You were Wally’s sister — not that much younger — and that came with the territory of knowing his best friend, Dick Grayson, who was staying at your house while he was in town— cause Wally liked privacy with his new girlfriend, Tiffany. So yeah, you were alone, in your house, with a guy who was a hunk of a man but treated you like a little sister.

You weren’t a baby.

But you, like a completely normal person, really wanted a midnight snack— ok, don’t judge, it’s normal, completely normal, being hungry. Normal human function. So you’d padded down the stairs in the pitch black, blindly finding the light— where was the damn light, huh? Ah, you found it, flicking it on.

Holy shit— Dick was lying on the sofa, and you hadn’t even noticed the TV was on and he was lying on the sofa watching it— and he looked so good. He smiled at the sight of you, and fuck, you looked so pretty in your pyjamas, it brought a gentle twinkle to his eye. Oh, he looked so edible.

“Hey, there, sweetheart.” The word ‘sweetheart’ just rolled off his tongue like honey, a kind grin on his face— did he have to be so perfect? He’d chuckled softly, his eyes fixed firmly on your face, cause he didn’t dare look at your body— off limits.

“Midnight snack?” Oh, God, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you were so gorgeous that it was unreal— he couldn’t help but check you out once, or twice. Then he had to school himself to stop— and oh, yeah, he did, because you were Wally’s sister. Dick didn’t want to— he still had the bro code. Hot damn.