30 Days Challenge - Birdflash

29. Karaoke night

!Warning: Swearing!

[Dick - 25; Wally - 27]

"Fuck. Fuck no. Fuck this. Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck all of this." Dick stood up from the couch and paced around. Wally, who sat passively on the couch, wasn't a big help and laughing his ass off.
"Wha-haha-What did you say?" The acrobat turned to the speedster and glared with the hatred of 10 Batmen combined. "Fuck you." The redhead giggle as he desperately gasped for air. "Be-he-he-fore that?"

"I refuse," the ebony threw his arms into the air. "-to participate in this shitshow of a date night!" Having been somewhat successful at calming down, Wally patted the couch beside him. Dick huffed and, reluctantly, sat down.
"Babe, calm down. It's just a song." Dick glared. "It'S jUsT a SoNg." He mocked, only making Wally burst out into giggles.
"I don't sound like that!" Wally, through his laughter, weakly defended. "Yes, you do!" Dick pouted and sulked as Wally continued to laugh.

Wally finally got some control again and nudged the bird. "Just one song, please? For me?" Wally batted his eyes and made puppy eyes. Dick glared back, but eventually gave up and nodded. He was too tired for this shit.
Wally whooped as Dick stood up and walked up to the TV and picked up the microphone to the Karaoke Game Wally had set up minutes ago.
"So which song am I gonna sing?" Humming, Wally thought for a moment before saying, "Fuck you."
"What?" Dick looked at Wally incredulous. The redhead noticed his mistake and hurriedly added. "I mean the SONG! Fuck you by Lily Allen." The ebony looked unsure but set it up anyway.

The music started to play, and Dick prepared himself.

Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor

As Dick sang, Wally was captivated by Dick's voice, like every other time the acrobat sang. Sue him, Dick's voice was nice.

So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

How Dick's sang it was sassy which Wally loved.

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So, please don't stay in touch

By this point even Dick himself was getting into singing and sang with a bit more vigour.

Do you get
Do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch

Wally watched how Dick slowly lost himself to the music and, if you asked him, it was beautiful.

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you

You say
You think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion

The speedster stood up and approached the bird, who noticed that but ignored him in favour of singing.

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So, please don't stay in touch
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)

Once the song was done and Dick was finished, his lips were captured by lips. "We should do this more often."