written: july 10th, 2019
word count: 275

a/n this one's a little short that i had an idea about but couldn't further :)

"i'm not gay."

he knew that this fact was true, he'd never felt any sort of attraction toward men. or woman, either, for that matter. he'd just assumed himself asexual, which worked in his favour: never get attached, never risk getting your heart broken.

and then he met wally.

wally, who broke everything he touched. wally, who made jokes at the most inappropriate times. wally, who has taken richard grayson's heart and refused to give it back.

"well you sure seemed gay a minute ago, when we were making out on your couch." wally gestured to said couch, his emerald green eyes sparkling with laughter. his ginger hair messy from dick running his fingers through it. his lips, pink and luscious and beautiful and full and-

"i'm not. i'm not," dick sat down onto the couch, placing his head in his hands, before looking up in a smile. "i'm not gay, i'm... wallysexual."

the redhead stared at him, blank, before breaking into a wide smile. he plunked himself next to the ebony, grasping their hands together, and leaning in to whisper. "that's like, the hottest thing you could've said, babe."

dick grinned, pulling the redhead in towards his body, smashing their lips together until wally pulled away, smirking. "i would say i'm dicksexual, but i think people would take it the wrong way."

the ebony's smile widened, as they both bursted out laughing. "shut up and kiss me." he rolled his eyes, as their mouths fit together perfectly. just as their hearts.