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I didn't rape him. Women can't rape men. Eso es loco," Catalina says with a shake of her head. She's tied up on a rooftop with the birds of prey standing over her in the drizzly grey weather. Needless to say, they're pretty pissed at her.

Helena rushes forward, shouting something angrily in Italian. Dinah and Barbara have to physically restrain her so she won't kill Tarantula.

"Are you kidding me?" Helena says in English, "He told you no! He told you to stop touching him! If he wanted to have sex with you, believe me he would have let you know!"

"How do you know what he wants?" Catalina says, "Are you his girlfriend or something? I asked and he said he didn't have one."

"No. He doesn't. He has a boyfriend," Barbara says. Catalina's mouth drops open in surprise.

"I..I didn't know that."

"While you were trying to convince him to marry you - oh yes, I found record of that - his boyfriend was worried sick about him," Batgirl says.

Tarantula looks down at the concrete she's kneeling on, mostly likely in shame. Barbara hopes it's shame.

"You can't just do what you want to men, they have feelings too. Reverse the roles and see how bad it was," Dinah tells her, "Come on girls. Let's get her into custody. I can't stand looking at a rapist."

"I've got all the evidence and case notes Nightwing had against her," Barbara says, taking a USB stick out of her utility belt and showing it to her friends. Catalina looks at it with wide eyes.

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Dick wakes up and it takes him a few seconds to remember where he is. He turns his head to the side, expecting to see a head of ginger hair, but the bed is empty next to him. He sits up and marvels at the sea view out the window.

After doing his usual morning routine, he wanders downstairs to try find his missing boyfriend. Dick comes across him in the kitchen, making pancakes. He's just wearing shorts and an apron, although there's not really any need for an apron. Wally turns around and greets him with a, "Morning, babe."

"Morning," Dick says, coming up to him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Sleep well?" Wally asks.

"Yeah," Dick nods. He mostly slept well, aside from one nightmare. The nightmare he had thankfully wasn't as bad as ones he's had previously, "Those look good."

"That's because I'm making them and you're not," Wally jokes, "I had to use google translate while shopping for the ingredients. When I went to pay, the old Greek lady at the counter took one look at me, said 'Amerikános' and called her daughter over to tell me the price in English."

After they eat the pancakes and Wally applies a generous amount of suncream, they head out to explore the private part of the island. Dick says he can remember some natural pool somewhere that's good for swimming, but he has no idea where it is. Wally takes dozens of pictures to show Donna when they get back. His photography skills aren't quite as artistic or professional as Donna's, but thanks to his speed he can catch things at just the right moment.

"What's the betting you're gonna get burnt by the end of the day?" Dick jokes.

"I'm being very careful. Hence the hat," Wally says, pointing to the baseball cap he's wearing.

"It's very Roy."

They wind up at an empty beach. Unlike beaches near Gotham or Blüdhaven, the place doesn't smell like rotting seaweed, there's much less stones and no beer cans and bottles anywhere. It's almost pristine. Wally sets down the backpack he's carrying and flops down onto the white sand. Dick follows suit, lying down next to him.

"What now?" Dick asks.

"We could dig a big hole. That's what guys do at beaches, right? Look ladies, at this massive hole I dug using my man power!"

"There's no ladies. Or shovels. Also, if you dug a big hole you'd 100% fall into it and break your ankle."

"..yeah. I would. I guess burying each other is also off the cards due to lack of shovels?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We've also got no buckets, so we can't build a sandcastle. Sunbathing is pointless because you are incapable of tanning."

"We could go for a swim," Wally suggests.

"Or collect cool shells. Bet Cass would love some."

"Swim first, then collect cool shells?"

Dick nods, "Sounds good."

They both stand up and strip down to their trunks. Then they make a mad dash down the beach and into the water, yelling as they do so. Wally isn't the strongest swimmer - why swim when you can run on water - but isn't worried. Dick is a great swimmer and is as proficient as a lifeguard.

They try racing each other in the water. No powers allowed, which means Dick wins. The two of them throw seaweed at each other and basically act like big children, splashing around.

Eventually they come out of the water, soaking wet. They sit down on the sand again, and it sticks to them as sand tends to do.

"This is why beach sex is a terrible idea," Wally comments as he towels his hair, "I for one, would not like sand all up in my junk."

Dick laughs, "The idea is sexy, but not practical. Like shower sex." His face straightens and he asks, "Why'd you leave the bed so early this morning?"

"To go get breakfast," Wally says, "And you know me, I don't need as much re-charging."

"It wasn't just that. There was another reason, wasn't there?" Dick says as Wally passes him the towel.

"Ever the detective, huh? I just had...morning wood. That's all. Didn't..want to bother you with it."

"Oh." Dick says, "I'm sorry."

"Why? You have no reason to be sorry."

"I just...feel broken. I love you and I want to have sex with you but I just can't bring myself to do it at the moment. I know you'd never hurt me but I just can't put myself in a vulnerable position," Dick confesses, pulling his knees up to his chest and staring down at the sand.

"I know. It's okay. We don't have to do anything until you're ready, whenever that will be," Wally says.

Dick smiles, "You're the best."

"I try. And hey..whenever you do feel like you're ready...maybe I could try bottoming? It's just an idea."

"Oh? Are you sure?" Dick says in surprise. There's a thought.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not exactly fair that you bottom all the time. I was talking to Roy a while back and he said I should try it at least once. Besides, I know you won't hurt me either."

Dick nods, "Okay. But only if you're sure."

They sit comfortably on the beach for a while, watching the waves. Dick rests his head on Wally's shoulder.

Eventually they get up and start looking for shells for Cass and smooth stones for Damian to paint on. They can bring home as much as they like really, baggage weight restrictions don't apply on a private jet. They try skipping some stones in the water. Another thing Dick is very good at. He manages to get five hops out of one. The most Wally gets is four hops.

"Oh well," Wally says, "I can run on water, which beats skipping stones any day."

"Four hops is still pretty good. Most people can only get two if they know how to skip stones at all."

"Should we do something touristy tomorrow? Go to the mainland maybe. Check out some naked statues."

Dick laughs, "Sure. Plenty of them around after all. Wouldn't mind seeing a few ancient temples. Alfred read some of Homer's stuff to me one time so I know a bit about Greek myths."

"Homer? Like Homer Simpson? What's he got to do with Greek myths?"

Dick laughs, "Homer the Greek poet, not Homer Simpson. Author of the Iliad."

"Oh right. Barry told me the story about the guy who turned things to gold one time."

"King Minos?" Dick asks, picking up a swirly pink shell, "He was from Crete."

They put the best shells and stones carefully into the backpack and move on from the beach. As they walk, Dick tells Wally what he can remember of the Greek myths Alfred read to him as a kid. In truth, they're a lot more tragic, sexual and gruesome than the versions he was told.

They trek around for most of the day, taking in the sights, climbing up rocks and taking photographs. The two of them find the natural pool Dick had mentioned and go for a short swim there. There's a waterfall running into it over the rocks, creating a pleasant sound. It's so far from the hustle and bustle of Blüdhaven, Central City or Manhattan.

The water is just the right depth for them to walk around in, just up to their waists. Dick wades up behind Wally, carefully touches the back of the redhead's neck and chuckles.

"What is it?"

"You got sunburned."

"Oh crap! I forgot to re-apply after swimming. So much for being careful," Wally says in exasperation, putting his palm to his face. Dick kisses the patch of angry red skin. Wally has also gained many new freckles. Iris told him when he was a kid that someday all the freckles would join up and he'd get a tan. A lie. Dick rests his chin on Wally's shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist.

"It was inevitable," Dick says, then kisses his neck again. Wally looks down at the arms wrapped around him. Dick's golden tan makes his many white scars all the more prominent.

They stop for something to eat on the rocks by the waterfall. Dick takes the food out of the bag while Wally re-applies his sunscreen. Wally had picked up some other stuff at the shop this morning. Some pre-made sandwiches, chocolate and other treats. He isn't exactly sure what some of it is, but decided to get it anyway and try it out.

"Oooh try this chocolate," Wally says, mouth full of said chocolate as he hands the bar to his boyfriend. The wrapping is pink with cherry blossoms on it. Dick cracks off a few squares and gives it a try.

"Mmm..it's pretty nice. You know what's my favourite chocolate?"

"You really like Hershey's cookies and cream candy bars. But...I feel like that's no longer the answer."

"Cadbury dairy milk chocolate. I tried it over in England. It's very sweet."

"Perfect for your sweet tooth then. Can you buy it in the U.S.?" Wally asks.

Dick shakes his head, "Unfortunately no. I googled it. It's available in Britain, Canada, Ireland, India, Australia...but not the U.S. The government didn't want to draw attention away from Hershey's because it's an American company."

"How patriotic. Well, I could always run to Canada and get some for you," Wally offers. Dick nods.

"You should try it too. It's nice."

"Better then those coconut things you mentioned before?" Wally says with a laugh, "You spat them into Helena's plant pot."

Dick tilts his head to the side, "When did I tell you that?"

"When you were drunk."

"Ah," Dick says, joining Wally in his laughter.

After lunch they head back to the villa and lounge around for a bit. Dick sunbathes by the pool, listening to music. He has a very interesting Spotify playlist, 80s, 90s and 2000s bops with a few classic circus songs thrown in. Wally stays in the shade, sending the many pictures he'd taken to Donna. She texts him to ask how Dick is doing.

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The time difference makes communicating...more difficult. Wally glances over at Dick, who looks like a movie star stretched out on the deck chair by the poolside. The speedster starts snickering when the song 'Careless Whisper' starts playing, with its signature sexy sax solo. However, he really laughs when the next song comes on and it's 'Never Gonna Give You Up.' Dick turns his head around, looks over his sunglasses and sticks out his tongue in response.

Wally googles some sights for them to go see tomorrow. Usually Dick is the one who plans these things because Wally is pretty indecisive, but he figures he'll surprise him.

That evening they go out for dinner in a karaoke bar. Dick finds the confidence to get up on stage and sing ABBA's 'Andante Andante.' He kills it. Dick grew up in the limelight of the circus after all. He's not drunk, but the way he's serenading Wally makes it look like he is to the Greeks and other tourists. Dick has always had a great singing voice.

They make friends with an old Irish couple who are sitting at the next table after they hear Wally say Dick's name.

"Yeh don't hear many young fellas called that anymore," the old man says with a friendly smile. Dick laughs.

"We've both got old fashioned names, his name's Wally," he says, nodding to his boyfriend.

"I'm Diarmuid, and this is my wife Máire," the old Irish guy tells them. His wife nods and adds, "We're on a bit of a romantic getaway for our diamond wedding anniversary."

"We're on a romantic getaway of sorts too, although we haven't been together as long as that. Congratulations," Dick says. It's always a bit risky saying things like that, especially to old people, but Máire's face lights up.

"Oh how lovely! Our son Shane got married last year to a nice Italian man."

"Oh, awesome," Wally says. Máire asks how long they've been together and Dick says only a few months, but explains that they've been best friends for years.

"Máire and I met at a local dance hall in 1957. I saw her across the room and I told myself, Diarmuid, you have to ask that lovely girl to dance," Diarmuid tells them, making a proper story out of it. Diarmuid and Máire have four children and a dog called Bono. The four of them talk for an hour until the old couple leave.

Dick manages to drag Wally up onto stage with him and sing a duet of another ABBA song, 'fernando.' Wally can't sing as well as Dick can, but sings anyway. They're still singing as they go back to the villa again, laughing in between songs. They haven't touched any alcohol all night, but they're drunk on fun and love.

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"I mean, it's certainly impressive," Dick says, looking up at the marble statue. They're the national archeological museum in the Greek Capital, Athens. Wally stands next to him and tilts his head to the side.

"Yeah. He's not packing much though."

They both look at each other and snicker. Dick goes to read some of the information on it, which thankfully has an English translation.

"Huh, supposedly small penises were thought to be a sign of wisdom. Large penises were associated with foolishness and lust," Dick tells Wally.

"How times have changed."

They wander around the museum for another while. Wally calls Dick over to a particular exhibit, "Check out these plates."

Dick walks over and looks at the plates Wally is referring to in a glass case, "Oh wow."

On several of the plates, there is images depicting men having sex. A very weird ancient porn medium. Dick quietly reads the information next to it and frowns.

"It's...pedophilia," he says, "In Ancient Greece, relationships between adult men and adolescent boys were praised. However, if the man wasn't married to a woman by age thirty-five he would ridiculed and if the younger boy was still in the relationship when he became an adult he would be shamed."

Wally frowns, "That. Is very disappointing. And gross."

"Guess Ancient Greece wasn't a gay paradise after all," Dick says with a shrug, "Sexuality wasn't seen as a set thing for life. In the end, everyone was expected to get married and have kids. Different kinds of relationships were appropriate at different ages."

"What about lesbians?"

"Girls were married off at age thirteen, Wally. Dating was strictly off limits."

"Oh right. Wow. Ancient Greece is disappointing," Wally says. Dick nods in agreement. After the museum they check out some nearby tourist spots such as the Parthenon on the Acropolis. They sit down and have lunch on the steps of the theatre of Dionysos. Dick reads through some of the brochures he had picked up with interest.

They take the metro around the city and stumble across the monastiráki flea market. The two of them pick up some souvenirs and gifts for their friends and family.

"Aunt Iris is gonna love these notebooks," Wally says, showing them to his boyfriend. Dick nods in agreement.

"Got this for Babs," Dick says, taking a plushie of the goddess Athena out of his bag, "Goddess of wisdom and war strategy."

"Very fitting."

It's nighttime again when they get back to the villa on the island. They're both pretty tired. Dick and Wally push two of the deckchairs together to make one big one, bring some blankets and pillows outside and decide to sleep on the balcony. It's not a very cold night anyway and Wally is basically a human space heater, so warmth isn't an issue.

"I really don't want to go back to Blüdhaven," Dick says, resting his head on Wally's chest. Wally thinks for a moment.

"Then don't."

"What do you mean?" Dick asks, looking up at him with puzzlement.

"We could get a place together. In Keystone or Central City maybe, away from the doom and gloom of Gotham and Blüdhaven," Wally suggests, "I bet Barry would be happy to put in a good word for you at the CCPD if you wanted to be a cop again."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Unless you think it's too rushed, I mean we've only been together a few months."

Dick laughs, "We've been best friends for twelve years. I don't think it's too much of a rush."

"Great. As nice as the Titans Tower is, I'd love to move out of it," Wally says, "Maybe I could do something at Star Labs."

"Yeah. Although...Central City and Keystone are kinda far from Gotham. I'd be even further from home."

"I'd be happy to run you home anytime. However, I think Damian would be mad at me for stealing you away."