Title: Your Lap is so Very Comfortable

Rating: T

Warning: Slash (Boy/boy), language, and suggestive themes.

Summary: Whether it's relaxing before the fire, playing videogames with his bro, tanning at the beach… even on missions for crying out loud, Dick's head inevitably finds itself in Wally's lap. Wally can't help but think things… things he probably should not be. Slash: Rob/KF. [Pre-Invasion.]

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Your Lap Is So Very Comfortable – Part I

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{Mount Justice,

January 18, 07:24 p.m. EDT}

"Oh fuck, it is cold out there!" Wally shot through the zeta tubes, starting to run before he had even fully materialized. He realized that was probably a bad idea as a weird tingly feeling shot through his body, like when one's foot falls asleep. He knew it did happen sometimes that the tubes could malfunction and send the teleporting person over in separate stages, and separate pieces. A very unpleasant situation indeed… Now, being a speedster, he knew his molecular structure was quite different from non-metas, but still. He probably should wait till he was entirely there before he started moving. He skidded to a stop and inspected his body for some visible damage.

His fingertips burned, but that was most likely due to the way-below freezing temperatures outside. Seriously, it was so cold! Sure, it was January and this was New England, but still. It shouldn't be this cold. He wished he could head back to Keystone City where it was a good ten degrees warmer. Actually, he might as well just head for Africa or somewhere near the equator for a beach vacation. He grinned; being the Fastest Boy Alive kind of had its advantages.

He pulled off his fingerless gloves (yeah, he should probably buy some woolen mittens next time), his hat, and his coat all at superspeed and dumped them on the floor next to the zeta entrance. Someone else would probably pick them up anyway.

"Wally, language," chorused three girls' voices from the kitchen, before turning into a fit of giggles. The redhead stopped in his beeline towards the fridge and looked up in surprise. He had thought for some reason Mount Justice would be empty, but apparently not.

M'gann was currently floating up by the top cupboards, pulling out flour and sugar and other stuff Wally didn't know the name of. Well, you couldn't blame him! He'd never so much as touched a pan before. He ate food, a lot of food, but that didn't mean he had ever made it himself. No, Wally was no cook. The most he had ever made himself was a sandwich; he left everything else to his mom, Aunt Iris, or Alfred when he was at Dick's (which happened pretty often, he had to admit.)

Zatanna was standing below the Martian holding a rather crumpled piece of paper, and was reading off a list of ingredients. Artemis was leaning against the island counter, flipping through a cookbook.

"Yeah, yeah, I swore- clean out your ears. You all don't know how cold it is out there, just saying!" He waved a hand casually. "What are you guys doing?" Wally then asked, opening the fridge and rummaging through it for some snack.

"Girls night out," Artemis replied, hardly sparing the redhead a glance. "That means you, Baywatch, get out," she added. Wally purposefully ignored her. The kitchen was a public place; she herself could just 'get out'.

"We're baking an apple pie!" answered M'gann excitedly, touching down on the floor next to Zatanna. Various bags, bottles and shiny apples floated around her head. She brought them to rest on the counter top with a flick of her wrist.

"Okay, so, it says to preheat the oven to three-hundred and sixty degrees," Zatanna remarked, eyeing the paper in her hand. "Should I do that?"

"An apple pie! Oh goodie. Tell me when it's ready won't you, beautiful?" the speedster told M'gann, eyeing her appreciatively. She merely smiled at him.

"Of course, we'll call everyone." It may have only been his imagination, but it sounded like she put some kind of emphasis on the last word… "Yes, Zatanna, go ahead. Do you know how to set the dials?"

"Excuse me?" cut in Artemis, looking up from her examination of the cookbook. "Why should he get to stuff his face after we spend three hours making it?"

"Oh, so you want me to help you? No problem. Baking a pie with you three lovely girls…" Wally sighed dreamily and winked at her. Artemis looked disgusted.

"You touch anything on this table with your grimy fingers and I'm shoving an arrow up your ass," the archer snapped back, closing the cook book sharply. Wally scowled at her.

"Artemis, language," he scoffed in an imitation of their earlier banter. He knew she was fully capable of carrying out her threat if she really wanted too, but that didn't stop him from retorting. Ignoring her murderous expression, he pulled out a few chocolate bars, (not finding anything else appealing in the fridge), and proceeded to 'stuff his face' as Artemis had dubbed it.

"Wally can help if he wan—" M'gann started, attempting to resolve the conflict in the only way she knew how.

"NO!" Zatanna and Artemis cried out simultaneously, sending the green-skinned girl looks of disbelieving shock.

"Girls night out, remember?" Artemis amended after a moment, feeling bad by the hurt look on M'gann's face.

"Wally, why don't you go hang out with Connor or Kaldur, they're in their rooms," Zatanna suggested, turning to the speedster who was glaring at them with crossed arms. Geeze, they just couldn't wait to get rid of him, could they? Was he that unappealing? He huffed and turned away, grabbing another chocolate bar for later as he did so. Girls night out? Lame.

'Recognized: Robin B-0-1' echoed the zeta-tube's disembodied voice.

"Robbie!" Wally shot forward, ready to engulf his best friend in a hug. He, of course, tripped over the pile of clothes he had discarded earlier and landed face-first on the floor in front of a pair of black combat boots. He winced, hearing the three girls sniggering behind him.

"Aw man, that hurts…" the redhead grumbled, scrambling ungainly to his feet and clutching his nose. He didn't know which hurt more right now; his nose or his pride. Judging by the skeptically raised eyebrow on Robin's face, it was the latter.

"Smooth, KF, smooth," Robin snickered, before running a hand through his hair. Wally didn't miss the sparkle of white fluff that dusted the top of his head, easily visible against his ebony colored hair.

"Dude, is it snowing!?" Wally exclaimed, rushing over to the back entrance that opened onto the beach, flinging open the door. He looked up expectantly, but there were no snow clouds in the sky and there was no white fluff getting stuck in his hair. He shivered and slammed the door shut, rubbing his hands together to warm himself up again. Yeah, it was way too cold outside to snow anyway; he should have known that. Any kind of water in this temperature would turn straight to ice, not snow.

He returned to the main room in time to see Robin hanging up his coat and hat on the coatrack. See? He knew someone was going to pick up his stuff sometime or other. He just hadn't expected to trip all over it and humiliate himself in front of everyone before someone did, but whatever.

"KF, it's snowing in Gotham," Robin said without even turning around, eyeing Wally's clichéd colored red and yellow hat. Thankfully, he didn't comment.

"Yeah, I just realized that…" Wally replied glumly. "Dude, do you see how cold it is here? That's just not normal. I hope they hurry up and finish that apple pie because I could really use it," he added, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

"They're making an apple pie? Awesome." Robin turned with a swish of his cape and headed into the dimly-lit hallway that led to their rooms. Wally only just now realized that the kid was still in his uniform. No surprise really, he knew Robin was often patrolling separately with Batman outside of team missions. He was part of the Dynamic Duo, after all. Wally noticed a jagged cut in Robin's cape that showed some parts of his body that one normally didn't see. He wondered vaguely why that particular piece of information was impressed upon him, but shoved that thought quickly out of his head. The younger boy tapped the code swiftly into the keypad in front of his door and padded inside. Wally followed him without even thinking, still complaining.

"You have no idea how glad I am you got here, Rob! Zatanna was going to make me hang out with Connor and Kaldur for the entire evening while they sat there baking a pie. I mean, nothing against Supey and Kal, but come on. They're not exactly the best of company. Sheesh, and they had to be so nasty about it too. Even Zatanna, and she is usually nice to me, unlike certain needs to take a chill pill once in a while, not even kidding. Hey, can you, like, hack into the heaters here and turn the thermostat up? It's freaking January and it's like negative fifty out there, but it's still reeeally chilly in here. Isn't this is supposed to be a high-tech base or something; can't they at least keep us thawed? Oh right, Red Tornado is a robot and Batman is a cold-blooded animal so I guess not. Not like they can stand to turn up the heat just a little bit to keep us warm. No, we work our asses off training and saving the world but we can't even get a nice warm place to put up our feet once in a while." Wally rambled on, taking a long-suffering sigh, and rubbing his hands together again to emphasize his point.

Robin had taken off his utility belt and was inspecting was looked like a blood spatter on it. He whipped out a handkerchief and wiped it off. As Wally paused for breath in his incessant monologue, Batman's protégé turned to look at him with an exasperated expression.

"Does the cold, like, loosen up your vocal chords or something?" he asked, smirking in amusement. "Because you really are not shutting up. Oh, and since when is Batman a 'cold-blooded animal'?" he added, unclasping his cape and draping it over the swivel chair in front of his computer monitors. Wally huffed.

"We-el, you know what I mean. But, seriously… can you turn the heat up?"

"Can you get out of my room so I can get changed?" Robin retorted, pointing to the door. Wally blinked for a moment, then made his way meekly out of the Boy Wonder's room. So much for that… he'd just have to find some other way of getting warm. He leaned against the wall and fiddled with the zipper on his jacket while he waited for Robin to wash up and get changed into his civilian clothes.

Suddenly he heard a crashing sound from inside the closed room and Robin's muffled voice saying: "Oh for the love of Batman…" Wally frowned.

"Rob? Everything okay?" he called, but there was no reply. He shrugged; Robin could take care of himself, he was Robin. He pulled out the chocolate bar he had been saving. It had been a whole fifteen minutes since he had last eaten; definitively time to fuel up. He demolished the bar in a few seconds, licking off his chocolaty fingers. As a result, he didn't notice the door opposite him sliding open soundlessly.

"Psst. Wally." The said boy looked up quickly, and froze. Because… there was a little blue-eyed Dick Grayson peering through the crack in the door, beckoning him forward. Yeah, blue-eyed Dick Grayson. He wasn't wearing his mask, or his sunglasses. Wally stared at him in disbelief. He hadn't seen Dick without his shades on since the day he told him who he really was.

Dick rolled his eyes at the redhead's frozen state, (and Wally internally danced because he could actually see it for once), and cast a swift glance down the hallway to make sure it was empty. He stepped out, grabbed Wally by the front of his shirt and yanked him roughly into his room where he landed sprawling on the floor. Dick closed the door with a definitive 'click' behind him.

"Well now… what did I do to deserve this?" Wally said charmingly, indicating Dick's bare face. He rolled onto his back and smiled up at Dick from the floor. His smile turned into a grin seeing the younger boy's ears turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You didn't do anything, Kid I've-got-an-ego-bigger-than-my-head. That is what happened," Dick bit back, pointing accusingly at something on the floor next to Wally. The speedster sat up and looked down at what appeared to be the shattered remains of a pair of sunglasses. The dark glass lay is several fragments on the carpeted floor, and a few broken wires stuck up into the air. "I stepped on my shades," the boy elaborated, sullenly. Wally tried to, and failed to, suppress a laugh. Dick's face was just priceless.

"Don't you have a spare?" he managed to choke out finally, shrinking back slightly from the murderous bat-glare directed towards him.

"Those were the spares of the spares…" Dick replied, heaving a sigh. "I ran over my real pair a few weeks ago with my R-Cycle. They kind of fell out of my pocket when I was leaving the Batcave, and when I came back I didn't see them until it was too late. I threw my spares at Poison Ivy the other day on patrol… and now I stepped on these. I don't have any left…" He groaned. "This is so not asterous." Dick glared down accusingly at the shards of dark glass as if it was all their fault.

"…Okaay… May I ask whyyou chucked your spares at Ivy?" Wally was still trying not to laugh. He had a mental image of Robin throwing his glasses in a temper tantrum at Poison Ivy while she was trying to wrap him up in vines and it was incredibly hilarious. Dick reached a hand down to help Wally up, and then plopped down on the bed. Wally moved what looked like a half-finished circuit board out of the way and sat down next to him.

"Um, well… even Robin gets the pockets of his utility belt mixed up sometimes," Dick finally replied, grinning sheepishly. Wally raised an eyebrow questioningly. That was one thing he had never expected to hear coming out of Robin's mouth. "I had just re-ordered it and all, kind of a 'spring cleaning', you know? You would not believe what kind of junk there was floating around in there… Anyway, I kind of forgot in the middle of the battle that I had changed that pocket so… so yeah. It was supposed to be a birdarang." Dick finally gave in and let out a chuckle.

"Bet Bats was pissed," Wally said sympathetically. Dick laughed.

"Pretty much." They then lapsed into a comfortable silence. Wally, though, couldn't keep his eyes off of Dick's face, no matter how much he tried. He was just so used to seeing them covered with a domino mask or his typical shades; it looked so… weird when he was without them. He looked so much younger… And then his eyes, of course. Wally was quite sure that that exact shade of blue was not supposed to be an eye color. He had seen all kinds of blue eyes: icy blue eyes like Connor's, pale baby-blue like those hot blonde chicks at school, greenish blue, grayish blue… but not this kind of blue. Clear, dark blue, like the ocean at noon from the Caribbean. Like, crystally dark blue with a million different shades. They were, (Wally blushed), quite attractive. Not to mention that they just looked great with his dark hair and fair complexion.

"Dude, uh… stop staring at me..." Wally realized that Dick had been looking right back at him the whole time he had been formulating these thoughts. The tension in the room suddenly became palpable. He sincerely hoped he had not been thinking aloud as he sometimes did. The redhead turned a color that almost matched his hair, and looked quickly away.

"I'm just… not used to it…" he mumbled, glancing back at the shattered shades on the floor. Yeah, he really hoped he hadn't been thinking aloud. Dick did not need to hear that. "What are we going to do?" he asked suddenly, in an attempt to change the subject. "I mean, you can't leave this room until we find you a spare and the whole team is out there so…"

Dick shrugged nonchalantly, to Wally's surprise.

"I'll just wear my mask, even though that's annoying. Or…" here he cast Wally a sidelong glance of full on puppy-dog eyes. "Or, you could head down to the nearest CVS store and buy me a cheap, temporary pair…" Dick left the sentence hanging. Wally groaned.

"You're such a pain in the ass," he said, affectionately tousling Dick's hair. "You're going to make my butt freeze off in the cold out there."

"You're a speedster," Dick countered, grinning because he knew his game was already won. He patted down the hair Wally had mussed up.

Wally didn't reply; he just shot out the door and headed for the zeta tubes. A delicious smell from the kitchen made him skid to a stop, though. He walked casually over to where the three girls were lounging against the counter flipping through a magazine. They didn't appear to take notice of him; instead they all pointed to a picture he couldn't see and burst into giggles. Wally rolled his eyes and peered into the oven. The pie must have been finished while he was speaking with Dick, and was now baking happily away. He inhaled the scent deeply, feeling his stomach rumble. Someone rapped his hand sharply with a spoon, however, as he reached out to open the door to the oven.

"Don't. Touch." Artemis jabbed the spoon at him threateningly and the redhead retreated, cradling his injured knuckles.

Muttering something about a 'chill pill', he grabbed his coat from the rack and pulled it on, disappearing into the zeta tubes.

'Recognized: Kid Flash B-0-3', the monotone female voice announced. No more than thirty seconds later, the zeta tubes glowed yellow again.

'Recognized: Kid Flash B-0-3'. He had, of course, left some money on the shop counter. Heroes don't steal, even when it's like negative fifty outside. Flourishing the new pair of sunglasses, he strode past his teammates as they turned to look at him quizzically.

"Rob smashed his shades," he explained unhelpfully, propping the new ones on his face as he did so. He disappeared in a blur of color and collapsed on Dick's bed. How did the kid live every day with these things on? They made everything so dark… You can't enjoy life from behind a pair of shades. Maybe his real ones were some kind of one-way glass. Or maybe he just had really good vision in the dark, like the namesake of his mentor. Wally turned to grin at his best friend from behind the dark glasses, assuming a cocky air.

"You look ridiculous. So not your style," the boy told him, plucking them from Wally's nose and setting them on his own face.

"Dude!" he exclaimed indignantly. Dick went into the adjacent bathroom to inspect himself in the mirror.

"Eh, not the best, but they'll do. I miss the x-ray vision, though," echoed Dick's voice from around the corner.

Wally spluttered. "You have x-ray vision?" Dick's trademark cackle preceded him out the door. He patted the speedster's shoulder.

"Just messing with you." Wally didn't know whether he should believe him or not, so he shrugged off his hand tetchily.

"Thanks, bro," Dick added then, sincerely. Wally knew that was the most appreciation he would get for running out in below freezing temperatures to buy him a new pair of shades. But this was Robin, not M'gann, anyway… he'd take what he got. Wally smiled.

"So… that means you're going to take them off, right? I didn't go out there and waste seven dollars and not even get to see your eyes again?" Wally prodded. He frowned, perplexed, when Dick's ears turned red and he didn't quite meet Wally's green gaze.

"Uh…" Dick walked over to where he had left his utility belt and slung it around his shoulder, his back to Wally. The redhead knew he always kept that thing on him, even in his civvies.

"Don't tell me you're self-conscious about your eyes," Wally snickered, leaning back against the headboard. "Come on, I'm your bro." Dick pulled his black jacket on, covering the belt.

"Well, if you stop comparing them to the Caribbean, then maybe I will," came Dick's quiet reply, with a hint of some emotion Wally couldn't place. He froze and bit his lip.

"Oh… crap. I did say that out loud, didn't I? Sorry man…" Wally wondered what else he had said. He blushed again. Dick smiled softly to himself and pulled off the glasses, tossing them unceremoniously on the floor. He stared at them for a moment, then picked them up and laid them on his desk. Apparently, he didn't want to run the risk of stepping on them again.

"No worries, Kid Mouth," he said, turning to smirk at Wally. Wally threw a sock at him. The speedster let out a yelp of surprise when a pillow smacked into his face immediately afterward. Geeze, normal humans weren't supposed to be able to chuck pillows that fast. 'Course, Dick couldn't exactly be classified as a 'normal human'. This exchange soon turned into a full-blown pillow fight, in which Dick soon had the upper hand. But Wally didn't mind. In fact, he was glad Dick was acting normal again after the awkward turn in their conversation.

"I win," the Boy Wonder crooned in a sing-song voice, his breath on Wally's ear. Dick had pinned Wally's arms above his head with one hand, was straddling his back, and had sandwiched the redhead's face between a fluffy pillow and the mattress.

"Geboffme!" yelled Wally incoherently, his voice swallowed by the mattress. It smelled of Dick; a strange combination of cinnamon and something dark that characterized Gotham. Wally speculated how he knew what Dick smelt like.

"Come again?" laughed Dick, only tightening his hold. Wally struggled harder, seeing as he was actually starting to suffocate. How humiliating… He could see tomorrow's headlines: Kid Flash, Central City's hero, asphyxiated last night by a pillow in vigilante Robin's bed. Okay that just sounded… disturbing. Dick's chuckle turned into a yelp of surprise (which Wally found rather endearing) as the speedster started to vibrate his molecules rather violently. He was quickly released as the black haired boy jumped off him, giving Wally a weird look.

"Don't ever do that again, that was just… freaky," he told him, shaking his head as if to get rid of the feeling. Wally grinned mischievously, his eyes glinting.

"Who would have thought the Boy Wonderful would ever consider something 'freaky'," Wally sniggered, using his pet name for Robin. Dick's eyes widened comically as Wally lunged at him, catching him by surprise (for once). He encased the boy's smaller frame in his vibrating arms, crushing him to his chest, then pinned Dick's hands to his side to stop him reaching his utility belt. He knew the gist of Robin's fighting technique: without his utility belt Wally at least would have a chance. Dick made some weird sound between a laugh and a groan, unable to move because of the tingly feeling shooting through his body. This was both because of Wally's vibrations and because of his sudden close proximity to his friend.

"I win," Wally chuckled, echoing Dick's previous phrase. That must have hit a nerve because Dick growled, spun around within Wally's hold and kneed him in the guts, making him collapse on the floor in an ungainly heap.

"In your dreams, Flash Boy," Dick cackled. Wally choked for breath and playfully glared at him. Yeah, in his dreams. He knew it would be a miracle the day he beat Robin in hand to hand combat, even with a vibrating power that seemed to temporarily incapacitate his friend.

They fell back onto the fluffy black and red duvet that covered Dick's bed. Seriously, the kid needed to get more color variety in his room. Everything, everything, was black, red or yellow. Besides the walls; they were beige. Though, that could be classified as 'yellow' too, right? Wally swept his gaze across the room, from the double-doors of his walk in closet to the hidden cubby in the opposite wall where Dick stashed his… uh, gay porn magazines? Wally had no idea what he kept in there. It had never been opened in his presence. He wondered if Dick being Batman's 'son' was the reason why he got the best room here in Mount Justice. At least, it was bigger than his.

"Do you want to play a video game?" Wally asked, turning his head to look at Dick. The younger boy lay sprawled on his back, his hands locked behind his head, and his eyes were closed. Wally marveled at the striking contrast between his long, dark lashes and his pale cheek. Dick groaned softly at Wally's suggestion, however.

"I dunno Wally… kind of not up to it," he murmured, shifting slightly. Wally was suddenly reminded of the jagged cut in Robin's cape, as well as the blood spatters on his bright yellow utility belt. He sat up quickly. Crime-fighting was not without its penalties, especially for someone like Robin.

"Are you okay?" he asked hurriedly. Dick opened an eye, gauging Wally's concerned expression. He sighed.

"Just some scratches and a couple bruised ribs, nothing big." His voice sounded tired, and Wally frowned. Why hadn't he said so earlier? He'd been rough-housing with him this whole time; that could have led to a more severe injury. Wally was about to tell him just that, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Robin? Are you in there?" M'gann's voice sounded, muffled by the sound-proof door. Dick jumped off the bed and slipped his glasses on in one fluid move before opening the door for her.

"Yes, M'gann?" he questioned, leaning against the door frame. She peered over his shoulder to see Wally slumped on the bed and smiled.

"The pie is finished, we wanted to invite everyone to have a plate," she explained, stepping away from the door. Good thing she did, because Wally shot out of it the second the words left her lips. Dick was shoved roughly into the doorway by the speedster's passage where he grunted, fingering the hidden bandages on his side subconsciously. Wally's concern for his friends only lasted until the next mention of food, apparently.

"Well, that sure got someone's attention," Dick murmured, following him out and closing the door behind him. Honestly, he would much rather just curl up in his big fluffy bed and go to sleep. Even the delicious scent wafting through the hallway from the kitchen failed to rouse his appetite. He was freezing cold, and really sleepy, and battered up so his bones ached with every step. But he knew it would hurt M'gann feelings if he refused her cooking. Besides, it was nice of the girls to share their creation with the rest of the team anyway. So he pulled his hoodie tighter around himself and followed the Martian into the kitchen, sitting down heavily on the barstool.

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Author's Note: Okay, pointless chapter is pointless… I'm sorry. I kinda just started writing without planning it out, so this is like a huge long ramble with none of the awaited slash/fluff. I hate you writers block… Next chapter will spice things up, hopefully! Hope you liked it at least for the Wally/Dick bro time.

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