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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon), Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Wally_West
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Wally_West, Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent, Alfred_Pennyworth
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Explosions, Frottage, Oral_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Confessions, First
      Time, Underage_Sex, Romance, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-05 Words: 4593
****** Blind as a Bat ******
by cadkitten
Summary
     Dick's eyes flicked over the criminal, catching sight of the bomb
     strapped to the man's chest. He didn't even have time to scream,
     "No," before the guy pressed the switch.
Notes
     Just let me wallow in my own tears over here... y'all know why. Those
     that don't, I'm not about to ruin it. Also total rec of "The Real
     You" by Three Days Grace for these two. Just sayin'. Also...ahah-ha-
     ha-ha... ha to the title I came up with. Sorry, not sorry.
     Beta_Readers: sakura_ame
     Song[s]: Album Human by Three Days Grace
Dick leaned back against the wall, the cold press of the brick seeping in
through his suit. Behind the mask, his eyes scanned the area in front of him,
waiting... watching. He'd have thought this would get old eventually; always
waiting in the shadows. But the truth was he got a rush out of it every single
time. Maybe there was something fucked up about that, but he also couldn't
bring himself to really address it head-on. It was nothing but a peripheral
thought in his otherwise occupied brain.
Four stories below the person they'd been waiting on finally rounded the
corner, trudging through the snow-sodden streets of Blüdhaven. Dick reached to
push the small communicator in his ear, murmuring out his instructions to the
two other members of the team. Within seconds, he could see Kid Flash rushing
down the street and Superboy rounding the corner from the opposite alley the
subject had come from.
Dick deployed his grappling hook to the building across the way and swung down
into the street, right in front of the guy, delivering a solid blow right to
his face. The guy stumbled back into Conner who came down hard on both of his
shoulders, knocking him to his knees as the guy scrabbled between them, pulling
out his hand from his pocket, a switch in his hand. Dick's eyes flicked over
the criminal, catching sight of the bomb strapped to the man's chest. He didn't
even have time to scream, "No," before the guy pressed the switch.
Blinding light flooded the area as the bomb exploded somewhere overhead and
Dick stood there, doing his best to convince himself he'd not just about died
in the worst way possible. The guy struggled to his feet and on reflex alone,
both Dick and Conner lashed out, the two-pronged attack putting the guy out
cold. Dick raised his eyes to Conner's, seeing the fear reflected there as
well. At the same time, they both breathed out, "KF," their heads turning to
scan the street.
---
Dick headed in the direction opposite where he'd seen him coming from as Conner
backtracked, the asshole that had nearly blown them up in tow. Things had
clicked into place in Dick's head and he knew for certain that it had been KF
who had managed to save them and their would-be suicide bomber. He'd probably
call it preservation of evidence or something equally as cheesy when he found
him, he was sure. Or that's what he kept telling himself. He'd find him... he
had to.
Ten minutes later, Dick finally decided it the bomb had exploded above them,
then maybe Wally had been above them... and he headed up instead of out. He
gave instructions to Conner to go back with the guy before he woke up, hand him
over for questioning to Aqualad and the others. He'd find KF.
Three rooftops later and he found Wally, crumpled just behind the ledge,
breathing and a little beat up. But he didn't seem to be in bad shape, just
unconscious. Checking everything Batman had ever told him to, he made certain
nothing was broken before he lifted Wally into his arms. The whole thing was
awkward given their differing heights, but he wasn't complaining. Calling it
in, he headed back for the bike Conner had kindly left him behind. Sometimes
being the one without superpowers was a pain... but it was easier when your
teammates realized certain things would be helpful. Settling Wally in, he
climbed on and headed out, tearing down the streets toward their destination.
At night he preferred the streets, though he couldn't have said why.
Dick didn't head for the base. Instead, he headed straight for the Batcave,
knowing full well how to operate every piece of medical equipment Bruce had in
there. He could make damn sure Wally was okay there... plus Alfred would be
more than happy to feed the overly-starved teen, of that he was sure. Switching
frequencies, he let Alfred know he was coming in and checked if Batman was
around. Once he was sure they'd be alone, he asked for three of Wally's
favorite dishes to be prepped and ready in an hour.
Five minutes found him roaring through the entrance east of Wayne Manor,
dipping down under the ground and up the curving passageway into the cave. He
came to a stop on the left end of the platform, the end he was sure Bruce
wouldn't crash into the bike if he left it there should the other come in
tonight. Lifting Wally out, he managed to get him to the examination area. A
bit of frantic twiddling with panels and he pulled up the three tools he
needed, starting the scans on KF, the computer reading out results across the
huge monitors.
No breaks. No fractures. One sprain: left wrist, a few days old. No brain
trauma. Minor concussion. Spinal cord fully intact and undamaged.
A dose of painkillers strong enough for Wally was administered for some ear
drum damage and then some quick repair was done by one of the automated
'doctors' as Bruce had once called them. Diagnosis was healed with minor pain
before Dick finally shut off the machines and glanced up as Alfred came into
the bay.
"Master... Robin," he addressed him, holding out a tray with Dick's preferred
method of killing his pains after a bad fight. Two good old fashioned Naproxen
and a small glass of lime Kool-Aid.
He accepted them and knocked back the pills with the whole glass of liquid,
settling both back onto the tray. "He knows my name, Alfred. It's okay." Dick
could have sworn he saw Alfred relax slightly. "He's no threat to any
identities or I wouldn't have brought him here."
"I trust your discretion. The food will be ready in half an hour. Shall he be
awake by then?" Alfred was already poised to leave the room, though he didn't
move.
Dick glanced at the computer screen, scanning the information until he found
projected time to consciousness and nodded. "Yeah... or at least Doc thinks he
will be."
Alfred retreated without further comment and Dick deliberated what to do with
Wally in the meantime. He knew from experience too long on these tables made
your back hurt like a son of a bitch. Nothing about that was pleasant. With a
certain finality to his decision, he reached for Wally, scooping him off the
table and carrying him out of the bay, down the hallway, and into his own room.
Once the door was closed, he removed Wally's goggles and headpiece, setting
them aside on the dresser. He shed his own suit entirely, having no interest in
keeping it on when he didn't have to, and changed into his street clothes.
Settling down on a chair next to the bed, he pulled his laptop close and sent
off a quick transmission to the team, letting them know KF's condition and that
he'd be fine. He received confirmation of receipt and then shoved the computer
back, leaning back in his chair and just watching Wally, concern written on his
face. The machines were never wrong, but when emotions got involved, there was
always a certain amount of doubt that managed to creep in. Even when you were
Dick Mother Fucking Grayson, you could still doubt.
Almost exactly on schedule Wally gave a groan and Dick leaned forward, placing
his hand on Wally's arm. "Be careful sitting up, okay? You got knocked out
cold."
Wally turned his head, a small smile curving his lips as he stared up at Dick.
"Saved your butt, didn't I?"
"Yeah... yeah you did." Dick ghosted his hand down over Wally's arm to his
hand, squeezing it briefly and then drawing it away, leaning back in his chair
again. "Thanks for that."
"You know what you owe me?" Of course Wally was teasing. But it was sort of a
tradition between them at this point. Goading and teasing got them through the
potential darkness of the jobs they held. Dick just waited on Wally to say it,
a small grin on his lips. "A huge meal. Maybe a feast on this one!"
As if the words were some kind of cue, there was a knock on Dick's bedroom door
and Alfred's voice from the other side. "Dinner is ready, Master Dick. Shall I
bring it down or will you be dining up top tonight?"
Dick debated it for a moment, watching as Wally slowly sat up, making a face as
he did. "If you could bring it down that would be wonderful, Alfred. Thank
you." He stood up and went to open the door, giving the butler a smile and then
going to clear off some desk space for both he and Wally to eat at. "So the
team knows you'll be okay. I let them know once I had you down here and
examined. No point in worrying the-"
Wally's hand landed on Dick's shoulder, lightly squeezing. "Hey..." once Dick
looked up at him, Wally continued. "I'm fine... We're fine. Got the bad guy and
everything. I just miscalculated a little. But I'm here." He trailed off,
letting his point sink in for as long as it took.
Dick studied Wally for a long time, finally nodding and looking back at his
desk as he moved his laptop and then moved out of the way for Alfred as he
arrived with a pushcart full of food. Even as he stood back, his and Wally's
eyes met over the top of the cart. Nothing else seemed to matter in Dick's mind
right then, other than the fact that Wally was right there in front of him and
nothing was going to change that... at least not today. His tenseness finally
eased up and he thanked Alfred, going to close the door behind him and then
gesturing to the desk and the cart. "Have at. I asked him for all your
favorites."
Within seconds two heaping plates were on the desk, closest to Wally, the guy
already stuffing his face. In between bites, he managed, "How long... was I
out?"
Dick took his time with the food, making himself a plate and pouring them both
drinks. "Quite a while. Long enough I got you all the way here, asked him to
make this, and got you back in here after the exam."
Wally paused in wolfing down his food, a gleam in his eyes as he teased,
"Dick... did you have to strip me for the exam? Cause, you know, that'd be a
bit-"
Shooting him a look, Dick snorted, doing his best to play it off like the
comment didn't matter. "Nah, but you know, I might have had to if we hadn't
come here." Which was probably true. The tech over at the base wasn't nearly as
advanced as Batman's was. In order to assess his spine, he might very well have
had to at least open the back of the suit.
The second plate of food disappeared and the dish clattered on top of the
first, another appearing in record time in front of Wally, this one filled with
the random desserts Alfred had left on the bottom tray of the cart for them.
"Sucks for you. You'd have liked the bod!" Wally struck an absurd pose.
Dick rolled his eyes, finishing up the small salad Alfred had thought to
include before moving on to the main course on his plate. He didn't comment on
Wally's antics. At some point, he always had to ignore him or else end up
wading himself into shit up to his neck. He'd done that once, finding himself
in the middle of something he could barely explain his way out of. Part of him
was still pretty sure Wally knew that he hadn't been teasing with at least one
of the comments he'd made that night. But that had been years ago, just after
they'd joined the team together. Maybe a few months in, after Dick had realized
when you fought beside someone it was harder to deny the things you really
wanted to say.
Wally's third plate clunked down onto the first two, his empty glass joining
them as he sat back on the bed. His lean body arched and his back cracked in a
few places, causing Dick to glance up. The sight of the other, laying back
across his bed, arms behind him, supporting him... his legs spread just so and
his neck arched as he rolled his head from side to side, caught Dick's
attention far more than it should have. His thoughts plummeted fast into what
Bruce would have labeled as the sewer. He was pretty sure the phrase was
supposed to be 'in the gutter', but Bruce had his own way with words at times.
He swallowed thickly, letting himself keep looking while Wally was distracted.
Wally's hips pushed up and then settled back down, tilting forward a second
later. Dick bit back a groan and forced his gaze back on his plate, shifting as
subtly as he could to hide his body's immediate reaction to the other. Even as
he tried to move his mind away from it, his body slid further into arousal, the
steady burn glowing hotter in the face of what he'd just seen. Dick was nothing
if not certain that if he ever caught the other in the shower, he'd probably
just jizz himself on the spot. Which was probably why he'd always avoided
taking showers until well after Wally was in bed. Bruce would have told him he
was wise... or maybe he'd have reprimanded him for being an idiot. It was
always hard to tell with him.
"You know," Wally began, clearly waiting for something before he continued.
Dick glanced up, finding the other still in basically the same position, though
he was now looking right at Dick. A small smile crept over Wally's lips. "You
can keep denying it or you can just admit it and make life easier for
everyone."
Confusion instantly clouded Dick's face, the crease between his brows appearing
and his lips turning down slightly as he tried to process if he'd missed
something they'd been talking about that justified this comment. He came up dry
though, the only option being what he was honestly afraid Wally was getting at.
A certain gnawing, unpleasant feeling slid through his gut as he grappled at
anything that he could turn this into that wasn't him admitting something Wally
probably didn't even know was the truth. He chewed slowly, trying to buy
himself some time. Upon swallowing, he offered, "That it would have killed me
to lose my best friend tonight? Or that I messed up and nearly got me and
Conner killed?"
Wally gave him an unsettled look. "Why'd you have to go dark with that?"
Dick finished up two more bites of food and pushed the plate away from himself,
leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Because it's true. I didn't
think out the consequences of my actions and I almost fucked it all up. Would
have if you hadn't been there."
"Let's leave this at, 'Thanks, Wally,' and stop there, okay?" Wally leaned
forward finally, his forearms on his thighs, hands dangling between his legs.
"I think you know exactly what I was trying to get at and you're avoiding it. I
just don't get why."
Dick polished off the liquid in his glass - the color of Kool-Aid and the
consistency of a smoothie... probably some new concoction Bruce had come up
with - and placed it carefully back on the desk. "So we're gonna do this
then..."
"It's about time, don't you think?"
Their eyes met and Dick steeled himself. He knew Wally wouldn't outright reject
him. He'd probably tease and deflect. But that didn't explain why he wasn't
trying to avoid it like the same plague as Dick had been for years now. He
opened his mouth and before he could say a word, realization dawned on him. He
was so blind when it came to his own personal life, wasn't he? Some
detective... smart as hell, but dumb as dirt when it came to himself. Wally
wouldn't push it if he were just going to deflect. No, he had to have at least
some idea of what Dick wanted... and want it, too... or else he wouldn't say a
word. Or maybe not so much want it. It was possible he thought it was a
distraction to Dick and thought it needed to be addressed. But either way, he
wasn't going to be a jerk about it. And Dick realized, he never would have
been, not even when he'd first started having these thoughts.
As he drew his breath in to start to make a confession, he came to another
conclusion, this one much swifter than the last. Wally had been showing himself
off with the pose on Dick's bed. He... wanted him? Disbelief warred with utter
belief and Dick finally breathed out a quiet chuckle. "Shit, I'm blind, aren't
I?"
"When it comes to you? Yeah, pal, you are."
"How long-"
"-have I known? Since... gee, probably before you did. I think you figured it
out after we were on the team, right?" At Dick's nod, he continued. "But you've
never changed how you look at me. Even when we were just kids. Okay, so maybe
it got a bit more lust in it, but you've always been attached."
Dick quietly moved their dishes onto the cart and left one platter of food on
the desk for later if Wally wanted it, along with the rest of the strange
drink. He got up and pushed the cart out into the hallway, closing the door,
and after a second of hesitation, flipping the lock. Locks seemed pointless in
a house filled with people who could get past them in under a second, but it
always sort of signified something inside Dick's mind. A plea to be left alone
for the time being, a desire for privacy. He'd found various locked rooms in
the house over the years and he'd respected them as often as he could and the
favor had always been returned.
He could have taken the chair across from Wally again, but he didn't. Instead,
he came to sit on the bed next to him, though he left room between them.
Clasping his hands between his knees, he took in a deep breath and then slowly
released it. "Why call me on it now?"
"You're the one who didn't take me back to the team... the one who brought me
here tonight instead. You tell me."
Sometimes Wally was infuriatingly observant of things about Dick that even Dick
missed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd known if it had been anyone
else, he'd have taken them back to HQ, not to the cave. But Wally... Wally was
different. Always had been. And the implications of that were more than clear
once he took a step back and looked at it. "Well... you're not wrong." Dick
offered a small shrug, feeling oddly younger in that moment than he really was.
"And maybe... I wanted you to know." His voice was quiet now. "Before something
stopped me from being able to show you that."
"No regrets, right?"
Dick nodded, turning to look over at Wally, his eyes bright. Every mask he'd
ever built, he let go for just an instant, letting Wally see him as naked as he
got. Clothing was but a costume, but seeing who Dick really was, that was the
truth of stripping himself bare. It was far more intimate of an action in his
case.
A slow grin slid over Wally's lips and a fraction of a second later, their lips
were sealed together, Wally having moved to make the action possible, far
faster than Dick could have possibly evaded it. For a moment, Dick tensed and
held himself back from it, though he quickly realized he was only torturing
himself. Letting himself sink into the kiss, he reached for the front of
Wally's uniform, holding the yellow fabric tight in his grasp as he kissed him
back for all he was worth. At least that much he knew he was good at. Anything
else would be a tossup, but this... this he could do.
A few seconds later, Dick found himself pinned to his own bed under Wally's
weight, their hips fitted against one another and Wally's lips pressed just
under his ear, in a place that made Dick squirm with anticipation. His hips
arched and he didn't bother to bite back the groan as the friction shot liquid
heat right through his veins. Reaching down, he gave in to everything he
wanted, throwing what little caution his training afforded him over teenage
hormones to the wind. His hands grasped Wally's ass hard, his hips bucking up
against him in long, smooth strokes. He could feel Wally's cock hardening
between them and it set him off even more, his body desperate to feel
everything he could from this.
One hand lifted to tangle in Wally's red hair, holding on as the other burned a
path down his neck. He gasped as Wally rolled them over at a surprisingly
gentle speed, landing him on top. He shifted with it, settling his butt on
Wally's lap as his shirt was pulled off of his body, discarded to the floor at
the side of the bed. Wally's hips arched and Dick sank down over him, his hands
on either side of Wally as he began to grind down against him. His breath came
in quick little pants, his eyes dark with the desire he was fully giving
himself over to. No regrets... no hesitation.
Their eyes met again as Dick shifted just enough to unbutton and unzip his
jeans, pulling the material out of the way to fully expose himself. Sliding
back down, he didn't bother holding back the moan as his cock slid over the
material of Wally's uniform, pressing hot against the side of Wally's own
length. Their hips worked quick and hard, Wally moving his arms up over his
head and reaching to hold onto the frame of Dick's bed.
The sight of Wally stretched out under him pushed Dick past his final barrier,
yielding him to his lust in ways he hadn't quite calculated. He shoved his
pants down further and then slid down more fully over Wally's body, giving in
to every urge he had. One hand twined in Wally's hair, the other holding him on
the bed just enough to not be a huge weight on the other as he nearly
mindlessly rutted against Wally's cock. The material was already damp from both
of their pre-cum. Dick couldn't have stopped himself from his own end right
then, even if he'd wanted to. It was building so bright and hot in his gut and
every fiber of his being was desperate for it. His muscles strained and his
abdomen quivered. When it hit him, it was like being thrown head-first over the
side of a building. A complete rush of adrenaline and this feeling of complete
helplessness. He savored it for that instant and then let out a soft cry as he
lost it all over Wally's suit.
Wally let him come down before he switched their positions again, this time
straddling Dick's abdomen, his suit discarded into the floor in record time.
The material had barely fluttered to the floor by the time he was over Dick,
urging the other's hand around his cock. "Almost," he managed to get out,
sounding more breathless than Dick had ever heard him.
Hesitation wasn't a game Dick liked to play. With that in mind, he took Wally
in hand, stroking quickly over his length, giving himself a moment to take in
the glory that was his best friend in the entire world straddling him, utterly
devoid of clothing. This was the shit dreams were made of and hell if wasn't
going to file it away for months to come. Though, with any luck, there'd be
more than this very quickly to think of when he was alone. Shifting forward, he
made a decision and stuck with it. Opening his mouth, he contorted himself into
a position anyone else may have found entirely uncomfortable, and slid down on
Wally's cock. He moaned the moment he took him in his mouth, savoring the rich
flavor that was Wally, knowing he'd never forget that taste for the rest of his
life.
Wally's hand found the back of his head and his hips arched forward, helping
Dick as they moved in a unison that was mostly born of being partners in the
field for so long. There was a certain rhythm to fighting that seemed to flow
over into this just as easily. Perhaps, in a way, there wasn't that much of a
difference between the two things. Dick moaned again and Wally's voice joined
his on the air, his length sliding into Dick's mouth a little further than it
had been.
Dick did his best, knowing a trick or two from talking to some of the older
boys at school. He smirked slightly around the cock in his mouth. As odd as
those conversations had been, they'd been good for something. His tongue
flickered over the head of Wally's length, playing along the edge of his
foreskin and then pressing against his slit.
Wally choked out a strangled little noise and then pushed forward, nearly all
the way into Dick's mouth. Dick grabbed his thighs, feeling them tremble under
his touch, and sucked harder for a few seconds. A sound of utter relief left
Wally and a second later, warm cum splashed over the back of Dick's tongue. He
pulled back enough to let the rest land on his tongue. He didn't much care for
the taste, but he knew he'd savor the memory of it if nothing else. Swallowing
it down, he pulled back and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, looking up
into Wally's exhausted face.
Easing himself back onto the bed, Dick was sort of surprised when Wally flopped
down beside him, though he left his leg and arm draped over Dick's body. They
lay there for a few minutes, neither of them saying a word.
Finally, Wally moved, reaching over Dick to pick up the plate of food, dragging
it back to rest on Dick's chest as he dug into it. Dick chuckled, trying not to
bounce the plate. "Hey... I'm not your buffet board."
"Could have fooled me." Wally eyed him, his gaze bright and filled with
something a little different than it had been earlier.
Dick couldn't help but smile back at him, sliding his arms up over his head and
holding onto the bar Wally had grabbed earlier. "Okay then... go for it."
Wally's laugh was rich, full and beautiful. And even as the plate was ditched
on the dresser, Wally leaning over Dick to suck one nipple into his mouth, Dick
couldn't think of anywhere else he wanted to be right then. Turning his head,
he hid his grin against his bicep, a happiness he'd not let himself feel in
years bubbling up from deep inside. Life was beautiful. No... no... Wally was
beautiful, and that meant this was the best thing that could have ever come to
befall Dick Grayson.
The End
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