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MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

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."
[ BEEP. ]

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."
[ BEEP. ]

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[ It's gotta be the hottest night of the year so far, even with the windows open and the fans on full blast. Too hot to patrol (what self-respecting criminal would be out right now anyway?), and too hot for Dick to sleep. So he pads silently down the hall in his Angry Birds pajamas (yes, he thinks he's hilarious) and into Wally's bedroom.

Oh, good. Fast asleep.

Quiet and stealthy, Dick perches next to him on the bed, sitting with his legs tucked under him and uncapping a Sharpie. Hopefully Wally's not too ticklish, because Dick's just gonna play connect-the-dots with his freckles by the light of the moon filtering in through the window until either he wakes up or Dick finishes a full-on mural. Or he gets bored. ]

[And Wally is 100%, past-the-point-of-no-return passed the fuck out. He's not waking up. In fact Wally usually sleeps like the absolute dead, kind of like a puppy off-switch. He'd been a deep sleeper ever since childhood, but having that increased metabolism just exacerbated it to the point where if he's down, he's down for hours and only direct intervention could disturb him.

Dick sitting his ninety-odd pounds on the edge of his bed is not gonna do it. Neither is a cold marker on his skin, even if his shoulders twitch every once in a while.

Dick's got his work cut out for him though, because Wally's been going out in a tank whenever possible and his shoulders and arms are covered in freckles. They were also covered in sunburn a few hours ago, but -and not for the last time- thank God for speedster metabolisms. He's already developed a pretty impressive tan line, obvious from how he's sprawled on his bed like some kind of gangly starfish, face-down into his pillow and still somehow managing to breathe. It's a mystery.

Whether Dick finishes or gets bored first, Wally will never know. In fact, he won't know anything until he drags himself out of bed at the crack of noon the following day, staggers blindly into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

His offended shriek echoes through the entire house.]

Dick! I'm gonna kill you-!

[ Dick's wild, triumphant cackle carries all the way from his bedroom to the bathroom, even with the shower on. He dives from his desk to his bed, wriggling underneath the rumpled blankets and giggling, resisting the urge to burst in on Wally and check him out‐ uh, check out his handiwork.

No, he'll just hide out here until Wally shows up for vengeance. ]

[thud thud thuD THUD

BANG- the door's open and Wally is standing there in a towel with only slightly faded black lines all over his shoulders and back. His skin is bright red because he'd been scrubbing at it, but the little shit used a goddamn sharpie so that's not coming off for days.

Wally spots the lump in the bed and can't help snorting, even if he's kicking the door shut in preparation of beating the snot out of his best friend.]

Really? The bed? That's the best hiding place you can come up with?

[ Completely ignoring that question, because it is so not, but he wanted to be found so whatever. He pops his head out, grinning. ]

You missed a spot.

[ There's plenty of stupid doodles (including one on Wally's upper arm that looks a little like an attempt at drawing Aquaman as a sexy merman) and a few inside jokes in binary, but Dick's signature is the chubby little bird in sunglasses that he'd left as a tramp stamp. ]

[Yeah, Wally couldn't see that last one. Robin had better pray Wally doesn't see that one.

However, punishment is still due. Wally glances over at Dick's desk; there's a cup of pens there and oh, conveniently there are sharpies inside the cup. He ambles over and grabs one, slowly and threateningly, because he knows that Robin knows that there's no way Robin would beat him there.]

Y'know, Granny West always talked about how she hated the 'eye for an eye' saying, but I can't help but feel like sometimes it's appropriate. [Wally uncaps the marker.]

[ Sorry, Wally, but you're never threatening. Least of all now.

... okay, maybe a little, because Dick is cocooning himself in that blanket like he's attempting to become a butterfly, or possibly a burrito. ]

Maybe, uh... [ snerk ] Maybe you should put some clothes on. Before you get revenge.

[True, they live with some people that Wally would rather not see him naked.

So he kicks the door shut. And then locks it.]

No problem now. [AND HE ADVANCED ON THE COCOON.] So I'm probably gonna draw your namesake all over your face, just so everybody knows who you are. I hope you're aware of that.

Okay, but then you'll have to explain the one hovering over your butt.

What, [Wally squawks, twisting in a desperate attempt to try and see the mark just above the edge of the towel. He can't quite turn that way and he's got revenge to to exact, but he will get a hand mirror later.

Wally jumps onto the bed and grabs the edge of the blankets, yanking to try and unravel Robin enough so he can scribble on his face.] This is what happens when you're bored, isn't it?! This is what happens when you don't have Gotham villains to whoop!

[ Dick laughs, trying to roll away and make an escape, which is difficult in his burritoed state. TACTICAL ERROR, MISTAKES HAVE BEEN MADE. ]

Hahaha! No way, dude, this is— ack, nooo!— this is just how I express affection!

Edited 2014-06-19 06:05 (UTC)

[Wally shoves all of his body weight onto Robin to keep him from squirming away and grabs his face, concentrating as he begins to draw a dick right on Dick's cheek.]

Hold still or I'm gonna express my affection until you're black and blue.

[ Dick's still doing his very best to squirm away from his well-earned punishment, but being pinned in a blanket burrito with a naked speedster drawing obscenities on his cheek was not even remotely part of Batman's training. ]

Hey hey hey I left your face alone, no fair!

[excuse u he has a towel ok that doesn't count as NAKED]

Relax, you can hide it with your mask, [Wally mutters as he goes into disturbing detail. His tongue even sticks out a little bit.]

[ that is ALMOST NAKED there is one layer of terrycloth hiding his stupid freckled butt ]

That defeats the whole purpose— [ squirm squirm SQUIRM ] Ugh, when did you get so heavy?

When I grew because I'm a reasonably-sized person, unlike you. Stop that, [and Wally digs his elbow into Dick's side to brace him and try to keep him from moving around too much before he finishes- AH THERE done!

He jumps off of Dick, fixes his towel and caps the marker triumphantly.] There. Dick.

[ Dick is pouting phenomenally as he unwinds the blanket from around himself, scrubbing frantically and uselessly at his cheek. ]

Vandal. [ POUTING!!! He goes to dig a hand mirror out of his desk (it's useful for mask application, okay) and examines Wally's handiwork. ]

Wow. This is like... health class worksheet detailed.

Yeah, I don't know what kind of health classes you attend, but public schooling isn't that detailed. [Wally tosses the marker in the general direction of Robin's desk before heading over to his closet to paw around inside. He thinks he left some clothes in here the other day when he changed into his KF uniform so they could patrol. They probably don't smell that bad; no worse than the stuff on the floor in his own room, anyway.]

Well, prestigious private school. You get what you pay for. [ yeah no. time to google "how to get sharpie off skin" ]

... What are you doing in there? My clothes won't fit you, dude.

Edited 2014-06-20 00:48 (UTC)

Oh, good to know Bruce Wayne's dollars are going to a decent sex ed. [Wally digs his old sweatshirt and jeans out of Dick's closet and pulls them on. Good enough. UNDERWEAR IS FOR LOSERS.]

Mm-hm. I'm prepared for anything now. I—

[ He glances over just long enough to realize he shouldn't have — really, Wally? REALLY? — and turns pointedly back to his search. ]

... It says rubbing alcohol works. So maybe if you bathe in it.

Yup, because I'm real eager to smell like a hospital room. You jerk. [Wally carefully zips up his jeans and this hoodie might be a mistake, but what the fuck else is he going to wear? ROBIN DREW ALL DOWN HIS ARMS.]

[ Yes, but there's a DICK ON HIS FACE NOW so that counts as even. ]

You didn't even see the best part.

I don't really wanna see the best part. I'm okay with remaining blissfully ignorant of the best part. [Wally jabs a finger in Dick's direction.] Don't think that little scribble is the only payback you'll be getting, either.

Sorry if I'm not quaking with fear.

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