Warning: Makeout & Implied Sex

"Anything you say can and will be held against you," Wally said pointing finger guns at Dick who was stealing one of Wally's sandwiches from the fridge. It was their weekend off and Dick was finally happy to have some lunch at home.

Dick rose an eyebrow, "I bought everything for these sandwiches and I made them. I have full rights to eat them."

Wally sped over about to snatch the sandwich when Dick flipped over him before pointing his own finger guns, "You thief. Anything you say can and will be held against you."

Wally smirked as his plan worked, "Dick Grayson." He slowly walked over and wrapped his arms around Dick.

"What are you doing," Dick asked.

"Holding you against me. That's what I said," Wally said with a smirk and pressed even closer to Dick.

Dick rose an eyebrow, "Oh, I see. The great Wally West wants a taste of control. Well, you can taste me all you like." Dick pushed Wally down onto the table and pressed their lips together in a feverish kiss. Wally let out a squeak of surprise as Dick put one of his legs between Wally's. Pinning Wally down by his wrists, Dick pulls his face away slightly to where Wally can't reach him while pinned down, "Do you want me Wally."

After failing to crane his neck to reach him, Wally nodded and breathed out a yes before Dick was kissing him again while he moved his leg between Wally's thighs, making the older let out a moan. Dick took his opportunity to slip his tongue into Wally's mouth and explored. In a quick movement Dick was pressed against the table with Wally above him. In another quick movement Dick was being held up by the thighs with his legs wrapped around Wally's waist.

Wally sped to the bedroom. Once there Dick flipped them over, pinning Wally down on the bed. "You just wanted me to carry you," Wally said with a fake pout through their on and off kissing.

Dick smiled as he climbed in top of Wally, "Yes I did. But are you complaining?" After a quick shake of the head they were back to kissing and running their hands up and down each other's sides. Dick bit into the soft flesh of Wally's neck and sucked on the skin, eliciting a quiet moan. Slowly Wally ran his hands under Dick's shirt and helped the younger slip it off quickly. "Well that's not fair," Dick pouted with a chuckle causing Wally to toss his off quickly.

A Few Hours Later

"Grayson!"

"Grayson!"

Dick shot up in surprise. He ran a hand through his hair, ignoring how real his nightmare sounded.

"Grayson!"

Not a nightmare.

Dick threw himself out of Wally's grip and threw on some pants before running out of the bedroom, Wally grumbling in confusion behind him. They arrived in the living room to the site of Damian leaning against the wall beneath the window, eyes barely open, mask discarded, blood pouring from various wounds.

"Dami!" Dick exclaimed.

"Shit," Wally muttered and sped off to grab the first aid supplies.

"Look at me Dami. Stay awake," Dick said and held Damain's face in his hands.

"Yes," Damian hissed, "I'm not a child." He let out a cough and blood dripped down his chin.

"What happened?" Dick asked, holding in his panic as he slowly started cleaning up Damian as Wally handed him the first aid kit.

"I was patrolling with Jon as part of a teamwork exercise," Damian started. Dick rose his eyebrows prompting him to continue.

"I was...I was telling him how much I...missed you. He said he would fly me here and that patrol was dead at this time in metropolis anyways. He picked me up and flew us here but...when we got here he was shot down. I dont know exactly what happened but he's gone and I found myself here," Damian said.

"Everything is going to be okay," Dick said gently.

"Stop treating me like a puppy Grayson I've suffered worse injuries before," Damian snapped.

After a moment, and a small glare from Wally, Damian sighed, "I confess...I am just worried for Jon. He is incredibly incompetent. We have to find him."

"We will find him Dami, I promise," Dick insisted, brushing the hair from Damian's face.