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Wally rolled his eyes. "Like yours is a black hole! Newsflash - only black hole here is my stomach." He was about to turn around to fetch himself another pizza slice, but on the way he tripped and crashed on the couch, dragging Dick with him, who landed on top of him.

"Oh, believe me, I know. There's a reason this cake is a national treasure." Wally didn't seem to be joking here. "In fact, I wonder..." He got up and turned around, bringing his own ass close, pressing them both together. "Is it thicker or bigger than mine? Hmm..."

💪🏻.

Wally's jaw dropped. "Woah," he muttered. For a few moments he stood still, admiring what was displayed before him. "It looks... better than in the showers," he managed, failing at resisting the urge of just touching it, or rather, fondling it. A shiver went down his spine.

Wally got in his face, uncomfortably close, their breaths intermingled, maintaining eye contact. "You're. A. Coward. The /great/ Nightwing, scared of something as little as an ass inspection!"

Wally rubbed his ass, pouting and biting his lip. "Hmph! Okay, smartass, it's your turn! Show me your own piece of cake!"

Wally squeaked and almost jolted out of his spot, but he tried to keep his cool. Still, his body vibrated and some electric jolts came out. "Not cool, dude! Y'know I'm sensitive down there!" he whined, though his ass did jiggle hard when Dick smacked him.

𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄

"Why don't we experiment, huh? Big, hard science requires evidence!" He got up and turned around, presenting his posterior which was covered by Flash boxers, of course.

So much for paying attention to the movie. Wally was fully turned to Dick. "Alright. We all know it's as thick and juicy as yours. All those years of running /definitely/ paid off."

Wally burst out laughing and nudged Dick. "Gosh, for someone who's appearing in tabloids a lot, you're so easily flustered, dude! Fine, fine!" Then, an idea! "If you want, we can talk about /my/ ass? It would be only fair?"

An awkward silence fell between them as the movie went on - now it was Anakin's first chat with Palpatine after the death of Count Dooku. Then... "Aw c'mon Dick, you're the one who let Harley convince you to live stream your naked ass to everyone! Why are you embarrassed now?"

Wally laughed and set his phone away. "S'alright, dude. Your secret's safe with me. Just, next time, if you have to choose between cringy mullets and just a Nightwing thong..." He looked away, "...go with the latter."

Wally turned to face Dick with a 'are you shitting me' glare. Then he took out his phone and revealed something. "Yes. Yes it was."

Wally was still devouring the special Angelo's pizza with mozzarella, pepperoni, eggs and mushrooms - Wally's favorite combination. "I can think of a guy who had a terrible 90's mullet. One I hope he never puts on again." Wally gave Dick a side eye for a moment.

Half an hour later and they were more focused on their own snide remarks, but it was clear Wally was enjoying the movie despite its Prequel flaws. "By the way, dude, don't you think Hayden Christensen looks good as Anakin? Like, real good. At least he could pull the mullet."

"Better than my aftershave?" Wally teased before picking Star Wars, Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith. "Care for a little Dark Side?" And, just like that, he began slurping on the pasta. With the plastic fork at least!

Wally snorted. "Lavender doesn't really suit you that much, dude!" He in the end dropped the remote out of frustration and decided to focus on the food. "You got Netflix then?" Wally unwrapped a pasta box and sniffed it, licking his lips greedily.

"Dude, you're the guy who legit posed almost nude for Gotham Magazine!" Wally called him out, his mouth full of food. "Did you really have to wear such a revealing thong? And seriously? Nightwing themed?" He was trying not to laugh and choke on his food.

Wally yawned and began munching on some foccacia bread and also garlic bread. He'd deal with the pasta when Dick came back. For now, something easy for his laziness. "Why the hell do you even pay for cable anymore, dude? It's all trash on TV!" he raised his voice for Dick.