Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 20: Dancing

Dick and Wally liked to fight over who got to lead when they danced. It had become something of a running joke in high society Gotham, long before they were engaged. So it was only natural that the tradition would continue, even at their own engagement party.

"I used to lead all the time," Wally argued, taking control for a moment before Dick stole it back.

"Yeah, back when I was a little squirt." Dick twirled Wally a few times, ignoring the older man's grumbling.

"I'm older than you," Wally whined when Dick finally desisted.

"I'm taller."

"Barely. And I'm the one who propsed to you."

"You're also the one who was late to his own engagement party."

Wally groaned and plonked his forehead onto Dick's shoulder. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Definitely not. I'm also stronger than you. So, naturally, I'm the better choice." The music drew to an end, and Dick dipped Wally, letting his head drop dangerously close to the floor. Wally held onto him tightly.

"You're not nice."

"You haven't been attracted to nice people since M'gann." Dick pulled him back up. "Should I start listing names?"

Wally bumped their shoulders together and led him off the dance floor. They passed by Bruce, who was still chatting up that pretty blonde from earlier. Dick made some kind of facial expression that Wally didn't see, but Bruce made the quickest of rude gestures Wally had ever seen somebody other than a speedster do. Dick laughed his way over to a table, where he and Wally finally took a moment to relax.

"This isn't so bad," Wally said, accepting a glass of champagne from Dick, which Dick had snagged from a passing waiter.

"I'm waiting until I see the tabloid headlines tomorrow." Dick reclined in his seat and took a sip of his own champagne. "Knowing them, they'll have decided we broke up and I ran away with Superman to elope in the Bahamas."

"What happens to me?"

"Haven't decided yet. Maybe they'll decide you snap up the woman Bruce has been talking to and then flee the city as Bruce rains hell down upon the both of you." Dick's nonchalance at the concept was a little concerning. And slightly attractive for some reason.

"Forget the tabloids," Wally said eventually. "You're not getting rid of me that easy."

Dick grinned at him over the rim of his glass. "Of course not. We have to stay together long enough to justify the amount of money Bruce dropped on our rings."

"So, the rest of our lives?"

Dick chuckled. "Sounds good to me." He held up his glass. "To being stuck together forever."

Wally clinked his glass against Dick's, and they drank.