[Dick - 12; Wally - 14]

A warmth enveloping him was the first thing that Dick noticed when he began to wake up. Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced beside him to see someone hugging him close. Dick was startled at first before he remembered that it was Wally who was hugging him.

Thinking back he remembered that he and Alfred had finally convinced Bruce to let Wally stay over the weekend at the manor, over what Wally, of course, was ecstatic about and excited to spend the entire weekend with his best friend.

They played games, ate snacks and had various shenanigans before they called quits for the night and went to bed. Originally, Wally was supposed to sleep on an extra mattress on the floor that was laying besides Dick’s bed unused, but Wally was too tired to move and Dick didn’t mind to share his bed with his best friend.

He loved to have someone besides him when he slept, it made it easier for him to fall asleep. Dick could not remember the last time he slept this well.

The ebony, deciding that he had enough from just laying down (even though it was unbelievable comfortable being), sat up and tried to get out of bed, but a certain redhead refused to let go and only pulled the younger boy closer.

Dick groaned. He knew this wouldn’t be easy. “Wally, let go of me.”, he gently said, trying to pry the arms around his waist off of him. And as expected, the speedsters reply was to grumble and bury his head deeper into Dick’s torso.

Rolling his eyes, the bird chose to ignore Wally, moving to the edge of the bed and stand up. Wally, who was still clinging to Dick, began to really wake up. “Duuuude, sleeep.” Wally whine, Dick huffed at the redhead. “I slept enough, maybe you should also get up so we can spend can do something else than just lazying around.”

Wally looked up at the ebony. “Like what?”, he challenged. Dick grabbed his phone from the nightstand and smirked down at Wally. “Oh, you know. Playing games, baking, watching movies, making out, pranking-” “WHAT!?!” Wally’s face was bright red when his words sank in and let go of Dick in his surprise, faceplanting on the floor.

Now free from the older boys clutches, Dick walked a few steps forward and held his phone up. “Like I said. Playing, baking, movies, pranking.”, Dick listed off, internally laughing. “That was not what you just said!”, Wally, looking up at the younger boy before burying his head in his arms. Dick gave his iconic crackle before snapping a photo.

Walking back to the bed and pulling the redhead back to his feet, Dick showed Wally the selfie. “A sleepover to remember. This will go into the scrapbook.” Wally growled and leaped at Dick. “Dude, delete the- wait, you have a scrapbook?”, asked Wally, stooping his attempts of getting the phone out of Dick's hands and startled at the new information.

His answer was crackling and a pillow to his face.