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Prompt Post - Part Three [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
yj_anon wrote in yj_anon_meme

THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.

Part two here!


Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one and in part three once. If you do so, I'd reccommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking the first thread.
Please note that you can still fill over at parts one and two- just don't prompt there! I encourage you all to go through looking for older things to fill.

Welcome to the Young Justice: Animated anonymous fic meme!

How does it work? Basically, you leave prompts, and people fill them with glorious fic. Pretty simple. Anonymity is allowed for those that feel nervous or awkward requesting or filling, but it isn't actually obligatory. Unlike a lot of memes (like kink memes) this doesn't have a particular focus beyond the fandom. Het, gen, slash, femslash, anything else you can think up? Welcome! Crack, drama, angst? Go nuts!

However, we do have some...

Rules and guidelines.

• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
• Be reasonable. Polite. Etc. You may be anonymous, but that is no excuse for being ridiculous.
• Likewise, be considerate in your prompting. Trigger warnings are appreciated (for content that may seriously upset people with past experience, such as rape/non-con, self harm, suicide, etc.- at the absolute least, please make it clear what the fic contains about before someone stumbles across it halfway through!), and please be careful with your wording. Memes like this often touch on some sensitive material. If you feel somebody has posted an actively offensive prompt, please either PM me or use the mod post here to bring it to my attention.
• One prompt per post, please!
• Repeat after me: Your Kink Is Not My Kink. Don't attack people's prompts because they aren't your cup of tea!
• Look, just don't wank up a storm in general. I'm sure we can all manage, right? :)

ETA: Please do not reprompt things until we reach a second part. In addition, I encourage anyone looking for things to fill to go back through previous pages. A lot of people have old prompts tracked, so your fills will still be seen!

This is the 'flat' view of the page; it shows comments in the order they're posted, rather than as threads. Makes it easier to see new fills on previous pages.


I'll look at getting a Delicious or Diigo or something-or-other archive up for filled prompts if it gets to the point we feel it'd be useful. In the meantime, have fun!

ETA: We now have a discussion post if you need one!

ETA: I need help with archiving! Also, we set up a fill post. Can you please leave links to any fic you write there. See the post for more details. Thanks!

ETA: GUYS. I am officially making the 'PM me about offensive prompts' thing obligatory. Please, I have difficulty keeping up without your wonderful help!

Incidentally, being polite includes not telling people they're being 'too sensitive' for being bothered by things. Just sayin'. This place is a safe space, in so much as I can make it one, and I don't really like the rhetoric of 'oh, if you're offended you're oversensitive' that I'm seeing in a couple places? Remember: people may have had different experiences than you that influence their view. Don't assume. :)

ETA: Since apparently it doesn't come under some of your definitions of 'civility':

NO CHARACTER BASHING.

I don't care if you hate that ditz M'gann, I don't care how much you think Kaldur is sooo boring, I don't care if you think Artemis is a bitch, I don't care if you want Wally to go die, I don't care how much you want Superboy to punch himself into oblivion or how bratty you think Robin is. This is not a place to ask for fic that is for nothing more or less than to satisfy said hate. We have and welcome fans of ALL CHARACTERS here, and it's just insulting and rude to tear them down.

And this is not the same as asking for a single prompt where they're AU and evil, or for a prompt where they mess up in some way, or even where they get called out on something they did if you feel it would make a good story. But come the hell on, guys.

ETA: Please see this recent post regarding certain issues we've been having. Thank you.

ETA: Are you offering anything for charity in the recent fandom auctions for relief efforts? If you are, feel free to promote/browse/etc. here!

ETA: New affilate - DC comics meme!

ETA: At several people's requests - rec post & general finding-things post!

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!

ETA: PROMPT FREEZE/FILL-A-THON!

Because people wanted one.

For the next few days, until the 1st now the 4th of April, DO NOT SUBMIT ANY NEW PROMPTS. Instead, why not try filling a few? We have so many wonderful ones left unfilled. Maybe try looking a few pages back! Or a few parts back, even!

On the 1st April (no joke, hah), I'll post part four and prompting will resume.

Thank you! And have fun!


Now finished!

In-progress Delicious account.

Sacred (Part 1/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-17 06:10 pm (UTC)

Admittedly, Wally wasn't very popular at his school. It bugged him, sometimes, because the same kids that liked to gang up on him in gym class worshipped The Flash and Kid Flash. Jerkoff Atkins (okay, so obviously not his real name, but Wally thought that one much more appropriate than Jeremy) in particular seemed to adore Uncle Barry.

Who wouldn't adore Uncle Barry, really? But that wasn't the point.

The point was, that after each of the numerous times that Atkins led the class in humiliating Wally, Jerkoff could be heard going on and on to anyone who would listen about how he'd "just helped The Flash round up a couple of villains last night. No big deal, right?"

His classmates - especially the prettier ones, Wally couldn't help but notice - always gathered around and listened to Atkins' stories with the kind of rapt attention that could have made Wally pretty jealous.

After all, unlike Jerkoff, Wally actually was helping the Flash round-up villains, to say nothing of the top secret work Wally did with his own team. That someone else was taking credit for it - and receiving the kind of praise and admiration that was on the complete opposite end of human behavior from the way his classmates treated Wally - could easily have pissed Wally off.

But mostly, those were the times that Wally just felt sorry for the guy. He couldn't have any pity or much sympathy when he had to stand still and let the ball hit him in the face to keep his secret safe. But when the bully was so desperately aching for the life Wally led, it was pretty easy.

After all, Wally really was lucky, and who wouldn't want his life?

*

Barry waited patiently for Wally after school. It wasn't often that he could pick his nephew up formally. Though many times The Flash did have to swing by and meet up with Kid Flash, but that was an entirely different scenario and didn't count, in Barry's eyes. Sometimes a kid just needed his uncle, and not his mentor.

But Weather Wizard had caused a flood, which had leaked into their offices. While The Flash had cleaned up the mess, the Health Department was still refusing to give clearance until they had inspected every room in the place.

As a bonus, Barry got the day off, and he got to watch his nephew's face light up when he caught a glimpse of Barry.

"Who did it this time and dowegettocatchhim?"

"Slow down," Barry chuckled. "Weather Wizard, and nope. Already taken care of."

"Aw, man. I could really have used some excuse to let out the tension."

"Bad day?" Barry asked.

"Same old, same old," Wally answered with a shrug. Barry didn't press; he remembered what it was like, being the science dork. He hadn't had their powers, yet, of course, and he wasn't sure whether that would have made things worse or better - especially if he hadn't been able to use them to outrun the abuse.

"I would have thought that the pretty lady I saw walking out of the school with you would have made it a bit better."

"Who - oh, her. That's just Linda Park. She doesn't even go to this school. She's a college student who thinks she's going to be the next big Lois Lane, and who, apparently thinks that Kid Flash is a 'prime example' of child endangerment."

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2011-03-17 06:13 pm (UTC)

"Oh, really?" Barry asked, keeping his voice neutral. It wasn't the first time the subject had come up. The League had dealt with it as a whole, back when Robin had first put on his tights. Funny how things had changed, with them trusting their most precious of partners to Batman these days.

"Yeah, Jerko - erm. Atkins, a boy in my class, really let her have it. I guess she got plenty of 'opinion' for her 'article.'"

"And what was your opinion?"

"I had no comment."

"Really? You seemed to be talking an awful lot -"

"No, no. That was all her. She had plenty of comments!" Wally said, exasperatedly.

Barry opted not to point out that opinionated reporters were a Flash's Kryptonite.

"I was thinking," Barry said, changing the subject, "that we could use Weather Wizard's foolishness as an excuse to indulge in our geekery."

"Today is Wednesday," Wally said solemnly. "The most magical of days for geeks."

"Indeed, and Iris will be much less inclined to yell at me for my childish collector ways if I accompany her nephew to the comic store as well," Barry agreed, just as solemnly.

"And you really want to, especially today, because today is the day that the new Young Avengers comic comes out," Wally said, his excitement breaking the mock-solemnity.

"They're still publishing that old thing?" Barry teased.

"Yes!" Wally said, indignantly. "Though you could be forgiven for thinking otherwise, considering that someone thinks bi-monthly was an acceptable schedule."

"In that case, we'd better get there, before they sell out. Let's make it it to the oak tree, then we'll race, okay?"

"Deal," Wally agreed.

They made it half-way to the comic store before they had to change course to deal with the horde of rats that had sprung up out of nowhere. Apparently, the Pied Piper had grown tired of silly flutes and decided to live up to his namesake.

*

For the record, rats were way more gross than blizzards or floods or Trickster's silly bag of tricks or even angry mind-controlling gorillas. Namely, because rats liked to poop, and Wally, of course, got clean-up duty on that while his uncle wasted his time giving Piper yet another speech about how he needed to reform and clean up his ways and yada yada.

Guys like Piper never changed. Why that wasn't so obvious to Uncle Barry, Wally didn't know. But he guessed everyone had his or her own flaws, even someone as awesome as Uncle Barry.

Piper's little stint only caused a brief detour in Wally's otherwise very awesome day with his uncle. After doing their good deed, Wally and Barry went to Chicago for Pizza before finally making it to the comic store (in Metropolis, because that one stayed open way late. Why anyone needed a comic store that stayed open so late when you were home to Superman, Wally didn't know.)

By the time Wally got home, he was starving again, and grabbed another quick meal while his uncle soothed over things with his parents. His parents, like everyone else in the world, could not argue with Uncle Barry's awesome, and so Wally was able to sneak upstairs for a little quality text messaging before bed.

u ran to Chicago 4 pizza? DORK.

u eat pizza in a cave. BIGGER DORK.

not feeling the sult. read YA yet?

too tired. gonna crash. sult?

INsultED.

u can never call me a dork again. u win that forever.

whatever. go to bed, wuss.

DUDE! i did some serious running today!



Sacred (Part 3/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-17 06:15 pm (UTC)

As much fun as arguing with Robin was (and it was a lot of fun), Wally was exhausted and he climbed into bed. In no time, he dozed off.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, before he was awoken. Blinking rapidly, his uncle, still clad in the Flash costume, came into view.

"Uncle Barry, what -" he began.

"Shh. You don't want to wake your parents, do you, Kid?" The affectionate nick name that Uncle Barry always used felt wrong, and it took Wally's sleepy brain a minute to figure out why.

But then his uncle's hand moved, between Wally's legs, and it became suddenly clear not only why the nickname felt wrong, but why he had woken up in the first place.

"Your poor parents. You know they really do resent you, Kid. They were especially mad at you tonight." His uncle shook his head, in the same gesture of sympathy that should have looked so right on his uncle.

God knows, he'd done it plenty of times before. But again, that wrongness twisted in Wally's gut, just as Uncle Barry's hand twisted - no. No,no, no. That wasn't happening. This was all obviously some horrible, horrible dream, because Uncle Barry wouldn't.

"We wouldn't want to wake them up and give them more reason to be angry at you, would we?" Uncle Barry's voice was barely a whisper, but it was more than Wally could manage.

He just shook his head no.

"That's a good boy. You just lay back there, and close your eyes and it will be all over before you know it."

Wally'd never been very good at disobeying his uncle - okay, except that time at Cadmus with his team, and actually? That was a great train of thought to follow. Wally squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sound of his uncle's breathing with thoughts of his team.

It was also easier than Wally admitting that his body was reacting to the verywrongverybad touch.

His uncle, on the other hand, didn't ignore it. "Your body seems to want this as much as you wanted my powers, Kid."

"No." Wally found his voice, and he tried to sound defiant about it, as defiant as his fingers digging into the bedsheets, but his uncle's hand began increasing in speed and -

And his uncle laughed - still soft, still barely above a whisper - as Wally came. "Whatever you say, Kid." Wally's eyes flew open as his uncle dropped a kiss onto Wally's cheek. "Let's keep this just between us, right, Wally? After all, I don't think either of us wants to explain what we did tonight to your parents, do we?"

"No, I don't," Wally said, which was true enough. Long after Uncle Barry left, it remained true.

But Wally forced himself to lie in bed, and forced himself to go back to sleep. He told himself, as he squeezed his eyes shut, that in the morning this would all make sense.

It was too much to hope that it would all just be a bad dream.

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Sacred (4/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-18 06:46 am (UTC)

When it came to Flash family night dinners, Barry was rarely on time. Given his particular power set, Iris found this mostly hilarious, and loved to tease him about it. It was one of her more endearing traits, really. At least, in Barry's opinion.

But, late as he was, he always tried to make it, and on this particularly Thursday, he was only running 15 minutes late.

"Not bad, considering some of your previous exploits," Iris teased him, claiming a kiss as he sat down at the table.

"Sorry," Barry said good-naturedly.

"What was it this time?" Iris asked.

"Cold and Golden Glider," Barry answered. "Yet again."

"You didn't need any back-up?" Wally asked quietly. Hmm. A little too quietly, for Wally. Kid must have had a really rough day. He wasn't usually anywhere near this demure.

"Nah. 'Sides, I figured you'd probably still be mad at me about yesterday," Barry explained.

Wally blinked at him, twice, and Barry took that for confusion. "The rats?" he reminded.

"Oh. No. I uh, I don't care about the rats anymore, Uncle Barry."

"That's good. I thought for sure I was going to be hearing about picking up rat droppings for the rest of our partnership," Barry teased.

"You know, Barry, if you ever need any back-up, I'm not as young as I used to be, but I can still handle myself in battle," Jay Garrick spoke up. "Especially if Wally's ever unavailable."

"I appreciate the offer, Jay, but I already have a partner," Barry pointed out.

"Who also has his own team now," Iris interrupted. "The two of you might not be able to always be there for each other like you have been."

"His own team in addition to school work," Mary pointed out, as was a perfectly reasonable thing for a mother to say.

"If there are ever any problems, I'm sure Barry and Wally will understand that their partnership has to be put on hold," Iris said smoothly, leaning over to ruffle Wally's hair.

The Kid winced, so Barry hastily assured him, "I'm sure that's true. But Wally's a good, dependable kid. I don't think any of us have to worry about that."

"Thanks, Uncle Barry."

"No, problem, Kid. If you can't count on your partner to watch your back, who can you count on?"

*

Sacred (Part 5/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-18 06:50 am (UTC)

*
The thing about the Flash family was that hugs were expected. Robin had noted it, once - having dinner with two guys who wore their costumes through the whole thing was weird, by the way - and said that Wally's family looked like they belonged in a circus.

Since Wally's only attachment to the circus at that point had been Trickster, he'd been offended, right up until the point where he'd found out Robin's true identity. Then he'd been kind of flattered.

Tonight, though, Wally kind of wished his family had more of a traditional stand off approach to superheroing. He couldn't see guys like Green Arrow or Aquaman hugging their sidekicks on a regular basis. Maybe Batman would, if Robin was having a really bad day.

But Wally couldn't say any of that aloud, so instead he went through the motions of hugging Jay, Joan and Aunt Iris before he got to Uncle Barry.

His throat tightened and his stomach did a flip that would have fit right in with either Trickster or Grayson's circus, but he stepped up for the hug, anyway. After all, the rest of them were complaining about him being "too quiet" and "standoffish" as it was. Not hugging Uncle Barry would really have gotten the comments going and Wally...just really didn't want to deal with those questions right now.

If Uncle Barry could act like nothing at all had happened last night, then Wally certainly could follow the example. Because Wally really, really wanted nothing to have happened at all last night.

But although the hug was perfectly normal, perfectly good touch in the exact opposite of the bad touch from the night before, returning it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.

When they finally made it out the door, it was all Wally could do not to take off at a run. Instead, he sulked into the backseat of his parents' very slow car.

His mother turned around in the middle of a red light and shook her head at him before remarking to his father, "Teenagers. I remember when I was that moody."

"Me too," his father remarked, as the light thankfully turned green, after what felt like forever at the light. "It's a wonder our parents didn't kill us."

Wally stuck his tongue out at his father's head, but remained quiet otherwise, until they reached home. Once there, he took long, slow pains in cleaning out Velocity's cage. Who knew turtles could get around enough to need such a thorough cleaning?

By the time he was satisfied with the cleaning, his parents had seized upon some new item to argue about, and not wanting to be a part of that, he headed upstairs to do his homework.

He took Velocity with him, finding that it was a comfort to have someone in the room to keep him company.

Somewhere between his English homework and his much more interesting science homework, he got another text from Robin.

DUDE. where have you been all day? do i need to have bm call fl to make sure u r okay?

Wally made a face, before replying.

no, dork. been busy. clingy much?

not clingy. worried. asshole much?

6 texts in 1 day? soooo clingy. clingy like my turtle is with his rocks.

worst simile ever.

says the dude who thinks aster is a real word that real people use.


Texting was an excellent waste of time. It allowed hours to go by, with Wally doing nothing but mocking the science questions, reminding Robin that he needed to grow a hormone already so that he could see how hot the girls on their team were, and making occasional runs to the refrigerator.

parents still fighting?

yup. an Olympic sport for them.

that sucks, dude.

what? the butler and b-man don't have lover quarrels?

scarred for life now, thnx.


By the time Robin had to go on patrol, Wally was feeling rather relaxed. Enough so that he was able to finish his homework in peace at a fairly reasonable hour (eleven o'clock was perfectly reasonable!)

Sacred (Part 6/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-18 06:53 am (UTC)

He sat for another half an hour with Velocity, until he realized that he was being silly and avoiding actually getting into bed.

"It's stupid. It's not going to happen again, right? Uncle Barry just wasn't himself, or whatever. The hug he gave me today was perfectly platonic and that probably means he's sorry, right? It's not going to happen again. It's not."

Velocity just strained his head and looked up at Wally silently. Really, when a turtle looked at you as though you'd lost your mind, it put things in perspective.

With a sigh, Wally put Velocity back in his cage, changed into his pajamas and slipped into bed. A half an hour later, his parents called good night to him.

A hour after that, he was just beginning to get tired, when he felt a cool breeze settle into his room, and the quiet click of his door knob.

"Hey, Kid. Waiting up for me?" The Flash stood smirking at the corner of his bed.

"Uncle Barry. D-did you need back-up?" Wally attempted to scramble out of bed, but Uncle Barry's hand rested heavily on his chest.

"Now, now, Kid. We both know that's not why I'm here so late, don't we?" Uncle Barry's hands fingered the top two buttons on Wally's pajama top and Wally tried to squirm away.

Uncle Barry laughed at his efforts. "Are you going to fight me, kid?" The voice was still a whisper, yet Wally couldn't help but be angry that his parents couldn't hear it. Why couldn't they? If they could hear, then they would come in, and Uncle Barry would stop it.

"I don't want to do this, Uncle Barry," Wally answered, trying again to squirm away. Uncle Barry was bigger, faster - if it came to a fight, Wally wasn't sure he would win.

But fighting would be better, wouldn't it? Than just lying here and letting Uncle Barry touch him?

It had to be better, but why did both options feel equally terrible?

"Go ahead, then, Kid. Fight me. Tell me no. Make me angry enough that I fire you from being my partner. What happens then?" Uncle Barry's hand rose, stoking Wally's cheek, just inches from where Aunt Iris had kissed it hours before. "You strike out on your own like Speedy?"

Red Arrow, Wally's mind shouted defiantly, which made no real sense, because it was so not the point. But the defiance wasn't quite as loud, in the face of being threatened with being fired. "I don't want to strike out on my own, Uncle Barry."

Why was he whispering? He should be yelling, but that ... that would make Uncle Barry upset too, and Wally didn't want to stop being Kid Flash.

Sacred (Part 7/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-18 06:55 am (UTC)

"Do you think your team will still want you then?" Barry continued, "When you've made me replace you?"

"I don't want to be replaced," Wally said softly. "Please, Uncle Barry."

Barry stroked his cheek again, so tenderly this time that Wally wanted to puke. "I don't want to replace you, either, Kid. I like you a lot. But if I can't depend on you - "

"You can depend on me, Uncle Barry," Wally insisted, because no matter what else was happening, that was true. The last thing on earth Wally wanted to do was disappoint Uncle Barry.

"I want to believe that, Wally. I want to believe that you won't disappoint me." Uncle Barry's fingers dipped back down to his pajama top. Buttons rapidly unbuttoned, and Uncle Barry rested his hand on Waly's naked skin. "Such soft, creamy freckles. Just like your Aunt Iris."

Uncle Barry's free hand worked on the bottom of his Flash costume, until it came just below his knees. Then he knelt on the bed. "Time for you to return the favor from last night, Kid."

"I don't know how. I mean, I've never..." He hadn't. And that seemed colossally unfair, because there were so many prospects and so many fantasies - none of them had ever involved his uncle.

"It's just a hand job, Kid. It's no different than jerking off yourself, except you do it to another person. And I'm sure you've managed to discover masturbation just fine." Uncle Barry reached for his hand, and placed it on -

oh, god, no, no, no -

Placed it on Uncle Barry's dick. Uncle Barry wrapped his hand around Wally's and began to push Wally's hand up and down the shaft. "Good, oh, god, Kid. That feels great. I'm going to let go now, and you take over, okay? No cheating and using your powers. Slow and steady wins this race."

Wally tried to look anywhere but at his uncle's dick. He focused on the Flash symbol on his chest, which seemed a little obscene, all things considered, but since it was the thing he was dearly afraid of losing, well, it made sense.

As Uncle Barry got closer to finishing, he scooted closer to Wally. By the time he climaxed, he was close enough to spill himself all over Wally's chest.

Uncle Barry stood up, pulled his costume back into place and handed Wally one of the tissues from the box beside Wally's bed. "Clean yourself up, Kid."

Waly absolutely cheated and used his powers to get his uncle's semen off him and hastily threw the tissues into the trash can.

"There. That's not so bad, was it, Kid?" Uncle Barry's fingers returned to Wally's shirt, this time buttoning them back up. "Just our little secret, a little fun for The Flash and the Kid."

"But it's wrong," Wally protested softly. His uncle was a police scientist. He should know how wrong it was.

"It's not wrong. It's okay as long as nobody knows. It's when other people find out that there will be problems," Uncle Barry answered. "But I'm sure that's not going to be an issue, because I can trust you to keep this between us, can't I, partner?"

"Of course, Uncle Barry." Because who on earth would Wally ever be able to tell?

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Sacred (Part 8/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 05:46 am (UTC)

The weekends were not Barry's favorite time of the week. For one, it was an extremely hectic time for both of his careers - people tended to commit really stupid crimes when they were completely drunk, whether they were the run of the mill crimes that Barry Allen, police scientist fought against, or the more outlandish crimes committed by the Rogues, that only The Flash could fight against.

There was also the fact that he didn't have as much backup, typically, during the weekends. Iris was almost guaranteed to be spending most of her weekend tracking down a lead for one (or more) of her stories. Kid Flash, meanwhile, usually spent the weekend with his newly formed team.

Proud as Barry was of his nephew's role in forming a team for a whole new generation of superheroes, he still worried. He trusted Batman and Black Canary with his life (both literally and figuratively) and wouldn't have agreed to the arrangement if he hadn't, but that didn't make sending his sidekick off to fight battles away from his supervision any easier.

So, on the best of occasions, Barry and Fridays were not on friendly terms. When he made it to the Justice League watchtower to discover that at least one of his teammates had lost their mind, it put him in an even more foul mood.

"Something wrong, Bare?" Black Canary asked as she entered the kitchen, just barely missing an angry Blue Beetle stalk out of the room. "Ted seems pretty upset."

"Yeah. Apparently I've done something to piss him off lately, and I can't imagine what it might be," Barry admitted, irritably. "I feel like I should be saying 'I'm sorry,' but I'm not sure why."

"Who knows? Ted's a great guy, but this could very well be one of his and Booster's practical jokes," Dinah reminded him, reaching into the refrigerator for her Gatorade.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Barry muttered. "As usual, I don't find it very funny."

Dinah took a swig of her drink and grinned at him. "And that's why they target you, Barry. Because frustrating you is easier than frustrating anyone else."

"Except Batman."

"But Batman will kick their asses. You'll just grumble crankily to your other friends."

Barry gave a faint smile at that. "Speaking of friends, how's my nephew's team going?"

"Pretty good," Dinah answered. "They're really starting to work together as a team, instead of a bunch of individuals. They have their rough spots, as all new teams do, and they all take it just as hard as all new teams do. I'm torn between wanting to pinch their cheeks and hug them and tell them it's going to be okay."

"Somehow I don't think Superboy would appreciate it very much if you started pinching his cheeks," Barry chuckled.

"Pft. Shows what you know. He'd love it, just like he loved the shopping trip we took yesterday to get new sheets for his room in the cave," Dinah answered. "Lots of red. I'd absolutely give Clark a good punch, if it would do any good."

"Yeah, my nephew is in your camp," Barry admitted. He tried not to judge the Clark situation too strongly. It wasn't what he would do, but Clark was a good guy. One of their best. He had to come around, eventually. In the meantime, Superboy had a great mentor with Black Canary.

"Your nephew might not be the best source, considering that he won the mentor jackpot," Dinah chuckled.

"Speaking of which, I should probably go round the boy up. He'd hate to be late meeting up with his friends," Barry said.

"I'd hate for him to be late, too. He has some serious training to do today. Make sure he eats something before you bring him to the cave."

"I will."


Sacred (Part 9/?)

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 05:49 am (UTC)

True to his word, Barry collected Wally and stopped by the apartment he shared with Iris to make sure the boy was properly fed. Happily, just this once, the Rogues seemed to cooperate long enough for them to have their meal in peace. Still, both Barry and Wally rushed through the eating, because a quiet moment in this city usually only lasted long enough for the Rogues to catch their breath.

"Everything okay?" Barry asked, as he pulled out dessert from the refrigerator. "You seem pretty distracted."

"Everything's fine. There are no problems," Wally assured him hastily.

"That's good to know," Barry chuckled. "Your aunt is going to kill me if I let you let this pie be the dessert. It has absolutely no nutritional value. But on the other hand, it is pretty tasty." He flashed a grin to his nephew. "You can keep a secret, right?"

His nephew blinked at him for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "Of course."

With that, Barry sliced the pie down the middle and took half of it for himself. Blueberry would beat Clark's silly apple every day of the week.

Wally ate quickly, which really wasn't out of the ordinary, but he was quieter than normal, which was out of the ordinary.

But Wally had already told him that nothing was wrong, and his nephew had never given him any reason to doubt his word, so Barry ignored the strange behavior and escorted Wally to the Young Justice headquarters.

***

Uncle Barry had told Wally once that he never really minded being around Martian Manhunter, because Flashes could think faster than Martians could, and if he just thought fast enough, there was no way for J'onn to keep up. Especially if his thoughts were nonsense, like numbers or formulas. It was a useful back-up plan, Uncle Barry had told him, just in case.

The "just in case one of their mind-reading teammates went to the dark side" kind of went unsaid, and really, that was the kind of irony that Wally was definitely not appreciating at the moment.

But he was appreciating the idea that he had a way of keeping M'Gann from accidentally discovering any ... secrets. Wally practiced thinking really fast during the entire time he was there. Thank god he knew so many completely simple, completely otherwise useless formulas.

Those were the best kind to rattle off while his team trained ("Not so rough, Wally" was stupid advice, if anyone wanted Wally's opinion. He was fighting villains. Why shouldn't he be rough with them?) and even better to mentally rattle off while they waited for a mission and watched completely ridiculous movies.

"I cannot believe we are watching The Little Mermaid," Robin groaned, on the couch next to Wally. "Kaldur, tell us this is completely offending you on a personal level, so we can watch something good."

"I like it," Superboy announced.

"...You like The Little Mermaid?" Robin asked incredulously.

"Of course he likes it. Ariel gave up the only world she had known, because of someone else," M'Gann pointed out. "Doesn't that remind you of anyone?"

"So...this movie has a deeper meaning for you and Superboy?" Robin asked, sounding very pained.

"It is about us," Superboy agreed. "...Except I'm not a girl."

"Yeah, I think most of us managed to figure that out," Artemis said with a snort.

"Oi. I suppose this has some deeper meaning for you, too, Kaldur?" Robin asked, with a heavy sigh.

"It does not," Kaldur assured him. "Unless contemplation of the ways that Queen Mera could defeat Ursula while my king thoroughly defeated Ariel's father count as a deeper meaning."

"Score! The leader is on my side."

"However," Kaldur interrupted, "I still find this dreadful movie far preferable to your ninja films."

"Hey!" Robin pouted for a minute, then turned to Wally. "This is where you have a moral obligation to defend those ninja films."

"I don't like you that much," Wally answered. "Sorry."

"He speaks!" Artemis exclaimed. "It's about time."

"I've been speaking!" Wally answered defensively.

"Not as much as usual," Robin agreed. "You've kind of been a million miles away today."


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2011-03-19 05:56 am (UTC)

Wally shrugged, and concentrated ever so much on those formulas. "I've had a lot on my mind. Can we just drop it and get back to watching M'Gann and Superboy's life story?"

"Sure, sure," Robin sighed. "But if Kaldur gets to imagine his people kicking people's asses, I'm totally mentally inserting ninjas."

"Batman versus a talking lobster. There's a fight for the ages," Wally joked, and it felt good to hear Robin laugh beside him.

It felt even better when the mission came, even if it did interrupt the big mermaid-human wedding. There was something incredibly cathartic about lurking about in the dark on covert missions. Which was odd, all things considered, since The Flash was pretty much all bright colors and daytime sparkle.

That probably had a great deal to do with why Wally enjoyed the escape so much.

It also took the pressure off, and allowed him to simply concentrate on fighting the villains. No need to worry about reciting formulas, when his attention was very much on the Mad Mod's ridiculous antics.

"You are the only person who is taking Mad Mod seriously, you know this, right? I think this is another version of the League testing us," Robin informed him in mid-battle, as they regrouped to consider "strategy." The strategy in question was mostly complaining about the mission, of course.

"I am tempted to agree," Kaldur offered, making a face. "This is a low budget smuggling operation - "

"Of really ugly clothes!" Artemis added.

"Technically, there are goods inside the clothing," M'Gann corrected, earning her a glare.

"This is why Speedy laughs at us," Robin groaned.

"If it is a test, we should show the League we are serious," Kid Flash answered.

"Can we go hit the villainous fashion designer now?" Superboy interrupted, which, as far as Wally was concerned, was a great idea.

Maybe Black Canary was right; maybe he was being too rough. But beating up Mad Mod and his army of illicit clothes smugglers felt really good. It felt great, actually, to be able to do something, instead of just lying back and taking it.

But the fight eventually came to a close, and so, too, did the weekend.

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Sacred (Part 11/?)

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2011-03-19 05:58 am (UTC)

Barry was there to greet Wally when he got home. Mary and Rudolph were out, which was nice, because they meant well, but at times, they really didn't seem to understand their son.

Wally frowned when he saw Barry. "Is there something wrong? Is there another mission? Or - "

"No, Kid. No mission. But we need to talk. Have a seat."

Wally hesitated, but obeyed, and Barry placed the newspaper in front of him. "This was the Sunday morning edition of the paper. I wanted to be the one to break the news to you."

Apparently Linda Park wasn't just a college student, but an intern at the daily paper, as well. Her name was in the by-line, right underneath the title that asked, The Flash: Hero or Reckless Guardian?

Beneath the title was a picture of Kid Flash. The implication wasn't hard to guess, even without reading the article.

Wally appeared to read at least the first half of the article, though, before he crumbled it into tiny pieces. "How dare she? Never mind her, this is the paper Aunt Iris works at. How could she let this be published?"

"It's not up to her, Kid, you know that. She's not the editor, and, as your Aunt Iris would point out, reporters need to have the freedom to express themselves."

Wally looked at him, for all the world looking like Barry had just betrayed him, and Barry sighed. "Look, I just need to know that this is still what you want. If it's not, I'm giving you an out."

"I told you already!" Wally snapped. "I don't want to be fired."

"I'm not trying to fire you, Wally. I'm trying to remind you that you always have a choice."

"Yeah, I know," Wally answered angrily. "Look, can we just drop this conversation? If there's something else you want, let's move on to that, alright? It's been a long weekend and I'd like to actually go to bed."

"I get that you're upset," Barry said evenly. "And you have every right to be."

"How kind of you."

Barry sighed. Maybe it was better just to let the kid alone, so he could stew in his anger for a while. Maybe talk to Robin, or one of the other teammates.

"I promised your Aunt Iris I'd be home soon, so I'm going to go, okay?"

"Oh, yes. We wouldn't want to do anything to upset Aunt Iris."

Barry narrowed his eyes. "Look, Kid. You can be angry at me and Linda Park all you want. But you can't take your anger out on a woman who has done nothing but love you. Do you have any idea how much? Or how much it would hurt her if she knew you were angry at her?" Barry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I thought you were better than that, Kid. I didn't think you'd want to hurt your aunt."

"I don't want to hurt Aunt Iris," Wally said softly.

"Then maybe you should put more thought into what you say and do," Barry answered. "To make sure you don't accidentally do something to hurt someone else."

Wally just blinked at him, again, and Wally felt his frustration growing. "I'll see you around, Kid."

When he left, Barry took several good laps around the city to get rid of some of his excess energy before heading home.

He really, really didn't like the weekends.

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2011-03-19 06:02 am (UTC)

***
By the time Wally made it upstairs, he'd received one text message from Robin.

gargoyle times came early 2nite, sorry 2 say. No chatty times! talk 2 u 2morrow. p.s. mad mod sucks and so does your newspaper.

Early patrol. Well, that was just fabulous. On all the nights he could have really used some distraction...

He was really going to have to get around to showing M'Gann and Superboy how to text. Or use cell phones. Or both.

He did text Roy's old number, but not surprisingly, it went unanswered. It probably didn't even work anymore.

Lacking any other outlet, he settled in for a good yell at Velocity. "Where does he get off, exactly? Lecturing me on hurting Aunt Iris. Like I would! Like she'd be oh so pleased to hear that her husband is sneaking into her nephew's room for a little late night handjob! Like that wouldn't hurt her!" Velocity shrunk back into his shell at Wally's shouting, and god, how Wally wished for the ability to do have a shell to slink back into. "It's why I can't tell her, you know. It'd absolutely kill her. And what kind of hero would I be if I couldn't even protect my own aunt?"

Velocity didn't answer him, and didn't come back out of his shell for the rest of the night, even after Wally had finished his homework, eaten dinner, and welcomed his parents back from their make-up dinner.

"I don't blame you, turtle. I wouldn't want to watch what's about to happen, either," Wally told Velocity, before slipping into bed.

Uncle Barry was a little later that night than normal, and Wally was beginning to both hope and fear that he'd made Uncle Barry angry enough that he wouldn't show up.

But no such luck.

"I missed you, Kid," Uncle Barry told him, "Did you miss me?"

"O-of course, Uncle Barry." It wasn't exactly a lie. There was much about Uncle Barry that Wally did miss; it just didn't have anything to do with the man Uncle Barry had been lately. "Look, about the fight we had - "

"I don't want to talk about that now, Kid. But you know what I want, don't you?"

"Yeah," Wally answered quietly.

"Then be a good boy, and get undressed."

That was a whole new level of humiliation, and Wally's fingers kept fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He tried to think of other things, of those damn formulas he'd been reciting, of Mad Mod's stupid scheme, of Robin's gargoyles - anything but the fact that he was stripping in front of his uncle.

"Fold your clothes, nice and neat and put them on your desk. Right next to the turtle. Then go back to the bed and lie on your back."

Every whisper filled Wally with dread and he had to force his feet to actually move to follow the commands. He waited, certain that Uncle Barry was going to strip next.

But he didn't. He kept the suit on, and for Wally, that was even worse.

"It's been so long, I think we need to a special treat tonight, don't you, Kid?" Uncle Barry asked as he stroked along the length of Wally's cock.

No. "I-I'm not sure what you mean, Uncle Barry," Wally answered hesitantly.

"You're a 15-year-old-boy," Uncle Barry scoffed gently. "Surely your sexual daydreams go beyond hands?"

Wally didn't have a whole lot of time to consider the horrifying ramifications of that question, before Uncle Barry lowered his head and took Wally's cock into his mouth.


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2011-03-19 06:06 am (UTC)

Wally squeezed his eyes shut. Oh, he'd thought about this, before, alright. Never, ever with Uncle Barry - not even when he hadn't been Uncle Barry yet ,and had only been the very awesome Flash that everyone with any sense knew was the very best hero there was. Other faces and names had certainly been where Uncle Barry's mouth was, in Wally's imagination, because he was a 15-year-old teenager.

His morning masturbation sessions had already been interrupted by Uncle Barry's visits. But this was something he used to still be able to dream about.

And oh, god, the boys that sat in the back of his chem class and made the crudest remarks possible were right about how it felt. If it had been any mouth but Uncle Barry's -

But it wasn't, and what did it make Wally that his cock was responding so readily to Barry's mouth? What did it say about Wally that his uncle's tongue felt so good in what it was doing?

Nerves, Wally reminded himself desperately. It's all nerves down there. It's designed to be sensitive. Hello, evolution! Hello, science!

Because Wally didn't want this, no matter what his cock was saying to the contrary.

But just because Waly knew why his body was betraying him didn't make the humiliation of his uncle laughing around his cock any less hurtful.

Uncle Barry swallowed down his come, before he chuckled. "That didn't last very long, Kid. Your first time?"

"Yes," Wally answered, and he didn't quite keep the bitterness out of his voice, the way he should have.

"Good. I'd worried that it wouldn't be, with you keeping company with all those other teenage heroes." Uncle Barry stroked his cheek and leaned close enough that Wally could smell his own scent on Uncle Barry's mouth. "And your first time should be special. It's the one time you'll never forget. No matter who you end up being intimate with in the future, you'll always remember the hands and mouth that first touched you."

Wally wanted that to not be true. It couldn't be true, because if he was, he was never, ever going to be able to do this with anyone ever again.

"But the future is a little way off. Right now, I think it's time you returned the favor, Kid." Uncle Barry began to undo the bottom half of his costume, and Wally wondered how he was going to make it through this without throwing up.

"I'm not sure I can, Uncle Barry."

"Nonsense. I'll teach you. Just remember to watch the teeth, and swallow." Uncle Barry leaned back onto the bed and spread his legs. There was a lot of muscle and a lot of blond hair to work through to get to what Uncle Barry wanted Wally to do. "C'mon, Kid. You obviously enjoyed receiving. It's only fair to reciprocate."

Wally bent his head and took Uncle Barry into his mouth. At first, all he could taste was wet hair, and that was bad enough, but then a second, more distinct taste took over. Wally gagged reflexively, but Uncle Barry buried his hands in Wally's head and urged him forward.

Wally was proud of himself, though, because he managed not to throw up until after Uncle Barry had left. He even managed to throw on a pair of pants and make it to the bathroom before he gave into the urge to vomit.

He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, enjoying the coolness of the tile floor and the solitude the room offered.

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Sacred (Part 14/?)

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2011-03-20 01:45 am (UTC)

By Monday morning, Barry was feeling a little guilty about the fight he'd had with Wally. They'd both been stressed, and they'd taken it out on each other, and that was no way to behave to your partner. Iris ruffled his hair, told him he was being silly, and went off to work.

When Wally didn't meet up with him at the lab after school, Barry felt even more guilty. When Tuesday went by and Wally still didn't meet him, Barry felt even worse.

Barry had every intention of showing up after school on Wednesday, but the Rogues, as usual, put a damper in his plan. He was fighting off a combined force of fire and half of Trickster's bag of tricks and planning how he was going to take out Mirror Master when Kid Flash showed up and took care of the problem for him.

"Good job, Kid!" Barry called cheerfully and while he waited on a comeback (which didn't come) he managed to round up Trickster and Heat Wave.

"A little advice," Barry offered. "No matter what your buddies in Arkham might say, prison isn't a revolving door."

"Those Gotham creeps aren't Rogues," Trickster said indignantly.

"They aren't our buddies," Heat Wave emphasized.

"My mistake," Barry said sarcastically. "Sometimes I forget about your 'honor,' what with you trying to blow up the city and everything."

"I think you should worry a little bit more about taking care of business closer to home, Flash," Mirror Master answered. "Things seem a little tense between you and the sidekick. Makes a fellow wonder if those rumors the paper's been reporting are true."

Barry gritted his teeth and would have had a quick comeback, except that he couldn't exactly deny Mirror Master's words when Wally hadn't even stuck around for the post-battle celebratory ice cream.

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2011-03-20 01:48 am (UTC)


As far as Wally was concerned, the Internet was completely useless. He shared this opinion with Robin in a text, though he certainly didn't share why. Because somehow "sucking cock is disgusting and the Internet won't give me any methods that will actually work in dealing with the gross taste" wasn't something that he thought could have gone over well. Nor did he think that Robin would be in any way sympathetic to the fact that Wally was currently reading a website entitled "100 Cum Swallowing Tips."

the internet fails.

or do you fail the internet?

haha, no.

what are you trying to look up? maybe i can help.


Wally shuddered at the very idea that Robin could help.

just stuff.

that's probably why u r failing the internet. it has a lot of stuff. u have to specify.

i *am.*

about what?

y so nosy? nosey? however u spell it.

i am not of the nose. y so cranky?


Wally laughed bitterly at the phone. Oh, gee, why on Earth would he be cranky? But he bit down his anger, because it wasn't Robin's fault.

i'm not being cranky.

u r. is this about the article in ur paper? or something w/ur uncle?

y would it have anything 2 do w/uncle barry?

he came 2 visit 2day.


The room felt even smaller than it normally did, and Wally swallowed several times before he typed his reply.

what did he want?

worried about u. says u've been having problems. very whelmed.



"He's worried? Worried!" Throwing his phone against the wall was absolutely not productive, in any way. While his parents didn't seem to notice (but they never noticed anything, Wally thought bitterly. Weather Wizard could produce an entire hurricane inside his bedroom, and apparently, his parents would just not even notice.) it did result in a broken phone.

Also, Velocity dove back into his shell, which made Wally feel like an asshole. Since he didn't have a way to return Robin's texts, Robin probably agreed with the sentiment.

With a sigh, Wally opened his desk drawer, got out the package of Tic Tacs and swallowed them quickly, hoping against all logic that they actually worked the way the website promised they would.

When Uncle Barry showed up, an hour later, it was a pretty moot point, because Uncle Barry didn't seem quite as ready to go to the blowjobs as he'd been the past few nights.

Not that Wally was complaining about that fact, of course. But a tiny nagging sensation in the pit of his stomach told Wally that things were only getting worse, not better, so this couldn't be a positive development.

That feeling didn't get any less nagging as he stripped for Uncle Barry and laid down on the bed. Nor did it stop as Uncle Barry's hands wandered, seemingly without purpose, all over Wally's body.

It didn't make sense that they would just go back to handjobs, did it? That would be better than what they'd been doing, but ...

"You seem a little extra agitated tonight," Uncle Barry noted, with that irritating smirk in place.

"I'm not," Wally said quickly.

"It's not nice to lie, Kid."

"I'm not."

"Watch the tone."

"Sorry."

"The sooner you tell me what's bugging you, the sooner we can get on with what I'm here for. Of course, if you'd like to prolong out activities, that's perfectly okay with me."

Wally took a deep breath, because god, no, that was the last thing he wanted. "I talked to Robin. He told me you went to visit him," Wally confessed. "That you were worried. Why would you do that?"

"Mmm." Uncle Barry's face nuzzled in the crook of Wally's neck and both his lips and the Flash cowl pressed against Wally's skin. "Are you worried I might be getting ready to replace you?"

Wally suddenly had the sharpest image in his mind, of Robin - of Dick being forced to do the things he'd been doing. "No! You can't!"

He even forgot to whisper that time, though, predictably, his parents didn't seem to notice.

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2011-03-20 01:52 am (UTC)

Uncle Barry just chuckled against his skin, the same lazy, mid-western chuckle that always put people at ease and made people think he was so likable. "Don't worry, Kid. Robin doesn't do it for me. I don't love him the way I do you." Uncle Barry pulled back and looked at him seriously. "You do know I love you, don't you, Kid?"

"Sure," Wally choked bitterly. "That's why you do this."

"Because you're very special to me," Uncle Barry agreed. "You do want to be special to me, don't you, Wally?"

Wally just closed his eyes. "Please, Uncle Barry. Whatever it is you want, just tell me so - " so we can get it over with. "So I can do it already."

Uncle Barry stroked his cheek. "That's a good boy. I was waiting for you to ask me for it. Lay back on your back for me, Kid. Tonight, we're going to do something new."

There was that feeling again, in the pit of his stomach, but Wally obeyed. Wally watched nervously as Uncle Barry began to remove his pants and reached for the bottle he'd placed on the nightstand when he'd first arrived. Wally hadn't been paying attention at the time, because he'd been too upset about the conversation with Robin and the impending taste of his uncle's semen, but now he wished he'd paid attention.

But even if he hadn't been paying attention, he began to realize, with growing horror, what the substance was the minute that Uncle Barry began to spread it on his cock.

Wally started to sit back up, immediately, but his uncle was too fast for him. "No. I'm not going to do that."

He struggled, but it just felt like Uncle Barry got a better grip of Wally's arms with each struggle. Uncle Barry pushed Wally's legs up to his chest and held Wally's arms down into the mattress, his grip tightening on Wally's wrists.

Stronger. Bigger. Faster. Wally was a 15-year-old kid and Uncle Barry was The Fastest Man Alive. There wasn't even any competition or doubt about who would win.

"Don't be like that, Kid. You know I always make you feel good, too," Uncle Barry told him.

"No. Please, Uncle Barry. Not that."

"You'll like it. Just like you've liked all the other things we've done."

"I haven't liked them either," Wally snapped, and oh, neither of them were being quiet, why wasn't anyone coming into the room? How the hell were his parents sleeping through this?

"C'mon, Kid. We both know that isn't true. You've enjoyed it just as much as I have. Always lying back, always letting me touch you, always responding so well to my touch. If you didn't like it so much, why did you let me do it?" Uncle Barry asked, and Wally's throat went dry. It felt like he couldn't get enough air into his lungs no matter how hard he tried.

"No, no, no. Please, Uncle Barry." Wally was ashamed of his own voice. It sounded so small, so weak - it was weak. It was just as weak as his pathetic attempts to struggle or to breathe.

"Shh, Kid. Just relax. It'll feel better for you, if you do." Uncle Barry kissed him on the mouth, and that sensation was so new that Wally was almost distracted from the impending doom.

But it was hard to be distracted by the feel of someone shoving their cock into his ass. And when it happened, Uncle Barry's mouth completely covered Wally's, swallowing up the scream of pain that Wally couldn't quite hold down.

Uncle Barry kept his mouth on his, moaning with pleasure in time to every single thrust, until Wally's cries subsided. When they did, Uncle Barry gave a pleased sigh and continued to thrust into Wally.

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2011-03-20 01:55 am (UTC)

"I've waited for this for so long, Kid. So very long. But the time - no, the time was never right before. And timing is very important." Uncle Barry smiled down at him. "My plan is going perfectly. Every time I see you, it just gets better and better."

Wally squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the words and the feel of his uncle fucking him.

"Open your eyes, Kid. I want to see those pretty green eyes while we do this." When Wally didn't immediately reply, Uncle Barry just laughed. "I'm a Speedster, Wally. I can keep this up all night, if you want to be stubborn. Is that what you want?"

Reluctantly, Wally opened his eyes. He tried to focus on the Flash symbol, but Uncle Barry shook his head. "Look at my face, Kid."

Wally obeyed, hoping just to get it over already.

"Good, good, Kid." Uncle Barry's hips increased in speed, and Wally bit his lip to keep from crying out again. "I'm almost - ah! - almost there. Tell The Flash how grateful you are, Kid. Tell The Flash thank you for making all your dreams come true."

There were tears welling in Wally's eyes, and he blinked them away as fast as he could. He did not want to cry in front of Uncle Barry. Especially not now.

"Thank you, Uncle Barry," Wally said softly.

"The Flash," Uncle Barry corrected, his hands digging roughly into Wally's wrists. "Say it."

"Thank you, Flash," Wally said hastily.

"For what, Kid Flash?"

"For - for making my dreams come true." It was a choked response, and barely audible.

But it must have been enough, because Uncle Barry finally finished, and Wally was finally left alone. He ached all over, and he was too sore to even think about trying to make it to the bathroom.

The urge to cry was strong, but Wally wouldn't give in and give his uncle the satisfaction, even if he wasn't here any longer. Instead, Wally curled around his pillow, holding on for dear life.

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Sacred (Part 18/?)

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2011-03-21 07:40 am (UTC)

On Friday morning, Barry was woken from a rather pleasant dream, and the even more pleasant arms of Iris, by the sound of the phone ringing, two hours before he needed to even think about getting out of bed. He laid there and let it reach two rings before deciding to get up.

Slipping quietly out of bed, so that he wouldn't wake Iris, he shrugged on his robe and answered it before the third ring could complete itself.

"Hello?"

"Barry, it's Bruce."

"Calling awfully early, Bruce. What's wrong?" Barry covered a yawn and stretched. He had the fleeting thought that something could be wrong with Wally, and that made him worry, but he quickly dismissed it.

Wally wouldn't be going to visit the team until tonight, after school. Right now, he was still in bed, safe and sound.

"My ward is concerned about your nephew. Apparently, they were 'texting' - " Barry would have smiled at the disdain in Bruce's voice towards the act, if the situation had been different. "And Wally stopped abruptly."

"What time was this? We didn't have anything past 6 last night," Barry said. They'd made an agreement a long time ago that Wally wouldn't go out to fight crime without Barry present. Wally's team was an exception to that rule, and even with all that was going on between them, Barry didn't think that Wally would break that rule.

"According to Dick, it was around 11 your time," Bruce answered, then a bit more severely, "Far past when certain wards should have been in bed."

"Maybe they're just having a teenage spat?" Barry suggested.

"A ... spat?"

"Wally's been in kind of a bad mood lately," Barry answered, not liking feeling like he was selling his nephew out, but it was necessary to tell the truth. "Maybe Dick said something that set him off?"

"Unlikely," Bruce said dismissively. "You've said yourself that Wally's not been acting like himself. You were worried when you came to visit us. I've also talked to Dinah who reports that Wally's behavior was more violent last weekend than in previous missions. Kaldur's reports back up this claim."

"You talked to his teammates behind his back?" Barry said, a little fiercely.

"Of course I did. As did you."

"No, I talked to his best friend. There is a very noticeable difference for those of us who actually understand how social interaction works."

"Your concern for your nephew is admirable, Allen. But while you can worry about the one, I have five other children to worry about. I did what I had to do."

Barry sighed, and dialed back his temper. "Wally would never do anything to hurt his teammates."

"Maybe not on purpose. But I think it would be helpful if we, along with his team, sat him down and got to the bottom of his problems," Bruce insisted. "Tonight, before I send them out on a mission."

Barry bit his lip. "I don't like it. It will feel like we're ganging up on him."

"You said yourself that he isn't acting normal. Did Iris have any luck last night after your ... weekly gathering?"

"No," Barry admitted reluctantly. According to Iris, Wally had just hugged her and told her that she was his favorite, and that she shouldn't worry.

Barry was absolutely not admitting any jealousy over the fact that once upon a time not too long ago, he had been Wally's favorite. No, no jealousy at all there.

"Then we don't have a choice," Bruce said shortly. "I'll see you this afternoon."

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Sacred (Part 19/?)

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2011-03-21 07:45 am (UTC)

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In Wally's dreams, someone always walked into his room to catch Uncle Barry touching him. It had been someone different almost every night. Sometimes, his teammates walked in, looking disappointed and disgusted. Other times, it was Aunt Iris, who never failed to blame him for making her husband cheat on her. Once, it had been creepy old Doctor Fate, who had reminded Wally that he'd always been a bother. Still other times, it was the Rogues.

"I thought we were supposed to be the bad guys," dream Pied Piper had said, sounding a little bit more mocking in Wally's dreams than he had ever sounded before.

On the night after Uncle Barry forcibly penetrated Wally, Wally's dreams were filled with Uncle Barry in his civilian lab coat walking in on him, with Linda Park at his side.

"I told you," Linda Park said with disgust. "This is how sidekicks are treated. Child abuse, plain and simple."

"Oh, no,"
Lab Scientist Uncle Barry said. "Wally, why are you letting this happen?"

And of course, nobody in his dreams actually stopped Uncle Barry from what he was doing.

Wally woke up Friday morning still feeling sore. But he forced himself to get up and take a shower, because he was rather certain that he couldn't actually still be sore. He healed faster than that. Wounds - physical ones, at least - healed faster than that.

It had to just be in his head. No matter how forceful Uncle Barry had been, he should be healed by now. In any event, the little pains he felt when he walked to the bathroom would be good as new once he took a nice, long, hot shower.

Wally spent a little longer than necessary in the shower. The hot water felt nice ,and while he stood under the shower, he could almost pretend that he was getting clean.

At least, until he glanced down between his legs. His jerkoff sessions used to be pretty epic in the mornings, but now he couldn't even touch himself without thinking about Uncle Barry's nightly visits.

But, then, wasn't that exactly what Uncle Barry had promised? No matter who you end up being intimate with in the future, you'll always remember the hands and mouth that first touched you. Apparently, that was true, even when the only person Wally was trying to be intimate with was himself.

Under the hot water, Wally shuddered, and cranked the hot water up higher. As steam filled the bathroom, Wally scrubbed the bar of soap furiously against his skin - particularly the neck where Uncle Barry had spent so much time kissing and caressing the night before.

He should know better by now. He'd been trying to wash the feel of Uncle Barry's hands off him for almost two weeks, and it hadn't done any good.

But every morning, he scrubbed a little harder, and hoped a little more strongly, that it would. Of course, Wally didn't believe in magic. But if ever there was going to be a miracle, Wally was really hoping it would happen one morning in one of these showers.

"Wally! Hurry up! Your Uncle Barry is waiting!"

Wally froze in place in the shower. That was ... unusual. Uncle Barry didn't usually walk him to school. He was too old for that, and besides, Uncle Barry had to be at work an hour before his school even started.

A slow, nauseating fear rose in the pit of Wally's stomach. Maybe the night time visits weren't enough? Maybe Uncle Barry wanted a morning visit too.

Oh, god, please no.

Wally slowly turned off the shower and got dressed, and made his way downstairs. His ass felt more and more sore the closer he got to the bottom of the stairs, and Wally just took that as confirmation that it was all in his head.

Uncle Barry was there, waiting on him, while snacking on his mom's bacon. "Hey, Kid. I took the day off and I thought I would walk to school with you. Do you mind?"


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2011-03-21 07:47 am (UTC)

That was weird. Uncle Barry didn't take time off work unless he was needed as the Flash.

"No, it's fine, Uncle Barry." Wally scooped a handful of bacon into his mouth and hastily ate his pancakes. He pocketed 2 pop tarts for a mid morning snack, and let his mother hug him good-bye.

"I'll be back. In six hours, even! Jeeze, Mom." Wally broke the hug rather quickly, and his scowl grew as he caught Uncle Barry frowning at him.

"Such an attitude lately," his father said, disapprovingly, and Wally bit down the retort on his tongue.

Maybe if you and mom wouldn't sleep what Uncle Barry was doing to me, I wouldn't have such an attitude, Dad.

"Learned from the best," Wally answered flippantly.

"You know you aren't too old for a good spanking, young man," his father said harshly, and Wally did laugh then.

"You'd have to catch me first. And somehow? I think that'd be a problem for you."

"That wasn't very respectful of you, Kid," Uncle Barry scolded lightly.

"You're going to give me a lecture about respect? Really?" Wally asked. "Great. Because that doesn't make you the biggest hypocrite alive, or anything. Oh, wait. Yes, it does."

"Are you still mad at me? Is that what this is about?"

"Yes, I'm still mad at you! I think I have a right to be! After - " Wally swallowed down what he was about to say. Given the fact that his parents were looking so concerned (oh, how nice it was of them to actually notice for a change!) maybe he should just stop shouting entirely. "After what you've done," he finished lamely.

"I thought were were over that," Uncle Barry said quietly, and he gave a concerned look to Wally's parents.

That just made Wally's gut twist all the harder.

"Over it? Over it? You know when Linda Park was nosing around, I actually defended you. Or I tried to anyway. It didn't do much good, but you... You didn't deserve any of it. Everything she wrote about you is true."

"Wally!" his mother sounded scandalized, and Wally swallowed down everything he wanted to yell at her for never hearing him.

"Boy, you should be more respectful of that to your uncle," his father said, and Wally ignored him too.

Because Uncle Barry just looked like he had been punched by Superman himself, and why, oh, why could that still hurt Wally? He hadn't said anything that wasn't true! Uncle Barry was the one who should feel guilty.

"Yeah, because respect is a big thing for our family," Wally muttered.

"Are you saying you don't want to be my partner anymore?" Uncle Barry asked softly. Too softly. As though he gave a damn about Wally's choices. As if he wasn't the same uncle who got off on holding Wally down and ripping him in half.

But he was that uncle. Just like he was the very same uncle that Wally had always idolized, and who he wanted so very much to be just exactly like.

So his voice shook when he answered, "No. I don't think I do."

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2011-03-21 07:49 am (UTC)

"Barry, I'm sure he doesn't mean-"

Uncle Barry raised a hand and waved at Wally's father to cut him off. "I came here this morning to let you know that your teammates and Black Canary have expressed concern for your recent mood swings."

"I haven't had any mood swings. We punch the enemy. We punch them harder, they go down faster. It's not a hard concept."

"Batman's called a meeting," Uncle Barry said, sounding tired. Like he had any right to. Gee, Uncle Barry, maybe if didn't spend all night in your nephew's bed, you wouldn't be so tired. "Today, before he sends you out on a mission, we're going to sit down. All of us - me, you, your team, the members of the League who have sidekicks - "

"Oh, that's just great. So, Aqualad can run off to Atlantis any time he wants, and that's fine. Superboy can engage in random property damage and hey, no problem. Robin can run off and ditch the team because he just has more experience, and that's no problem. Miss Martian can accidentally read all our minds and it's no big! Artemis can lie to our faces about who she is - no, Uncle Barry, none of us were dumb enough to think that she was really Green Arrow's niece - and that's just swell. But me? I punch bad guys a little too hard and we have to have an intervention? Really? Why isn't anyone having an intervention for Speedy? He's off taking on ninjas by himself! That needs an intervention!"

"They're concerned about you, Wally. We all are," Uncle Barry answered.

"Yeah, I bet."

"Look, after the meeting. If - if you still want to go your own way... well, we'll talk about it then, okay, Kid?" Uncle Barry sounded so hopeful, and that just made Wally even more angry.

"Fine. But I can find my own way to school. I'm not going with you."

With that, Wally was out the door, and thankfully, despite the hurt look on his uncle's face, he didn't follow.

Wally was true to his word, and he did go to school. He made it as far as third period before he realized that there was no way he could actually show up and deal with his teammates - especially since they had such a low opinion of him as it was - and Uncle Barry and Batman and Black Canary.

So instead, he ate his pop tarts for fuel before ditching class. What he needed was a good run to clear his mind, and maybe a good talk with the only friend he had who wasn't squealing behind his back.

Finding Roy would be a problem, but fortunately, Wally had the entire rest of the weekend to do it.

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Sacred (Part 22/?)

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2011-03-22 01:31 pm (UTC)

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"You know things aren't going well when you actually show up on time to a lunch date," Iris teased Barry as she slid into her chair in the cafe. "Oooh. You ordered my favorite latte?"

"Of course." Barry gave her a weak smile. "Did you talk to Mary and Rudolph?"

"I did," Iris agreed, and she gave him a sad smile, which made Barry's heart clench almost as much as the earlier fight with Wally had. "They sounded pretty worried. I guess you are, too."

"He wants to quit, Iris," Barry answered sullenly, because that was as much as he could say in a cafe. But it was enough to sound selfish, even to his own ears.

"Hey." Iris reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "I know you and Wally were close, and he said some harsh things, but every teenager wants to fight for independence."

"Not like this," Barry argued.

"Barry... Wally is a good kid. A great kid, and frankly, we've all had it really lucky with him for a while. But I'm afraid that maybe the easy spell spoiled you and his parents."

"Spoiled us?"

"Made you forget the kind of things you're supposed to be going through. You're so used to him being the good kid, that you've forgotten that teenagers are supposed to be angry. They're supposed to yell and throw things and stomp off in a huff."

"You didn't see him today, Iris," Barry argued, shaking his head furiously. "I don't know what's wrong, but it can't be normal. He's too ... furious for that."

"Barry. When I was Wally's age, I ran away from home because I was furious at my parents, too," Iris told him. "And do you know what terrible transgression they made? They wouldn't let me get a tongue piercing."

Barry frowned. "Why on earth would you want a tongue piercing."

"Because the girls who sat three seats behind me in the bus swore it drove the boys wild, and I was so naive that I hadn't the first clue what they were talking about," Iris said breezily. She leaned forward and smiled at Barry in a way that made him warm in all the worst places to be warm at inside a public place. "But my parents were probably right in the long run; I don't think a tongue piercing would have done much good on you anyway. But the point is, acting irrationally and foolishly as a teenager is not only normal, but for Wally, it runs in the family."

"I don't like it, Iris. It feels deeper than that."

"Barry, it's been what, less than two weeks?"

"That's just it. This change in behavior, the rebellion, the rage, it's so sudden."

"Barry, hon. This is the same nephew who not too long ago decided, along with his friends, to run off and do his own ... 'thing' that went completely against what you and all the other guardians and parents wanted, isn't it? I hate to say it, Barry, but I think this has been building up for a while."

"But there's something missing Iris. It feels like I'm looking at case file where the suspect is all wrong, but I can't figure out why, because I'm missing something obvious. Like somebody took a piece out of the evidence locker when I wasn't looking and forgot to tell me."

"I think that if you keep expecting teenage boys to act as logical as the stuff in your evidence locker, you are going to be disappointed, Mister Allen." Iris gave his hand another firm squeeze before picking up her menu. "Now, about lunch..."

Barry tried really hard throughout the lunch to ignore the nagging in the back of his head, and he was almost successful.

But it grew harder to do throughout the day. When Barry arrived at Wally's school to find that he had been absent since third period, it became impossible.

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2011-03-22 01:35 pm (UTC)

Wally was starving by the time he finally found Roy, because Seattle was a long way from Star City, which was the last place he'd looked. He'd remembered Roy mentioning a case he'd done with Green Arrow and Black Canary once in the city, and Roy had seemed rather fond of Seattle at the time. So Wally took a hunch, and thankfully, it turned out to be a good one, because his stomach couldn't stand much more of running on empty.

He was incredibly grateful that Roy let him into the apartment silently and handed him a loaf of bread. Wally scarfed it down before even trying to mumble a greeting.

"There's real food in the kitchen," Roy said, locking the door behind Wally. "C'mon."

Wally followed behind, forcing himself to go at a casual speed and not rush to the refrigerator and throw himself in, face first.

He was even polite enough to not mention that the "kitchen" was little more than a small rectangular space on one end of the tiny studio apartment. His tact turned out to be fortunate, because Roy opened the refrigerator and began to stack Wally's arms with all of Wally's favorite foods.

"You were expecting me?" Wally asked, once he downed half of the pizza, which was excellent, cold or not. It was exactly the way Wally loved it - gooey with extra cheese, stuffed crust, deep dish, and covered with sausage and pepperoni. It was the exact opposite of the kind of pizza that Roy loved, and lacked any tell-tale peppers or onions to make it a compromise pizza. The same could be said for the chips, soda, veggies and dip, cookies and fruit that Roy had given him, which were currently forming a circle around Wally's very grateful feet.

Unless Roy had moved in with a person who had the exact same tastes as Wally, the food had to have been purchased just for Wally. Considering the smallness of the apartment, Wally wasn't exactly sure Roy could afford it.

Wally would have taken the time to be touched, if his mind wasn't otherwise occupied.

"Your uncle came by. Twice." Wally tensed, but if Roy noticed, he didn't say anything. "So did Jordan."

Wally's throat suddenly went dry and he reached for a soda and quickly downed half a can. "What did you say?"

Roy shrugged. "They were whining about you ditching them. I told them that they were a bunch of liars and hypocrites and you and I were the only ones that had enough damn sense to see through them."

The memory of Uncle Barry looking so sad before he'd left home filled Wally's memory, but fortunately (or not) he had plenty of equally vicious memories of Uncle Barry over the past couple of weeks to counteract that one.

They made him shudder and grip the pizza box a little tighter.

Roy tilted his head, but Wally ignored it and Roy didn't press the issue. He waited, instead, for Wally to finish eating, before he spoke again. "So, apparently, there is some type of email system set up in your clubhouse. Apparently the security is top notch."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I think so. Why?"

"Because I keep getting angsty messages from everyone on that damn team."

Wally scowled. "Yeah, I bet they were real angsty about not getting to go behind my back anymore. What did you tell them?"

Roy shrugged. "That you were probably damn sick of being treated like a baby. Then I asked them why the hell they were whining to me about it."

Wally smiled, somewhat smugly. It felt nice to have someone having his back again, even if it was in Roy's own special messed up kind of way. "I bet they didn't much appreciate that."


"Batman thinks he's my dad, or something, so he can fuck right off. Kaldur scolded me. It sounded very leaderly," Roy mocked. "Robin sent me an email full of words that were missing prefixes and suffixes. Artemis knows a lot of four letter words. Superboy said he would guard your souvenirs. M'Gann mentioned cookies."

Wally glanced down at the bag of cookies that Roy had given him. They were perfect and not burnt in any way, but Wally was suddenly hit with a craving for those burnt cookies of M'Gann's - and the kitchen space much larger than Roy's, but equally crowded, once Wally's teammates gathered in it.

It was a completely ridiculous craving, and Wally tried to ignore it. "Sounds about like their normal."


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2011-03-22 01:37 pm (UTC)

"I was not whelmed about it," Roy answered. "So...you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

"Nope."

"Good. Patient listener isn't really my strong suite," Roy said with relief.

"Are you working on a case? Because hitting bad guys is my idea of a good time."

"I am. Not sure I should let you in on it. The League would think you're too young," Roy informed him, with a tone that said very much what Roy thought about the League, as if the entire world didn't know already.

"Not the entire League," Wally said quietly. "I'm pretty sure I can take it, Speedy."

"It's not Speedy!"

"Sorry, sorry, Red Arrow," Wally corrected. "So what's the case?"

"Perverts," Roy said, and Wally's world spun so much at the word, and all it implied, that he almost missed Roy's signal to follow him into the out of the kitchen.

In what would have been a living room, if Roy's apartment had been a little bit bigger, sat a small table full of maps and other tactical plans that both Robin and Kaldur would have approved of. Batman, too, and really, you couldn't be homesick for something that wasn't actually your home, could you?

"What kind of perverts?" Wally managed to say, once he reached the table.

Roy sat down on the couch that looked like it doubled as a bed and scrubbed his eyes with his fist. "The sick fucks kind," he answered.

"That doesn't really narrow it down, Roy," Wally told him. "We work with supervillains like the Joker and Grodd. Sick fucks kind of comes with the territory."

"These guys make Joker and Grodd look like Superman," Roy answered. "They're human traffickers, Wallly. They buy and sell and take a dip in the merchandise when they feel like it. They're grade A scum."

"Didn't realize Seattle was a big place for that," Wally said, trying to hide the nausea that came over him. "Isn't it a ... normal city?"

"By 'normal' do you mean American? Human trafficking thrives in American cities, too, Wally. Especially big ones," Roy scolded, and Wally was almost irritated enough at the tone to tell him that he sounded like Green Arrow.

But Roy had just fed him, so maybe Wally would dial back the insults.

"Especially big ones without a hero to protect it?" Wally asked instead.

"Exactly. But Seattle doesn't have to worry about that now. It has me," Roy said protectively. "I've managed to round up a lot of them, but you have to keep careful track of their movements. Creeps like them, they're persistent. They might slink off into the shadows, but they never stop hurting people. You have to find them and make them pay, so they can't hurt anyone else."

Robin told Wally once that the longest moment in his life was watching his parents fall to their death, knowing what was going to happen and not being able to do anything about it. Wally hadn't experienced anything like that, but he was pretty sure the feeling that came over him as he listened to Roy was pretty close to what Robin had felt that day.

And just like the night before, Wally had difficulty getting enough air into his lungs.

"Do you think that's always true?" he asked Roy. "I mean, of all creeps."

"Is what true?" Roy asked.

"That they don't ... they don't stop. They just go on to hurt other people. More people. People in addition to." Wally was rambling, but considering that it felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, he figured he could be forgiven for that.

Roy nudged a map with his knee and nodded slowly. "I do. One victim grows up or escapes, they move on to the next. They're criminals of opportunity. That's how they work."

Are you afraid I'll replace you? Uncle Barry's voice, cold and callous, whispered in his mind, and Wally felt the warmth of Uncle Barry's breath on his neck all over again. He shuddered and desperately tried to take a deep breath.

"Hey, Wally, what's wrong?"

Wally was certain that Roy meant well when he reached over and grabbed Wally's arm, but Wally acted instinctively, and threw a punch that landed Roy flat on his ass, three feet away.

The realization of what he'd done was enough to snap him out of his momentary attack of panic.

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2011-03-22 01:39 pm (UTC)

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- are you okay?" Wally waited for the anger that was sure to come. That's who Roy was these days - all anger and throwing of hats and growling at the Justice League.

But it didn't come. Roy just wiped his mouth and stood back up. "I'm fine. Are you alright? I don't have any seats besides the couch, yet, but maybe you should have a seat and try to calm down."

Wally glanced at the couch, with its crumpled sheets and wrinkled pillow, and he shook his head. "No, I think that's a pretty bad idea, actually."

"Fine."

"Are you sure you're okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. I guess the team had a point. I am too rough. With you, with the bad guys, with Velocity."

"Your turtle? What the hell does your turtle have to do with anything?"

"He wouldn't come out of his shell this morning," Wally said softly. "He doesn't most of the time, lately. He's afraid of me, I guess. That's a pretty terrible way to treat someone who trusted you, isn't it?"

"Wally..." Roy sighed and Wally was pretty sure Roy was feeling sad that he didn't have a hat to throw at anyone. "Dammit, Wally, are you sure you don't need to talk about anything?"

"You said it yourself, Roy, you're terrible at the sympathetic listener deal."

"Yeah, I am. But there are people who aren't. Lots of people who aren't me are really great at it."

"Not as many as you might think."

"Why not?"

Roy sounding patient just sounded all sorts of wrong and terrible. "Because Robin is 13, and I'm not going to burden him with this kind of crap. The rest of my team...is my team, and I can't...and the League." Wally sighed.

"The League is full of lying jerks," Roy answered. "But you usually like the lying jerks."

Wally shrugged. "Most of them think The Flash is the best thing ever." Wally took a deep breath and hoped that Roy wouldn't remind him that Wally usually thought that way, too. When he didn't, Wally continued, hesitantly. "That's kind of a problem."

"That son of a bitch." Roy was angry a lot, these days, but this anger was different. It was less "let's throw hats in big angry gestures" and more "I'd like to shove an arrow through someone's balls."

It was really nice to have someone watching his back again. "Yeah, you could say that."

Roy was quiet for a moment. "You know, Ollie said once that Batman had a back-up plan for all of us, to take all of us out. And he's a teammate of your uncle's, but he doesn't have his head shoved so high up his ass that he can see his intestines."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means that whatever you've got to say, he'll listen."

"Even if he is crummy Leaguer?" Wally joked lightly. It was hard to joke with your stomach twisting itself in knots, though.

Roy gave a short nod. "He's the least of all the currently available evils at the moment. We could send a reply to his sanctimonious little email if you want. He's got all those fancy jets and everything, I'm sure he'll be here in no time once we send word."

Wally really didn't want to. Not even in the slightest. But the idea that Uncle Barry would ever use Wally's escape as an excuse to hurt someone else the same way he'd hurt Wally made him nod silently.

"Anything you want to say in the email?"

Wally shook his head. He wasn't entirely sure he trusted his fingers.

Roy shrugged and sat down to type out an email.

Flash is an asshole. KF needs to speak to you alone. P.S. bring food

It wasn't exactly what Wally would have written, but it'd do.

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