outsidersandBTS4life wants drunk dumbass in love

EDIT: TW VOMIT

If there was one thing Roy and Jason shared it was their hatred of seeing Dick upset. He'd been upset for a while because his recent relationship went to shit. He and his girlfriend had been at a club when one of her other boyfriends came up to the pair. There was a loud argument, filmed by everyone who had a phone, and Dick had to walk away. They broke up and everyone and their nan knew about it. Due to this, Dick had been confined to his apartment and refused to go out until it all blew over. It was clearly bothering him that someone had betrayed his trust and they couldn't blame him for feeling bad about it. What they could do was stop him from dwelling on the subject. Even as Nightwing, which was usually the thing to cheer him up, Dick had been lacklustre. So one day they said fuck it and decided they were getting the hottest guy in Bludhaven back on the streets. Sure he was only newly single and not ready to mingle but he could do with the compliments of people who were certainly ready to mingle with him especially.

Dick was being depressed on the couch, watching some trashy reality TV show, when he heard his window slide open and boots hit the floor. Two sets of boots as well. He immediately knew who the boots belonged to and sighed. "What do you two want?" he asked, not looking away from the TV. He didn't even know why he was so invested in the show considering he was watching it upside down so he couldn't really tell what was going on. "We're getting you out of your pit of despair," Jason stated. He grabbed the acrobat's feet and pulled, successfully knocking over the couch so Dick was sat upright.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Not an option," Roy told him. He held out his hand which the other reluctantly took and pulled him to his feet. "We're taking you to a club and you're gonna drink until you can't stand."

"I have Nightwing stuff," Dick protested.

"Nightwing is taking a night off," Jason insisted. "C'mon I know you've got some stuff you can wear and I know for a fact you can last just as long as Roy. Maybe not as long as me but you'll last long enough."

"Guys," he began defeated. 

"Dickie, you need a night out. Let yourself be in your 20s. Get drunk and hook up with whoever gave you the best bedroom eyes," Roy replied, making his other half gag at the notion of Dick getting it on. He patted the younger on the back and pushed him towards his bedroom. "Now get dressed and help us get into the good clubs."

"Fine. But you're paying for the first few rounds."

Dick sighed to himself glumly as he took a sip of his first drink. He could tell Roy and Jason were worried about him otherwise they would've left him alone in the booth. He was sat between the pair, resting his head in one hand as he looked out to the dancefloor longingly. Everyone was having such a good time, except for him. He'd met his girlfriend in a club. Not this one but it had been close enough. All clubs looked the same. She'd been dancing and a guy had tried to slip something in her drink. Dick went between the two and explained what happened so she said she needed to repay him. They met up for a dinner another night and dated ever since. She'd seemed so good-natured. Then again, he should've known better than to trust things here. No one is who they say they are in Bludhaven. Him included. "You've got to stop thinking about her man," Roy told him. He could tell the woman was lingering in his thoughts and it was heartbreaking. Dick was such a good guy but he had the worst luck. Girlfriends never lasted that long. If the archer was being truthful, he would've said the reason was that Dick never wanted to be with them in the first place. No matter how much he said he did want to be with the girls who showed him interest, Roy could tell there was something he wasn't speaking about. Something that he kept in the shadows but was the eventual ender of relationships getting that far. Roy had always wondered what it was but he never thought to ask. He didn't think even Dick knew. "How can I? She was cheating on me the entire time I was with her. Maybe I'm just not good enough for this stuff," he proposed. "I should just focus on the job at this point."

"You're not even halfway through life yet! Stop talking like an old guy who could never get it up," Jason responded. He rolled his eyes at the younger and chugged the rest of his drink. He wasn't up for tonight and they could tell but that didn't mean they were going down without a fight.

"Exactly. You just need a few more drinks. Maybe something stronger," his friend proposed.

"I guess but I doubt you two will want to deal with the aftermath of this," Dick stated.

"We'll drop you off at Wally's or something. We'll decide later," Roy replied. "C'mon Dickie, have some fun. It won't kill you."

"Alcohol poisoning will."

It took quite a few shots and some convincing but soon enough Dick was back to his peppy self. "Next round is on me, we're getting fucked up tonight!" he announced excitedly. Of course, neither of them were going to be opposed to that. They called for more shots before a drunk Dick Grayson pulled at their arms and got them up dancing. They were lost to the crowd, forgetting that everyone in here was different from them. They fought aliens, saved the world and so much more but right now they were just three guys living it up in a club. Dubstep pulsed through the speakers and made them want to dance forever. "Hey, we should invite Walls out!" the acrobat suggested as he jumped up and down to the beat. 

"It's no fun for him! He can't get drunk for long enough!" Roy reminded him. They had to yell over the music yet they didn't mind. It was nice to yell at each other without the world being at stake. They'd near but forgotten there were other reasons to shout like that. "That sucks! Ah well, I can go to his after!"

"Why you wanna go there?" Jason inquired. "You got a crush on him?" His brother flushed red but they couldn't tell. His face was red from dancing for the last hour surrounded by hundreds of other sweaty dancers. That and the lighting was dark, only illuminated by the occasional bright coloured lights that flashed every so often. "As if! He's just a friend I'd like to see!"

"Like to see in bed more like! The b in your bromance is practically non-existent!"

"Keep acting like that and we're going back on the shit vodka!" he warned. Wally was just a friend. A friend he liked a lot. Like a lot. Like more than any of his girlfriends. Like more than a friend. Okay yes, he had a huge crush on him but it wasn't worth the risk. At least, he thought it wasn't when he was only five shots and three martinis in. Maybe by the end of the night, he'd change his mind. "How dare you use alcohol against us!"

"Got you to shut up didn't it?"

"You cheeky bastard!"

It was around three am and after he received a slew of drunk texts from his friend, Wally heard knocking on his door. Well, knocks were what they were supposed to be. What he actually heard sounded like someone was body slamming the door twenty times over. He ran to the door, ready to give whoever this was a strong talking to, and opened it only to find two drunk idiots. "What the hell are you doing here-"

"Last one to touch him, keeps him!" Roy shouted, pushing Dick into the other ginger's arms before dashing down the hall. 

"Dude!" Wally exclaimed as he held up his very drunk friend. He sighed when he saw an adorable dopey grin coming from Dick and decided he may as well keep him here for the night. He supposed Roy was just as drunk and he didn't trust him taking care of himself let alone another person. "I'm guessing you've had a fun night out?" he asked.

"Mhm! Jay n Roy broke in my flat then dragged me out clubbin. I tried getting 'em to invite you but they said you can't get drunk," Dick answered.

"You wanna let go so I can get you inside?" It was then when the smaller noticed that he was holding onto his friend tightly as he could from being pushed over and hadn't let go since. He immediately moved away with bright blush and walked inside with Wally keeping close to him just in case. He chose to sit on the couch and began kicking off his shoes, accidentally kicking his left boot off upwards so it hit him in the face. He pouted when his friend giggled. "Aww don't pout. Let's get you some water so you can start sobering up. Maybe order a pizza?"

"I don't wanna sober up Walls. Lemme be drunk pretty please?" He put on those big blue puppy eyes that Wally hated to defy in hopes he'd get his way. The older rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to at least get him a glass of water. Something other than alcohol would do him good. He also looked flushed and that couldn't mean anything good. "Why do you wanna stay drunk? Is something going on?" He watched the acrobat get upset and instantly regretted his question. "Oh baby bird what happened?" he asked as he sat down beside him. He reached his hand up to cup the hero's face, wiping the tears that had suddenly sprung up away with his thumb. Dick mumbled something as he leaned into his touch. "What was that?"

"Got cheated on," he repeated.

"Oh Dickie, why didn't you tell me?"

"Thought you woulda seen it in the news?"

"I don't like reading things about you. Makes me mad," Wally explained. The other scrunched his eyebrows together and gave him an odd look. 

"But you bought a magazine with me on it."

This statement had confused the speedster until he glanced to his coffee table and saw the magazine he'd bought with his best friend shirtless, his v line just showing. He snatched it up off the table and put it in a draw whilst he blushed brightly and quickly stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse. "I-I uhm I mean l-like gossip stuff type things. Y-you know that-that is a uhm it's an interview so it's different," he stated. Dick smirked at him and in his mischievous drunken head decided to test a theory. Even being drunk couldn't prevent his 

"Yeah well, she cheated on me so Jay n Roy took me out. They're great, ain't they?" He let out a sigh of relief at the subject being thrown to one side and nodded. "You shoulda come out with us. Coulda used the extra help battin everyone away." The comment made him feel very jealous which was unknowingly proving the hero's hypothesis.

"Suppose it's good to get back out there," he mumbled.

"Maybe but I don't think I wanna date jus anyone."

"Oh?" Dick's eyes glanced from his emerald eyes then to his lips then back up to his eyes. He inched a little closer as he hummed in response. 

"Yep," he said, popping the p. 

"Just out of interest and for the sake of asking, who would you date?" Wally asked as non-chalantly as possible. He couldn't really be that cool and confident when his crush was like five inches from his face. "Someone with ginger hair probably. Freckles, emerald eyes. Oh and he'd be taller than me."

"He?" Dick nodded, dismissing the thought that he'd simply slipped up. "Kinda sounds like me."

"Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"The guy I want has to be a good kisser. I don't know if you are." He got a little closer, his eyes now fixed on the speedsters lips.

"You're drunk," Wally stated, turning his head to the side to avoid their lips meeting. The acrobat raised an unamused eyebrow and got out his phone. "What're you doing?"

"I may be fucked up but I'm provin to you that I'm in love with your dumbass," he replied. He found what he was looking for and shoved his phone in his face. "This is the file I've been keeping on you since we met."

"And this is showing you love me how?"

"Cuz look at the info dumb dumb." Wally did so but he still didn't get what he was trying to say. Eventually, the drunk young man who was basically dumped at his apartment huffed frustrated. "The information is un...unness..seesss- fuck it - it's not important. I have your fave songs, fave food, included in your dislikes/likes is TV shows, foods, music etc, I have clothes brands to get you, personal details that would never aid me takin you down-"

"You have a file on me?"

"I have a file on everyone but there's a difference with yours. Yours is my babe file. Everythin I know. I thought if I had all that then maybe you'd love me back. Been a while but 'm not one for quittin." He took his phone away and stared at the screen with a smile that soon went sour. "Whenever I get in a relationship, I think about you n you're always so much better than anyone else. But there's one thing missing from that file. You wanna know what it is?" Wally nodded. "Whether you love me or not."

They sat in silence before the effects of drinking way too much alcohol within the space of a couple of hours and Dick had to rush to the bathroom. He jumped off, discarding his phone and held his hand to his mouth as he left the room. Wally sat there stunned and took the phone in his hand as he heard a door, presumably the bathroom's, slam shut. He scrolled through the file and skim read through it all. There was so much information so it must've been kept for a while. He looked at the editing notes. It began in Young Justice definitely. Three months into being on the team. "Oh, Dickie." He put the phone on the table and went down the hall to see if Dick was alright. He knocked on the door only to hear the sound of something splashing water upon impact. He grimaced and got the long-forgotten water before going back to the door. He knocked again but this time heard a weak groan. He opened the door and gave his friend a sad smile. "Hey little bird, not feeling too great?"

"Nuh-uh." He sat on the tub that was next to the toilet and rubbed his back. 

"At least you were drinking the good stuff?"

"Drinkin good n gettin rejected, can't think of a better night out." Wally chuckled and got his hair out of his eyes. 

"I haven't said that now have I?" Dick's eyes lit up and he managed a half-smile. 

"Well, what do you say?"

"I say the feeling is mutual. If you don't mind though, I'd rather make it official when you're not chucking your guts up."

"Understandable."

Dick groaned as he opened his eyes, met with an ungodly headache. He turned over to see if that would magically fix the problem but all it did was create a question. Why was Wally cuddling him? This led him to another question. Why was he in his bed? The bedding looked different. Okay, why was he in Wally's bed? His groan must've woken Wally up and he was met with those wonderful emerald eyes. "Morning," he greeted.

"Mornin'. Uhm, did we...make the beast with two backs so to speak?" Dick inquired. The ginger laughed at him and shook his head. 

"Kinda hard to do that when you're fully clothed." He glanced down to his chest to find his shirt from the night before. He moved his legs a little and found that he still indeed had his pants on. There was some relief in that but there was also some disappointment. "Let's get you something for that hangover hm?"

"That'd be great. Thank you." Wally kissed him on the forehead before getting up and going to the kitchen, leaving a bewildered hero in his bed. He couldn't believe it. Usually, he hated his drunk self but right now he was thanking the guy. The events of last night were blurry but he remembered a very important part. The feeling was mutual. He was kinda mad that it had taken this long to get that answer but he was going to have to deal with the fact he was a dumbass. Both of them were in some way, shape or form. "Here we are. A Virgin Mary for my virgin Dickie," Wally said, presenting him with the drink alongside some tablets. He rolled his eyes at the joke and took the drink, gladly taking the pills. Anything to escape this headache and get onto more important things. "How are you so sure I'm a virgin?"

"Because you told me every detail of your first kiss. I doubt it would be any different with your first time," he responded, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'll give you that but I'm sure you can change it."

"As much as I would love to do that, I'd rather wait until I can tell whether you're wincing or blinking," the responded with a grin. 

"From my limited knowledge of losing a V card, there's gonna be wincing involved anyway." 

"Loving the eagerness but you're recovering from last night first. Get some more sleep then I'll rock your world."

"Is that so?"

"You can bet on it."