soft animal bodies
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in the family of things by deadchannelradio
Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
09 Feb 2023
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Wally gets a babysitting gig from an old friend.
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Dick crouches to be at Damian’s eye level, and his voice suddenly takes on a brisk tone, one Wally associates so strongly with being assigned patrol routes that he twitches. “Wally, this is Damian, Damian, this is Wally. Wally is one of my very best friends. He is very important to me. You aren't going to stab him. This isn’t a debate,” Dick says, when Damian raises an eyebrow, “Or a rule. You can’t physically do it. He is much faster than you.”
“I know what his powers are,” Damian says, sounding annoyed, and also like he considers them to be a fun challenge.
“I would like it to be a rule,” Wally volunteers.
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"Who’s the last person who saw him?" Jason asks Tim. "Did you talk to D- the kid? Nightwing never does anything without talking to him, what’d he say?”
There’s a sudden, nervous silence.
“Hey,” Jason says, dangerously, “Where is the kid?”
“Hm,” Tim says. “He’s- in school -,”
“On a Saturday? In July?” Tim makes a sound like a chipmunk in a trash compactor. “Tim, did you fuckin’ forget about the baby? Do not hang up on me-”
“Don’t real name me at work!” Tim squawks, panicked, and hangs up.Series
- Part 1 of soft animal bodies
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Dick slips back into bed with Wally, and he can’t help but pause for a moment, hand by Wally’s head, propping him up as he looks down. He can barely see him in the dark. Pale eyes, the suggestion of a mouth, vague smudges for eyebrows. His throat works as he swallows. He lets Dick ghost the back of his other hand along his jaw, the stubble scratching at his knuckles. His hand pauses on Wally’s cheek and chin, near to the corner of his lips.
Sometimes he feels things he can’t bear to think. Can’t say. Can’t put a name to. Can’t want. His heart hits hard against his ribs. He can feel it all the way in his fingertips, rumbling loud in his ears. Wally’s still looking up at him. Dick can’t make out his expression in the gloom. Something is blooming in his stomach. It could be easy. He wants it.
He leans down and kisses Wally, chaste, not even half on the mouth. Doesn’t think about it. Wally sucks in a sharp breath, grabs his wet hair with both hands, fingertips sliding along his scalp, pulling him back in.
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- Part 2 of soft animal bodies