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gothamsrxdhood:

There’s a part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve to feel like now that he’s here, there’s some manner of safety left in the world, some manner of good. Not when a better person than him lost her life, and the person who’s better than all of them lost everything else. “The only thing I can think about is how it felt,” He says, and Wally’s hands on his sides, down each notch in his spine, ease the shaking. “Everyone always thinks that dying is this painful and scary thing, but it’s–it’s when everything stops hurting.You feel like you’ve been holding your breath and that it’s never going to stop, and then it does and you feel like you’re exhaling. So I–I want to believe that at the end she didn’t feel the pain.” 

Guilt feels like it’s carved in his bones, it’s a mark that everyone in his family wears so nakedly. But if a man who can challenge the very laws of space and time and all of the inalterable parts of life itself can’t change anything, maybe there’s no use in holding onto it like this. Maybe it is best just to simply grieve, something he hasn’t ever allowed himself–an admission of pain. He manages a small smile at the fact that Wally despite everything, can still find a sliver of light, and gently nudges him backwards until they’re tangled together on top of the blankets.

“There was nowhere else I wanted to go.” He says and lets out a shaky exhale. “I was terrified he was gonna go after you too, that he was taking people important to all of us. He–” Jason squeezes his eyes closed, shakes his head. “He told me that he made me, that every aspect of my life was what he had planned–I didn’t want you to get dragged into any of it because he didn’t plan on you.” 

Wally was stumbling for the right thing to say. His mind ran through what he believed was  every possibility but neither of them sounded exactly perfect. Jason found comfort in him, and maybe trying was better than what anyone else could do. “I know I..probably can’t comprehend what you felt as my experience was different but the small amount of time that I knew that I was going to be erased was when I literally had my life flash before my eyes..and it was one of the most peaceful moments in my life. And I’d like to think that she didn’t feel any pain. You should too, babe.” Wally was always trying to encourage Jason to look on the brighter side of things. 

Wally wasn’t going anywhere, and he wanted Jason to know that. He held Jason tighter and closer than before, kissing him for several second on the top of his head. For a moment he could feel himself getting emotional with the rise and fall of his chest and the minor heat that came when he stressed out. “You make you..you, Jason. That always sounds really corny but you decide your own destiny. He impacted your life negatively but you are better than anything he intended. We speedsters learn that life doesn’t give us any purpose or impact..we give life that purpose and impact.” He looked at his lover in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?” Wally gripped Jason’s hand, kissing the top of it. “I’ll pinky promise you at some point?” The speedster joked. “Also, I know this is the wrong time but I..actually have some really good news. I’m getting promoted at work.”

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bxastboy:

“I–I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” Gar is no stranger to tragedy, but this feels so much bigger than his parents, or the Doom Patrol, or his damn skin being green, this is a hole just got ripped through all of them. He wrings his hands, shrugs his shoulders. 

Wally wasn’t going to not be himself, as much as he wanted to retreat, even if it meant acting like himself. There was only a few people he could admit to not being okay around, and they weren’t present. “Do what I do and you search for it.”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“No–I’m not okay.” Jason exhales and drags both of his hands through his hair, still shaking. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” He doesn’t know how to explain where he’s at, it doesn’t even feel like he should–this isn’t even remotely about him, the scant few people he cares about are safe. But seeing another person get their entire life ripped away from them in a manner of seconds because of the person Jason swore he would kill, the person that already took Jason’s life away, it doesn’t really feel real, like it could have happened again. 

“I remember it.” He says, his voice breaking. “The crowbar, his laugh, I remember all of it. And when my head cleared, after Talia threw me in the pit, the first thing I thought was I’m going to kill him, avenge myself. And then I’m going to kill the Bat because he let my murderer live.” He shakes his head and inhales sharply, and if he could cry he would be. “If I had, none of this would have happened. A man’s life wouldn’t have been torn to shreds today.” 

Without interrupting Jason from talking, Wally immediately pulled him into his room and on the end of his bed. His arms were wrapped around the man he loved, not wanting him to feel alone when he knew that he was mentally in pain. Wally didn’t go through physical pain when he was wiped from existence, and he couldn’t imagine everything that happened with Jason’s thoughts and feelings when the Joker had ruined his life. Wally’s opinions on killing seemed to change, and maybe, death is the greater scheme of things wasn’t a bad way to go for people who obviously couldn’t be stopped or kept behind bars.

Wally let Jason talk, letting him get all out it out. He had the habit of wanting to help and rush into things that he didn’t ever consider that being an option. A comforting hand rubbed across Jason’s sides, and even nudging into him several times just to hopefully help. Words were hard to say, not wanting to fuck up and ruin their conversation or making Jason feel bad. Guilt was a big feeling with both of them, and Wally interlocked his fingers with Jason’s.

“No one ever saw something like this happening. Let’s grieve together, okay? The second that you keep feeling guilty about this is only going to make you feel worse.” Every speedster had this obsession with changing a situation, changing any odd, and believing that they always hold the “I’ve learned as a speedster that there are moments that you can’t just stop, no matter how it may play out. Bart, Jay, Uncle Barry, and I have all felt that and learned it the hard way.” He let his hand slightly rub up Jason’s lower back through his shirt. “It’s why I want to be out there right now. But this stupid pacemaker that pretty much makes me less of a speedster has everyone worrying.” Self-deprecation was a big source of his own humor. “Thank you for coming here though. It’s good to be able to see your dorky face.” Wally teased, lightly feeling small drops of water coming from his eyes. He was 100 percent the emotional one no matter how much avoiding he tried to do.

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gothamsrxdhood:

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Jason throws up before he even gets to Wally’s door, and he hasn’t been able to stop shaking, stop watching it play behind his eyes on some kind of horrid loop—another person dead because of the Joker, a better person than Jason could ever hope to be. He thinks he’d make the trade if he could, he’d give anything at this point just to put everything on stop.

That’s why he’s here—he can’t be in Gotham right now, where he tore up every brick and came up empty in the worst way possible, where they all did. The door comes open and he wastes no time going through it, throwing his arms around the warm, solid, alive body of Wally. “I love you.” He says, kisses him like he’s all Jason’s got to hang onto, like water after stumbling through the desert.

“This could all go south at any second—and you should know that.”

Wally didn’t know what to do, and much of his time has been spent trying to help in any way that he could. He himself was overworked as it was and realized he needed to sleep somewhere for a low but decent amount of time. His pacemaker worried him, and he didn’t need to add another big casualty to the field.

As soon as he got home he phased out of just his shirt and pants, leaving his light grey boxers. He heard a familiar knock and saw his phone and sped to the door but still very exhausted. The surprise came to him when Jason dropped the love bomb and then kissed him on the lips. It was a great surprise, and Wally’s lips were probably stale for a few seconds until he put his all into that kiss.

The reality of this situation scared him, and he hated to agree with him with a sad look lingering. “Please..come in..” He said, not giving him so much of a choice and already lightly pulling him in. Once Jason was in, Wally closed the door and lightly pushed him against the door for another kiss. “I love you too..and it..means a lot that you said it. Seriously, Jason.” Wally pulled away but was only a few inches away. “Are you okay? Don’t bullshit me with a generic answer..”

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flcsh:

“—no, that’s fine, they don’t want to listen to me so they don’t have to, i’ll just sit here and mind my business.”

“yeah, because your opinion is totally irrelevant and people should ignore you - right!” wally wasn’t being serious and felt his uncle’s pain but he wasn’t one to give up. “isn’t this the part where we do what you say because it makes more sense. come on, uncle bare.”

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modecrasher:

“HEY – on your left,” bart called, zooming past. he turned back though, “you heard anything?” he asks, catching his breath walking beside the other. 

wally hated when bart did the speed-thing on him because he was always doing it against other people and hated being on the receiving end. “why do you hate me?” he asked, joking but being slightly serious.

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catwoman: backup in gotham requested to anyone who can provide. please and thank you.

wally: Where in gotham?

wally: and how do i have your number saved?

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gothamsrxdhood:

The thing that none of his “siblings” really understand about Gotham, and why Jason is so attached to it and the people that live in it, is that it made him who he is. He hit the ground as soon as he was born, these dirty and rough streets took him into their arms and crafted a boy as hard to love as the city that made them, left a piece dead center in his chest. Gotham is not a place that anyone wants to see–but no one sees it quite like Jason does. The gold underneath everything else. 

“I’d like that actually.” He says gently, feels a smile pull at the corner of his lips. “The roof of the old GCPD building has a perfect view of Metropolis across the river, and there’s a pub next to my favorite bookstore that has the most incredible authentic Irish food. My bike is up and running, we could take it for a joyride.” 

“You’ll show me around too some time, right? I wanna see what kinda sights make someone running at your top speed slow down.” He rolls his eyes fondly and sighs. “Hoping of course your uncle or your cousin won’t be zipping around.” 

Wally smiled, glad to spend more time outside of the house with Jason. Again he loved just being with him but loved it even more to go in public with him. It’s some attempt at being normal as he liked to call it. “Perfect. I can take pictures.” That’s all he did was take pictures, and had so many on his phone of Jason doing whatever. “I’m mostly kidding but that sounds awesome. You really are the one person I think can get me to not get bored sitting out in nature for too long.” It was his personality and abilities to always be moving, but Jason could make him slow down.

“Hells yes. There’s this hidden cave that my friends and I would always go to. At the end of it is this look-out over the city. Gives you an amazing view at night.”He smiled, thinking of it right now. “There’s also this place that makes bar-be-que and other really awesome foods from Texas. It’s expensive but he knew my dad so he gives me the best discounts. Does that sound okay?” He was constantly looking for reassurance from others. “And if they show up I will literally shock the shit out of them.” He didn’t know if he was joking but it was possibility.

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deardens:

THERE’S NOTHING QUITE LIKE the thrill of fighting- hand to hand combat, getting your knuckles bruised and bloodied- especially when the odds seemed stacked against you. if there was anything in this world that mia loved doing, it was proving odds wrong. which made it all the more annoying when it seemed as if someone was going to insert themselves into her fight. the movement out of the corner of her eye has her bristling, eyes narrow behind whited out lenses and she makes quick work ( quicker than she would have normally done ) of the thugs, slamming her elbow into the nose of one and grabbing his face to slam against her knee, knocking him out. “i had it handled,” she says shortly, turning to face the other. 

Wally had been casually shopping, buying clothes he thought was cute for Jason along with clothes for himself and home accessories. There had been several instances when he wanted to feel normal and this was it, and he only used his abilities 15 times. He could hear several people and another person kicking their ass. That’s when Wally quickly ran home to place his stuff down and was soon back into his spot within a split second and was helping out the woman with his costume on. “I know but..at least now you can rest.”

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gothamsrxdhood:

He’s been with Wally long enough to know–at least on some level–what it feels like to move at speeds he’ll never be able to comprehend. It doesn’t mean that there isn’t a thrill every time, of opening his mouth to tease Wally about how smooth he is one second and being on his back the next, a warm weight draped over him. “S’cute that you still think you need to use pick up lines on me, like I’m not laying here in a CCPD annual picnic t-shirt and you’re not thinking about the playlist you’ve been working on on my phone.” 

Jason smirks and rolls his eyes fondly, traces his fingertips up and down Wally’s spine, tracing lazy patterns, words in languages he learned during his lost year. He’s not musically inclined like Wally is, but he knows words–and the expanse of dark skin under his hands is the best canvas he can think of to string together the pieces–these things that he’s kept for himself for so long. “As if all of this weren’t enough of a pick up line in and of itself, gorgeous.” 

“it’s because i always think of great pick-up lines and you’re the only person i can use them on. and you rock that shirt better than anyone by the way.” he said, not even his words could get the smile to go off his face. “it’s honestly hard to not just rush up and kiss you.” He ended his line with several kisses that ran from Jason’s chest to his lips.

“Tomorrow, you and I are going on another date but I really want to see some spots in Gotham no one knows about. That..okay?” Wally loved to do things with Jason outside of the house and just loved being out in public with the love of his life.  “And this is all one amazing pick up line that is a dream.” His hands moved lightly around Jason’s neck while he placed his head in between Jason’s head and shoulders. “Also - you’re the gorgeous one here. Let’s get this settled straight.”

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shimtcrs:

       “ YOU – tell me, where am I to go if I am seeking out Wonder Woman ?? And for the love of Ra, no, I am not joking. Do not ask me if I am. ” She’s had one too many people on the street look at her as if she were mad for ever asking such a thing. It’s been too long of a day.

“i feel ya, i really do.” wally didn’t know what exactly to tell the girl or how to really calm anyone down. “so i’m going to guess you aren’t joking,” he teased, as that was how he reacted to most situation.

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gothamsrxdhood:

“It’s your family, better yet it’s you. None of it is a burden, or even something to be endured.” He sighs and smiles with what he’s sure is a completely fond expression on his face, he’s lost all ability to control it at this point. If Grayson knew how much he smiled in the privacy of this space? He’d cry for days. “I’d sit through a thousand of Alfred’s I’m not mad I’m just disappointed lectures if you wanted me to. I actually think that you get the easy end of this deal, because I would only dine with my family in hell.” 

He nods in agreement and laughs at Lantern’s response, feels his cheeks heat up at the idea that Wally actually–likes him enough to talk about to other people? Are there mechanics in the CCPD who laugh about Wally’s boyfriend Jason, who’s seen every episode of the classic Star Trek and harbors a crush on Captain Kirk? “Aw babe, that is pretty gay. But I’m pretty gay for you, so I’ll let it slide.” He smirks and traces his fingertips down a plane of muscle, feels some of the tension he’s been holding start to ease. 

Wally knows about his scars, though he hasn’t actually seen them yet, and part of Jason still believes that they’re–difficult to look at. But he’s been adamant that they don’t matter, and there’s nothing about Wally that Jason doesn’t like. That actually feels like the easy part. “This feels like the part where I should ask you if you’re fast in all aspects of your life.” Jason grins wolfishly, rearranges himself so that he’s draped more fully over the speedster. 

“You really are the best, babe.” Wally had faith it would go well and only his uncle barry would make it awkward and there would be a bunch of embarrassing stories making Wally cringe and give pouty eyes to everyone. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Jason’s - and his eyes always managed to hit Wally in all the right places. “I’d make it entertaining. You already said pranks are alright and if you want to do that..I’ll always be on your side like Nationwide.” Wally sung in a humming tune,  as he was comfortable enough around Jason to say it. He really did love this man, and his ability of being wiling to change and treating Wally differently than most people made him better. 

Wally gave Jason puppy dog eyes when the plane of his muscle was being traced, and at this moment the feelings in his body always felt warm and pleasing whenever he made contact with Jason. “I’m a strong romantic. I guess i’m gay as hell then because I love talking about you and how much I care for you.” Wally jokingly put his hands around Jason’s neck, rocking him back and forth and singing All of Me by John Legend for 30 seconds until making a kissy face with his own lips after.

When Jason was on top of his body, wally kissed all over from his neck to his head. “What a great person to look at and be drapped over...it’s like it’s my dream.” Again, Jason was everything that Wally liked and him being psychically attracted was a bonus. “And yeah i’m fast in all the right please to please you in the right places.” He said smoothly, at least in his own words. Wally within seconds flipped Jason over so that he was drapping over him, just wanting to lay over top his boyfriend. “I’m also faster...” He sang again.

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flcsh:

“yes, i know that,” he said dramatically, and then frowned. “what? really? you did?…i wasn’t going to pass out i’m an adult i can handle this stuff.” that wasn’t exactly true. he was notorious for not handling that stuff. and, realistically, hal was much better at that stuff. still, he wanted to someone wally felt comfortable approaching about these sort of subjects. any subject, really. even if that was an unreasonable thought. no one could solve every issue. 

he fiddled with a straw wrapper, pulling apart the paper as he listened to what wally said. he still wasn’t convinced—mostly because barry believed that the purposeful act of killing someone does something to a person that isn’t so easily reversed. and he also believed that people didn’t really change, and that building a relationship in the hopes that someone would change, or was changing, wasn’t exactly stable. “the joker is mentally unfit which is why—” barry waved his hand, because that point was neither here nor there. he was a stickler for following the rules. the flash didn’t even like to do building searches without the proper warrants. unless of course, he had probable cause…again, not the point. the point was he understood how grief and anger can make people do things they later regret, which is why he was the kind of hero he was. it wasn’t like he didn’t see the other side of things. he did. it was just…not how he chose to live his own life. “people don’t really change, wally. they can change some of the things they do, but they don’t really change like that, overnight, in a month, in a year.” he sighed. wally was an adult, and he was more than allowed to be with who he wanted. but barry would always worry. he was a worrier. it was built into his system, part of who he was—a strange combination of optimism and nerves. but wally said he was happy, and really, that was what mattered, wasn’t it? yes, yes it was. 

“you know what? that’s great. really. i’m happy you’re happy. you deserve to be happy. you should invite him over for dinner sometime.” what? where did that come from? invite him over for dinner? it wasn’t like barry was in the business of formal dinners. sure, sometimes he cooked but mostly his evenings consisted of left overs and either documentaries or keeping up with the kardashians. or, occasionally, the bachelor, which he would admit to no one that he actually liked. but inviting wally’s new budding-but-serious boyfriend over to dinner felt like a normal family thing to do. 

“oh please. i could tell you right now that i kiss jason a lot and you’ll probably phase through the floor.” he rolled his eyes jokingly. wally could see that his uncle was trying to get used to this all which is why he bothered mentioning but wow he didn’t realize just how weird he felt about it.

wally was getting frustrated because he felt like barry wasn’t believing him about jason. “what were you about to say?” he was not dropping that statement because wally wasn’t the kind of person who allowed someone to take back something they were going to say. no wonder jason was nervous about meeting his uncle because they were worried about something that was no longer a problem. “so you’re saying that you think jason will just start killing again without giving him a chance? you’re just expecting him to go back to his ways?” that’s what he was getting at from the conversation, and he knew his frustration was visible. he shook his head, sighing loudly. “please tell me i’m interpreting what you’re saying wrong uncle barry because i don’t understand why you don’t believe me.”

the next statement baffled him, and he he wasn’t going to allow that offer to be taken back. “you know i’ve been waiting for you to ask that. sunday dinner?” this scenario was planned in his own mind and he was glad the day had come because he’d been waiting for a chance for them to meet jason while wally was around. 

their food had arrived, and wally watched as the food was put on the table. he thanked the waiter before gripping the burger in his hand. “just promise me that you won’t asks about his past. he’s actually really concerned about him coming between us because he knows you have a problem with him, ub.” wally wanted to be honest because he did feel bad for jason. “or the him used to kill people thing..okay?”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“Your uncle….invited me to dinner…” Jason repeats, like he doesn’t quite believe the statement. Like it was “Hey, my uncle wants to tie you to a chair and phase his hand through your chest,” instead. He props his chin up on Wally’s chest so their eyes meet, and he tilts his head thoughtfully. “I mean, if I can handle an interrogation from Batman, I think I can handle dinner with your uncles. I want–I don’t want to be what keeps you from them, if that makes sense.” 

He sighs and drags his hands over his face, but smiles gently. “I can imagine it now, I’ll ask Green Lantern to pass the salad and he’ll give me a look like he’s wondering where I’ll hide your body, and Flash will take a sip of his wine and ask me if I still murder people.” He shakes his head because that may be the case, but in the end it doesn’t really matter–he wants to be a part of Wally’s life, a good part, and that means doing normal things like meeting his boyfriend’s family. “Name the time and place and I’ll be there. I mean–I think Lantern kind of likes me. We share the same opinions about Batman, that has to count for something.” 

“Yeah. It’s a good sign in my opinion.” His uncle had been pretty weird about the fact that Wally and Jason were dating, and Wally had thankfully done the best he could when it came to getting him to believe that Jason is a good person who makes Wally happy. “You aren’t a problem, babe. I think it’ll be fine and you’ll be fine. The biggest worry is their dog biting you because he’s weird around people he doesn’t know.” He smiled, trying to make the situation better because he knew Jason was worried.

Wally laughed at how painfully accurate that situation would play out but would hope that it wouldn’t go that route. “My uncle’s know how happy you make me so I doubt they’ll push their boundaries. Also when I told my Uncle Hal about you he didn’t seem to really care and when I told him how much I love you he said..and I quote..that’s some of the gayest shit I’ve ever heard. You two will probably get along more than you think.” They were similar in a way, being the more serious ones in relationships with the flashes who could hardly sit down. Wally kept rubbing at Jason’s back, trying his best to ease whatever anxieties Jason may have been facing. “I’ll ask my uncle when they plan on the four of us eating because my uncle barry said it. If you can get through dealing with me, I promise you can deal with them.” Wally grabbed Jason’s hand, interlocking their fingers that was followed by Wally kissing Jason’s hand. “Besides, when it’s all said and done I’ll have a surprise for you that doesn’t involve clothes.” He winked at Jason with a mischievous grin. 

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zatannaxannataz:

A surprised little laugh leaves her, then a bout of actual laughter, and she shoots him a teasing smile when it dies down. “When I said ‘literally, actually’ I did mean literally, actually.” She didn’t talk about the specifics of what she did with very many people at all, but it somehow still managed to surprise her when others didn’t think she was being one hundred percent genuine about what she did. She shrugged, “I might not have to apologize, but I still feel bad about it.” In the way of so many of her other friends, she took the weight of what she did- the weight of lives saved, very seriously. A warm smile graced her lips, “I heard about that- I’m glad you two are happy.” Then her voice took a teasing turn. “But, you know, if you hurt him, I’ll have to hex you.”

“Oh- I know that you’re not one to really joke about that kind of thing..unless you’re making a jo- yeah this is gonna get really confusing but I believe you.” He stated, putting his glass down and chuckling at whatever he attempted to be saying. “We are happy. Jason is seriously the best. Though I don’t think he believes it which is why I’m helping.” Wally knew it would be a journey but he’s loved it every step of the way. Her words hit Wally, but he had no plans on hurting Jason so it wasn’t something he was worried about. “I have absolutely no intentions of hurting him. I care about him way too much to do that.” Wally brought the bartender over and ordered 2 more drinks for the woman. “You really are a great friend because I know you’re being serious. Jason..really is lucky.”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“Please, I make jokes but the streets really are not safe this time of night and I am unarmed.” He chuckles softly and shakes his head. If his stomach wasn’t turning before it certainly is now, it actually feels like it’s been emptied about four times over. He just doesn’t want to be the reason Wally feels any pain, is that so hard? He could just say it back, like it’s just any three words–but at the same time he really wants to be able to say it and mean it. It’s what Wally deserves. 

It’s good though, they’re still good. He didn’t bolt back to Central City and decide that Jason is more baggage than anyone should be asked to deal with. He thinks Jason is strong, some kind of hero for just surviving his life. His apartment is warm and it’s his, and there are traces of someone else in it, and he thinks maybe he could learn to piece this all together at some point. “C’mon,” He says and pushes the door closed softly, their fingers linked together. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch when you have to run to Central in the morning.” 

He drapes himself over Wally’s form when they fall into the bed, his racing thoughts calmed somewhat by the repeated rise and fall of the speedster’s chest. Alive, alive, alive, alive. It’s silent for a few moments but it’s contented, Jason’s body stitching itself back together like it always has, stitching it to the one underneath it. “What’s that song you keep singing?” He asks softly, on an exhale. “I like it, it’s been stuck in my head all day.” 

“You’re still a badass without your weapons, babe.” He said, being genuine in his statement. Wally knew that Jason was not a force to be reckoned with. “And besides, I can totally protect you.” Wally thought about it for a moment and realized that Jason still did care a lot for him and that there was still something very strong there and Jason would say it when he’s ready. Time was a wonderful yet hard thing to wait for.

“As long as you’re with me I don’t care where I sleep.” He shrugged, meaning every thing that he was saying. Fingers interlocked, Wally gripped on a little harder than usual but still comfortably. He hated that he had to leave for work in the morning but he would come right back to Jason as soon as his shift was over. 

Wally rubbed Jason’s back repeatedly as they went to bed, not wanting to leave this position for a very long time. He hadn’t realized he’d been humming that song. “Running home to you? It’s a song that a lot of the flashes love to sing just because it applies to our situation a lot especially with people we love.” He chuckled. “Didn’t even realize I was singing it. Also there’s something that I kinda want to tell you that my uncle did that you..may or may not be up for. If you don’t want to or don’t feel ready I can totally make up some dramatic bullshit on my end..my uncle barry..invited you over for dinner.”

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“Wally–” Jason is scrambling for the right words to say, doesn’t even know if he has them at all. Who is there on this earth that loves him? He has blood on his hands, so much blood, how could anyone ever look at him and say that they’ve fallen in love with him? He doesn’t even know if he knows what that is–there was a time where he might have said he was in love with Kyle, before the stars called him away and Jason decided that it was better that way, that no one had to get hurt because they both loved the job too much. He might be in love, for all he knows, maybe love is as simple as the fact that Wally makes him want to be a better person–makes him think that maybe the world he came back to is worth staying in. 

“I–I can’t say it back.” He says and if this is the moment where he loses all of this he’ll never forgive his own weakness, his own inability to wrap his head around all of it. If this is the hill he dies on, then that’s it for him. “Not yet, I don’t think. I–I want to, believe me I do. I’ve never–I’ve never told anyone half of the things I’ve told you, not Bruce, not Dick, not anyone.” He stops and inhales sharply, puts his hands on Wally’s cheeks and pulls him in so their foreheads are resting together. “I just need time, I have–so much stuff to work through, but I’m pretty sure I feel the same way.”

“I think about you all the time, I have to stop myself from riding all the way to Central most nights just to watch your six. I want to be someone you can bring home to your family and not–have to defend from them. I don’t kill anymore because you make me believe that there’s some good in me that didn’t die. Just give me time.” 

There was a moment wally could take this relationship in two directions, but even though he wanted to hear it back he couldn’t get angry at Jason for being honest but he couldn’t blame Jason for it because of everything he’s been through. Without saying anything, Wally smiled and kissed Jason on the cheek after resting their foreheads against one another. “N-no I understand, babe. I really do understand. Actions speak louder than words. Take your time..I know I’m opening up a can of worms right now. I just..thought it would be the best time. ” Though he was willing to be patient, there was a slight pain that came from his optimistic personality expecting to hoping and expecting to hear it back.

He was making Wally more and more heart-eyed with every word. Wally wanted to see Jason every night, wanting to kiss him goodnight, and there were nights he did that but always felt like he was being overbearing. That last line hit Wally, because he did have to do just that with his Uncle, not even thinking of it from Jason’s perspective. Wally kissed the top of Jason’s forehead before wrapping his arm around him. “Jason. There’s always been good in you. I’ve been trying to tell you this since our first date.” Wally was the optimists that believed there was good in most people, and Jason’s always had good intentions in mind. “You are so good with words it’s unfair. Take all the time you need...okay? I’m serious. Do you want to go back inside? We can fall asleep on the couch. I’ll be big spoon.” Wally winked, and quickly pressed his lips against Jason’s for at least 20 seconds, wanting to make the kiss as slow and meaningful as possible. “And I’m not going anywhere - okay?”