#batflashweek

"Are you sure he'll be alright?" Wally asked Doctor Mid-Nite with a worried frown. 

"I'm right here, you know," muttered Bruce, though his voice was without venom. It was softer than usual, and the fact that it was directed at Wally made Clark feel off-balance.

Doctor Mid-Nite smiled. "He'll be fine, but I'd rather he stay here overnight for observation just to be safe." 

"See," said Bruce, looking up at Wally. "No need to fret. I'm fine."

"Knowing you, you'll take the first chance available to get out of bed and back to work." 

"I won't." Clark swore Bruce was pouting. It was... really weird. 

Wally patted Bruce's hand. "That's because I'm going to make sure you won't." Bruce glared at Wally, but there was a distinct lack of malice.

"That's unnecessary. I'll be fine."

"I'd rather know for sure you're getting the rest you need." Wally stared pointedly at Bruce. "Besides, It'll give me a chance to start that book Alfie leant me." Alfie?

"You know he probably hates that nickname."

Wally shrugged, sitting down in a chair next to Bruce's bed. "If he says something I'll stop."

"He won't."

"Fine, how about I call him Al?"

"That's worse."

The two were so utterly domestic, and it left Clark feeling as if a rug had been torn out from under him. Since when had the two been so close? Since when had Wally been spending time at the manor to the point that he had regular interactions with Alfred. Why was Bruce smiling so softly at Wally, like the redhead had hung all the stars in the void of the night sky. And why in god's name were they holding hands?

Clark's mouth moved faster than his impulse control.

"Are you two dating?"

The two stared at him, and Clark wished very hard that he could fly around the world and turn back time to before he said that.

"...What." 

Silence prevailed a few moments more.

"Are we dating?" Wally asked with a look more thoughtful than Clark had ever seen on his face. Bruce turned to look at Wally, though that did not lessen Clark's distinct sense that Bruce might just kill him. 

Now it was Wally's turn to get Clark and Bruce's incredulous looks, but he just shrugged them off like nothing. "It's a good question. Would you like to? Date, I mean?"

Bruce was quiet for a moment, and Clark could all but hear the cogs turning in the skull of the world's greatest detective, emotional inept extraordinaire. 

"Yes." And that was that. Clark felt distinctly like an intruder as he watched Wally lean down and press a kiss against Bruce's lips, a warm grin straining the speedster's cheeks. Even Bruce was smiling, albeit slightly.