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Dick kicked his legs happily where he was seated on the rooftop next to Wally with a box of pizza between them. It was more of a post-patrol snack than an actual meal but that didn’t keep Wally from inhaling half the pizza.
“If you don’t slow down, Roy’s going to be pissed when he gets back and sees all the pizza’s gone,” Dick whispered, keeping his voice low so it wouldn’t carry on the wind. He was still amazing when he’d told them who he was and they’d been properly introduced to Green Arrow as Oliver Queen, yet another vigilante using his money to fight crime while posing as an empty-headed billionaire playboy.
Wally scoffed. “It’s his own fault for leaving to go get the soda,” he muttered around a mouthful of food.
Dick grinned and grabbed another slice because he couldn’t exactly disagree with that.
It had been months since their first team-up and the three of them had grown closer, going on as many missions together as they could. Wally and Roy had only made it to Gotham once and Dick took every opportunity he could to help out in Central and Starling.
Dick hadn’t managed to tell them his secret identity yet but he was dying to be able to do it. He didn’t want to hide from them anymore. Wally was his best friend and Roy was basically his older brother. It was getting harder and harder to keep details about his life vague when they were the two people he could trust the most besides his soulmate.
An arrow shot past their heads, pulling a line taut. Seconds later, Roy landed on the roof with a roll. He jumped to his feet and swaggered over to them, holding three bottles of soda.
“Great,” Dick drawled when he got his. “Now I can’t open this for at least five minutes.”
“If you don’t like it, I don’t have to bring you one next time,” Roy huffed, snatching up the last two slices of pizza before Wally could. “And gee, thanks for saving me so much pizza.”
“You were the one who volunteered to get the drinks,” Wally shot back. “You know how I get around food.”
Dick snickered behind the crust of his own slice as Wally carefully twisted the cap on his soda. He tightened it again as it immediately started fizzing.
Dick chewed slowly, his mind wandering as he gazed out over the city. He was at home with his friends. Everything had seemed so terrible when his parents died. He still missed them but it was easier now.
Bruce was almost like a dad even if he wasn’t as open as his own father had been. He had two great friends who he got to see almost every weekend and he talked with Wally on the computer every night, spending the hours working on homework.
He had a night job that didn’t pay but gave him a purpose in life. And he had his soulmate who was always a warm presence lurking under his skin and at the back of his mind.
“Come on,” Dick said, pushing himself to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere.”
“Go where?” Wally asked, eyeing the crust in his hand.
Dick tossed it at him, offering a small smile when Wally caught it in his mouth.
“I‘m still eating,” Roy protested, shoving half of his second slice in his mouth.
“Then bring it with you,” he muttered, securing his soda in his utility belt. “This is important.”
Roy stilled and nodded. He shoved his own soda in his quiver and shoved the pizza box at Wally.
“Throw this away while we move. Where to, Rob?”
Dick pulled out his grapple gun and aimed it across the street. “Just stay with me and I’ll find us a place.”
He hadn’t fully decided on where he wanted to take them, but he had his eyes on the tallest building in the city. They couldn’t be seen or heard on the top of that.
Dick jumped form the roof, Roy easily following after him. Wally ran down the side of the building, making a detour into the alley to toss the empty pizza box away.
Roy asked Dick questions as they flew, wanting to know what he knew and what they were doing. He didn’t answer, preferring to keep his focus on what he was about to do.
Bruce wouldn’t be happy when he found out. That was the least of his worries.
Wally made it to the top of the skyscraper seconds before Dick’s feet touched the roof. Roy landed next to him and raised an eyebrow, obviously waiting for his next move.
“Okay so?” Roy asked. “Why’d you bring us here?”
Dick took a couple precious seconds to make sure his grapple gun was secured on his belt.
“I wanted to tell you guys something,” he admitted.
“And you had to bring us all the way up here to do it?” Roy asked.
Dick nodded, letting out a nervous breath. He finally brought his hands up to his mask and peeled the edges away from his skin.
“My name…my real name,” he corrected, “is Dick. Dick Grayson.” He pulled his mask free, revealing piercing blue eyes in the dim light on the roof.
Wally stared at him, lips parted in shock. Roy didn’t look much better.
A beat passed and Dick was about to ask what was wrong when Wally sped over to him and enveloped him in a tight hug, spinning him around.
“This is so awesome, dude!” he cheered.
Dick’s laugh was high and bright as it carried over the rooftops.