#flyingtrxpeze

     “You’re such an IDIOT.” He’s speaking into the other’s shoulder, arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. But his words are DROWNED in a tone that says he loves him anyways. Because Wally was here with him again, real and true. He’s SHAKING, he knows, softly trembling in Wally’s arms as he all but clutches to him. It’s been years, he’s allowed a little weakness.

     “Do me a favor, lay off the calculatedrisks for a while?”

     Wally hummed, rubbing Dick’s back as he was held. “Mm, yes. Yeah, I know. Your idiot, and all that.” He pressed his nose to Dick’s hair, half-concealing his growing smile. He was sorry, incredibly sorry, and still shaken from the ordeal but Dick was here and he was here and they were both safe and so he was happy. He held on a little tighter when he noticed the trembling, shifting to press a quick kiss to the top of his head.

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17- sensual kiss ( too lazy 2 screenshoot)

it's a gentle kiss that starts at the spine & travels along each vertibrae, each knotch. hands follow after, fingers digging into the tight knot he had set out to unwind earlier--he'd offered a massage as a simple 'good job' on a mission completed. he's quite giving, rewarding, when he's in a good mood. & he's in a great one tonight. because it's just him, Dick, & dick. at least that's what he said would happen--to keep his rep straight--but he's more than happy to have to laid back night.

'you're tense,' he hums against Dick's ear & his teeth find the curve of it to bite, softly. 'is it my fault?'

he's a horrible tease. even worse when it comes to playing innocent. so he doesn't. his arm reaches around Dick's shoulder & fingers tilt his head backwards. & suddenly he's nervous--as if he's still that same kid that met him so long ago. any close friend of his knows that the confident & boasting nature of his only runs so deep; too often he has moments of uncertainty, of distress. but he's determined not to let this be one of them.

Kon pushes back the dark waves of his hair & brushes his lips against Dick's in a chaste kiss--something he's not known for. but the dreamy moonlight streaming through the window has turned him from a wolf to a puppy, evident when he nuzzles up against the other boy's warm back.

'if you're thinkin' of gettin' up, good luck. I'm not movin'.'

    ❝ I didn’t realize that this was a competition, but would it really matter if it was? ❞ The older hero looks to the younger, a playful smile pulling at the edges of his lips. Scarlet covered arms crossed over his chest, satisfaction begins to radiate from the redhead. Never has he imagined Dick Grayson to give up his chatter --- not for a minute; this is priceless.

      Sliding his shoulder over, the teen takes it about himself to lean against the wall. The sound of applause in the background lingers as the fireworks continue to boom. Speedy’s never been one to back from a dare, and surely Robin expected no less. Red brows cross forward, and he scans the shorter hero. There’s no way his kiss was slacking --- Roy NEVER under performs. After all, he’s been deemed winner of whatever challenge this happens to be. Now the question that crosses his mind is something along the lines of ‘Why is Dick so stunned.’ Taking a step forward, the archer uncrosses his arms and places a hand on Robin’s shoulder.

     Dick’s seated, gaze blank as he stares at – nothing, actually. He hasn’t exactly been paying attention to anything for at least the past hour, sat slumped with his arms tuckedaround his torso. “I told you I’ll be fine.” He says, tone stern. But the matter of fact is, he won’tbe. Not if he doesn’t talk about it. Canary’s therapy session? Helped. But of course it wasn’t going to repair everything. No, not after everything they’d went through. The scars weren’t shown on their bodies like with some other traumas. They couldn’t wrap it up and forget about it a few weeks later.

     He’s quiet. So what was he supposed to do, then? The only people to turn to had to be those who’d experienced it with him. Who better to confide in then his best friend, who’d ‘died’ by his side? His tense demeanor slowly fades, Dick’s expression softening out as he exhales. “ … No, you know what? Okay. I’ll talk.”

     “You first, though.”

      Wally snorted, turning his face to look up at the ceiling. He should’ve been comfortable, laying on his back, but he was tense and agitated and it made him an ass. More of an ass than usual. “I think that’s bullshit, and you should know that won’t work on me.” But maybe he didn’t. Wally hasn’t been the same, as hard as he tried to pretend otherwise. He was out of it, maybe Dick didn’t think he’d notice? How awful.

       Wally’s brows raised in surprise. He expected more of a fight, but Dick... agreed to talk. Well, Wally was the only one to resist talking so much, he shouldn’t be surprised. He grimaced at the condition set, forcing himself not to make a flippant remark or flat out run. “Are you kidding me?” He sighed, closing his eyes.

      Maybe he should talk. He couldn’t keep going like this, he couldn’t focus or sleep. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to do anything. He couldn’t hide it anymore, so something had to change. As much as he loathed the thought of spilling what bothered him... this was his best friend. If he couldn’t talk to him...?

      “Fine. I’ll talk.” He folded his hands over his stomach, eyes firmly shut. “I know I should be bothered that we died. A-and I am, but. It’s not the worst way to go. I’m not upset with it. I mean, I’m upset you died too, I wish it’d just been me. I was upset over Arty’s death. We all were, but. I don’t know. I didn’t think any of us could really die. I mean- I did, I did, in that fucking pool, never gonna be over that, but.” He groaned. “This is a mess- this is why I don’t talk about my feelings, but whatever.”

     He sat up, chest heaving once, twice, then he steadied it. “Kaldur pushed me out of the way.” His brow furrowed. “Then he died. I saw it. It should’ve been me. He would’ve died later, but... I-I don’t understand. He’s our leader, sure, but he didn’t have to do that. Why did he do that?” He pushed his face into his hands. “Barry and Iris died too. I know I knew it was a simulation when they did, but it still hurts. Everything hurts. I’m so tired, I just want everything to stop. I want us all to be okay, I want to help, but I can’t think straight and I think dying would’ve been better than this.”

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