I wanna know what he does to get a booty so THICC. This is a follow up to a something I wrote in the "A wedding to remember" story. Y'all thought it was over? Ha.

The beeping of the alarm forced the couple awake. If it wasn't for the alarm, their only hopes of waking would be the grumbling of their stomachs. Even then, Dick was good at supressing hunger in favour of an extra couple of minutes. "Five more minutes," Wally groaned, tightening his grip on Dick's waist. "Let go, I have work to do," the younger laughed. He wiggled out of his grip and smiled. "And you promised to get the groceries today," Dick added. Wally huffed, sitting up and setting his eyes on his lover. "If I turn around and you're staring at my butt, I'll hit you."
"You're not a morning person huh?" A pillow to the face gave him his answer.

A few hours later, Tim turned up to work on a case with Dick. Wally was out grocery shopping which allowed the pair to catch up more. With the... "energetic" brothers Tim had, he didn't get much time with the eldest Robin. He blamed Damian for that mostly. He hogged Dick whenever he got the chance. Mostly from spite for his brothers. Sometimes because he actually had a fondness for the acrobat. "Hey Dick, do you have any tips for investigating?" Tim asked out of the blue. Dick almost laughed at him instead scoffing quietly. "You want my tips? On investigation?" he repeated. 

"Believe it or not I hardly got any advice from you that isn't to do with poses for selfies." He had to give it to Dick though, his selfies were amazing now. 

It took a moment for Dick to think then he came up with an idea. "If you ever feel like someone is hiding something, say nothing and they'll think you already know. That way they say what they're hiding."

"Does that actually work?" Tim asked, not believing him.

"Yup. Well, it doesn't work on Bruce. I think he's broken though so it'll work most of the time," he answered.  They heard the sound of keys rattling behind the front door and Dick got an idea. Last week Wally denied eating his cereal even though it was very obvious that he had. This was the perfect chance to show off his skill and get a confession on the vicious act of cereal stealing. "Here, I'll show you," he said with a grin. He got up and waited in the kitchen, the grin fading to an expressionless face.

Wally came in with a paper bag in one arm full of food. Mostly cereal and power bars. Now he looked at it maybe shopping should be Dick's chore from now on. "Hi Dick, hey Tim," he greeted. Tim smiled and waved back whilst Dick avoided all eye contact. "What's wrong with you? Still mad about this morning?" he joked. No response. "Dick, what's wrong?" he asked, putting the food away. "Did something happen?" He started to get nervous but not about what Dick wanted. Dick turned away and started pouring some water. "Who told you about it?" Wally asked. It was a little odd considering only Dick knew about him eating cereal but he took it as a win. "Right, that doesn't matter. Do you really want me to admit this in front of Tim?" It's just cereal, right? Why's he being so dramatic? Then again food was a big part of Wally's life. "Fine. I know it won't make up for what I did but I'm sorry. It was a one-time thing," Wally continued. Yeah right, this was the sixth time he'd done it this month. "Sorry for what?" Dick snapped, turning around with a mock frown. He began to sip his water to add to the fake anger. "I'm sorry I slept with Artemis before our wedding," Wally admitted.

Water and glass plummeted to the floor at the statement. The smash made Tim wince. "You did what?" Dick said. He wanted it to be a shriek but it came out as a whisper. 

"I slept with Artemis and I know it's bad, I feel terrible about it."

"Cereal. You were supposed to admit to eating my cereal! Not cheating on me!" Dick shouted. He wanted to throw up. He waited years for Wally to come back. Throughout that time he hardly dated anyone. Then Wally comes back and tries to have his cake and eat it too. "You-you betrayed me. After all those years, you betrayed me!" He couldn't believe it. This was Wally, he was supposed to be a hero. Heroes wouldn't do this right? He stormed to the bedroom, stuffing whatever was at hand into a rucksack and then returned. "Tim, go wait in my car, I'm driving you back to the manor," he ordered. Tim didn't dare to argue against him. To tell him to calm down and talk it through. On his way out he shot Wally a glare. To think he once respected the hero. That he sang praises of him to Bart.

"Dick please, I can explain. She was drunk and I wasn't thinking right. I was scared about marrying you, she was there and I just-"

"- and you just took the opportunity you had. Years Wally. Years I spent blaming myself for your death! Years I thought I would never see your face again!" he shouted. Wally went to put a hand on Dick's face but he slapped it away. "I hope you're happy with yourself because I'm certainly not. I can't believe I trusted you." No way in hell would he let Wally see him cry. Just like the bullies at school, he had to walk away before a tear could escape his eyes. He stormed towards the door, snatching up the case work that was left on the table before walking out the door. All Wally could do was stand there as his life fell apart.

The car ride was quiet, the air tense as Dick bit back the tears pricking at his eyes. They pulled up and got out in silence. Tim sighed and looked up at his brother. His spark had dulled. "I guess your tip works then," Tim said. The humour didn't feel right but he had to try. Dick chuckled humorlessly. It was flat and without the joy Tim was used to. "Here's another tip, when looking for information make sure you know all the skeletons in their closet first. Otherwise, you'll find out something you wish you hadn't," he replied. He shouldered his rucksack and opened the door, leaving Tim uneasy.

Damian was reading on the couch whilst Bruce shuffled through some cases. It was the closest they seemed to get to a bonding activity nowadays. Had the situation not been as it was, Dick would've laughed at their aversion to bonding. "Why are you here Grayson?" Damian asked, peeking over his book.  Although his tone didn't suggest it, he was worried. He wasn't greeted with the bright smile that Dick adorned nearly every day. Warning sign number one. Then there was the dullness in his eyes. Warning sign two. That's not including how wet his eyes looked. Warning sign number three. "About that, I was wondering if I could stay here for a week. Maybe longer," he replied sadly. Damian quirked an eyebrow, looking to Tim for answers. Tim gave him a shake of the head telling him to leave the matter. Bruce didn't catch onto what was happening and carried on reading through the case file. "We're always happy to have you. Will Wally be staying?" Bruce asked. There was a quiet whimper from Dick that they all heard. He shook his head. "Dick? What happened?" Bruce inquired, setting down his files. 

"I-I need a minute," he responded, racing upstairs. He was still in shock from it.

They heard his bedroom door slam shut and looked to Tim. "What happened?" Bruce repeated. The words made Tim feel sick to say but he had to say them. "Wally had an affair with Artemis," he responded. The ticking of the clock was all that could be heard. Damian slammed down his book with fury. "That low life waste of a resurrection dared to have an affair!" he exclaimed. A creative insult yes but Tim agreed with it. "He admitted to this?" Bruce asked, his voice dangerously low. Tim nodded. "Right to Dick's face! Honestly, I'm surprised he took it so-" he was interrupted by a crash upstairs  "well." He sighed as there was another smash. "Was there-"

"-photos of West in his room? Yes." Damian finished. Bruce got up and told the boys to stay downstairs. He was sure that Dick wouldn't want them to see him like this. So fragile and temperamental over what? A boy he liked. What was that compared to dealing with Joker? Nothing. Maybe that's why Dick started throwing the pictures against the wall or maybe it was the pictures of the past mocking him with their bright smiles. Either way, if the picture had Wally in, it was sent halfway across the room.

A knock at the door stopped the smashing but it didn't open. It was never that simple with Dick. Bruce wished it was. He also wished he'd never given that little shit his blessing and he most certainly will be taking this up with Barry later but that was beside the point. Right now he had to calm Dick down before he hurt himself. "Hey chum, can you open the door for me? You don't have to say anything about what happened I just want to make sure you're okay," he announced, a hand placed on the doorknob to check if it was locked. It was, disappointingly. Since when did they lock doors in this family? Some shuffling but no reply had him worried. "Please, Dick. It's just me and no one else. I won't let your brothers see you if you don't want them too," he added. "I don't want to break down this door but I will not hesitate to if I think you're not okay." He waited for a moment, giving Dick time to think over the possibility of his father crashing in. The door unlocked and Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. As he came in, he noticed the shards of glass piled in some corners of the room along with photos of the couple. "Tim tell you what happened?" Dick asked. He was curled up into a small ball on his bed. Bruce couldn't help but think back to when Dick was younger and having problems, some of the heart but most at school. "Yes, I'm sorry to hear that Dick but maybe some things aren't meant to work out."

Dick broke out into heavy sobs, shoving his face into a pillow to try and muffle them somehow. "Hey, hey, it's fine Dickie. You didn't do anything wrong." Bruce reassured him. He knew Dick had a tendency to blame things on himself. See Wally premature death and the deaths of his parents. He sat beside the acrobat and pulled him into a hug. "Is there something wrong with me?" Dick whispered, seeking comfort in Bruce's hold. 

"Of course not, what makes you think that?" he said. Dick pulled away, hiccuping and rubbing at his eyes. "Just everything seems to go tits up whenever it good things happen. My childhood was great then my family died, my relationship with the team was great until I screwed up during failsafe, when Damian and I got close he died. I could go on," he explained. In all honesty, Bruce was happy with him stopping there. He lay back against the headboard and buried his face into his arms. "I'd rather you not go on," Bruce muttered, leaning back. His blue eyes stared at Dick's raven locks. Perhaps if he stared hard enough he could see what was going on in that mysterious brain his ward had. "Maybe it's best you leave me alone," Dick mumbled. He turned to look at Bruce but he wasn't really looking at him. There was no focus in his eyes as he stared at him. "I'm happy to stay Dick," he assured him. Dick shook his head. 

"I'd rather be alone for a while. I've smashed all the photos so I should be fine for loud annoyances." His attempt at a joke made Bruce want to stay but Dick needed his space. 

"You can have the night off tonight," he said, standing up. 

"Can and won't," Dick replied. "After all, it wasn't Nightwing who was cheated on."

Part two might come this weekend or something. Wish me luck for my GCSE Chemistry