metrops | summer paradise (with you)

Better to get too much sun than not enough. I will gladly accept my ginger fate for a good tan.

[He looks a little hurt, but then it's back to his normal smirkyness.] Come on, Rob, does this look like the face of a cheater? [The answer is yes. Yes it does.]

That involves you getting a tan in the first place.

And yes, yes it does. Now let's go. For a speedster you take freaking forever. [And maybe he is a bit excited about going to the beach, and maybe that's why he's so adamant about leaving, but being excited is Wally's forte. He's just the smart and talented one. Obviously.]

Hey, it could happen. And I bet that'd impress Megan. Girls like tan guys, right?

Well, for a speedster, I know how I'm going to actually get there, but don't tell me I have to carry you. [Trying. Not. To laugh. He just finds this image of carrying Robin hilarious.]

I dunno, man. Why don't you try asking one? Then again, that would involve talking to a girl without word-vomiting. Can you handle the stress?

[Abrupt change in demeanor. Must be a touchy subject, eh Rob?]

You try and carry me and I'll break your face.

Edited 2011-08-15 06:37 (UTC)

Dude! Since when do I word-vomit? I'm perfectly charming during every encounter with a lady. Unless that lady is Artemis, but she doesn't count.

[Uh, whoa. Hands go up in defense.]

Whoa, man, it's called a joke? Geez, I know your bike's probably hiding behind some bush and it can probably read your brainwaves or something so all you have to do is think and it'll be here.

[Okay, lighten the mood, Wally.] Besides, I only carry pretty women.

[Mutters under his breath at the women comment, still a little pissed.] Cause you do an awful lot of that.

[Yeah, well, okay so he over-reacted. He gets it and sighs. Sighs work for apologies, right?]

Yeah, I did park it in the bushes. Hey, there we go. I'll race you on the bike. [He says as he already has the remote starter out and his bike buzzes to life, running to the bushes to jump on] Last one there gets to buy the ice cream. [Zooms off without waiting for Wally to respond.]

[Yeah, uh, how about they not talk about this anymore. Awkward. But, of course, he can't resist a race.]

Dude, you're toast! [Goggles on, he speeds off after Robin. And quickly catches up. Because come on. Speedster.] You're gonna hafta go faster than that if you wanna beat me.

[Yeah no. Bros don't need to talk about crap like that anymore. Over. And when Wally catches up to him? He laughs. That creepy little echo as he waits for the right moment.]

Good thing I don't only have speed on my side, huh? [And then he speeds off again, pressing a button on his right handle-bar to let off a cloud of smoke and marbles. It's not cheating if he wins.]

[Oh, that's not even fair. But that's okay, once Wally's done falling on his ass, he's right back up again and going faster this time. Except the beach isn't that far away and Rob's already there—

Oh crap, oh crap, skidding to a stop, decelerating really sucks. So now he's just looking stupid sitting on his ass in the sand, which is also all over him.]

Not cool, man!

[He laughs, cause really, what else do you do in that situation? Wally looks ridiculous.]

You're buying!

[Getting up now, brushing sand off himself.]

Yeah, yeah. What do you want? I'm not exactly loaded.

[He shrugs, pressing the lock on his keys for his bike and hiding it off in some bushes. Cause he's sneaky like that, and it's kind of ridiculous to have a bike sitting in a parking lot with a big R on it. Not very ninja-like.]

Not really hungry. We can get it later. Want to go grab a spot first?

[Wait, did he just pull a Batman on you? Yes. Except now he's back. With a hot dog. He was hungry okay.]

Sorry. Speedster metabolism. [Chewing. Because he has the best manners.] But yeah. We can get it later. I think I've got enough money left...

[And he rolls his eyes, which would be pretty impossible to tell because of the sunglasses but he has pretty intense control over his eyebrows. So maybe it was an eyebrow roll.]

Eh, I'm not even that hungry. Maybe later.

[He doesn't even turn to make sure Wally's following him when he walks off to the actual beach because chances are Wally's already been there and back. So he just walks, picks a spot and puts his bag down.]

It's your beach day, bro. What do you wanna do?

[Wally throws the hot dog carton in the trash on his way over to where Dick is, and it's like he was there the whole time coz, you know. Speed walking. Very convenient.]

I dunno. Bury you in the sand? [And he looks stupidly excited, yet with an evil sort of glint in his eyes. I DUNNO, ROB, HE MIGHT GIVE YOU BOOBS. Because that's, uh, totally what boys are supposed to do.]

Yeah, cause I totally trust you enough to do that. [He rolls his eyes but you know he'll probably give in after a while. Burying people in the sand is just too much fun. For a price. Maybe.]

Dude, let's go body surfing! [And that's when he gets really excited and takes off his shoes and shirt and even his sunglasses cause WHOA, Wally already knows his secret identity.]

[But that totally makes him freak out a little because um Dick's never like taken off his sunglasses in front of him??? DON'T STARE WALLY, IT'S RUDE. AND KIND OF GAY. But Dick's eyes are like, way bluer in person. Um. Awkwardly pretending he's not staring. Nope. Not at all. He's totally a little flustered, though, and what's worse is he knows Dick probably knows, and oh god can he just go die. I MEAN THIS IS LIKE A BIG STEP IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP OKAY coz it's basically THE BIG REVEAL, and even though he already knows he's still like HOW DO FEELINGS.]

Whoa, dude— Uh, is it, like, you know, okay for you to just... not wear your sunglasses? Bats would kill me. You know, the whole "not supposed to know" thing?

[And of course he doesn't even notice Wally freaking out until he turns around and BAM. The ginger is bright red. And talking about his sunglasses. Which he just took off. And...oh crap. He wasn't supposed to do that, was he? So now he's nervous, a little self-conscious, and his hands fidget a bit. Maybe he should put them back on? Crap he is going to be in so much trouble and now Wally's staring and he's got this weird tight feeling in his chest and WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON.]

Oh, um, crap. I can put them back on? [He looks a way for a bit, then down at the ground, then back over to Wally who is still staring and you know what. Screw it. Too late now.] I won't tell him if you won't? Cause yeah, he would kill you. And then he'd kill me. But I'm not going to wear them if we go into the water. That's just...annoying. I had to do that with the team. More trouble than it's worth, you know?

[Ohgod he's still staring. What is wrong with him. No, scratch that. How are Dick's eyes so blue. No, wait, that sounds worse. Crap. Why did Rob have to take off his sunglasses. That's better. Except for the part where he feels like dying. Or maybe that's just because he forgot to breathe and his entire body feels like it's on fire—]

Uh, right. Yeah.

[Yeah. That's it. Awkwardly looking at the sand! It's... very sandy.]

[Okay, yeah, Wally? The staring is not helping the self conscious knot growing in his stomach. Thanks. You're a huge help here. He sighs and rolls his eyes, effectively ignoring the feeling because if Bruce taught him anything it was that, and places his hand on his hip in the most un-gay manner possible. Which is still very homosexual. Not that he knows that.]

Dude, you in there? [He waves his hand in front of Wally's face for a moment before rolling his eyes again.] Let's go man. Take off your shirt so we can get in the water.

What?

[Oh Dick's talking to him. He definitely wasn't thinking about anything, uh, related to Dick. He was definitely thinking about the molecular composition of sand—silicon dioxide, silicon dioxide—which is far more interesting than his best friend. Yes.]

Oh, right, sorry. [ON TO MORE IMPORTANT THINGS. LIKE THE BEACH. Shirt off, he's now standing with his hands on his hips looking determined. He just needs an epic breeze. Forget about being awkward, there is water to conquer! And he gestures to the ocean—] Onward!

No it's cool, let's go!

[Of course, what he doesn't expect is the tight-chest-feeling to come back as soon as Wally takes off his shirt. Best friend here, bro here, and what the eff was the tightness anyway? He didn't have freaking asthma. Crap. Breathe. But there we go, there's the Wally he knows, acting like a dofus as always. So he laughs, pushing Wally off-balance as he makes a run for the water.]

no subject

no subject

1/2

2/2

1/2

2/2

1/2

2/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject