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“Richard, you’re trending on Twitter. Hashtag Everybody Loves Richard Wayne.”
Dick looked up from the book open in front of him. It wasn’t often that he found himself sitting for long periods of time reading since he preferred audiobooks due to his general restlessness, but since Jason had made a joke about the impossibility of Dick sitting and reading, Dick had decided to prove him wrong. Even if it did result in Dick doing yoga poses while reading to combat his restless spirit.
And because they wanted to torture him, Damian and Tim had decided to keep him company and make jokes, too, until Dick started ignoring them.
This led them to that moment with Damian scrolling idly on his phone, just as bored as Dick, but of course, he found something interesting.
“What’d I do this time?” Dick asked, taking the pause in reading to stretch in his splits.
The paparazzi tended to latch onto some of the most mundane things when it came to the Wayne family, so Dick genuinely had no idea what he was trending for. It could have been for something as simple as his coffee order. But he did find it amusing that that was the hashtag. Who or what was the internet breaking over loving him?
Damian scrolled further and then stopped on a tweet that had a linked article. He paused upon seeing the title in the preview of the tweet and gaped.
WAYNE HEIR HAS A SUPER AFFAIR
“What the fuck, Richard?” Damian asked abruptly, causing both Tim and Dick to snap their heads up to him due to the utterly genuine appall in his tone.
Oh, Dick was going to strangle Jason for teaching him that Vine. Ever since he was shown it, Damian liked to use it when Dick did “dumb” things like hugging him or jumping off buildings when they patrolled together. Totally “dumb” things. But never before had Damian said the reference with such visceral shock.
Tim leaned over from his spot on the opposite end of the couch to read over Damian’s shoulder, he gasped upon reading the headline.
“No!” Tim exclaimed, lips inching up into a grin. “Bruce is gonna kill you.”
Dick’s expression pinched as he slowly moved out of the splits. “What?” he asked.
Tearing his eyes away from his phone screen, Damian lowered his phone and with a scowl said, “You kissed West.”
Tim fully grinned as he added, “And it’s trending.”
It took a moment for Dick to fully realize what the internet was freaking out about. It wasn’t that he kissed Wally West. It was that he kissed Keystone’s Flash.
Dick slowly closed his eyes and ducked his head down. “Shit. Shit!” He quickly got up, ignoring the tingling feeling in his legs from sitting in the splits for too long.
“You better run, Dick,” Tim said, still grinning.
“Father’s going to find out any minute,” Damian said gravely.
“How long has it been trending?” Dick asked. “If I can make the garage, maybe—”
Dick was cut off by the loud sound of an incoherent yell coming from another part of the manor, and he along with his brothers flinched at the sound, knowing it had undoubtedly come from Bruce.
Tim adjusted his book in his lap as he smirked down at it and said, “I’m sure he already knows.”
The incoherent yelling continued, none of the three able to make out specific words, but soon after it started, Jason stuck his head into the library and asked, “The fuck is he yelling about? I know it’s not about me. I haven’t done anything today.”
They then all flinched at the sharp sound of glass shattering.
Damian watched as Dick slowly began inching his way to the window. “Richard—”
“I think I’m gonna head out,” Dick nonchalantly said, casually opening the window.
“Richard John Grayson-Wayne!” was heard loud and clear in Bruce’s deep, angry voice.
Tim gaped with a smile. “Not the full name.”
Jason looked at Dick, torn between laughing and asking every question that ran through his head. “Fuck, Goldie, what did you do?” he settled with. The last time he had heard Bruce so angry with Dick was when Jason was still Robin and they had started arguing over Jason being Robin. He couldn’t imagine what had gotten Bruce so angry this time around unless it was something like maybe getting a girl pregnant.
Rubbing the back of his head as he so clearly didn’t want to answer Jason, Dick said, “I may have kissed Wally in costume.”
Oh, that was way better than what Jason thought. “Fucking finally,” he replied, not sure why Bruce would give a shit.
“Wally was in costume,” Tim clarified. “Dick was not. And it’s trending on Twitter.”
“Oh.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, shit.” He couldn’t fight the rippling laugh that escaped him. “Ha! You’re screwed, man.”
Dick hit his head against the window frame wondering what the hell he had done to deserve this, as if he didn’t remember exactly what had happened just the day before.
The Previous Day
Did Bruce know sending his eldest son to Keystone was going to backfire so spectacularly for him? No, no he did not. But it did.
It started the previous morning when Dick had to go to Keystone City, Kansas to settle a Wayne Enterprises deal in the city. With the latest expansions of the company and the convenient area of the city having access to the Missouri River, someone with power in the company needed to go in person to close, and well, it was partial punishment for Dick considering he had won the rogue selfie contest amongst the Batkids and Bruce had subsequently found out and found punishments for each of them.
It wasn’t all bad since Dick got to see Wally, albeit as himself and not as Nightwing. It would be suspicious if Richie Wayne was in town at the same time as Nightwing. Regardless, Wally didn’t know him as Dick, only as Nightwing which put a damper on things when Wally, as Keystone’s Flash, swooped in to save Dick from someone running a red light.
His brothers never would’ve let him live it down if he’d been hurt by something as mundane as a speeding car.
But the good news was, Dick found himself wrapped in Wally’s arms with no effort of his own, something he’d wanted for years. He got to see Wally in all his red-suited glory with his glorious red curls peeking out from the top and not have his vision be altered or filtered by the lenses of his domino mask.
Was he checking out his best friend? Yeah. Did that make him a horrible person? He wasn’t sure.
“Are you okay, Mr. Wayne?” Wally asked.
Of course, he recognized him as Richard Wayne. Dick shouldn’t have been so grumpy about it, but he couldn’t help it. He may have chosen to lean into the Richie Wayne persona like Bruce did with Brucie in order to have a better divide between himself and Nightwing, but this was Wally, someone he had been not-so-secretly in love with off and on for years as Robin and then consistently more recently as Nightwing but couldn’t tell his secret identity to.
Well, he’d better make it count. He’d likely never get the opportunity to be as honest with his Richie Wayne flirting as he would by flirting with Wally. And like Bruce could have much of a leg to stand on considering he always took the opportunity to flirt with Superman as Brucie Wayne.
Dick’s expression shifted into a cheeky grin. “I’m better now that you’re here,” he said, letting his eyes notably roam. “Thanks for the rescue, handsome.”
“O-oh, uh, you're welcome,” Wally stammered, his voice cracking at the end, so he quickly cleared his throat.
Dick had seen Wally flustered a handful of times, and he loved it every time, especially when he was the one responsible for the creeping blush that was threatening to erupt. Tomorrow, he was going to have to go back to being Nightwing making him blush, so he was going to make the most of it.
Was that the thing that made him a horrible person? Dick couldn’t really find himself caring as he stood in Wally’s arms. For some reason, Wally hadn’t pulled away yet, not that Dick was complaining.
“Has anyone ever told you your eyes are stunning?” Dick asked, honest about just how beautiful he found Wally’s green eyes.
Wally’s mouth opened and closed before he finally settled on, “No?”
Turning the grin up to a ten, Dick said, “Well, that makes me the lucky first then.” He then playfully stuck out his bottom lip. “But it’s a bummer. You should be hearing it more often.” He shrugged. “Oh, well, I suppose I can be the one to fill you in.”
Wally’s blush worsened at the emphasis Dick placed on the words ‘fill you.’
He stuttered out a partial laugh as though he wasn’t blushing as bright as his suit, trying to play off his awkwardness. “Do you flirt with every hero?” he asked.
“Only the ones I like,” Dick answered. ‘Only you’ was what he really wanted to say, and it was mostly true. He did occasionally turn up the charm for others, both as Richie Wayne and as Nightwing, but flirting with Wally was the only time he meant it as genuinely flirting. “Let’s just say I have a thing for redheads.” That was true.
Dick added a wink for good measure.
“Really?” Wally asked, eyes widening a fraction. “Richard Wayne has a thing for redheads? Wow, o-okay.”
Dick wasn’t quite sure why that was a surprise considering his relationship with Babs had been very public, as had his thing with Roy as a teen when they ‘met’ through Bruce and Oliver’s company dealings. Plus, he often sought out redheads at parties, events, and galas, as publicly noted and mentioned often in the Gotham Gazette and on Twitter.
“Specifically, redheads in tight outfits with beautiful eyes.” That would technically apply to Babs, Kori, and Roy, but Wally didn’t need to know about that at the moment.
Wally continued to blush brightly, his mouth cracking open in surprise.
Dick smiled at him being stunned and blushy, finding it deliciously adorable. “Anything I can do to thank you for the save, gorgeous?” he wondered, keeping his voice as smooth as he could.
Still blushing, Wally breathily shook his head. “Oh, that’s not necessary. It’s my pleasure—” He winced at his wording. “I mean, my job, um, yeah.”
“Hmm, you don’t want anything as a thank you? Not even a kiss?” Dick added with an innocent grin.
That seemed to get Wally’s attention. “What?”
Dick simply shrugged and looked down at how close they were standing. “Well, you do still have your arms wrapped around me,” he pointed out. “Figured that might be a safe guess.”
Wally snapped out of whatever had entranced him about Dick, quickly realizing he was still holding onto him, so he took his arms away, though he didn’t step back. “Sorry.”
Straightening his suit jacket, Dick said, “I promise, if I had a problem with being held in the arms of a very handsome superhero, I would’ve said something sooner.” That got Wally to inhale sharply with his continued blushing, and Dick warmly laughed. “Your blushing is adorable. And I was serious about the kiss if you want.”
“You want to kiss me?” Wally asked.
Dick could feel the aching in his chest, clawing at the desire for more, but he settled with the equally true statement of, “There’s nothing I want more.” Then to play up the Richie Wayne thing to not sound too sentimental, he added, “It’s not every day I get the chance to kiss a superhero, so?”
“Okay, yeah, yes,” Wally quickly said with quick nods. “Oh, my god.”
Dick couldn’t help the smirk at Wally’s awkward, bashful excitement and leaned in to kiss him, setting a hand on his cheek as he went. The moment their lips met, Wally’s hands immediately latched onto Dick’s hips, and Dick took it as an invitation to press harder against him. He lightly nibbled on Wally’s lower lip, drawing out a lovely moan, and Dick wished he could live in Wally’s embrace if only to hear that sound more often.
It was everything Dick had been wanting for ages. But alas, the kiss couldn’t last forever.
When Dick pulled out of the kiss, he noticed Wally was blushing again as he, for a brief moment, chased the kiss with his eyes still closed.
“Like I said, adorable,” Dick told him, watching as Wally slowly opened his eyes. “You’re a good kisser.”
“Wow,” was all Wally could muster.
Oh, Dick really wanted to kiss him again, but the universe had other ideas.
Dick’s phone then started to ring, and he groaned at the sound, not liking the way it made Wally remove his hands from his hips. Dick pulled the phone out of his pocket, seeing it was Tim calling him. Damn you, Tim.
“I should probably take this, and I’m sure you have more people to save,” Dick said. Then he cheekily added, “And kisses to collect.”
“Only from you.” Wally shook his head. “I’m sorry, that—”
But Dick only laughed. “Well, now I’m very flattered. You have a job to go do, Hero, but. . .” He placed a quick kiss on Wally’s lips again. “For good luck.”
Wally nodded in shock, eyes as wide as they could go, and then he turned and started to leave only to walk straight into a streetlight. He steadied himself before then quickly zipping away.
Dick, still smiling to himself, answered his phone on the last ring. “What’s up, Tim?”
But whatever Tim started talking about went in one ear and out the other since nothing could pull his thoughts away from finally kissing Wally, even if Wally didn’t know about his secret identity. Now, what would it take for Bruce to ease up on his rule of secrecy?