metrops | summer paradise (with you)

[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.]

Dude!

[Tripping over himself for a sec, then totally speeds past Dick and basically crashes into the incoming wave, letting himself get washed up on the shore with a really stupid look on his face because the salt water totally went up his nose.]

Oh god, oh god, it went up my nose— Oh god it burns—

[Bursts out laughing, to the point that he's holding his sides, before reaching forward and grabbing some seaweed from on top of his head.]

Dude, ocean water. Salt. Of course it burns! [Laughs again before walking further out into the waves.]

[Sorry, he's still having a fit over here. Just. Give him a moment to keep scrunching his nose like a bunny while trying to swallow. He probably looks pretty ridiculous.]

Okay, okay. I think I'm good. [And he's up and heading back into the water.] Note to self: do not run head first into a wave. But in my defense it kind of attacked me.

[That's okay because Dick just dove under a wave, surfacing again to have all his hair over his eyes before he slicks it back.]

You act like you've never been in the ocean before. [But of course, he's still laughing. Maybe more of a giggle. Because Wally still looks pretty funny scrunching his face like that.]

[And Wally almost chokes on his own saliva when Dick resurfaces, because— no, he actually has no idea why that just happened. Well, somewhere in the back of his head he knows exactly why, but that part of his brain isn't currently communicating with the rest of it. He's uh, just gonna cough and pretend nothing happened. And, you know, his face is suddenly sunburned. Which is why it's kind of pink. BUT DEFINITELY NOT RED—

Okay, Wally, breathe, get it together.]

I've never been in the ocean with super speed. And it's never gone up my nose before! That I can remember, anyway. My parents or Iris probably took me when I was little, but I think I was more interested in building sandcastles than going out in the water.

[And he doesn't even notice the magical delimma going on in Wally's head because it's convient. So instead he just kind of floats in the water and keeps his head above the waves. Cause that's what you do when you're in the ocean. You know, not drown.]

Ahh, sucks. Alfred's taken me to the beach a few times, since it's only a little ways away from Gotham. But you can only go in the summer or else it's way too cold. And the Gotham port stinks. [And now it's his turn to scrunch up his nose.]

But dude, your super speed could be awesome. Have you tried walking on water yet? Like, running over it like the Flash? Or creating some sort of whirl pool? Cause that could be awesome too.

[And now he's just coming up with crazy ideas because the possibilities are endless, even if technically there are no possibilities what with people around and all.]

[Of course, when Dick mentions Alfred and the beach, Wally's all laughs because come on, the mental image of Alfred at the beach is hilarious.]

Dude, dude, does Alf have one of those striped one piece bathing suits? Or is he still required to wear a real suit to the beach?

[He thinks about these non-possibilities for a moment and dunks himself in the water, resurfacing a moment later shaking his head like a wet dog.] I dunno, man, I could probably do the whirl pool thing, but Flash hasn't really gotten around to teaching me the art of running on water. And, uh, I kinda don't wanna drown.

[He laughs as well, imagining Alfred in one of those swim suits. God, that would be a sight.] No, no, oh my god if he did though.... no when we come out to the beach he usually just has his normal suit pants and white shirt and vest. He just like, rolls the bottoms of the pants and doesn't go in the water.

[Watches him as he goes under and back up again, just...just cause he wants to alright? He doesn't really know why. And it's not weird, okay? It's not. He's just...okay maybe it's kind of strange but he can't help but smile a little.] Dude, you should totally try it out. We can do tests and training and stuff on the part of Gotham bay right near the cave. It's secluded enough. Oh man that would be so awesome if you could run on water.

Aw, man, talk about lame. [And then he thinks of something funnier. But... does he dare? YES. YES HE DOES.] But you know what'd be even better? Batman in one of those.

[And he still says Batman because he can't even bring himself to call Rob "Dick." It's still weird that he actually knows and that he's actually looking Dick in the eyes, but he's getting used to that. Even though he shouldn't. Because this is probably only a one-time thing. And he shouldn't be disappointed by that but, yeah, he totally is.]

Seriously? I mean, that'd be totally awesome. But, I dunno, wouldn't it be better for me to do this with Flash?

[And the next part comes out as a really fast afterthought.] NotthatIdon'twanttodoitwithyouoranything.

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