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When Wally finally made it to his school’s courtyard, his arms were full of books and the graded exams his teacher had passed out last minute. His phone was balanced between his hand and his science textbook, the message Dick sent him hours ago still unread due to the angle. His stop at his locker hadn’t helped his full arms – his backpack already practically bursting with the notebooks and papers.
Finals had just officially ended, which meant he was one step closer to graduating and he couldn’t be happier. Even if he was just heading to a university after he finishes with his community college units – which he thankfully managed to start wracking in whilst still in high school. Dual enrollment was the best thing he has ever done in terms of his education, seeing as he’ll manage to get his schooling done faster.
Superheroes and school did not match. Wally has no idea how he’s lasted so long and managed to keep decent grades.
The speedster stumbled slightly with his next step, his books jerking slightly, unbalanced. He huffed a sigh as he rearranged his hold on his supplies, cramming a few books under his arm and with his newly free hand, he moved to unlock his phone.
“Is that the Dick Grayson?” he hears by his side and jerked to look up.
Suddenly, he notices how quiet it is. It’s the end of the week and finals just ended – from all his previous experiences, everyone should be fighting each other to leave the school ground first. It’s always loud and bustling, but now it’s quieter. People are lingering in their groups by the school gates and stare at a random teenager leaning against a car at the front.
Wally does a doubletake.
The random teenager is wearing what Wally knows is the uniform Gotham Academy – or at least the undershirt and pants that probably cost more than Wally’s usual lunch does. His dark hair is artfully tousled, an easy smile resting on his full lips, phone in his hand as he leaned against a car with a shiny, deep blue color. A car that Wally remembers helping Dick rebuild in the Batcave.
Wally gaped at his boyfriend before hurriedly unlocking his phone. Dick’s text message from three classes ago stared at him tauntingly.
See you after school. I’m going to pick you up ;)
“Oh my God,” Wally muttered, slightly hysterical.
Batman was going to murder him. There is no way people won’t find out about Dick Grayson-Wayne picking him up from school. Kid Flash might be famous but Wally West isn’t; some random high schooler getting picked up by a celebrity – because of course Dick is famous – is going to be in all the gossiping tabloids he and Dick snicker at within the hour.
And if he ends up in the tabloids with Dick Grayson-Wayne, the Team will most definitely find out. Batman is going to kill him.
Wally peeks back up to his boyfriend, swallowing when Dick runs a hand through his curly hair. He’s been growing it out a bit longer than usual, and it framed his tan skin and fell across his forehead beautifully. It honestly wasn’t fair. At all.
Okay, screw it. If Batman kills him, Wally will just blame Dick and make a run for it.
Wally kickstarts himself, shaking his head slightly, and then continued his stride. He can tell the moment Dick noticed him – the way his slight smile grew, his eyes crinkling as he put his phone down and looked over to the crowd. The whispers grew, people wondering who the celebrity was here for. Dick made his way around the car, shoving his phone in his pocket when he got closer to Wally.
“Hey, Babe,” He said, sly grin growing.
“What are you doing here?” Wally asked, slightly breathless.
“What, I can’t come see the light of my life?” Dick asked dramatically, taking Wally’s books. “I got burgers in the car.”
“God, I love you.” Wally said and Dick laughed.
“I know.” He winked.
The younger opened the car door with all the dramatics of his usual self, leaning in and pressing a kiss against Wally’s lips before Wally could launch himself into the car. The kiss lasted longer than what would be considered okay for being out in public, especially if one person in the relationship was Famous, capital f, but Wally melted into it nonetheless. Dick was grinning mischievously when he pulled back – a look Wally has seen on him hundreds of times before, yet it somehow still got his stomach filled with butterflies – and then practically pranced to the driver side.
“What are you doing here?” Wally asked again when they were both successfully in the car, but he was smiling.
Dick tangled their fingers together as he placed his other hand over the steering wheel. “B said I could tell the Team.” He said, grinning. “I thought we could have some fun with it.”
Wally laughed loudly as the car took off. “You’re a menace.”
“You know it, baby,” Dick teased.
It took exactly two hours for the articles to be on every tabloid. There were three articles focused on just Wally, speculating who he was, how he met Dick, how they got together. Dick choked on his soda due to his laughter when he read the article that suggested Wally was Dick’s early start on having a sugar baby.
With the articles came the texts. Artemis sent three in quick succession – is this u? Wally how do u know Dick Grayson-WAYNE? ANSWER UR PHNE DAMNIT – his friends sent several memes in the group chat before sending a long series of questions, and then the Team’s group chat – which Dick set up when he was fourteen and sent several, very stupid memes every day, to this day – also started to blow up.
“Oh, come on,” Wally said, laughing when he saw Dick reply into the group chat.
“What?” Dick asked, blinking innocently.
“’Come on Walls-man, why didn’t you tell your bestie you were getting that Dick’?” Wally repeated, guffawing.
“It’s a classic!” Dick protested and they both promptly started to giggle like school girls.
“You’re terrible,” Wally said.
“Not as bad as you,” Dick argued.
“Yes, you total are, babe.” Wally laughed and leaned over the center console to plant a kiss across Dick’s lips.
Dick grinned, kissing back as he tangled a hand in Wally’s hair, and for a long while, the only talking in the car came from the radio.
By the time Wally headed to the Cave, the entire team was there. Dick – who had left roughly fifteen minutes before Wally did, to keep up appearances as I’m-Robin-Not-Dick-Grayson, because he is a gremlin – stared at him from the couch with a playfully betrayed expression. The others in the team were watching him either curiously or angrily.
“You’re dating Dick Grayson,” Artemis accuses the moment Wally opens his mouth to greet them.
“Uh,” Wally drew out, “Yes?”
“How long?”
“A year,” Wally said after a moment, hesitant.
Artemis blew out a deep breath. Zatanna and M’gann looked shocked, Kaldur’s eyes widened, and Conner looked more confused than anything. Dick merely laughed.
“I thought you were dating Robin?” Conner asked after a moment.
“Why would you think that?” Dick cut in, eyebrows furrowed as he cackled, “Wally’s, like, my best friend.”
Conner’s mouth opened and closed for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve heard you guys sneak into each other’s room all the time. And you aren’t exactly…platonic.”
“So, you’re cheating on Rich Boy,” Artemis said flatly, crossing his arms.
“Of course not,” Wally pressed a hand over his head, “I’m very loyal to Dick. I’d never cheat on anyone, let alone him!”
“You make constant moon eyes at Robin,” Zatanna pitched in slowly, eyeing him.
“Are you just using Grayson as a rebound?” Artemis asked, eyes lighting up in the way it did when she usually figured out a puzzle.
“Shit, am I, Babe?” Wally looked over to Dick with wide eyes.
“You better not be, I’m invested now.” Dick responded, flipping his sunglasses up to glare at Wally accusingly.
It was silent for a long moment. Dick grinned at their friends.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”