I won't try to convince you. [It'd be convenient if they knew, but...Wally's okay with being the only one who knows. Besides Bart. ...and Karen. And whoever else.]
And Power Girl, [Wally reminds him. Come to think of it though, he doesn't even know if Dick's talked to her.] She knows us from an alternate future. Apparently we get ultra handsome and take the world by storm.
Are you saying we're not ultra-handsome and taking the world by storm? Because I'm pretty sure you and me are living very different lives, if that's the case.
Well, we're definitely ultra-handsome. That's just objective fact. And if "taking the world by storm" is code for "sleeping on a secondhand couch and a pile of blankets and borrowing the neighbors' cable," then yeah, dude, totally. Absolutely. The stormiest. Hurricane Us has made landfall.
You know what? This apartment might be a craphole, but it's ours. [Wally looks over it; paint peeling or stained in a couple places, carpet threadbare, cabinets desperately in need of a scrub down...yup.] I'm proud of us. I think we're doing pretty good for two kids who've never been on their own before.
You know what? You're right. [ Dick glaces around, a smile on his face that says he's downright fond of the place, and looks back up at Wally. ] It's a work in progress, but it's our work in progress. Not a bad start.
... We should probably get real beds at some point, though. Or a huge pillow fort.
Are you kidding me?! Hammocks are pirates! Forts are for like, lonely old woodsmen who have four dogs and get eaten by bears. You obviously don't know what you're talking about.
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[ He bumps his knuckles against Wally's arm in a light punch. ]
It's weird enough having your cousin know.
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It's different, though, when it's not... you know, this us.
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... We should probably get real beds at some point, though. Or a huge pillow fort.
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