About an hour later, the whole team minus Roy is sitting around eating take away. Wally has two entire pizzas to himself and promised not to take anyone else's food. Dick, having already ate not particularly long ago was just eating the donuts that came with the meal offer. Plenty of cop jokes had been thrown around.

"You know, I took a box of donuts with me to work one day and not one person accepted one," Dick tells them, before taking another bite of his second donut. So much for, "I'm not that hungry."

"Really? Not one person?" Lilith asks, taking another slice of the Hawaiian pizza.

"Who the hell doesn't like donuts?" Wally says, mouth full.

Roy decides to make an appearance in the lounge, which causes Donna to raise an eyebrow. He nods to the others before turning to Dick and Wally.

"Sorry. I was a prick for outing you guys. Even though technically it was Garth's fault everyone knew already," Roy gestures a thumb towards the Atlantean.

"Don't bring me into this. Please."

Dick glances at Wally, who says, "It's okay man. You were just letting us know that you were bi too. In your own way. You're forgiven."

"Thanks," he says, then asks generally, "Can I have some pizza?"

"Go ahead. Though we need to stop eating take outs around here," Donna says as Roy plonks down onto the couch next to her.

"It's convenient. There's so many of us. Just imagine the all dishes that I'd probably be roped into doing because I'm the fastest," Wally shrugs, moving onto his second pizza.

"Nah, Garth can do them. Water powers," says Roy, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza. Garth grumbles in response.

"So wait, Roy..when did you figure out you liked guys?" Wally asks out of curiosity.

"Eh. I guess I've always sort of known. It didn't bother me an awful lot, because I was sure I liked girls too and I could cruise by on that. I'm guessing you had some sort of awakening earlier?"

"You could call it that I guess. I always just figured that everyone found Grayson attractive," Wally says, throwing his arm around Dick, who had a mouth full of donut, "I mean who doesn't?"

Everyone mutters in agreement.

"You've joined the exclusive 'redheads that Dick has fucked' club. Congrats," Roy laughs, giving Wally a fist bump, then shrugging, "Or you fucked him I guess. Jason and I always switched."

Dick winces, "Too much information. I don't wanna know what you and Jason got up to, man."

"How many redheads exactly has Dick been with?" Garth asks, "Has there been enough to safely call it a fetish?"

Everyone else, aside from Dick, nods.

"There's Kory," Roy starts, holding up one finger (intentionally, his middle one).

"Me," Wally adds. Roy sticks up another finger.

"Batgirl," Garth contributes. Three fingers.

Dick looks pleadingly at the girls, "Oh my god stop them."

"Jason mentioned some fashion designer, Cheryl or something.." Roy says.

"Cheyenne," Dick corrects.

"Cheyenne..Fremont?" Lilith asks, "Holy crap, Dick! Why didn't you mention that?"

"Uh..." Dick is lost for words as Roy holds up four fingers. It's clear they're getting a kick out of teasing their team leader.

"Oh oh! Your first crush, the girl from the circus...Raya."

Roy grins, holding up one whole hand. Wally rubs his chin thoughtfully, then frowns, "What about that awful girl you lost your v-card to? Liu? Didn't she have red hair?"

"Brunette," Dick sighs. He didn't like thinking about her. She used him and broke his heart. He was sixteen.

"What about guys? Any other than Wally we are unaware of?"

"No...wait. There was one guy I met at a club. I think he just reminded me of Wally really..." Dick says, face turning red.

Roy scoffs, "Probably Poison Ivy herself too."

"No! She has kissed me though."

"Of course she has...god Dick there's not many ladies in the super community that haven't locked lips with you at some point, is there?" Wally says with a laugh. The acrobat is now a bright scarlet colour.

Donna looks at Lilith and shrugs, "He's not wrong. I gave Dick a kissing lesson when he was thirteen."

"Really? I didn't know that," Roy says in surprise, "No wonder Dick has a reputation for being a good kisser."

"I swear the amount of times I look over at him during or after a fight and a lady is eating his face off..yet he always looks surprised," Wally chuckles, "Gonna have to fend off the Nightwing fangirls."

Dick gives in finally to the banter and smiles at the thought of Wally wanting him to himself. He runs a hand through his hair dramatically, "It's hard work being this irresistible."

Everyone gets into a fit of laughter. The day started..questionably and ended well.

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Wally pushes Dick against a wall in the acrobat's room, the two furiously kissing. The redhead pushes up his boyfriend's shirt, feeling the shorter man's scarred abs. Dick gasps into his mouth when Wally brushes a thumb over his left nipple. He retaliates by grabbing the redhead's ass and squeezing it.

Wally grins against Dick's mouth and begins switching between kissing his neck and lips. Dick's fingers run through Wally's red hair, which was longer at the top of his head. The two of them are so lost in each other they don't notice someone enter the room until he makes himself known.

"WALLACE! CEASE DEFILING MY BROTHER!"

Wally almost has a heart attack (it's a good thing his heart is in good health again) and yelps as he jolts away from Dick at ferocious speed, to see Robin standing in the room with them.

"Damian!" Dick exclaims, slightly hoarse. His voice cracks a little in shock and he pushes down his shirt hastily.

Wally has a panicked look about him. Damian is giving him a threatening look - which would have been okay if he were any other thirteen year old - and he worries Robin might actually kill him for making out his favourite person in the world.

"I..um..bye!" Wally splutters out, before speeding out of there so fast the two brothers just see lightning.

Dick's mouth is gaping, his hair messy and his face crimson. He gasps out, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?! You scared the living crap out of Wally."

Damian frowns, "You left the door open. I didn't see why I would need to knock."

"Damian-"

"You and West?"

"Oh god..." Dick runs a hand through his messy black hair, "Look. You saw nothing, comprende?"

"I wouldn't call that nothing. I was unaware you were attracted to men. Then again..." Damian purses his lips, "It would explain why you insist people call you Dick."

Dick groans, "Damian please...Wally isn't out yet to anyone but the team and...well I'm not out to Bruce yet."

The teenager frowns, "Why not? And why didn't you tell me?"

"I just..haven't gotten around to it. And I didn't tell you because honestly, I didn't think you cared about my love life," Dick awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. Excuses.

Damian huffs and asks, "Does anyone in the family know?"

"Jason. He's bisexual too."

"Is anyone in this family heterosexual?" Damian rolls his eyes, "I caught Drake looking at shirtless men on his laptop yesterday."

'Knew it,' Dick thinks to himself, then says, "Bruce is. Alfred is. You, I guess?"

"Eugh. I do not have time for romantic relations," the teen says, button nose wrinkling up adorably.

"Okay. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to play video games. Jonathan is hanging out with a friend of his from school and chess with Alfred has become monotonous."

"Well, I was playing with Wally.." Dick says, then sighs.

"Tt. Fine. I will not kill Wallace if we play together," Damian crosses his arms and moves towards one of the bean bags in front of the TV. He sat down on it. Dick didn't bother mentioning that it was where he was sitting (before he got...distracted. Ahem).

"I'll go find Wally. Hopefully he didn't run to...Slovakia or something," Dick says, then points to a box next to the tv, "There's a spare controller in there."

Damian pouts, pointing to a glowing red one on the other beanbag, "What about that one?"

"That's Wally's," Dick informs him, before heading out the door and across the hallway to Wally's room. He pokes his head in the door and calls for him. No reply. Maybe he did run across the Atlantic..

Dick decides to check down in the kitchen. Best place to look for a speedster with a crazy metabolism. Donna was in the kitchen, sorting through photos. She was in the process of making an album for the team. Plenty of teen photos for them to all cringe at.

"Hey, Dick. I sent Damian up to play video games with you guys. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's okay. Only we weren't still playing video games when he arrived.." Dick says awkwardly, then coughs, "Um, anyways he gave Wally a look and he ran away"

"Those bat stares you guys do are terrifying," Donna nods sympathetically, "Before you ask, no. Wally didn't come into the kitchen."

"He's not in his room either...shit."

"Knowing him he could be anywhere in the world..." Donna says, shaking her head, then picks up a photo and smiles, "Aw, look at you guys."

She holds up the image and Dick comes for a closer look. It's a picture Donna had taken when he was, twelve, thirteen? It's hard to tell, Dick was a late bloomer and he looked small and baby faced until he was fifteen. Judging by Wally also being baby faced, probably twelve. In the photograph, Dick is trying to count all of Wally's freckles. He had put a coloured dot on every freckle he had counted with marker so Wally's pale face looked like white icing covered in rainbow sprinkles. There's a look of concentration on Dick's face and Wally is trying desperately not to laugh.

"Wonder how many it was.." Donna says with a giggle.

"2,345.." Dick says fondly.

"Trust you to remember. You should do it again. He's probably got even more now," She suggests.

"I'd be there forever. I just counted his face and neck that time. They're all over his arms and shoulders and back.."

"Don't think you'd mind," She says, smirking, "We have to count Roy's too."

Dick laughs at the thought of Roy being covered in coloured dots where his freckles are, "His tattoos probably cover some of them."

"Grayson," Damian's annoyed voice sounds from the door again, "I want to play Swordwalkers III."

"Oh! Damian, come have a look at your brother's baby face!" Donna says with delight, ushering the teenager over. Dick groans, but smiles. The Amazon shows him the pictures.

"See? He was a late bloomer too," she points at past Dick's cute little face.

Damian scoffs, "I am not a 'late bloomer' and I do not have a baby face. Richard and I are not blood related so we're not alike."

"Uh huh.." Dick says, smirking.

"Jason was kind of late too, right? He was such a cute kid," Donna sighs, "So shy around us girls."

"I think he was small because of the malnutrition. Alfred fixed that promptly. By the time he was sixteen he was almost my height," Dick says, thinking back. They didn't get on particularly well at the time. Dick was at college and never around like he was for Tim or Damian. When Jason came back from the dead he was six feet tall, which was a shock.

"I shall surpass you in height just as Jason did," Damian states, like it was a common fact and also like he wasn't at chest height with the kitchen island, "Father is taller than you, so I shall be too. I was genetically engineered to be perfect."

"If you say so," Dick chuckles and Donna gives him an 'awww isn't he cute' look. Dick adds, "Don't know if I can deal with two of my younger brothers being taller than me."

"Timothy will likely remain at his current height," Damian says proudly, "All that caffeine has stunted his growth."

"Tim's seventeen, so yeah it's unlikely he'll grow much more," Dick agrees. His phone starts to play 'wake me up (before you go go)' in his pocket, indicating someone is calling him.

Damian frowns, "What is that awful song?"

"Wham!" Donna tells him, "I know neither of us were born then but you don't know Wham? George Michael and..uh, the other guy."

Dick digs the phone out of his pocket and sighs in relief, seeing a picture of Wally making a stupid face on the screen. He swipes it to answer and puts the phone to his ear, half turning away from his best friend and little brother.

"Wally?"

"Hey babe. That's gonna take getting used to, wow.."

"Where did you go?" Dick asks, desperately trying not to blush at the nickname. He fails and hears Damian making a gagging noise behind him.

"Scotland," Wally says casually, "I got some shortbread."

Dick could hear the sound of a tin opening on the phone line. Probably the short bread, "Of course you did. Where are you now?"

"Your room. Where are you guys?"

"Kitchen."

There's a streak of lightning and suddenly Wally is standing right in front of him, holding out a red tin full of buttery goodness and smiling. Dick hangs up the phone with a chuckle and takes a biscuit.

"Scotland. Pretty random," Dick comments before taking a bite of the shortbread.

"I saw some cool castle hidden in the highlands."

"Balmoral maybe?" Dick asks and Wally gives him a confused look, "Balwhat?"

"Tt," Damian clicks his tongue in the way he has a habit of doing, alerting Wally to his and Donna's presence.

"Hey guys. Uh, sorry Damian. Maybe knock next time?"

"Believe me West, I will," Damian replies with a glare.

"How much did he see?" Donna asks in concern.

"Kissing," Dick says, waving his hand.

"Against a wall," Wally adds, to which Dick frowns. Donna sighs, "Anyway, anyone else have photographs for the album?"

"Don't think so, you're the photographer after all," Wally replies, then puts the tin on the table, "Shortbread anyone?"

Donna and Damian both take a piece. The shortbread was different shapes. Damian picks one shaped as a Scottie dog and takes a nibble of it.

"You are forgiven, Wallace," Damian announces, then properly munches on the Scottish biscuit. The redhead sighs in relief. After Damian swallows, he says, "Richard. Tell father."

"Oh. Uh.." Dick says quietly. Donna frowns, "I thought you were already out to him?"

"Not..exactly...no."

"Batman may be cold and distant but he does care about you Dick. He's not going to suddenly hate you because of your sexuality," the Amazonian assures him.

"You're right. I'll do it tomorrow," Dick decides with a firm nod of his head.

"I'm going to the manor this evening. You can come with me later and get it over with then," Damian suggests.

Dick bites his lip and then nods and says, "Uh, okay then."

"Do you want me to come with?" Wally asks, putting his hand on Dick's shoulder.

"No, it's okay..."

"I would recommend staying far from the manor, Wallace. Just in case father decides to threaten you," Damian advises, causing Wally to gulp.

"No he won't.." Dick says, though he sounds a little unsure, "I'm a grown man. I can make my own decisions."

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Dick stands outside Bruce's study. He hadn't found him in the Batcave, so this is the only other place his adoptive father could be. He takes a deep breath and whispers to himself, "You can do this. You should have done this before now. Bruce won't care about your sexuality. He doesn't care about Kate's or Selina's preferences. He probably won't mind me dating Wally..I mean, dated an orange alien before. Ugh. Just. Do. It."

Dick slinks into Bruce's office, nodding to Selina who is stretched out in a cat-like fashion on a nearby chaise painting her nails. She smiles at him, probably remembering a time when they were all younger and Dick was a little kid cartwheeling around in a cape like he was on a constant sugar high.

"Hey Bruce... I just wanted to let you know I'm seeing someone new. Uh, it's Wally...he's my boyfriend."

Bruce nods, reading over case notes and analysing the clues for a second time and paying absolutely no attention to what he thought was another update on his son's dramatic love life and list of girlfriends, "That's nice Dick."

Dick nods, too nervous to notice he's not listening as intently as he should be, "Uh yeah, it is."

Selina hums over in the corner, "Aw. You two have been friends for so long."

"You..you remember who he is?"

"Of course I do. I remember when you guys used to run around in your bright little costumes and make awful jokes together. Annoying, but adorable."

"Thanks Selina. Thanks Bruce. I'm going to see where Tim is. Bye," he waves, walking backwards before sliding out the door again.

Selina looks over at her fiancé and shakes her head, "Bat."

"Yes, Cat?" Bruce says, looking up.

"Did you listen to what Dick said?" She asks, tilting her head with a knowing smile.

"A new girlfriend or something. I've been hearing it since he was fifteen."

"Yes, except he's twenty-two now and just told you he has a boyfriend," Selina says smoothly, coating a nail with black polish.

Bruce's expression freezes and he stares at the door Dick entered and exited out of. He looks blankly at it for about thirty seconds, trying to process this new information.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes, Bat. His boyfriend. Wally. The speedster. Cute, no?"

"He just-"

"Yeah. Nice to know there's another bi around. Can you help me with my other hand by any chance?" She holds up the bottle of polish.

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"Damian!" Bruce hisses, quickening his pace to keep up with his youngest child. Damian, thinking he's going to get a lecture, tries to speed-walk, but his short legs are no match for his father's long strides. Bruce takes Damian by the shoulder to turn him around and squats down a little to try get somewhat at his son's height.

"Whatever you think I did, Father, I didn't do it," Damian sighs.

"You're not in trouble, Damian," Bruce says quietly, likes he's afraid someone will hear, "Did you know about Dick?"

"I know many things about Richard. For example; he eats colourful children's cereal. He has a strange fixation with redheads. He-"

"Did you know he's bisexual?"

"Not until this afternoon when I walked in on Wallace pinning him against a wall. I frightened the speedster away, but he came back and gave me shortbread shaped like a dog, so I accepted his apology," Damian informs him, "Can I go play with Ace and Titus now?"

Bruce bites his lip, then asks, "Pinning him against a wall? Wally?"

Damian rolls his green eyes, "Yes, that's what I said. What more do you want to know? I believe there was groping also -"

Bruce stands up, "I see. You can go play with the dogs now."

"Would you like to join me in a game of slobber*?"

"Maybe another time, Damian. I have something I need to do."

"I don't think Richard will appreciate it if you hurt his romantic partner."

"I'm not going to hurt Wally. I'm just going to talk to him," Bruce says, turning around and walking away. His son watches him go.

Damian scoffs, "Poor West."