ten, "change my mind"

But Wally was there.

The redhead wrapped his arms around Richard, whom was still rocking, and pulled him close, sniffling himself. "I'm here, you're not going to hurt yourself, and I'm not going to leave." He stated, running his fingers through the other's black hair. Tears cascaded down Wally's cheeks, falling onto his boyfriend.

In time, they both calmed down. Richard stopped shaking and curled up against Wally, who had finally sorted out his emotions. "For future reference, Dickie, I want to get caught up with all your shit. I want to be so enthralled with you that I can't get out. My love is - and will forever be - unwavering."

Richard sniffed, holding one of Wally's hands in both of his. His dainty fingers traced small shapes on the other's palm, nodding slightly. Wally's yawned, his eyelids drooping. He closed them, letting himself rest, and finally not have to worry.

-

The redhead nodded solemnly, slowing lifting up the other and holding him bridal-style, preparing to run him home.

Richard had his head dug into Wally's chest, his black hair going everywhere in the wind. They had both stopped crying, both taking in the situation at hand. Superman was nowhere to be seen.

The two arrived at Wayne Manor quickly. Faster than Wally had ever been. He set Richard down on the doorsteps, and for the first time realized the state he was in.

His bangs covered his eyes, but they were definitely red and puffy underneath. His clothes were dirty and wet, probably from laying on the ground of the building. And his arms, his arms, they were covered in blood.

"Oh, Dickie," Wally wailed, gently grabbing the limbs. The other was shaking violently at the gesture.

"I'm sorry."

-

When he opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't where he had fallen asleep. It was a strange feeling, waking up in a different spot than you had fallen asleep. A bed that wasn't yours. He looked around, registering the room as Richard Grayson's.

Sitting up, voices echoed through the walls, sounding from downstairs. Wally carefully stepped out of the bed and sped down to the living room (quite literally), surprised at the scene.

Timmy and Damian were both pulling on a teddy bear, M'gann's orange hair going everywhere as she tried to break them up. Kaldur stood on the side, trying to offer them other toys instead.

Artemis gawked at her hand, where a fork was sticking out of it. Conner looked angry as ever, chasing a terrified Jason, who had not expected his skin to be as tough as it was.

Richard ran after Jason, yelling insults at him. He did not look like he had recently cried, his hair was fluffy and his cheeks were rosy from annoyance - mostly directed towards his siblings.

"How long was I out?" Wally asked, dodging Damian, who was now bolting after Richard, laughing his head off.

The acrobat turned in disbelief, before getting knocked down by Damian. He rolled his brother off of him, sitting cross legged on the floor. His eyes widened in Wally's direction. "Three years."

"What?!" Wally yelled, scanning everyone else in the room.

They all started laughing at him and he frowned, before breaking out into a smile. "A few hours. We saved you some food," M'gann answered, gesturing to the kitchen.

The speedster's eyes grew large at the words, following his nose to the fridge. A platter of square-shaped pastries sat inside. Each square having slight folds and resembling an envelope.

Wally popped a few in his mouth, smiling at the familier taste. Richard was a damn good baker. He ate almost the entire platter, leaving three for Alfred. Or for a midnight snack.

"Hiiiii," Richard's voice came from the doorway, soft and drawn out.

"Hey. How's the team fairing with you?" Wally pulled out a barstool, sitting crosslegged, his back leaned against the island casually.

Connor's hearing.

"Pretty good. It's nice to meet your friends - and it keeps my brother's distracted," Richard smiled, "Babs and Roy said that they're coming for dinner tomorrow."

"It's about time for the team to meet the infamous Barbara Gordon."

"My thoughts exactly."

Wally hopped off his stool, meandering over to his boyfriend and ruffling his hair. He leaned down, whispering in Richard's ear. "Have you thought about telling them?"

"Yes. My stance hasn't changed just because they've met me now." Richard whispered back, praying that Conner wasn't zoning in on their conversation. Either accidentally or on purpose.

Wally stepped back, shaking his head slightly. "You're glad you're cute."

"I try."

They laughed, turning toward where everyone else was still gathered. "Think about it, Dickie. For real. It'd be nice to be more than friends wherever we go."

"Okay, okay, just for you. But for now, we better calm down the riot happening in the living room with some food."

"I've never loved you more."