MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

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WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
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KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
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Comments

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Oh yeah? Go anywhere cool?

[ He snorts at the very fanclubby signature, but doesn't stop him. ]

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Uhhh if Pennsylvania counts as cool. Which it doesn't, by the way. [Wow Wally leave some room for everyone else to sign- wally do not write over the signatures of people you don't know you brat]

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[ He should probably say something, but Dick lets him have free run of the cast. ]

You're right. That sounds way lame.

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I'm gonna need more art supplies to really make this awesome, [Wally mutters, giving Dick's cast a critical stare.]

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You have my full permission to bedazzle my leg.

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[Wally looks up before capping his marker with purpose and backing away.] Wait. Wait right there. Don't move. [He stuffs a cupcake in his mouth and vanishes with a gust of air. He's gone for all of a minute before he comes back with a shopping bag of dollar-store stick-on earrings and glitter pens.]

You don't want to know the looks I got shopping for these while wearing this, [he announces as he dumps out the bag and begins to stick crappy little fake jewels all over Robin's cast.]

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[ Dick laughs, pushing back up into a sitting position. ]

Oh my god, you shouldn't have. I'm gonna be the prettiest girl at the prom.

[ He grabs a pink sticky heart and presses it to Wally's cheek. ENJOY. ]

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[Wally peels it off with a semi-dirty look in Robin's direction and sticks it to his cast.] Excuse me please, I'm the artist for this piece of work. Don't touch my supplies. [He begins to scrawl what is obviously a little cartoon princess on Robin's ankle.]

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Dude, what's that supposed to be?

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If I'm gonna make you pretty for prom then I'm not gonna put Solomon Grundy on your cast.

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You're really dedicated to this whole glitter spree.

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Hey! I'll have you know, I'm a very resourceful artist, committed to my craft. [wally u have literally done nothing artistic in your life] Now stay still or I'm gonna mess up her face.

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That almost sounds like a threat.

[ But he sprawls back, hands behind his head on a pillow, watching. ]

'Kay, fine. Work your magic on me or whatever.

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Science, I'm working my science on you. [Wally's artistic skills leave much to be desired, but he's definitely devoting the next fifteen minutes to covering this cast in glitter, fake stick-on gems and drawings that may or may not resemble the kids' show Princess Nina and Friends.

When Wally finally caps his last marker and swallows his last cupcake, Robin's cast is a veritable rainbow, glittery and colorful. He'd decided at the last minute to "man it up a little" and drew a couple "masculine" things like fire or dinosaurs, but gave the dinosaurs makeup and tiaras anyway. So Robin has a wedding raptor on his knee, nbd.]

Okay, now I'm opening my present.

[performance]

This is classy, dude. I think the stick-on rhinestones really gave it that extra personal touch.

[ Note to self: interrogate Wally about his weird new interest in little girls' shows. But for now he just grins expectantly as Wally tears into his present. ]

Hah! I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about it. Like I said, I didn't go out of my way or anything, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it.

[ Yes he did. He went all the way out to the nerd store at the mall, and, having no luck finding something cool (Wally deserves the best science, and he'd complain if it was something lame), went for something stupidly adorable. Inside is a set of four stuffed DNA molecules. ]

They have little magnets in them so they can form base pairs.

[ Dick makes a kissy motion by pushing his hands together, by way of demonstrating. Kind of. ]

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...heh. Why're you always giving me cutesy stuff, dude? [Wally links together thymine and adenine, smiling softly to himself.] You're gonna threaten my masculinity.

[But Dick always gets him nerdy presents. Other people get him food, gift certificates for food, Flash memorabilia, new sneakers. Cool stuff. Kid Flash stuff.

Dick...always gets him Wally stuff.]

[performance]

This, from the guy who just drew glitter princesses all over my leg?

[ Wally likes it. Wally likes it. And even though Dick totally knew he would, he can't help the grin that spreads over his face when he sees Wally happy — all warm, quiet happy, instead of cocky, showoffy happy. It's all the better for how rare it is. ]

And whatever, dude, anyone who's man enough to admit he likes little stuffed kissy molecules but can still punch out gorillas has zero need to worry about his masculinity.

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Yeah, but I don't have documented evidence of the latter. I think we probably should go to the zoo and you, as my fanclub president, probably should make a video to put online.

[performance]

Well, I'd hate to shirk my presidential responsibilities. How's next Thursday?

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What, to punch an actual gorilla? No. No way. Why don't we just ask Wolf if he'd like to play pretend and let me win a wrestling match?

[performance]

Oooh, second thoughts, tough guy?

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You know what, I wasn't the one who claimed I could fight a gorilla? That was all you. Which I like, definitely sell that, but we might have to photoshop some pictures.

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This is a lot of effort just so you can like cute things, dude. Maybe I can dress up as the world's smallest gorilla and you can fight me.

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Dude, you're such a midget they'd think I was attacking a baby gorilla. That's bad press. [Wally very carefully arranges his DNA molecules on top of Artemister atop his dresser.]

[performance]

See, I was trying to compliment you for once and you had to turn it into elaborate fake gorilla wrestling. This is why we can't have nice things.

[ Dick rolls onto his stomach, watching Wally. ]

Okay, I have to ask: seriously, dude, what is that thing?