To Catch MeIt was another one of those nights where Dick had sought out for his boyfriend's warmth so as to sleep peacefully. He was currently curled up against Wally's bare back, rising and falling with each breath, both submersed in a deep sleep. Dick was in a dream. He dreamt that he was back at the circus, performing one of his favorite routines alongside his loving parents. He was laughing and grinning widely, enjoying the feel of flying through the air with so much ease. Outside his dreams, Dick was slowly rolling away from Wally across the bed, heading straight for the edge of the bed.
In his dream the frequency between flips and airborne sumersaults increased, the tempo of their act increasing at an alarming rate. He felt slightly uneasy but he comforted himself with the fact that he knew his parents would always be there to catch him if he fell, to protect him when he was in danger. Back in reality, Dick rolled again, jerkily, his face scrunching up in wariness. Wally remained sound asle
How Do You Know?Robin stood in front of his boyfriend Wally West's bedroom door, clutching the edge of his bright red pajama shirt tightly, biting his lower lip. He desperately wanted to go in, but not because he was feeling freaky that night, no. It was just one of those nights; a night where all the bad in your life hits you like a kick in the chest by an elephant, where you feel vulnerable and helpless, and you just want someone to hold you while you let it all out. He yearned to be enclosed in the wonderful embrace of his lover but he wondered to himself if Wally would try something more or shoo him away for disturbing his sleep. That was the last thing Robin wanted.How Do You Know?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But finally he decided that what would happen would happen and pushed open the door. He made sure not to make too much noise, closing the door behind without so much as a squeak. He quietly made his way over to the sleeping figure on the bed of his boyfriend. Robin took a moment to revel in the moment, enjoying watching the
Little DevilDick Grayson was probably going to get killed for this later but at that moment he didn't really care. Bruce had given him and his boyfriend Wally some more freedom but that probably didn't include sleeping in the same bed, him with only a too-big shirt and his partner wearing only pants. The Boy Wonder had been allowed to have a sleepover at Wally's place with Barry supervising and being the boys they were, a food fight broke out a mere two hours after he'd gotten there. This wouldn't have been a problem if Dick's spare clothes hadn't been caught in the crossfire. They were currently in the washer and Barry had been the one to suggest borrowing some of Wally's clothes. When it was time for bed (translation: Wally got sleepy), Dick had merely slipped off the too-big shorts and settled for the giant black T-shirt that read "Little Devil" in bright yellow letters as his nightwear. He'd hesitated about climbing into bed with the ginger but being the encouraging person he was, Uncle BarryLittle Devil5 years ago in Romance More Like This
What's HardRobin sat at one of the many wooden tables in the public library, reading a book detaliling all the latest computer technology. The entire team was there, mostly because of Megan. She had said she'd wanted to go an Earth library for the longest time. Superboy had never been to one and Kald'r could always use more books so there was really no debate about it. So there they were. Megan and Superboy were browsing the nonfiction while Kald'r was in the non-fiction. And KF was...moving around from shelf to shelf, never staying in one place for too long.What's Hard5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Short attention span and all that.
Any other day Robin would have smiled at the redhead's erratic behavior but not today. He was not in a good mood. Pissed off was an understatement. And it was all KF's fault. The speedster circled around a few more times before slipping into the seat next to the young hero.
"Hey Rob what's-"
"Shhhhhh!" Several voices hissed in unision, irritation clear on their daces.
"Sorry," KF whispered with a shrug. Her
Never Too Fast for MeWally West was curled up on his bed with his little Robin tucked into his arms. Both boys were far into the world of sleep, absorbed into their dreams. However, Wally's was more of a nightmare. He was being chased by a number of terrible creatures: giant taco heads, meat monsters, and tuna salad. Mirroring his actions in the dream, Wally's real body squirmed as he tried to get away. Deciding he was getting absolutely nowhere, he revved up his speed dramatically. He went faster than he'd thought he'd ever gone before, turning into nothing more than a blur. In a few seconds he stopped, looking over his shoulder to make sure the monsters were no longer on his trail.Never Too Fast for Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whew, that was a close-" His throat constricted tightly as he took in his nearby surroundings. Everything was black, white, and gray and nothing besides him seemed to be moving; not the wind, not the birds, and especially not the people. Wally remembered this situation before, remembered the tightness in his chest and stomach
AnythingWally sped towards Wayne Manor at top speed, feet pounding into the ground below him. He'd just gotten a call from Alfred, the butler asking him if he could come over because something was wrong with Dick. That was all he needed to hear. He hadn't even bothered putting the phone back onto its hook before rushing out the door, concern overtaking him. He reached his destination within seconds, grateful that the giant doors of the mansion were left wide open. He put on the brakes as saw Alfred standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to the bedrooms.Anything5 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What's wrong, Alfred? What happened?!" he asked the butler franctically.
"I don't really know, sir. Master Richard just came home wearing a big black coat and went up to his room, not saying a thing." Alfred's face fell with worry. "He's locked himself up in there and won't come down for anything-not even for food. Something's definitely happened to him but he won't talk to me. But maybe he'll talk to you."
Wally nodded, determination cl
Always WelcomeDick hurried down the street towards Wayne Manor having told Alfred not to pick him up after school, coming up with the terrible lie that he had extra work to do. He kept his head low, fingers gripping the straps of his backpack tightly. He practically flew over the steps leading to the door and rang the bell, Alfred appearing in the doorway mere seconds later.Always Welcome5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ah, welcome home Master Richard," the trusty butler began. "How was your day at sch-"
"Fine, thank you Alfred," Dick replied in a rushed tone, gliding past the slightly startled butler.
"Master Richard?" The dark-haired teen ignored his name and continued on his pathway to his room.
"I thought you'd like to know-"
As Dick climbed the stairs, almost reaching his solitude and not paying attention to anything else, a familiar voice reached out to him and he froze.
"Hey Dick!" the new voice said cheerfully.
"-that someone's here to see you," Alfred finished too late, facepalming discreetly. The young teen knew who the voice belonge
Perfect SleeperI never thought that Dick and I would ever share the same bed together.Perfect Sleeper4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sure, I've thought about it because deep down inside I love him and wouldn't rather do anything besides that, but I never thought it would actually happen. It's only happening now because Alfred said he'd forgotten to prepare a room for me for our sleepover. I still find that weird. I mean, Alfred not being prepared? That makes no sense. But like everything else I'll just push it aside until tomorrow.
Something warm brushes against my bare side and I stiffen. I turn my head on my pillow (which is amazingly soft and fluff)in the direction it came from and am greeted with Dick's peacefully sleeping face-eyes closed, red lips parted, expression relaxed-resting just a few inches away from my own.
I cut my eyes downward to look at my side and find his tiny, pale fingers grazing the skin softly. The warmth from his light touch is amazing and it makes me yearn for more contact between us. I a
Welcome HomeWally West entered his homey bedroom with a tired expression, tossing his bag to the floor and flopping face-first onto his bouncy bed. He'd just saw Dick (and Bruce) off as they got on a plane for california for a mission restricted to just the two of them. he'd hugged Dick tightly and asked him to be careful. He'd even reminded him to bring back a cool souvenir to which the smaller boy had laughed and promised to with a "sure." The young hero had promised he'd be back before Wally knew it but he couldn't disagree more. It had only been a mere 20 minutes and already the ginger was missing him so much. He didn't know how he would survive a week, maybe two!, without being able to see his little bird; to touch him, hold him, kiss him.Welcome Home5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inbearable was an understatement.
Wally just lay there, face buried into the softness that was his pillow, until he heard a small sound.
He turned his head slightly to find the source of the light sound.
His emerald-green e
HuggableI'm stunned. I really didn't think anything could be this Frickin' adorable.Huggable4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I've just walked into my bedroom, exhausted as hell from school and everything, and I'm rooted to the spot by what I see. Dick's laying on top of my bed, curled up against the pillows, eyes closed in deep sleep. He looks so peaceful like that that it alone is enough to send my heart racing. But what really gets me is that he's hugging a stuffed animal (mine), a small, brown teddy bear, close against his tiny chest. One of his pale cheeks is nuzzling up against it, the breath escaping his rose-red lips rustling its soft-looking fur, knees tucked tightly against its body.
I swear to God it's taking all the self control in my body not to pounce on him.
My backpack slides smoothly down my arm onto the floor with a quiet thud and I make my way over to the bed behind him. I place one knee on the edge and push myself up, the bed creaking slightly as it takes on my weight. Carefully I crawl over and lower my fa
AgainI, Wally West, am wearing a suit. No my usual superhero threads, but a tux. And I have to say I look pretty damn good. Why am I wearing this you ask? Well Batman told all of us to go to this dance at Gotham Academy to, and I quote, "look out for suspicious persons." That is the truth, but not the whole truth. He really wants us to go make sure nothing happens to Dick at that party, even though I'm the only one who will even recognize him.Again5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Oh God have I screwed up things this time. I am the definition of stupid. I've screwed things up so bad you don't even wanna know how bad I screwed things up. He won't talk to me or even look at me. He'll even leave the room if I walk in.
Yeah. It's pretty damn bad.
With a sigh I walk out of my room and down the stairs where the rest of my teammates wait for my late ass. Kald'r and Supey are both wearing normal, dark suits, M'gann is wearing a simple blue spaghetti-strap dress, and Artemis...
"It took you two hours to look like
DealDick stopped mid-step as he entered his roomy bedroom, ice-cold glass of lemonade frozen to his palm, bright blue eyes glued to the sight before him. Wally West was passed out on his floor with no shirt on, sleeping as peacefully as a baby. The teen looked all too comfortable down there, limbs sprawled about in ways Dick didn't even think were possible. He just stood there and watched him, still unsure of what to do. Then a familiar voice calling up to him from the bottom of the stairs snapped him back to reality.Deal5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Oh shit, Bruce.
"I'm coming upstairs! We need to have a little talk. Hide whatever you don't want me to see." The slight chuckle in the older man's voice said it as a guy-to-guy joke but to Dick that meant life or death, especially after that shirt fiasco a few weeks earlier. He practically threw his drink onto his night stand before rushing over and trying to wake his sleeping lover.
"Rrrrgh! Come on, Wally! You have to wake up!" he half-whispered half-shouted
Always SorryDick bolted out of his desk as soon as the final bell of the day rang, whisking his backpack onto his shoulders as he exited the classroom. It had been some time since the day that had started with a beating and ended in his boyfriend's comforting embrace. His eye was back to normal and the cut on his cheek almost completely gone. He hadn't had a confrontation since then.Always Sorry5 years ago in Drama More Like This
The young student rushed down the stairs, eager for a nice, smooth ride home and to avoid the troublesome bullies he'd managed to evade for the past few days. As he rounded the corner and headed out onto the well-groomed front yard, his eyes scanned for the familiar sleek black car to take him home. Instead he found a lanky red-head leaning up against one of the railings, lips curling into a smile as their eyes met. Dick couldn't keep his pace from quickening with excitement, astonished expression on his face, a smile of his own threatening to appear.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he got within
PerfectDick's POVPerfect5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Aaaaah...Baths are the best.
As I lower myself into the hot, bubbly water of the bathrub my muscles start to relax immediately, the wamrth a very welcome comfort. I do wince when it comes into contatc with my lastest gift from the Joker, though; a new cut on my left arm from his crazy knife. But it'll heal soon and the pain's not that bad so I deal with it. I sit there for a while, playing with the pink (yes,pink), foamy bubbles and let the warm water do its job. After a while I decide I should actually wash. When I do, I notice all of the tiny peach scars dotting my palte skin through the soap and my heart falls. They're a constant remind of the real danger I face very night, of the life I've chosen to live, and the mistakes I've made along the way.
Great, isn't it?
I take the soapy washcloth and try to reach behind me to get at my back. I can't. My latest scar still pulses with pain every time I reach too high.
Just then the door cracks open and I think it
FirstAdorable.First5 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's the only way I can describe my boyfriend Dick Grayson as he sits beside me on the couch in Wayne Manor telling me about his latest trip out of town. Wait, country. He'd been gone for the past week (unbearable) for this fundraiser in some country in Africa. I swear this is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. He's telling me about the happy children, the elephants and tigers and a bunch of other animals with names I don't remember, and the dude that slipped into a pile of you-know-what. But ya know what?
I'm barely even listening.
I'm paying more attention to him instead of what he's actually saying. Sounds horrible and incredibly thoughtless, right? But he's speaking and moving with such enthusiasm that I can't take my eyes off him for even a moment. His electric blue eyes are bright with laughter, tiny lips stretched into a brilliant smile, and arms flying through the air with such animation and vigor that it makes me smile back at him before my br
The Perfect MomentWally's school has just let out for the day and I spot him exiting the building from my spot on the sidewalk. Almost immediately I see a group of way-too-pretty schoolgirls make a beeline for him. The expression on his face as he notices them tells me all I need to know. They are my targets.The Perfect Moment5 years ago in Drama More Like This
And they are going to pay.
I watch as the prance over to him, wolves in sheep's clothing with massive grins on their faces. They block Wally's path and he's forced to stop, his shoulders sagging int that way I've seen so many many times when he's just tired and annoyed of something. I can't really blame him in this case. Who I infer to be the leader, a strawberry blonde chick with boobs that are way too big starts talking to him and his open in short, crisp responses. This is where my plan can come into action. I've placed some devices all over the school yard (you don't wanna know what kind) that'll give them a very very rude awakening call. I've already got my hand on the control pad. I wait for
Worth ItAlfred's POVWorth It5 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's started again.
It has been a week since Young Master Wallace left on his camping trip with his uncle, Master Barry and of course Young Master Richard isn't sleeping regularly again. He does get an occaisional nap but nothing near what his young body requires. It would not be so hard if he could call his missed boyfriend but apparently his uncle has taken his technology and has forbid him from leaving early this time. The poor boys. There must be a way to avoid all of this.
The phone rings and walk to the nearest one to answer it.
"Hello, this is Alfred Pennyworth of Wayne Manor. How may I help you today?"
"Young Master Wallace, I thought that you were banned from technology."
"I was-I mean I am. But we stopped at this town and they had a pay phone so I called. Uncle Barry's bartering with the cashier over some walnuts."
Why am I not surprised in the least?
"I just had to call, Alfie. How's Dick?" There is deep concern in his voice and I
One of Many More To ComeCarnivals.One of Many More To Come4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I've been to a few, some longer than I would have liked, but never alone with Wally. Never with only me and him navigating through the walkways and brightlights, occaisionally joining hands and laughing together about things only we would find funny. When he called me the other night about it I was skeptical to go. Usually with things like this, he'd invite the whole team. But he kept begging and begging and begging so what was I supposed to do?
Now I'm watching him sit down on a stool at a watergun game booth from the side with a goof grin splashed onto his lips. Once he gets settled and his fingers grip the handles, the smile dissolves into a frown of pure concentration and his eyes narrow with determination. Anyone would think it's silly for him to get so serious over something like this, but for me.... I know him and it makes absolutely perfect sense. Plus, it's kinda sexy.
The bell sounds off and the water jets out from each gun in streams, Wally's hitting the target fi
Get MeI'm lying down in a bed that's not mine and the person next to me is not Wally.Get Me5 years ago in Humor More Like This
I'm on this stupid mathelete trip for a tournament and because of a room mix up, there aren't enough beds for everyone to have their own. So I'm sharing. And I'm not getting a wink of sleep. I don't even know who this guy is. Sure, we're on the same team but we don't talk. At all.
This warmth next to me isn't Wally's. It's not familiar, or comforting, or safe. This breathing isn't his. It's erratic and noisy and just plain annoying. And when he brushes against me because he's a wild sleeper, it's just not the same. Heavy and rough, not smooth and gentle. Instead of soft wisps of breath, my ears are greeted with thundering snores that tear at my eardrums.
I hate it.
I'm cold, too. The dude beside me is so huge and greedy that he's taken all of the covers for himself. With me in nothing but a thin T-shirt and shorts, it's freezing in here. At least when Wally does that he ends up turning around and hugging me
Love HurtsI am a speedster. Therefore, I like friction. It's like my second best friend. Running for miles on end on a paved road is one of my favorite things to do because I can get a solid grip with my feet on the ground and be off. Ice skating on the other hand is the exact opposite.Love Hurts4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dick called me the other day, telling me that his class was taking a trip to an ice-skating rink (I have no idea why) and asking me if I wanted to go too. Usually I'd say no right then and there but 1)Dick asked me 2)he sounded kinda desperate. How could I say no to my boyfriend if he did all that?
So here I am; slipping and sliding and falling on my ass every two seconds.
"Pfffhaha. What is that? Fall number 20?" Dick laughs as he passes by me who's fallen ass-first onto the ice again. I'm gonna have a bruise the size of a pancake in the morning.
"Shut up!" I shout back. He gives me that little, mischeveous giggle of his before spinning and skating off into another group of people. I clutch the nearby
Through Your Eyes"Stay with me, stay with me, STAY WITH ME!"Through Your Eyes5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Robin practically screamed the words as he shook his wounded lover below him, rain pounding against their figures relentlessly. His emerald eyes were almost completely hidden by his eyelids, his breathing shallow, his voice small.
"Rob..." the ginger said quietly.
"Oh God this is all my fault..." Robin practically choked on the words. "Stay awake!"
Mere hours before, the team had been sent on a mission against the Joker, to find out his latest scheme, not to take him down. Robin had agreed with his mentor on that; he knew what the madman was capable of and couldn't bear to see his friends suffer like that. However, things hadn't gone quite according to plan. While shifting through the Joker's Top Secret files he'd triggered an alarm that had alerted the entire base of their presence. While trying to escape, he had been cornered with no way to escape by the Joker himself, gun barrel pointed directly at his heart rapidly beating heart. A
Ask AlfredI'm now sitting in the dark and damp Batcave with my big T-shirt and short gym shorts on, legs pulled up into Bruce's Big Chair in front of the super computer. I can't sleep. Again. And I don't know why. It's been 3 days since Wally went off on some trip with his uncle so he's not here and I can't even call to talk to him. It's lonely. I'm not gonna dare talk to Bruce. Not because I don't think he won't listen but because I'll probably end up rambling about my boyfriend and I don't think he wants to hear that right now. Alfred would be perfect to talk to but he deserves a good night's rest.Ask Alfred5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wait. Who am I kidding? Alfred doesn't sleep.
And as if to prove my point he appears at the entrance and walks down the stairs, a tray with two hot, steaming mugs of what I hope is hot chocolate in his hands.
"Good evening, Master Richard. Or should I say Good Morning?" he says to me as he hands over a mug. His question makes perfect sense; it's 3'o clock on the morning. "Can't sleep?"
I nod my head
ClothesDick Grayson laid in his bed sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the previous night's wonderful events. he dreamt of his date with Wally (though he'd never call it that in front of Bruce), how thet had gone to see the most action-packed movie availabe, lightly touching and nuzzling each other during the slow, romantic parts. He dreamt of their dinner at the local burger joint, stealing each other''s salty fries and cracking jokes between enourmous bites of food. And he dreamed of their walk by the lake which had ended with Dick falling into the ice-cold water beside them. He dreamed of how Wallt gad invited him back to his place to dry off since wallking into Wayne Manor dripping wet wouldn't have brought forth the best results. They had entered the house quietly, tiptoed up to Wally's room, sat down on his bed, and-Clothes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That's where it began to all blur together. Smooth rubs on arms and shoulders. Small pecks on cheeks, foreheads, and noses. A pair of lips covering his own, pullin
InspirationWhy me?Inspiration5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Being stuck with an English assignment is fine but having to write an entire short story in a week? That's impossible, even for me. And of all the genres, themes, and topics I could possibly get, I get Romance thrown at me. I can't write romance! That's, like, a girl thing!
For the 10th time this afternoon I slam my head hard against the solid, glass coffee table in defeat. I have no inspiration whatsoever. Zero. Zip. Nada. I'm empty.
How on Earth do people do this for a living?
Then I hear the mansion's welcoming doorbell ring and Alfred's there in an instant, opening the door with a tiny smile.
"Welcome, Young Master Wallace. Here at 3:30 as usual."
Wally walks in with a spring in his step and a giant grin on his face, freckled cheeks rising in joy. I sit up and lean back onto the back of the soft, leather couch with a small sigh. It's always great to see him and I love how even though he's late for everything else, he's never late to see me. As soon as he enters
Can't Help Myself"S'not fair."Can't Help Myself5 years ago in Romance More Like This
I turn around and to look at my boyfriend Wally who's sitting on the edge of my bed looking like a sad puppy who just lost his favorite bone. I sigh heavily as I finish tying my navy blue tie. I hate seeing him like this, especially when it's all my fault he's feeling that way.
"I'm sorry, Wally. I'm really, really sorry," I say for the 10th time tonight. "But Bruce didn't invite you and he won't change his mind no matter what I say."
"Stingy old man."
"Hey, man." I walk over to him and poke him hard in the forehead. "Don't talk about him like that."
"Hmph. He pouts, half in joke, before taking both of my tiny hands in his large ones and pulling me closer to wrap his arms around my slim waist. "Well if I can't go, why can't you stay?"
When he talks to me in that soft, gentle tone, it makes me want to do anything and everything he asks of me, if if I really shouldn't.
"Because you know what Bruce'll do if I stay behind, especially if he finds out it was because of you."