[Dick - 16; Wally - 18]

The sun shined warmly on them, as Wally laid a blanket on the grass. "This should do," the redhead huffed before sitting down, impatiently patting the spot beside him, motioning for Dick to hurry up and sit down.

Dick rolled his eyes as he sat down, putting the basket with the food Alfred prepared between them. "So what do you have?" Wally went to grab the basket to look, but Dick slapped his hands away. "Dude, a little patience."

Wally whined but said nothing. He would only make Dick annoyed with him and that he really did not need right now. Instead, Wally chose to crawl around the basket and sit down beside Dick, laying his legs over his, just short of sitting in the younger boy's lap.

The bird blamed the sun for the redness that graced his face at the closeness of the speedster. Dick pulled the basket closer and took a few sandwiches out. "Alfred made a few things for our picnic," he handed wally a handful while keeping one.

When Wally took a bite (aka inhaled), his eyes brightened up and gave an appreciated sigh. "How can that man make something so , so ?"

"That's Alfred for you," Dick shrugged and took a bite out of his sandwich.