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[Yeah, that sounds about right. And then Dick laughs, smiling comfortably at him.] Your teachers would be so disappointed in you if they weren't totally blown away.

[And it takes him a few more bites before he actually finishes his burger and starts on his fries, watching as Wally continues to vacuum up his food.] And no, I doubt it. Don't they give extra credit for those things anyway? So the other kids have a reason to join it?

[And Wally laughs, coz yeah, they would.] Dude, they'd probably send me to some sort of counselor if that happened. "What? Wally didn't place first in the science fair? Something must be wrong with him!" Which, yeah, I guess there would be...

[Yeah, his food's practically gone by now. Maybe a few bites of burger left, and then there's the drink he's barely touched. So now it's time to slurp on that.] I think? I've always done it for fun. And I don't need extra credit anyway. I mean I could probably teach my chemistry class better than my teacher.

Something wrong with you? Never. [And he rolls his eyes to add a bit more sarcasm, but the grin he wears clearly gives away his joking manner.]

Dude, I still don't understand why they don't let you skip up grades. You would like AP classes so much more... [Dick isn't speaking from experience, of course. He might be smart but he hasn't gone that far yet. Just a couple of grades and all the languages, but hey. Who's counting? He takes a sip from his drink and pushes the last half of his fries towards Wally, cause he's done with them and knows Wally would appreciate them a bit more.]

Ha ha ha, very funny. [But he gladly accepts the last of Dick's fries. He hates wasting food, after all.]

It's not the school that's not letting me, it's my parents. My chemistry teacher keeps trying to push the AP sciences my direction, but I have to turn him down every time. I mean, I guess I could move up anyway and not tell my parents but they'd find out eventually. They just don't want me overloading myself with school—and as far as I know, AP classes have huge workloads. It'd be a challenge, which is what I need, but it's either KF and regular classes or AP classes and no KF. And I can't give up KF, so there's no real argument. [And he looks a little dejected, because he's a speedster, he does everything fast, including homework, so he's pretty damn sure he could handle AP and KF. But he still can't seem to convince his parents.]

[He sighs, looking out to the beach, because really. He will never understand Wally's parents. Ever. How could someone not want their kid to skip ahead in school? Even if it's just to try it?] I would say do it. I know you can keep the grades up, you know you can keep the grades up, I would say do it. If they find out and you can keep the grades up, then there's no problem right?

[But even as he says it he shakes his head.] But at the same time you can't give up KF. The team isn't the same without you around. [And maybe there's more to that then he's saying, but it's not like he's going to even think that far into it.] So I don't know, man. Your parents are weird.

[Wally finishes off his drink and shrugs.] Yeah, I guess? I'd definitely be way less bored if I could switch. Of course, even in AP Physics or Chemistry, I'd still be kicking everyone's asses. [And he's back to his bragging smirk.] You know, natural talent and all that—not to mention the fact that my brain is basically a supercomputer.

I don't know, I'll figure something out. I could probably start taking classes at the community college if I wanted, which would be pretty sweet.

[Then a laugh.] Dude, I am the team. You guys are nothing without me. It's just a bonus that I've got such dashing good looks. [HAHAHA so punny, Wally.]

[The smirk gets an eyeroll. Because that's basically the only way to respond to Wally's shit-eating grin. Which is so not really adorable ohmygodDickshutup.] You could just do my homework for me. You know, read my textbook and do all my work while you're sitting, bored in your class.

[And then he shrugs, taking another sip from his drink] That could work too. But at the same time that would make the upper classes, when you finally get there, so much more boring. Unless you just showed up and took random science classes. It's whatever you want to do, dude. It's your everyday life and all.

[That gets a blank stare, which quickly turns into Dick fighting off a smirk and a laugh.] Yeah, that's why it's a battle every day to keep Artemis and Megan off of you. I don't know how you manage. [But seriously, the pun does kill him, and he can't help but start laughing.]

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Dude, I'm not going to do your homework. [Wait, no, think about this as a business opportunity, Wally.] Unless you, like, pay me or something. You could literally pay me in food. I'd never go hungry again.

[He shrugs.] I dunno, I'll talk to my counselor once I get back to school. For now, let's not talk about school, because it's just another reminder that I'm going back in a week.

[And maybe he feels a little indignant, but he plays it off with a smug shrug.] They just don't know what they're missing yet.

Dude, I'm not going to pay you to not be bored. I can do my homework by my self. [And that's when he finishes his drink, tossing it into the trashcan at the end of their table, making it in easily and smiling his 'I'm just too awesome for my own good' kind of smile.]

[And of course he notices the change Wally tries to hide, so he's changing the subject, standing up.]

Alright dude. Let's go ride some rides and enjoy your last few days as a free man.

What? Come on, you're the one who said I should do it in the first place. [Also he just really loves free food. So I mean, any day without free food is a sad day.]

[Wally follows suit and quickly dumps all his trash in the trashcan.] Okay, but you are not getting me to ride the Ferris wheel. I freaking hate those things.

Yeah, well, when I mentioned it there wasn't money involved. [Not that money would really be a problem. Oh well.]

And dude, no. Ferris wheel? Come on, that's like, kid-stuff. We're hitting the rides.

[And by rides he actually means the one roller coaster and a few of those really sketchy twister stomach-drop rides. Because there's no fun unless danger's involved.]

Dude. Your money is rolling in money. Share the love, man. It's expensive being a speedster.

[And Wally doesn't even care which one they do first, so he'll let Rob pick.]

Well then, lead the way, Brave Sir Robin.

Are you asking for a loan? Because I can give you one with a nice 15% interest rate.

[He's not even going to comment on the Sir Robin, because he gets to pick the rides and that's all he cares about.]

Sweet deal, bro. Let's hit up the Twister Alley one. [And he's off again, heading down to where the rides are on the pier, really quite excited.]

Seriously? Dude, that's called extortion.

[But now they're walking toward the rides! And Wally's just kind of laughing at how excited Rob is, because it's times like these that he remembers Rob is still only thirteen. Not that being fifteen makes Wally much more mature, but sometimes it feels that way, even if it was only two years ago that he was thirteen, too.]

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Yeah, well, you can go get torted up by a bank if you'd rather.

[And Rob doesn't even care right now, because yeah, he is totally excited to be here with his best friend going to ride a bunch of rides. He can't remember the last time he rode a ride. Not since he's become Robin, that's for sure.]

[Broshove!] Whatever, man.

[Then he remembers something!] Oh, Mom said you're welcome to stay over tonight. You know, if you want.

Oh, dude, totally. I'll just have to call Alfred to let him know.

[Excitedgrin! Cause this day is getting better and better, nevermind the whole life-threatening situation they had not too long ago.]

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lol almost a month later

it's never too late

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