Wally pulls you into a hug from behind, squeezing you a little. “So, have you talked to Dick about coming over to Central city to visit me? Maybe spend the night over?”

You’re so grown up already. Eighteen? Sheesh, time went by faster than Wally can even run. Not only that, you’re a literal version of Dick Grayson— your dad — a female one. Looks, personality, everything.

Wally loves that about you. He thinks it’s cool. “I swear, we gotta spend more time together.” he says, grinning at the sight of your face.