AN: Hey ya'll, I've had this sitting on my phone for months and didn't think it was written well enough to post but, what the heck. So this can be taken as Birdflash or as Dick/Wally friendship. Hope you guys enjoy. Please review! Oh and I apologize in advance for any OOCness.

Disclaimer: I don't any of them...depressing I know.

Being Mature Is OverRated

The word "mature" is a difficult word to define, and to determine if a decision is "mature" is even harder.

The problem with determining if someone is acting maturely or immaturely, is that it is all opinion based.

Some may say a four year old screaming at their parents for wanting a toy is not immature because they are only four. While others may say that it is.

They may state that a four year old should know manners, already, and that they should respect their parents by now.

So alas the dilemma stands.

What does mature mean really?

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Dick POV

Wally West and I had been best friends for eleven years.

So after hearing that my apartment was blown-up, the only logical thing for Wally to do was to force me to move in with him.

True, I could stay at the manor with my family but living with each other was dream we'd had since we were kids and this was an excuse to follow through.

After we got all the moving boxes in, Wally sped around and unpacked everything.

Until, eventually, all that littered our new apartment was packing paper, bubble wrap, and empty boxes.

My whole family was supposed to visit us later but they hadn't come so I wasn't thinking too much about it.

Bruce said he want to visit to check and see how we were doing but the truth was that he didn't think we were mature enough to be living together.

Which doesn't make any sense because he thinks I'm mature enough to save a city.

He wasn't the only one to think that though.

It wasn't a bad thing, I guess, it was just that anytime Wally and I were alone together, bad things tended to happen.

Like that time in the bat cave… with the batmobile… and the glitter…

Anyway, that's the reason no one thought it was a good idea for us to move in together.

Wally was about to relax on the couch when I shot up and said, "Walls, we have to clean this up."

He let out a dramatic groan but hopped up and began to pick up the paper anyway.

Once he started to work, an idea struck me and a smirk appeared on my face.

I crumpled up a piece of wrapping paper and then threw it at my best friend.

I felt myself laugh as it hit Wally square in the face.

"Oh, you think that's funny huh?" Wally glared, playfully.

Quickly, he balled up one of his own and threw it at the me.

And thus the war had begun.

I dodged his attack and gathered a handful of paper. Then I ran to the other side of the living room in a joyful panic.

We began to build forts out of boxes and make balls out of the paper. We also gathered bubble wrap for different things.

Wally put his bubble wrap on the floor, surrounding his fort and ammo, because he knew how quiet I could be when walking.

I am a bat-kid after all.

I used mine as a shield to block his attacks.

We had both silently agreed not to shoot at each other while setting up our bases and gathering homemade bombs.

Once we were done with all of the preparation, we dove behind our forts.

After a few seconds of silence, other than the cackle I seemed to only do with Wally anymore, I peeked above my fort and was struck in the face by a large piece of balled up paper.

I let out a battle cry as I somersaulted away from the safety of my home base and behind a chair.

I turned the chair to use as another shield and I had a better angle of Wally.

He jumped up getting ready to shoot and I fired away, sending three large bombs his way.

A high pitched shriek escaped him and he fell to the ground.

We were both laughing hysterically.

I need to get inside his home base.

I was trying to infiltrate his fort but I was almost out of ammo.

I let out another battle cry and jumped over his bubble wrap carpet. Then I turned to attack but Wally wasn't there.

I turned around quickly but still, no sight of him.

"Walls?" I asked anxiously while peering around the room.

I screamed as he jumped on my back. He had been dangling from the ceiling tiles.

Trying to knock him off, I swatted at my head and laughed as I began running into things like his fort and the chairs.

However, it did nothing because Wally's grip on me was solid.

He was hitting me in the head with a balled up piece of bubble wrap and we were both laughing.

I was running blindly because Wally had covered my eyes with one arm and was hitting me with the other.

This caused me to run straight into the couch and sent us both toppling over the side.

We were on the ground, breathing heavily, and still laughing when I spoke up.

"You know Walls, I'm starting to understand why people say we are immature."

Another laugh escaped Wally as he responded, "Yeah but being mature is overrated."

AN: Hey, sorry it's short. Please review and tell me what you think! I hope you like it but I wrote this forever ago so sorry if it's not that great. I just thought I might as well post it. I have more of these type stories laying around on my phone and in my drawers. Just let me know what you think, please. :)