"Hey, babe..?" Wally called out. "What's this?"

Dick poked his head into the room and looked at the item in the speedster's hand. It was a simple white envelope that looked years old and was worn out around the edges. In the middle, it scrawled, "To Robin" in an oddly familiar handwriting.

Blinking in surprise, Dick entered the room and took the letter from Wally's hand.

"It's been years since I touched this," Dick muttered. "Where'd you find it?"

"Inside your desk," Wally said, eyeing the letter suspiciously. "Why is it even in your room and not in the Batcave? Wouldn't Bats have a fit?"

"It was years ago. Besides, I'm sure Bruce already thinks I disposed of it. But then again... Maybe he does know I still have it."

Wally scrunched up his eyebrow. "Wait who's it even from? How'd you get fan mail delivered to you?"

Dick smiled secretly. "Oh.. Just a boy from Central City."

The speedster looked at his boyfriend in confusion. "So you have an admirer from my city?"

"Guess so." Dick handed the envelope back to Wally and jumped on the bed to sit next to him. "Open it. I think you'll be surprised."

Wally got ready to take out the letter from the envelope but then he paused in thought. "The handwriting looks awfully familiar, though. "Do I know this kid?"

"More than you know," Dick said, hiding a smile.

Wally arched an eyebrow. He took the letter out and quickly opened it.

"Dear Robin," He read out loud. "Hi, my name is Wally West-" He paused. He turned his head in surprise to look at Dick, who quirked a smile.

"Guess my admirer is one Mr. Wally West." He joked, then gestured for Wally to continue reading.

"I'm 11 and you're the best superhero ever (even though you're kinda young)!" Wally laughed at his younger self. "I'll have you know that I'm the best superhero ever."

Dick hit Wally on the shoulder jokingly. "That's not what 11 years old you said. He thought Robin was the best superhero ever."

"He clearly had no taste." Wally joked, lightly bumping their shoulders together.

"I disagree," The acrobat said, shaking his head. "I think 11 years old you had more taste than you now."

"Shut up, you." Wally laughed and got back to reading.

"I hope I get to meet you one day, you're so cool! I wanna be like you." Without even glancing at Dick, he knew that he probably had a smug smile on his face. Flipping the bird at him, he continued on. "Except not the part where you're with Batman cause he's kinda scary."

Wally nodded to that statement. "Still true, younger me."

Dick laughed. "It's not so bad. You get used to Bats."

"I wanna be with the Flash!" Wally continued reading. "Such a coincidence."

"Shh, continue reading," Dick said.

"Hey," Wally crossed his arms playfully. "You're the only one interrupting me."

"Have you met him?" Wally laughed, completely forgetting about the no interruption rule. "I probably knew him better than you did."

Dick grinned. "I remember Barry being the one to deliver the letter."

"He's super duper cool! He can run super fast and he's also a superhero." Wally smiled at his younger self but couldn't help but remark, "I'm way cooler than the Flash!" He quickly finished reading the letter and handed it back to Dick.

"I'm very lucky," Wally said thoughtfully while his boyfriend carefully put away the letter.

Dick turned around and looked at him curiously. His eyebrow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Wally grinned at him and looked at him, emerald eyes softening. "I bet my younger self would be over the moon to be dating his favorite superhero."

Dick's eyes softened and hit his shoulder against Wally's shoulder softly. "Oh stop it, you. I'm very lucky as well. Your letter was super nice and nine-year-old me was very happy to get it." He leaned into Wally's embrace and couldn't help but smile at the life he has.