[Dick - 15; Wally - 17]

"Is the hair really necessary?" Wally hates when people mess with his hair, he likes it how it is thank you very much, and the gel feels weird. "If you want to go on the mission, then yes," Dick replied nonchalantly, used to the speedster's whining while smoothing his hair. "We go to a 1950s themed party undercover, we have to look like we're supposed to be there."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," pouted Wally, lips pursed. To say that Wally's lips distracted Dick wouldn't be a lie.

Dick quickly pushed those thoughts away, they were something he had to think about later and took a step back to check if everything is in place.

When the younger moved away from him, Wally felt strangely upset about that, until he noticed that Dick was checking him out, his eyes moving up and down his body. It made him feel strangely hot and Wally could feel his face heat up.

"This should do," Dick smirked and moved to the bathroom. "Where are you going?", Wally wondered, fighting the blush down. "Uh, to change? I also have to disguise myself, you know."

"Oh, right. Do that," Wally said, causing Dick to roll his eyes and enter the bathroom.

"God, could I have been any more awkward?" Wally grimaced as he thought how he acted.

"It's not like I have a crush on- oh, wait." The speedster began to pace his room and went through his memories if there were any indications that he did have kinds of feelings for his best friend.

Robin, Dick, his best friend, the person who he would do anything for. Who had the best advice, had always his back, who trusted him as much as Wally trusted him. Who had the prettiest blue eyes ever and the most addicting laugh. Who-

Wally gasped in realization. "Oh god. Oh no. Oh hell no."

"I have a crush on my best friend."

The sound of a door opening behind the speedster caught him off guard.

"You have a what on who?!"