Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 17: Spooning

It had been a long week for both of them, barely seeing each other even in passing. Dick was up to his pointy little ears filling in as Batman and the League had been on call almost constantly, putting out fires, both literal and figurative, across the planet. And a few in space. Wally had been running from place to place, both with the League and without, with barely enough time to catch his breath between missions. It gave Wally a new appreciation for what life must be like for people with no super-speed. No wonder so many of them felt like there weren't enough hours in the day.

At two in the morning and suddenly having nothing to do after such a busy week, Wally found himself at Wayne manor. Dick was fast asleep in his bed for possibly the first time in days. A slice of silvery light on the man's face revealed a bouquet of bruises on his cheekbone. That hadn't been there the last time they'd run past each other in the Watchtower.

"Dude, you're being creepy," Dick grumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. "That's my job."

Wally chuckled and kicked off his shoes and jeans. "You're cute when you're calling me names."

"Shut up and get in bed, Mr Grayson-West."

"Yes, dear." Wally climbed onto the bed and under the covers. He gently kissed the bruise on Dick's cheek. "Who punched you in the face?"

"A henchman who very much wishes he'd taken up knitting instead." Dick's voice was already softening back into sleep.

"Did he pee himself when he realised what he'd done?

"He might've. He did smell a bit funny."

"Is Bruce proud? I mean, it's not every day you make a criminal pee his pants."

Dick perked up a little. "Are you kidding? He asked me why I let the guy get a hit in at all. Goddamn backseat driver..." The rest of Dick's grumbling was lost to time forever.

Wally snuggled up against Dick's back, careful not to squeeze him too tightly in case his ribs were injured. "How's his back doing?"

"It's healing. He'll be back on his feet in a few months. Until then..." Dick sighed. "I'll cope. It's just been a while since I've had Bruce in my ear every night telling me what to do. I know he trusts me, or he wouldn't have picked me to stand in for him, but... you know."

"It's hard to remember when you've got him criticising everything you do. Gotcha."

"Good. Now shut up. I'm tired."

Wally snorted, and kissed Dick's ear. "Yes, dear."

Dick's breathing soon evened out into the deep rhythm of sleep. Wally listened, and felt his hands around his husband's middle move with every breath. Dick was warm, and sleep-soft, and Wally felt a surge of affection for the man in his arms. He'd missed this, just lying together in the dark, no disasters, no emergencies to tear them apart. No urgency at all. Just... being.

The rhythm of Dick's breaths soon lulled Wally into drowsiness. He cuddled closer, resting his face in the junction between Dick's shoulder and neck. He kissed the skin there and closed his eyes.

"I love you," he whispered, before succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.