We're Stardust, You and I | BIRDFLASH

I said that faith is all I know

Wally had that socially anxious dog in him.

He flew to Gotham on Wednesday night instead of running. He knew it would have been more eco-conscious to use his speed, but Dick was adamant about picking him up from the airport. It had something to do with taking him back to his place, which—first of all... Wow! They were really getting somewhere.

As the plane descended into Gotham, Wally peered out the window. The city was shrouded in a thick layer of smog, its skyline a mix of gothic spires and modern skyscrapers. The urban scene below seemed to stretch on endlessly into darkness. The airport itself was bustling, filled with travelers hurrying to their gates, the intercom crackling with flight announcements, and the constant hum of conversations blending into a cacophony.

Exiting the plane was smooth enough, and Wally made his way through the terminal, scanning the crowd for Dick. Descending the escalator, his eyes darted around until he finally spotted him. Their eyes met—green locking onto blue—and a wave of relief washed over him.

He met Dick in a tight embrace.

"Hi," Wally said, feeling like a part of himself was whole again. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man, savoring the closeness.

Dick pressed himself closer, squeezing tighter. "I missed you."

One night. Two weeks. Three weeks. One month and a week. Two months. Two and a half months. Coming up on three months. Has it really been three months since their relationship started?

"I took a car and parked illegally, so we're going to have to race over," Dick said, pulling back just enough to look at Wally.

"Dick," Wally hissed. "You are in law enforcement."

"Some cops abuse their power for ego trips. I abuse it to get out of traffic," Dick shrugged, sheepishly. "And if I get a ticket, I'm willing to pay for it, now come on." He grabbed Wally's roller bag despite the silent protests.

"I feel like I don't even know you."

"Oh shut it," Dick laughed, playfully. He then paused for a moment, grabbing Wally's shoulders and staring at him intently. "Quick question. Are you allergic to dogs?"

Wally tilted his head, puzzled.

The drive through Gotham to Bludhaven was filled with the city's nighttime atmosphere—neon lights reflecting off wet streets, the distant sound of sirens, and the ever-present hum of traffic. Their commute was filled with small talk and the occasional hum along with the radio. Wally could see the tension in his partner's shoulders, likely from work or other activities—Wally hoped it wasn't about their anticipated talk on honesty. When they arrived, Wally noticed that Dick's apartment was in a humble neighborhood, characterized by narrow streets and old brick buildings. It took three tries to open the door that got stuck in the frame; Dick's full-body slam finally did the trick.

Wally entered and took in the interior. It wasn't messy like he'd expected. He'd assumed that a messy apartment would be one of the reasons why Dick was so reluctant to invite him over. The living room was cozy, with a comfortable-looking couch, a coffee table cluttered with books and trinkets, and walls adorned with photos and memorabilia. A small kitchen area was visible, with clean countertops and neatly arranged utensils.

Before he could take in more, there was a knock at the door. Dick set all of his stuff down and rushed to the door. He cracked it open with a strong yank and covered the opening with his body. Wally, having been surrounded by enough police officers to recognize the action, watched curiously. He heard Dick say several hushed "thank yous" before closing the door.