God, I hate the drawings for this one!

[Dick - 27; Wally - 29]

"No, fuck you, I won't wear this to the fair," Wally looked up to see a very grumpy Dick walk into the room, he was wearing a beautiful blue dress.

"Ah, but come on, dude. You look hot in that dress," the redhead wasn't lying but he wanted to tease the ebony a bit. "You said you would be the princess to my knight this year."

Dick glared annoyed at the speedster. "Yeah, but as , not as !"

"Aw, don't be like that. Look," Wally held up a crown. "I've got you a tiara!"

Dick scowled. "Wally no." Wally grinned. "Wally yes," he speeds over to Dick and tried to set the tiara on his head, who gripped Wally's wrist and pushed them away from him.

"Wally...", Dick growled in warning. "Come on, don't be a party-pooper!" Wally laughed, missing the darkened expression of the bird.

The acrobat huffed and pushed Wally away from him, who was caught off guard and feel, which in armour wasn't the softest fall Wally had. "Oww~," Wally whined, Dick looked down at the redhead unsympathetic.

With a huff, the ebony walked out of the room. Probably changing guessed Wally, who was busy trying to get up.

Struggling, Wally found that getting up in a medieval armour is harder than it looks. "Help!"

20 minutes pass when Dick entered the room again. He wore medieval clothes of a prince, a grey-blue vest and black pants. He looked really nice in those, thought Wally.

He walked over to Dick and grasped his hand, bowed and pulled the hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on it. "My prince."

The hard look from Dick melted away to a much softer and fonder look. He a small smile graced his face. "My knight."