OTP-Trash

“Wally, I don’t know about this.” “You look great!” Wally smiled at Dick who was in tight black pants covered by dark brown boots. At Dick’s hip was a fake sword sheathed in its scabbard. Dick’s torso was covered in a flimsy white shirt with lacing across the chest. “I feel ridiculous! Why do you get the cool costume?” Wally looked down at himself dressed in dark pants, similar to Dick’s. He wore a black shirt that was tighter fitting than Dicks but covered by a black leather coat with red piping. “I asked if you wanted to be the pirate.” “I didn’t expect

Blue:  He couldn’t quite figure out what colour, exactly, his eyes were, but he knew they were ceautiful and once he looked into them he couldn’t stop.  The blue was the most beautiful blue he’d ever seen. It was like looking into the ocean, but seeing the clouds reflect on the water. The blue was so deep it was like they never ended.  He loved staring straight into them and losing himself in them. Red:  Dick was flushed underneath him, panting and skin glistening with sweat. His lips were clamped shit, his eyes fluttering between open and closed.  A brilliant red dusted across his chest and spread across his face

     This wasn’t suppose to happen. I wanted to know Robins Secret ID. I did. But not like this. I never wanted to see this. Robin always seemed so strong, so invincible. Sometimes you would forget that he was the youngest on the team. Batman had taught him to hide his emotions. That the enemy could use them against you. And Robin never showed when he was hurt. He pretended that none of the violence and death around him hurt. He would always hold his emotions back.     He wasn't holding them back now.     This had all started out as a normal mission. A simply one even. We were just supposed to go to banquet Bruce Wayne had thrown in