obligated to feel it too. You think because you finally figured out what you want, that must mean I feel the same way? Even if I did, how could I ever be with you? You’re a flirt West, your flirt with any woman. I’ve seen you first hand. You think you love me? No. You love the idea. Your best friends sister— it’s a fantasy. I get it. Roy had one too. So here it is — I don’t want you. I never did. Whatever you thought you saw was you projecting something that was never there. Whatever we had, it’s just role play designed to trick others around us— it’s not real. Just a fantasy— or have you forgotten?” You sneer, anticipating Wally to fight you back, to tell you to stop acting so cold.

But he didn’t.

His eyes. God his eyes. His gaze rips away from you, as if it cut him to look at you.

“Got it.” He says. Stepping away from you. He strides towards the door.

“Wait— where are you going?” You call out. But Wally’s eyes just remains down cast as he pulls the door open and walks out.

“Oh god.”Donna breathes pulling her hands up to your tear streaked face.

“Tell me I can fix it. That he will forgive me.” You sob as Donna just looks at you with sympathy that makes your knees buckle at the unspoken answer.

“I don’t know — somethings can’t be unsaid.” And that’s when you begin to truely ugly cry.

“I ruined it! Before anything could happen I ruined it!”

Donna doesn’t say another word. Just pulls you into her arms as you can’t do nothing else but let it all out.

Wally sits at the diner table looking deflated and exhausted. The hum of the TV was just barely audible when he heard it.

“Gothams sweet heart, Y/n Grayson-Wayne, caught crying on a bridge whilst an unidentified woman provides a comforting embrace. Leaving us wondering what exactly is going on. Viewers speculate…”

Wally stares at the TV, seeing your face flash up on screen. Your eyes expression twisted into a painful cry. One which he’s only seen once— when you broke up with Roy.

Before he knew what he was doing.

He was out of his seat, tip tossed down as he step out of the diner and sprints at the speed of light to the Wayne Manor.

“Good morning.” Tim greeted as you breezed right past him towards the cup of tea resting in the bench top. “Still ignoring us huh?” He asks.

You lift the teacup to your lips, letting the soft floral notes curl through the air and ease the tension coiled in your chest.

The house has felt strained, silence pressing heavy since your last clash with your brothers, and the quiet moment, where one of your brothers isn’t pestering you for your forgiveness, is a small reprieve. Your gaze drifts to the window, out across the manicured sprawl of the garden and glorious flower beds only to catch sight of two familiar figures striding toward the manor. Jason with Roy Harper striding beside him.

“What the!” you shout, jolting Tim upright. He scrambles to the window, peering out. “Roy isn’t allowed here anymore! Why the hell did Jason bring him?!”

Tim doesn’t even blink. “Hmm… I dunno,” he hums, eyes still on the glass. Then he cuts you a sly look. “But Wally’s in the Batcave if you want to reprise his role as your loving, devoted boyfriend.” He wiggles his brows for emphasis.

You narrow your eyes, heat flashing in your glare. “I still haven’t forgiven you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim groans, dropping back into his chair as you whirl and bolt for the door.

Your footsteps ringing sharp against the stone. The air grows colder the deeper you run, tension coiling tight in your stomach until finally, there he is. The person you’ve been searching for.

His oversized red headphones contrasting against his brilliant orange hair. You come to a sliding stop, shoes screeching across the floor.

“Wally!” You call out, making him flinch at your sudden appearance, dropping the tablet he was holding. “You’re my boyfriend!” You yell, turning to the closest reflective surface, tossing your hair back into place.

“Huh?”

“You’re my boyfriend.” You reiterate impatiently. Fingers gliding around your lips, making sure no lipstick has smudged.

“I-“ He turns to your brother Dick, who just shrugs in utter confusion.

“Y/n—“

“Go away Dick!” You bark at your brother, your tone with raging bite making him instantly turn quiet.

Wally wants nothing more than to check if what he heard was right, but a part of him shrank as you looked like you’re ready to bite his head off. “I’m you’re what?”

“Boyfriend!” You whisper yell. Dropping yourself into his lap.

“What is you going on? Am I being punked?” He asks, looking around and finally sees the answer approaching them in the distance.

Roy Harper.

Your ex boyfriend.

The same boy who had sworn he loved you, sang you a thousand praises, and whispered endless dreams of your shared future only to have dashed it all away when he slept with Cheshire while on a long mission. The betrayal had split you open in ways you hadn’t known you could break. After that, you weren’t the same.

The brightness dimmed. The easy laughter gone and endless demure smiles now gone. A signature cynical frown had become a frown now often pressed upon your features. A woman scorned by the very person who should’ve worshiped her heart.

And now here he was. Standing near you again.

“You’re a lovesick fool who worships me—got it?” you whisper to Wally, the words bitter on your tongue, even in jest.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “So… my normal self?”

The corner of your mouth twitches before you swat his arm, more to distract yourself than punish him. Wally’s laughter bubbles out, light and unbothered, filling the heavy silence like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

He always seems to know how to lift your spirits, even just a little.

Then, seamlessly, he slips into the role. His arm curls around your waist as though it belongs there, anchoring you into him. His shoulders square, chest lifting with quiet pride like a man who won the heart of a treasured woman. You can feel the steady warmth of him against your side as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. Protective, territorial, lovingly.

The world seems to pause at that. His lips lingering just long enough. For a dizzying heartbeat, you wish it was real.

When he straightens, his gaze finds Roy’s across the room. Wally doesn’t just look. He stares him down. A smug grin curls at his lips, the picture of a man perfectly, maddeningly in love.

It’s flawless. Convincing. Almost too convincing.

Roy returning a polite smile laced with restrained displeasure. His expression nothing short of thunderous irritation, a storm barely leashed. And suddenly the air feels too thick, your heartbeat too loud, caught between your fake boyfriend’s steady warmth and your ex-boyfriends very real possessive rage.

“Roy,” you say, his name sharp on your tongue. “You’re here.” No effort in the world could hide the displeasure dripping through your tone.

“Y/n.” His reply is cool, cautious. His eyes flicker between you and Wally, taking in the space Wally fills so comfortably at your side.

Then his mouth twists. “I see you have a type.” The words come low, almost under his breath, though the barb is aimed to land. His gaze drags deliberately over Wally, lingering on the way his arm fits around your waist, on the smug curve of Wally’s grin.

You refuse to flinch. Instead, you tilt your head, slow and deliberate, before lifting your hand to Wally’s hair. Your fingers curl through a bright lock, tugging it forward until it glints in the light. “I do love redheads,” you say, your voice steady, honeyed with defiance as you toy with the brilliant strands.

Roy’s eyes narrow, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “I meant a thing for your brothers’ friends,” he mutters, each word laced with an edge sharp enough to cut. “But sure… let’s go with redheads.”

The air between you hums with tension, your eyes narrowing at Roy until Jason breaks it with all the subtlety of a hammer. “Alright, lovebirds,” he drawls,“Go be disgusting somewhere else. We have official hero business to attend to.” He flicks his hands at you dismissively, like he’s shooing you away.

You look over at Dick who has a small smile pressed upon on his lips. His phone, held in hand, now being placed face down on the coffe table before him, as he takes a deep breath in, leaning back into his chair and staring Jason down.

“You know the rules Jay-bird. Roy isn’t allowed here.” He says softly, as if he doesn’t care if it hurts Roy or not.”

“Come on,” Roy defends, looking at you once again pressed into Wally. “You’re moved on now— why can’t I be here?” He presses, and Jason places a hand on Roy’s shoulder, urging him to be quiet.

“Dude… Y/n didn’t make the rule.” He says, looking around suspiciously. “We made this rule for safety.” Jason mutters as Roy stares at you all questioning.

“My wha—?”

“DIE!” Damian bellows, swinging from the ceiling, and throwing a hoard of batarangs at Roy as he only just manoeuvres out of the way.

“DAMIAN!” Jason yells, trying unsuccessfully to tackle him into restraints.

The kid manoeuvring like a slippery snake out of Jason’s grasp as he tries with raging efforts to bring serious harm to Roy.

You glance over at Dick whose arms are now resting behind his head as he watches the shenanigans unfold.

“You texted Damian didn’t you?” You asked, as he smiles at you.

“What ever could you mean dear sister?” He feigns, eyes turning back towards the chaotic scene.

Wally leans down, whispering to you. “I thought Roy was banned from the Wayne house because you both broke up.” You shake your head.

“No. Damian swore revenge against Roy for breaking my heart.”

Damian does not relinquish his hold on your arm until you’re sat at the dining table.

“Pennyworth, fetch something rich in omega-3s. My sister’s brain is clearly malnourished. It’s the only explanation for her decisions.”

“Damian—“

“Quickly, before she embarrasses herself further.” Damian adds. Taking a seat next to you. His hand going over yours as if to soothe you. “Dear sister what were you thinking?!” He scolds and you can’t help but flinch as your 13 year old brother lectures you. “A mission where you had to be Wally’s undercover girlfriend? Seriously? What part of that made sense?” Damian pressed and your lips part.

“Dick said he needed help with a mission—“

“Did you even ask Grayson for the details of the mission? Or did you seriously think the mission was to just dance, drink and kiss?” Damian presses, and suddenly you’re feeling scrutinised. “Sister, there was no mission. Grayson and Gordon started a bet to see how far you and West would go if you remove the ‘brothers best friend’ barriers. You have been fooled! By blood no less!” Your mouth falls open, and Damian begins glaring as Dick rounds the corner with a hesitant Barbara in tow.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Barbara says meekly, her voice trailing off as Damian begins to glare at her more harshly.

“It sounds worse than bad.” Damian defends.

Dick steps forward, his hands up in the air.

“Okay. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but—“

“No buts!” Damian shouts, storming up to Dick and shoving a harsh finger into his chest. “You tricked dear sister! You’re meant to protect her, not put her in a position where she could be hurt.” He huffs, spinning on his foot and taking his place once again next you.

“To be fair.” Jason says, holding a large plate of various breakfast items. “I told them it was a stupid idea.” Damian jumps up, snatching the plat from Jason and placing it before you. “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“You knew and did nothing about it! You don’t deserve to eat.” Tim walks in holding his plate, when Damian also snatches it, taking his place next to you once again and digging into the food. “You all knew about the bet and did nothing about it! You all suck. Sister is the only decent sibling worth the Wayne name.” He lectures, pointing a fork in all of their directions.

“I didn’t actually expect Y/n would be that gullible.” Tim says dryly, eyeing Damian off as he watches him eat his food. “I’ve never lost $100 so quickly.”

“And I never won so quickly.” Jason added, arms crossing behind his head with a satisfied grin.

“Does Wally know?” You ask, turning to Dick who ultimately shakes his head.

“No. He thought it was a mission you were helping me with.”

You nod solemnly, mulling over how you have so much of yourself away for nothing.

“For research purposes, would you ever date Wally? In real life?” Tim asks as Damian slams his hand into the table.

“She wouldn’t! Not after last time!” Damian defends, scowling at Jason.

“What?!” Jason scowls back at Damian. “How was I suppose to know Roy would do her dirty like that?” You clear your throat.

Tim leans back in his chair mulling the thought over. “Just because Roy fumbled, doesn’t mean Wally will.”

Dick nods. “He would treat you like a queen.”

Even Barbara breathes some praise. “You two could explore whatever it is you two have.”

Jason grunts in boredom. “Don’t do it bro.” Jason says, grabbing Dick by the shoulder. “If your boy fucks it up, then you won’t be allowed to bring him around anymore.” He says, looking over at you.

“I hope you were all entertained.” You say, standing from the table. “Do anything like this again— I’ll make you all god fearing.”

The car ride back was held in utter silence.

Nothing but the hum of the car engine and the rushing wind to fill the complete silence.

Just moments before Wally held you close, hands gripping your waist like they belonged there. Wally gazing into your eyes like you were the first and only woman he’s ever seen. He kissed you with longing heat that sent heat down your stomach. Your heart thudding strongly against your chest as he guided you into the car.

That kiss.

The way his lips fell to yours.

The way he looked dazed after.

The whole night felt incredibly romantic. Which had your senses tripping.

Because after all— it was just an act.

Nothing more than a fabricated lie, intended to fool others.

Did you like it because it was Wally? Or do you just miss the romantic aspects that come with a relationship?

That kiss replaying in you head over and over like an endless loop. Pulling apart each moment and analysing each second.

You wanted to feel that way again… but surely it wasn’t because of Wally right? If you went undercover with Conor Kent, would you feel the same way?

Maybe acting as an undercover lover is too much for your lonely heart.

“If you keep staring out the window like that, I’m gonna think you’re daydreaming about our kiss.” Wally teases, poking you in the ribs as you jolt upwards, a rush of heat reaching your cheeks, burning with embarrassment at having been unknowingly caught. “That was… fun. Like, actually fun. Which is weird, right? Totally weird.” He says, now turning to the window, the tips of his ears turning red.

And you’d be damned as a Bat if you didn’t notice.

“Hmmm… what’s this?” Your velvet voice glides through the air with dangerous charm. Fingers reaching out and gently touching the shell of his ear.

His hand cupping over his ears as if to hide the evidence. “What’s what?!” He evades.

“You mentioned our kiss then…”

“Okay, well you were day dreaming of it first!” He accused, and you can’t help but scoff and roll your eyes.

“As if.” You reply dryly, looking back out the window as the car pulls up into the Wayne estate driveway, the sun slowly rising above the horizon.

The night at the gala went much longer than you had intended.

“I can’t believe its morning already.” You mutter, groaning that you’ve practically lost your weekend to this mission.

“So did you get everything you needed for the mission?” He says, looking out the window, noticing a hoard of your brothers shoving at each other all three grown men and a young boy trying to be out the door first.

You sigh, looking at the chaos. Not even registering Wally’s question.

“Wally,” you call out, a devious grin growing across your face. “Play my undercover lover just a little bit longer will you?”

“Uhh…sure.”

You drop your head between your knees, dragging your nails through your hair until the strands tangle and spill into disarray. With a sharp toss, you fling it back over your shoulders, the wild, mussed look giving the illusion you’ve just been pressed into sheets. Before the moment can settle, you slide across the seat and into Wally’s space, bracing yourself against his knee. Leaning in until your noses almost brush, your gaze dips slow, deliberately to his mouth.

You’re intending to create a scandalous scene.

One for your brothers to throw open the door and see you two in THAT pose that would make them clutch their pearls in horror, and possibly dry heave if you were lucky.

But as you sat on his knee, Wally leans his heads up just a little more until your lips brush, and when you didn’t lean down further, the noise he made wasn’t quite a groan, not quite a huff. More like a sulky rumble vibrating in his throat.

And who are you to deny a kiss from someone who makes a needy whine like that?

Your hands slide to his jaw, cupping his face as you pull him to your lip, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he releases a breathy sigh—

The door to the car cracks open violently.

“Disgusting!” Damian yells, standing before the car, hand on his hip like a gym teacher, scowling at your undercover lover. “You!” He says pointing at you. “Inside now!” He barks, reaching into the car and pulling you out by your hands. Never mind the fact that you’re stumbling over your dress. He wants his sister away from Wally as quickly as possible. “You!” He barks, pointing at Wally. “Your business here is done.” He states, slamming the door closed and tapping the car until the driver pulls away from the drive way.

You stand there gobsmacked at Damian’s reaction. But he’s not finished yet. Spinning on his heel, locking eyes with you.

“Sister, you don’t see it, but he’s taking advantage of you,” Damian insists, his brows drawn tight with worry. “You’re far too trusting. Come with me—I’ll keep you safe.” He takes your arm, steering you toward the door with more urgency than force. He paused, releasing your arm and turning to your brothers, “Don’t think I’m finished with you imbeciles.” He threatens. Snatching your arm up again and ushering you back into the safety of the Wayne manner.

“You can’t be serious.” Stepping out from the corner, you’re wearing head to toe couture. The epitome of grace, elegance and class. “That’s what you’re wearing?” You say, gesturing to Wally who’s wearing a suit that looks like it straight from the 70’s and not in a cute way.

His ruffled shirt being the biggest eye sore of it all.

His outfit screams, ‘I don’t give a damn. I’m just quirky like that’.

“I know, I know.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “Do try to keep your hands off me.” He says sarcastically with a lop sided grin.

“Incredible.” You mumble, adjusting your slim evening dress. “Despite wearing the ugliest effin’ suit I’ve ever seen, your ego remains overly inflated.”

Wally ignores your jabs, turning to the closest mirror, dragging a finger across his jaw and winking at himself. “I am indeed a handsome devil.” He inflates, his dismissive attitude rubbing you the wrong way.

“Brother!” You snap, turning to Dick. “There’s no way society will think I actually chose to date this twit.” You spit. “We don’t even look like a couple— I mean look at him and look at me! He looks moronic, this is too humiliating!” You insist, ready to unfasten the dainty necklace hanging from your neck.

“Hang on sis!” Dick waves his hands in the air as if it’s squashing the tension rising. “I know you and Wally don’t get along but it’s for an important mission. Just put aside your differences for once. It’s just for the evening.” He insists, grabbing your arms and squeezing them gently. “They’ll think he’s just a goofy boyfriend that makes you laugh yeah?” Dick reassures as you reluctantly relent.

“Fine… but you’re changing that shirt.” You demand but Wally is already shaking his head.

“No can do. I look smokin’” He jokes. “Besides, changing my shirt won’t change how others look at us. Even if this was real, you’d still be out of my league.” Rolling your eyes, you turn on the spot, already storming out the house and to the car as quickly as possible. The sooner you get to the event, the sooner you can reclaim your Saturday evening.

“Wait for me Snookums!”

The car rolls up slowly to the red carpeted entrance. Wally is the first to jump out of the car, sprinting to the other side and cracking open the door, holding his hand out for you to hold as you climb out of the car. But instead you slap it away, gracefully exiting the car with ease.

“Babe, you’ve got to hold my hand. Couples do that.” Wally says, holding out his hand once again. You resist rolling your eyes, flicking his hand away once again, opting to grab his arm and clutching it to your chest. “Oh… this works too.” The display looks far more intimate and frankly… Wally was not expecting you to code switch so effortlessly.

You look up at him with this practiced dreamy look, a small demure smile drawing him in. You’re looking so sweet compared to the poisonous words that spill out of your mouth next. “Let’s get this over with, I can’t stand pretending to be in love with you much longer.” A shiver shoots through Wally’s spine.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He boops the tip of your nose. Before guiding you both down the red carpeted event, the cameras flashing as the paparazzi scream your name.

“Miss Grayson! Who’s with you this evening?!”

“Miss Grayson! Is this your boyfriend?!”

“Miss Grayson! Who are you wearing this evening?!”

You smile softly at the cameras as you pause on the marker, with Wally looking down at you all whilst you return his gaze with an indifferent stare.

He huffs with a small chuckle, leaning down to your ear and whispers. “If we’re gonna sell this, you’re gonna have to swoon a little harder when I smile at you.” He says, pulling away and flashing you another smile.

And you… didn’t know what to do. Why would you swoon over any boyfriend smiling at you? Are you meant to giggle like a moron? Smile back? All actions feel too over the top. Just when you freeze up on the spot, unsure how to act, Wally leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, sending the cameras into a flashing frenzy before you two finally enter the gala hall.

“So there she was.” Wally starts, telling a dramatic rendition of your romantic union. “My best friends sister, looking breath taking. I’ve never seen a more beautiful girl in my life!” The women swoon in aw at his story telling, whilst you slug back a champagne flute and swapping out for a new glass from a waiter passing by. “I looked at her like the goddess she is and she looked at me like a pesty insect and I knew right then and there, she was the woman for me.” He concludes as the small group laugh in delight. Wally’s hand slides around your waist. “And the rest was history, right babe?”

You smile playfully turning to the group.

“Thats just when you first saw me. Why don’t you tell them how we actually started dating?” You encouraged as Wally began to sweat bullets.

“H-how we started dating? R-right so we um…”

“How about I take this one?” You say, handing your drink to Wally for him to down. “It took a while for us to get started because the moment I saw Wally, I thought he was handsome and striking. But he was my brothers best friend after all. That’s not just someone you test the waters with.” The women cooed at the story, allowing you to continue. “I was completely taken by him, especially the first time he flirted with me, I was about to ask him on a date, but then, I saw him flirt with another girl,” the crowd gasped. “Then another girl and another—“

“Babe.” He says nervously but you continued.

“Then I thought he was just a playboy, flirting with the world around him. I completely lost all interest, but the flame of my affection could never seem to snuff out no matter how much I tried.”

“So what changed?!” The woman interjects and you looked up at him hoping he would tie off the tale end of it.

“Time.” He answered. “Eventually I realised that no woman would ever measure up to her, so I just had to bite the bullet, I admitted to Dick that I was in love with his sister. Have been for years.” He says chuckling. “He just rolled his eyes, reminding me that it was obvious to everyone except us.”

“Then he finally asked the question.” You say, still looking up at Wally as if in a trance, dreaming up plausible fabricated scenario.

“I attended a gala just like this, her plus one much to her disappointment. But I made her laugh until she snorted champagne—“

“That did not happen!” You defend, but the crowed is already laughing off your defensive reaction.

“Totally did babe.” He teases sipping from your champagne flute.

The night carried on. Eventually Wally dragged you out to the dance floor until the music slowed and you two embraced into a waltz.

Your head resting against his shoulder.

You claimed it was because you were tired. But Wally seemed to know better, and had enough sense not to ruin a rare good moment.

He held you close, smiling softly. Enjoying this moment with you whilst it lasted.

The crowd seemed to fall away, as if it was only you two and eventually you were. The centre of a circle.

The crowd begins to tap their flutes. A sea of clinking glasses.

“Why are they doing?” He asks, watching the crowd tapping away at their flutes.

“They want us to kiss.” You answer, lifting your head off his chest, you tilt you chin up.

He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. A murmur of boos exude from the crowd as Wally looks around wide eyed. The tapping of their glasses getting louder.

“God… this is a little creepy.” He mumbles. You clasp his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Just appease the masses already.” You say, standing up onto your tippy toes, capturing his lips in a long drawn out kiss, that he leans deeply into. The crowd murmuring cheers at your kiss.

You pull away first. Looking at Wally with that smug smile of yours whilst he looked dazed and breathless.

“I’m not a bad kisser.” You praise yourself and Wally just hums stupidly in agreement.

Barbara and Dick kick back in front of the bat computer. Watching the monitor as a popcorn kernel falls from Dicks mouth.

“They kissed.” He says, utterly shocked. Throwing a punch into the air as if he won something.

You sip your tea as you lean over the ledge of your building. Taking in the scenery and occasionally checking your phone for a message from Tim.

He's been acting really distant lately.

You can't help but think of your last encounter, where you reiterated your wet dream with Red Robin in explicit detail.

Maybe you really weirded him out when you last saw him. You apologised and he insisted he was fine.

So if not that...then what else could it be?

"Not thinking of jumping over are you?" You jump at the sudden interruption of Tim's voice. Swinging around and ready to spill a thousand apologies for your odd behaviour, only to be shocked at the sight of Red Robin standing behind you confidently, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Your heart begins to thud painfully. The horrifying, yet exiting moment where you are met face to face with your celebrity crush.

"R-Red..." You manage to mutter before your jaw flexes shut in shock. Unable to control yourself. To star struck to compose yourself. "Holy shit you're really here." You whisper, frozen in place, unable to move.

"It's a well known secret that the Wayne family financially support us vigilantes." Red Robin says, his voice unmistakably Tim's. "A little bird mentioned you're my number one fan." He says, a cocky grin blooming across his face. He takes a step forward, and another, until your standing face to face.

"... number one fan is an understatement." You manage to say. "Can...Can I get a photo with you?" You ask, holding up your phone. Red Robin flashes an award winning smile, nodding and taking your phone from your hand.

"Squeeze in." He says, holding the phone up, his hand sliding to your waist. His grip the same as Tim. The pieces in your mind falling into place as Red Robin takes the photo. "Hey you’re looking away. Try looking at the phone this time." He teases, posing for the camera again when you did something completely unhinged.

You turn around, snaking your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. "Woah there." He says, patting your back awkwardly until he relents and returns the hug.

Has similar features as Tim.

Hugs like Tim.

Smells like Tim.

Sounds like Tim.

Red Robin, the man you've been crushing on for as long as you remember is your best friend Tim.

Does he really think you can't tell?

A rush of emotions hit you all at once.

Embarrassed that you’ve been so vocal about lusting after a man to the very same person. You’ve made Tim read your erotic fan fictions about himself for gods sake.

Confused, that your platonic feelings for Tim was crushed in an instant the moment you realised Red Robin is in fact Tim.

Bewildered by the fact you never put such an obvious two and two together.

Conflicted, because right now, you’re desperate to do unspeakable things to Tim right here, right now.

But then the ultimate question hits you. Tim has never protested against your swooning for Red Robin… Is it possible he feels something deeper than friendship for you?

Why didn’t he tell you his alter ego?

“I can’t believe it…” you mutter. More so for other reasons than with how Red Robins interpreting your reaction.

And in that split second, you decide to play dumb.

“Tim really sent you here without telling you about my school girl crush on you?” You asks teasingly. Knowing full well Tim/Red Robin has a in-depth knowledge of your lust for him.

“He may have mentioned it was a bit more than a school girl crush.” He answered, a grin unsuccessful suppressed.

“Oh.” You say, acting coyly. “Feel free to say no but…” you glance up at him through your lashes. “I’ve always dreamed of a kiss from you.” And suddenly the tables have turned. Your flustered demeanour vanquished and Red Robin suddenly looking quite flushed.

“I’m not sure… you don’t really know who I am so ethically.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No!” He answers quickly.

“Then what’s the harm?” You coax, watching him internally flail to come up with an excuse. So you relinquish your hold on him. “Hey, no need to agree. Thanks for visiting me, I’ll be sure to thank Tim properly for such a wonderful opportunity.”

“Wait.” He says quickly, reaching out before awkwardly dropping his hands. “It’s not that I don’t want to… it’s just… it would be unethical for me to kiss you… when you have no idea who i am… for all you know… I could be your best friend… and you wouldn’t be comfortable kissing your friend would you?” He asks and you pretend to contemplate. Tapping your finger to your chin as if your deep in thought.

“I dunno… my best friend is Tim Drake. I wouldn’t be mad kissing him.” You tease, grinning at this dumbstruck fool.

“You wouldn’t?” You shake your head.

“Tim is smart, handsome, driven, incredibly kind… I wouldn’t mind one little bit if I found out you’re Tim.“ You coo and before you know it. Red Robin steps forward, grabbing your cheeks and yanking you forward as he plants a wet kiss to your lips. He moans into the kiss with the greatest relief. As if he has been holding his breath for years and finally he has broken the surface and gotten to breathe.

You return the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth with the sweetest sigh Tim has ever heard in his life.