Robin one shot part 3!

We're so hooking up when I'm sober

"I don't wanna sober up Walls. Lemme be drunk pretty please?" He put on those big blue puppy eyes that Wally hated to defy in hopes he'd get his way. The older rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to at least get him a glass of water. Something other than alcohol would do him good. He also looked flushed and that couldn't mean anything good. "Why do you wanna stay drunk? Is something going on?" He watched the acrobat get upset and instantly regretted his question. "Oh baby bird what happened?" he asked as he sat down beside him. He reached his hand up to cup the hero's face, wiping the tears that had suddenly sprung up away with his thumb. Dick mumbled something as he leaned into his touch. "What was that?"

"Got cheated on," he repeated.

"Oh Dickie, why didn't you tell me?"

"Thought you woulda seen it in the news?"

"I don't like reading things about you. Makes me mad," Wally explained. The other scrunched his eyebrows together and gave him an odd look. 

"But you bought a magazine with me on it."

This statement had confused the speedster until he glanced to his coffee table and saw the magazine he'd bought with his best friend shirtless, his v line just showing. He snatched it up off the table and put it in a draw whilst he blushed brightly and quickly stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse. "I-I uhm I mean l-like gossip stuff type things. Y-you know that-that is a uhm it's an interview so it's different," he stated. Dick smirked at him and in his mischievous drunken head decided to test a theory. Even being drunk couldn't prevent his 

"Yeah well, she cheated on me so Jay n Roy took me out. They're great, ain't they?" He let out a sigh of relief at the subject being thrown to one side and nodded. "You shoulda come out with us. Coulda used the extra help battin everyone away." The comment made him feel very jealous which was unknowingly proving the hero's hypothesis.

"Suppose it's good to get back out there," he mumbled.

"Maybe but I don't think I wanna date jus anyone."

"Oh?" Dick's eyes glanced from his emerald eyes then to his lips then back up to his eyes. He inched a little closer as he hummed in response. 

"Yep," he said, popping the p. 

"Just out of interest and for the sake of asking, who would you date?" Wally asked as non-chalantly as possible. He couldn't really be that cool and confident when his crush was like five inches from his face. "Someone with ginger hair probably. Freckles, emerald eyes. Oh and he'd be taller than me."

"He?" Dick nodded, dismissing the thought that he'd simply slipped up. "Kinda sounds like me."

"Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"The guy I want has to be a good kisser. I don't know if you are." He got a little closer, his eyes now fixed on the speedsters lips.

"You're drunk," Wally stated, turning his head to the side to avoid their lips meeting. The acrobat raised an unamused eyebrow and got out his phone. "What're you doing?"

"I may be fucked up but I'm provin to you that I'm in love with your dumbass," he replied. He found what he was looking for and shoved his phone in his face. "This is the file I've been keeping on you since we met."

"And this is showing you love me how?"

"Cuz look at the info dumb dumb." Wally did so but he still didn't get what he was trying to say. Eventually, the drunk young man who was basically dumped at his apartment huffed frustrated. "The information is un...unness..seesss- fuck it - it's not important. I have your fave songs, fave food, included in your dislikes/likes is TV shows, foods, music etc, I have clothes brands to get you, personal details that would never aid me takin you down-"

"You have a file on me?"

"I have a file on everyone but there's a difference with yours. Yours is my babe file. Everythin I know. I thought if I had all that then maybe you'd love me back. Been a while but 'm not one for quittin." He took his phone away and stared at the screen with a smile that soon went sour. "Whenever I get in a relationship, I think about you n you're always so much better than anyone else. But there's one thing missing from that file. You wanna know what it is?" Wally nodded. "Whether you love me or not."

They sat in silence before the effects of drinking way too much alcohol within the space of a couple of hours and Dick had to rush to the bathroom. He jumped off, discarding his phone and held his hand to his mouth as he left the room. Wally sat there stunned and took the phone in his hand as he heard a door, presumably the bathroom's, slam shut. He scrolled through the file and skim read through it all. There was so much information so it must've been kept for a while. He looked at the editing notes. It began in Young Justice definitely. Three months into being on the team. "Oh, Dickie." He put the phone on the table and went down the hall to see if Dick was alright. He knocked on the door only to hear the sound of something splashing water upon impact. He grimaced and got the long-forgotten water before going back to the door. He knocked again but this time heard a weak groan. He opened the door and gave his friend a sad smile. "Hey little bird, not feeling too great?"

"Nuh-uh." He sat on the tub that was next to the toilet and rubbed his back. 

"At least you were drinking the good stuff?"

"Drinkin good n gettin rejected, can't think of a better night out." Wally chuckled and got his hair out of his eyes. 

"I haven't said that now have I?" Dick's eyes lit up and he managed a half-smile. 

"Well, what do you say?"

"I say the feeling is mutual. If you don't mind though, I'd rather make it official when you're not chucking your guts up."

"Understandable."

Dick groaned as he opened his eyes, met with an ungodly headache. He turned over to see if that would magically fix the problem but all it did was create a question. Why was Wally cuddling him? This led him to another question. Why was he in his bed? The bedding looked different. Okay, why was he in Wally's bed? His groan must've woken Wally up and he was met with those wonderful emerald eyes. "Morning," he greeted.

"Mornin'. Uhm, did we...make the beast with two backs so to speak?" Dick inquired. The ginger laughed at him and shook his head. 

"Kinda hard to do that when you're fully clothed." He glanced down to his chest to find his shirt from the night before. He moved his legs a little and found that he still indeed had his pants on. There was some relief in that but there was also some disappointment. "Let's get you something for that hangover hm?"

"That'd be great. Thank you." Wally kissed him on the forehead before getting up and going to the kitchen, leaving a bewildered hero in his bed. He couldn't believe it. Usually, he hated his drunk self but right now he was thanking the guy. The events of last night were blurry but he remembered a very important part. The feeling was mutual. He was kinda mad that it had taken this long to get that answer but he was going to have to deal with the fact he was a dumbass. Both of them were in some way, shape or form. "Here we are. A Virgin Mary for my virgin Dickie," Wally said, presenting him with the drink alongside some tablets. He rolled his eyes at the joke and took the drink, gladly taking the pills. Anything to escape this headache and get onto more important things. "How are you so sure I'm a virgin?"

"Because you told me every detail of your first kiss. I doubt it would be any different with your first time," he responded, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'll give you that but I'm sure you can change it."

"As much as I would love to do that, I'd rather wait until I can tell whether you're wincing or blinking," the responded with a grin. 

"From my limited knowledge of losing a V card, there's gonna be wincing involved anyway." 

"Loving the eagerness but you're recovering from last night first. Get some more sleep then I'll rock your world."

"Is that so?"

"You can bet on it."