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“Hey babe,” Dick calls as he steps into their apartment, closing the door behind himself. “Got that ice cream you- what is happening?”
The lights are dimmed over the dining table, with two places set and a couple (fake) candles lit. “Uh. Walls?”
“Kitchen!”
Dick follows his voice. Wally turns from where he’s facing the stove towards Dick.
Dick’s eyes flick to the apron and he laughs. “Seriously?”
Kiss the cook .
“I could not resist buying it,” Wally grins.
Dick rolls his eyes fondly and momentarily turns to toss the ice cream into the freezer.
“You get… one,” Dick says, pulling Wally into a hug and kissing him gently.
“Aw man,” Wally whines when Dick pulls back. “Tease.”
“So. What are you doing?”
“I am making us dinner. Because that’s just how loving I am.”
“And humble.”
“Always. Now shoo. I’m busy,” Wally turns back towards the stove.
Dick laughs and heads to the bedroom, getting into something more comfortable than a police uniform - which is almost anything. He pulls on some jeans and a random t shirt and heads back into the kitchen.
“Out! Go to the table!”
“So bossy,” Dick mutters but still does what he says. He sits at his spot and messes around on his phone for a few minutes.
“Alrighty,” Wally says as he walks in, each hand holding one bowl, and puts one at their respective seats.
“Mac and cheese?” Dick laughs. “I love it, thank you.”
“Ah, you love it now, wait ‘til you try it,” Wally grins. In a blink they both have a glass of water at their seats. “Go on!” Wally watches Dick expectantly, foot starting to tap anxiously.
“Alright alright.” Dick grabs his fork, stabs a couple noodles, and eats them. His eyes grow slightly in surprise.
“…holy shit, Walls, this is… amazing? Like… one of the best… things I’ve ever? eaten?”
Wally preens from the praise. “I… uh, might have zipped over to Florence and bought fresh made pasta. And found a small dairy farm in Wisconsin with extra sharp aged cheddar. And found some fancy ground mustard in England.”
“Oh, is that it?” Dick says dryly.
“Ok maybe it was a tad overboard. But I wanted it to be special!”
Dick laughs quietly. “It’s amazing, thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Wally says softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Then he promptly dives into his own bowl.
“So I have some news!” Dick says excitedly while they eat.
“Mm?” Wally hums, mouth full but paying attention.
“I’ve officially been promoted to Police Sergeant.”
Wally quickly grabs his glass of water and takes a swallow. “Dick! That’s awesome! Is there a ceremony? Do I have to dress super fancy or just like mid-level fancy or just not look like shit? Whatever. I’m so proud of you!”
Dick smiles wide at him. “Khaki pants and a button down is fine. It’s in a week!”
“That’s really awesome sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” Dick grins, going back to his bowl of pasta.
Wally finishes his bowl a few seconds later and in a blink of an eye it’s filled to the brim again.
“How much did you make?” Dick laughs.
“…um. Five pounds,” he answers sheepishly.
Dick cackles. “If you weren’t a speedster I’d be horrified.”
“Me fucking too,” he grins.
Dick finishes his bowl shortly thereafter.
“More?” Wally asks.
“I think one bowl’s all I can handle. It’s delicious - but rich.”
“True. I made dessert too!”
“Oh?”
A couple beeps sound from the oven.
“Speaking of which.” Wally zips into the kitchen and Dick hears the oven open and close, and then a heavy dish is placed on the stove. “Ooooh. A+ job Wall-Man,” is muttered in the kitchen.
Dick laughs and Wally zips back to the table. “It needs to cool a tiny bit.” Wally downs the rest of his mac and cheese in about a minute. Then he zips away, taking both their bowls and forks.
Dick hears him place the dirty dishes in the sink, then some rummaging in the silverware drawer, and the freezer opening and closing.
“Ok close your eyes!” Wally calls from the kitchen. Dick obliges.
“Done.”
A couple seconds pass.
“Open!”
Dick opens his eyes to the sight of a cast iron skillet, filled with a giant chocolate chip cookie and topped with a few scoops of ice cream, and also a glass of milk for each of them. He turns to Wally, who actually looks a little nervous, and also a little expectant.
“Aw, Walls…” Dick says, voice tight. “It’s…”
“I know.”
“We ate this on our first date,” he murmurs, eyes misting.
“Yeah,” Wally says softly. “I was feeling reminisc-y this afternoon, thinking about us.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“Oh yeah, it’s full of sugar.”
“Not it. You, ya dork.”
“I know,” Wally laughs and hands Dick a spoon.
“Cheers,” Dick says, as Wally picks up his own spoon and clinks them together.
Dick scoops out some cookie with some ice cream and takes a bite. “Yummmmm. What bougie shit did you do for this one?”
Wally laughs. “This was all normal grocery store ingredients.” He takes a bite himself. “Oh shit I did do good, damn.”
It doesn’t take long for them to devour it, and Wally zips away with the skillet, spoons, and milk glasses. There’s a little bit of a commotion from the kitchen but it’s short lived - the sound of Wally doing dishes at practically light speed.
He zips back in and takes Dick’s hands in his own, pulling him to his feet.
“Um?”
Wally gently leads Dick backwards to the center of the living room.
“I love you,” Wally says gently.
Dick smiles. “I love you too. But what are you doing?”
“Well…” he trails off. He slowly sinks down on to one knee, still gently holding Dick’s hands, and smiles up at him.
Dick’s heart starts pounding in his chest. He’s a detective, he’s like 99% certain of what’s about to happen.
“Dick Grayson,” Wally starts, looking into his eyes. “I am so in love with you. Being with you is easier than… than running. It’s so easy that my dumb ass didn’t even know I loved you for years.”
“Dipshit,” Dick murmurs affectionately.
“Heh, yeah. We’ve been through more shit than anyone deserves. I don’t need to recount it, you already know. A lot of it we took on together. But then you had to take on so much when I couldn’t be there. So-” Wally pauses, choked up, and his eyes start to water. “So fucking much.”
Dick keeps holding Wally’s hands as he sinks down to the opposite knee, eyes also watering. “Hey, I made it,” Dick whispers, “I made it.”
Wally squeezes his hands. “You did, you did.” He sniffles. “You are the most amazing person I will ever know. You’re so loving . And kind, and strong, and beautiful, and… and complex and cocky and impulsive and… just. Everything. I love you, Dick. I can’t…” Wally pauses again and starts crying softly. “I can’t even describe how much, but you know. You’re all I want in a partner and more. It’s you. It’s always been you.” In a blink Wally lets go of Dick’s hands and a ring box appears in his left, which he opens with his right. It’s a silver band with a small line of amethyst encircling it.
“Wally…” Dick whispers, awestruck.
“Dick Grayson, will you marry me?” Wally smiles wetly at him.
“Yes,” Dick responds without a thought. “A hundred times yes. Yes yes yes.”
Wally grins and pulls the ring from the box, carefully sliding it onto Dick’s right ring finger. He snaps the box closed and tosses it over his shoulder.
Dick marvels at the ring for a second before yanking Wally to his feet and throwing his arms around him. He bursts into tears and tucks his face just under Wally’s neck.
Wally quickly hugs him back.
“I love you Wallace Jordan-Allen. I love you I love you I love you.”
“I love you so much,” Wally chokes out, crying.
“Oh my god we’re fiancés. Oh my god- hey wait a minute!” Dick says suddenly.
Wally pulls back in concern. “What is it?”
Dick is pouting - extremely dramatically. “I wanted to do it!”
Wally relaxes and chuckles. “Of course you did.”
Dick suddenly unlatches from Wally, runs to their bedroom, opens his gun safe, pulls out the ring he got for Wally, closes the safe, and runs back.
Wally is looking at him like he’s mildly insane.
Dick pops open the box and there’s… a silver band with amethyst running through it.
“You’re shitting me,” Wally says, and starts laughing.
“What? Oh my god I didn’t even… it didn’t register when you gave me yours, I was so… mesmerized by… well, you.” Dick laughs along with him. “Will you marry me?”
“No. I just wanted you to marry me, one sided. YES OF COURSE I WILL!”
He pulls out the ring and slides it onto Wally’s right ring finger. He slips the box into his pocket.
“C’mere,” Wally says, yanking him close, wrapping his arms around him, and kissing him gently. “I love you.”
Dick laughs softly. “You taste like the cookie.” He kisses him again.
“Mm you too,” Wally grins. “How many kisses until it goes away?”
“I would love to find ou- mmff!” Dick is cutoff by Wally’s lips back on his yet again.
Turns out they’d lost count, and it quickly escalated to much more. Now they’re just laying there. Basking in the afterglow. Holding each other close and smiling softly into the other’s eyes like a bunch of lovestruck idiots.
“I love you,” Dick whispers, snuggling closer.
“I love you,” Wally echoes, holding Dick gently, one hand carding through his hair.
Dick kisses him. “And I’ll never stop.”
“Neither will I,” Wally murmurs, kissing him back.
Dick’s phone rings - Jason's tone. “Oh come on! Hey Siri, decline.”
It rings again, but this time it’s Alfred. Usually a bad sign.
“Ugh. Walls?”
“Here ya go,” he says, handing him his phone.
Dick presses accept and puts it on speakerphone.
“What now?”
“Congratulations, sir. You have a new brother.”
Dick gasps in joy and then grins. “LITTLEST WING!”