That One Mission We Never Speak of, Ever Again
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Wally, Dick
Sequel: Shut up Dick! I said Never Again!
Summary: "Don't sweat the fridge logic. We've got bigger fish to fry. We've only got 20 minutes left to work in three costume changes, a foreign language, and a weird wig."
“Dude, this is not gonna work. I mean, logically, how is this going to work?”
"Don't sweat the fridge logic. We've got bigger fish to fry. We've only got 20 minutes left to work in three costume changes, a foreign language, and a weird wig."
“But, Dick!”
Dick looked up at Wally and glared at his best friend.
“No buts, Wally. We have to do this.”
“There’s no way I can be myself and you at the same time!”
Dick gave an exasperated sigh. “Wally, you’re the only one on the team who knows my civilian ID. You’re also the only one with superspeed who can pull this off.” Dick paused for a moment. “And no, telling the team my civilian ID is not an opinion.”
Wally slouched and resigned himself. “Fine. I can’t believe the team thought it would be a brilliant idea of ‘protect’ Richard Grayson as a way to infiltrate a foreign embassy.”
“I didn’t even have plans on going that stupid party in the first place because the team needs my hacking abilities to get into the computer system,” Dick hissed. “Now I’m forced to go because Batman couldn’t think of a good reason to reject their plan. The team isn’t allowed to find out about me and if both Robin and Richard Grayson can’t be in the same place at the same time, they’re going to start getting suspicious.”
“So now I have to play Kid Flash and “Richard Grayson” to the team because Batman couldn’t think of a good reason to reject their plan?” Wally moaned. “How is this going to even work?! I’m taller then you!”
“No one knows that Richard Grayson is suppose to be shorter then you,” Dick said, measuring Wally’s arm and noting down the measurement. “As long as the Richard Grayson you meets the team before I do, then they won’t know.”
Dick took a step back. He tapped his chin with his finger, pondering something. “I think we’re gonna need a pastel pink dress for you.”
Wally gapped. “I’m sorry, what? Why do we need a pastel pink dress?”
“I need a date to the party. Since I wasn’t planning on going, I didn’t find one. Not that it matters because I’m gonna be off hacking a computer, whoever I take is going to notice the switches between us. So you’re also going as Wendy Smith.”
“I have to play three people?! And one of them is a girl?!”
Dick rolled his eyes. “Dude it isn’t that bad. I’m gonna have to ask Alfred to make some fake breasts though.” He muttered the last part under his breath.
“DUDE!”
“Stop fretting about this, Wally!” Dick snapped. “It has to be done!” He didn’t like this anymore then Wally did. It was like Bruce was trying to make his life hard or something.
“But why pink?” Wally insisted. If he had to wear a dress, couldn’t it be blue or green?
Dick glared.
Wally relented. “Fine. Just give me the goddamn dress.”
This so was not gonna work.
Characters: Wally, Dick
Sequel: Shut up Dick! I said Never Again!
Summary: "Don't sweat the fridge logic. We've got bigger fish to fry. We've only got 20 minutes left to work in three costume changes, a foreign language, and a weird wig."
“Dude, this is not gonna work. I mean, logically, how is this going to work?”
"Don't sweat the fridge logic. We've got bigger fish to fry. We've only got 20 minutes left to work in three costume changes, a foreign language, and a weird wig."
“But, Dick!”
Dick looked up at Wally and glared at his best friend.
“No buts, Wally. We have to do this.”
“There’s no way I can be myself and you at the same time!”
Dick gave an exasperated sigh. “Wally, you’re the only one on the team who knows my civilian ID. You’re also the only one with superspeed who can pull this off.” Dick paused for a moment. “And no, telling the team my civilian ID is not an opinion.”
Wally slouched and resigned himself. “Fine. I can’t believe the team thought it would be a brilliant idea of ‘protect’ Richard Grayson as a way to infiltrate a foreign embassy.”
“I didn’t even have plans on going that stupid party in the first place because the team needs my hacking abilities to get into the computer system,” Dick hissed. “Now I’m forced to go because Batman couldn’t think of a good reason to reject their plan. The team isn’t allowed to find out about me and if both Robin and Richard Grayson can’t be in the same place at the same time, they’re going to start getting suspicious.”
“So now I have to play Kid Flash and “Richard Grayson” to the team because Batman couldn’t think of a good reason to reject their plan?” Wally moaned. “How is this going to even work?! I’m taller then you!”
“No one knows that Richard Grayson is suppose to be shorter then you,” Dick said, measuring Wally’s arm and noting down the measurement. “As long as the Richard Grayson you meets the team before I do, then they won’t know.”
Dick took a step back. He tapped his chin with his finger, pondering something. “I think we’re gonna need a pastel pink dress for you.”
Wally gapped. “I’m sorry, what? Why do we need a pastel pink dress?”
“I need a date to the party. Since I wasn’t planning on going, I didn’t find one. Not that it matters because I’m gonna be off hacking a computer, whoever I take is going to notice the switches between us. So you’re also going as Wendy Smith.”
“I have to play three people?! And one of them is a girl?!”
Dick rolled his eyes. “Dude it isn’t that bad. I’m gonna have to ask Alfred to make some fake breasts though.” He muttered the last part under his breath.
“DUDE!”
“Stop fretting about this, Wally!” Dick snapped. “It has to be done!” He didn’t like this anymore then Wally did. It was like Bruce was trying to make his life hard or something.
“But why pink?” Wally insisted. If he had to wear a dress, couldn’t it be blue or green?
Dick glared.
Wally relented. “Fine. Just give me the goddamn dress.”
This so was not gonna work.