Clothes

Dick Grayson laid in his bed sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the previous night's wonderful events. he dreamt of his date with Wally (though he'd never call it that in front of Bruce), how thet  had gone to see the most action-packed movie availabe, lightly touching and nuzzling each other during the slow, romantic parts. He dreamt of their dinner at the local burger joint, stealing each other''s salty fries and cracking jokes between enourmous bites of food. And he dreamed of their walk by the lake which had ended with Dick falling into the ice-cold water beside them. He dreamed of how Wallt gad invited him back to his place to dry off since wallking into Wayne Manor dripping wet wouldn't have brought forth the best results. They had entered the house quietly, tiptoed up to Wally's room, sat down on his bed, and-

That's where it began to all blur together. Smooth rubs on arms and shoulders. Small pecks on cheeks, foreheads, and noses. A pair of lips covering his own, pulling him into a deep, sweet kiss. Familiar arms wrapping around his tiny frame, the kiss increasing in intensity, lips moving together feverishly. Low moans of pleasure filling his ears. The feeling of loving and being loved.

That time repeated over and over in his dream because, for some reason, his mind couldn't remember what happened next. He stayed in bed way past the usual time. So late in fact that Alfred decided to pay him a little visit...

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Knock knock!

Young Master Richard?"

Knock knock!

"Young Master Richard, I do believe the time for your beauty sleep is over."

He knocked on the wooden door one more time before reaching for the brass knob and pushing it open. He immediately noticed what was out of place and started to close the door again when Bruce appeared behind him.

"He's still asleep?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, sir," Alfred replied in his usual tone.

"Hmm...I'll wake him up this time Alfred."

"Very well, sir." Alfred gave a small bow before heading down the many steps to the main room. However, he lingered at the bottom of the stairs.

He did not want to miss this.

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Bruce opened the door slowly before stepping inside. ick was still sleeping without any difficulties, his blue covers rising and fallin in time with his breathing. A light breeze shifted his hair back and forth and-

Wait a minute.

Bruce's eyes narrowed at the clearly wide-open window beside Dick's sleeping form. Dick's window was never open; it left him too vulnerable to attack. He cautiously approached the bed in case that wasn't really Dick lying there. He found that it definitely was him. But the fabric peeking out from under the covers put him on high alert. He gingerly picked up the comforto and growled at what he saw.


"Dick."

Dick's sea blue eyes shot open, the familiar growling of his name slicing through his blissful dream. He bolted uprigh, his eyes darting every-which-way.

"Wh-what?! What' going on?!" His eyes settled on the scowling face of his father-figure and felt himself shrink in his presence.

"Dick..." the Batman began. "Would you care to explain that"

The Dark Knight pointed his finger the the young teen's torso, his expression unwavering. Dick hesitated for a few moments before moving his eyes to his body. His jaw dropped to the floor.

Oh. Shit.

His figure was not covered with his usual bright red pajamas. Something else entirely different replaced it: a single yellow T-shirt with the words "Want Summa This?" printed on the front with sexy red font that was way too big for him. It reached down past his round ass, barely covering all of "the goods."

Oh God, how did this get one me? Where did it-?

And then it hit him.

He had fallen asleep at Wally's house before anything could have gone any  further. Wally must have carried him home that night after changing him out of his soaked clothes and snuck in before anyone had had a chance to notice. That would explain the open window.

A pink blush started to rise in his cheeks and before he could even stop it, one work escaped from his lips in a whisper:

"Wally."

Now in full Batman-Mode, Bruce's eyes widened in shock before narrowing back into a glare that would freeze even Superman. He opened his mouth to say something, but he never got the chance to finish.

"Master Bruce, there's someone at the door," Alfred said from the doorway.

Oh shit.

"I belive it's Young Master Wallace."

Oh God, no-

"I'll be right back."

Bruce turned and stalked out the doorway; Dick could practically see the dark cape swish behind him as he left. He just sat there. Stunned. Then after a moment or two he bolted from his comfortable bed and dashed down the stairs after the man most criminals in Gotham had nightmares about.

What happened next wasn't pretty: limbs went flying, voices began yelling, and a boy started pleading for his dear life. Alfred went and got the medical kit, just in case, before taking a seat to watch the show, camera in hand.

Ah, memories.