Robin one shot part 3!

Replaceable

Dick thought he was hallucinating when he opened the door to find Wally leaning against the doorway with a grin and a few growing red patches staining his Flash suit. He had so many questions but he decided against asking them, instead inviting him inside to sit on his couch. It was already covered in blood stains from his various self-patch-up jobs so he wasn't too concerned about anything being added to it. He grabbed his first aid kit from underneath the coffee table and Wally began to peel off his suit. The acrobat's eyes wandered for just a second before he continued on with his task. They hadn't shared a word, not even a hello, but they didn't need to nowadays. They'd been best friends for years and stumbling into one another's lives with a bunch of cuts from some unknown assailant was somehow normal to them. Wally was facing away from the acrobat so the few scrapes from stray bullets could be cleaned. They were much deeper than the ones on his front so it was logical to start there which was why Dick found it odd that he'd hesitated to turn but maybe it was the blood loss.

"So, how have you been?" Wally asked, breaking their comfortable silence. 

"Evidently better than you right now," he answered. "Works been fine I suppose. Most of my cases are in the baby stages right now so I've got nothing too major going on. My patrol has mostly been cleaning up petty crime."

"Enjoying time away from the Bat Brat?"

"Is that what we're calling my lil bro now?" he questioned with a smile. "And I'm uh- I'm coping." The ginger leaned back, actively making it harder to see his wounds and rested his head on Dick's chest so he could stare up at him with a concerned expression. He looked adorable, yes but he was also bleeding so the acrobat just rolled his eyes. "Dude, I need to make sure you've got nothing in you before these start to close up. I'm pretty sure vaccines-"

"Tell me what's going on baby bird," he stated. 

Wally had always been pretty especially to Dick and the acrobat was quite aware the crush he had wasn't a simple man crush but full blown head over heels crush. They'd been friends for so many years and he'd been with enough people to recognise that flutter his heart did when those emerald eyes focused on him. Sometimes he considered saying something but other times he assumed that Wally knew and accepted it, not wanting to say it aloud in case they ruined something. As if drawing attention to it would break that unexplainable bond they shared but they could never take that chance. He supposed if he was untrained in managing emotions, he'd be a mess whenever they were together.

"You've hardly been returning anyone's calls, you're not swinging by Gotham anymore and you're not sharing any good memes with me anymore." Dick swallowed thickly, breaking out of his musings about their relationship. He hadn't thought anyone would notice his lack of effort in communicating with them all. Then again, he was a replacement as much as he was replaceable. People probably noticed the gap they'd been using him to fill up and that didn't sit well. 

"Maybe there aren't any good memes," he replied smoothly. There was an art to misdirection, be too obvious with it and people won't take the bait. Be too subtle and they'll ignore it completely. He knew how to direct Wally, change the subject to one of the last things he said and he'd forget his goal briefly. If he kept going, then it would be completely forgotten in favour of a new conversation.

"Dick, we're in the golden age of memes. You can find good memes."

"You said the same thing about the rage comics, I don't trust your judgement. Now move forward so I can work." The speedster huffed and righted himself, grumbling something under his breath. "You're the one who showed up to my flat with bullet wounds and no explanation. My house my rules and my rule currently is making sure you don't catch something. How did you even get this banged up?"