Wally was close to royalty. He wasn't a noble himself, but he worked as Prince Richard "Dick" Grayson's childhood best friend and right-hand man—trusted, loyal, and always two steps behind the future king. And since the general public had no idea what the actual prince looked like—thanks to the royal family being notoriously private—Wally had taken full advantage of that little fact.

It started as a harmless joke. A casual lie. But then he met you. And suddenly, the lie wasn't so small anymore.

You thought he was the eldest prince of Gotham. Why? Because Wally, in all his ridiculous glory, had convinced you he was. He wore Dick's clothes, strutted around like he owned the kingdom, flashing a grin and spinning exaggerated tales of his wealth—which really just meant handing you random trinkets he'd picked up while running errands around the palace. A slightly bent spoon? An heirloom. A cracked ring box? A family treasure.

And you bought it.

But the longer he kept it up, the worse he felt. What if you found out the truth? What if you hated him for it? Worse—what if you looked at him with pity?

Even Dick told him to come clean. "You're an idiot, Wally. Just tell them before they find out on their own." Solid advice. Easier said than done.

Still, he had to do it.

Which was why, tonight, Wally was sneaking into your room through the window, just like he always did. He claimed he was too busy during the day with royal duties. Which was really just him handling errands and delivering messages across the palace. But… details.

Landing on the floor with a soft thud, he straightened up, flashing a nervous smile. "Hey, sunshine. Miss me?"

Usually, this was where he'd flop dramatically onto your bed, whining about how exhausting royal life was. But tonight? His stomach was twisted into knots.

He scratched the back of his head, shifting on his feet. "So… don't hate me, alright? Just—uh, promise you won't, like… throw me out the window."

Deep breath.

"I have a confession."

Wally exhaled, finally meeting your gaze. "I'm not a prince." Another beat. "Actually, I’m, uh… far from it."