[ And ten minutes later, Dick makes his triumphant return to Casa de Nerds. With milk. Which he figures Wally's not going to drink, as per usual, but at least one of them cares about bone integrity. ]
[Hopefully he just got a half gallon then, because he's right; Wally's not gonna drink it. He is eating the last of the pretzels though.] Hey shouldn't we keep some of the more sensitive stuff off the comms? I mean, what if there really is something going on and we get dragged off to Guantanamo Bay?
[ He grins, vaulting over the back of the couch, leaning back against the arm and throwing his legs across Wally's lap like the obnoxious little twerp he is. ]
Obviously not the same you watch. [Wally starts humming "Bad Boys, Bad Boys" underneath his breath, shoving another handful of pretzels into his mouth.] I'm just saying, fortune favors the prepared, right? Or the brave. Or the bravely prepared.
[Wally shoves a pretzel into Robin's mouth.] Yeah, I was bravely prepared to run over the Russian border if you gave me the okay. [which is why he is not team leader]
I know, I know. "If you're going, I'm going." [Wally looks down at him, arm slung over the back of the couch.] ...You know I wasn't insisting on doing it solo because I wanted to get away from you. You know that, right?
Not like I used to. And when I do, you get on me about it. Like you should. Because we're a team. And you and me—
[ He sighs, brow furrowing, his mouth a tight line for a moment. Can he get out of this without getting sappy? Probably not. Probably he should do it anyway. ]
Look... this isn't like back home. I'm not this Batman's partner. We don't— have that history. But I've known you for, what, almost three years now? That's more than half as long as I've been doing this thing. So I know I joked about it before, but— dude, no kidding? I really do think of you as my partner. Temporary team mom or not.
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Lucy, I'm home.
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[ He stops with the fridge open, considering Wally. ]
... But... point taken.
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[ Dick closes the fridge and heads over to join Wally in the living room, leaning against the back of the couch. ]
You wanna start using burners? Am I a bad influence on you? I'm so proud. My innocent little Wally all grown up and acting shifty and paranoid.
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[ He grins, vaulting over the back of the couch, leaning back against the arm and throwing his legs across Wally's lap like the obnoxious little twerp he is. ]
How sheltered are you? Don't you watch TV?
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I'm glad you asked first.
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Dude, of course I'm gonna ask first. You're team mom right now and all.
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... That's not what I meant.
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[ It had felt melodramatic, but hey, he's not gonna go around advertising that. ]
It's just, dude, you hate it when I do that stuff alone.
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[ He sighs, brow furrowing, his mouth a tight line for a moment. Can he get out of this without getting sappy? Probably not. Probably he should do it anyway. ]
Look... this isn't like back home. I'm not this Batman's partner. We don't— have that history. But I've known you for, what, almost three years now? That's more than half as long as I've been doing this thing. So I know I joked about it before, but— dude, no kidding? I really do think of you as my partner. Temporary team mom or not.
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