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


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':


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!


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.

I'm going to hell oh gods


2011-03-21 06:37 pm (UTC)

...What if Wally was de-aged to an adorable five year old bb and given to his abusive father to look after by a clueless team?

OP of the repost(?)


2011-03-21 06:39 pm (UTC)

Oh God...


Re: OP of the repost(?)


2011-03-21 06:40 pm (UTC)

And by this I mean: seconded. :facepalm:

Re: I'm going to hell oh gods


2011-03-21 08:55 pm (UTC)

........shit I want this...bad...
as in thirding....

Flutterbies. (1/?)


2011-03-22 12:46 am (UTC)

It started with Klarion and somehow only escalated from there.

Robin blinked, staring at the small body currently wadded up in the Kid Flash costume, goggles dangling from his nose and big green eyes filled with tears that cascaded down swollen, plump cheeks. Aqualad and Superboy had scared Klarion off, but not before the weirdo witch-boy magically (heheh, ironically) did something to their team mate. He fell to a crouch, small smile on his face and offered a hand out. So, what; KF ended up as a little kid. Stranger things happened in Gotham every day.

What he didn’t expect was for Wally—blunt, enthusiastic Wally—to scramble away, eyes getting bigger and breath more shallow. Wally scurried a good three feet away, whimper escaping the back of his throat. He shielded his face, chubby hands curling into his sight and he—he was trembling.

“Wally…” Robin stood there, stunned.

“G-Go away,” said the tiny voice. It was muffled behind knees, head shaking and body convulsing. “G-Go away, go away, g-goaway!”

“Wally, it’s me—!” This time he couldn’t help himself. Concern fluttered through his veins, and quickly Robin crawled to the younger boy—the guy who in ten years was his Super Best Friend—and pulled the cape off his shoulders. He bunched it gently, hand pressing onto the young redhead’s shoulder with a small squeeze—

And then Wally yowled. He scrambled back, tears dripping from his eyes and he began to hiccup.

Oh god—this never happened with the Commissioner turned into a little kid. Robin felt all his shields drop, and he put another hand on little Wally’s shoulder, quickly checking to see if Klarion had wounded him—and found nothing. His gauntlets trembled, digging into Wally’s flesh in confusion as he tried to calm the little boy down, and he couldn’t.

Wally screamed again like he was in agonizing pain, eyes inhumanly wide and limbs trembling.

“Robin!” Quickly Aqualad burst through the door, Miss M and Superboy close behind, and stared wildly. “What’s going on—!”

Robin lifted the wriggling boy up and into his arms and struggled to keep him at bay. “H-He won’t stop crying, and I don’t know why, and—oh holy fu—”

The moment the swear was ready to leave his mouth, Wally stilled, falling deafly silent and shook erratically in his arms. Robin stared back, unsure of what to say as he draped the cowl over Wally’s body like a small baby. Wally…was supposed to be cheerful and happy and—

“Please don’t swear,” Wally whispered, tears obliviously dripping down his face. His entire body stiffened, going deathly white as Wally’s hiccups became dry heaves. “P-Please don’t…s-swear…”

“Oh, Wally…” Miss M floated their way, Artemis not too far behind him. Before Robin had a grapple of what was going on, Wally scurried out of his arms and jumped into Miss M’s, nose buried into his shoulder.

“Aunt Iris,” Wally breathed in a high voice. “A-Aunt Iris, I-I missed you, pleasedon’tgotoManchesteragain…”

Miss M locked eyes with Robin, eyes wide with surprise as she wrapped her arms around the small boy. They nodded softly before turning their heads and meeting eyes with their leader. This…wasn’t--couldn’t be Wally. But it was. A scared, trembling Wally who couldn’t gather his thoughts.
Kaldur and Superboy slowly made their ways, closer until their group became a bunch. “We…must contact the league. Contact the Flash.”

“Wally, everything’s going to be okay, oh…hush, hush…” Megan clung to the oblivious boy tightly. “We’re…going to have to get back to the ship, sweetheart.”

From where he was standing, Robin could actually see his little best friend tense again, bones tense and eyes wide. “Don’t go to Manchester again, Aunt Iris. P-Please?”

Megan’s throat must have dried. “I…I promise.”

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2011-03-22 12:49 am (UTC)

I'm the OP of the remprompt, and all I can say is:


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2011-03-22 01:23 am (UTC)

D: D: D: D: D:

I feel awful for wanting more omg but that was so well written
oh robin
oh wally
i don't even know which one was more heartbreaking. :(

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2011-03-22 01:25 am (UTC)


Robin you can't give Wally back to his parents! You just can't! O_______O

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2011-03-22 01:43 am (UTC)

I'm the OP of this prompt and ;--; Oh Wally my bb you poor little thing oh no, oh my bb D: This is so well-written, I can feel my heart preparing to break.

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2011-03-22 02:06 am (UTC)

Sorry OP(s?), I'm writing three meme requests at once; this one included, so updates will be pretty slow. Thanks, though!

It had been enough to alleviate Wally’s worry. He choked on a sob, eyes wider than his fists as he tried to catch his breath. It looked routine, really, how Wally closed his eyes, fingers wrapped tightly in Miss M’s hair. He took short breathes and slowly began a trek out of the abandoned movie theatre. Wally’s dry heaves turned into small, rare hiccups as he faltered, switching back and forth between breathing through his nose and breathing through his mouth.

After that, Wally was quiet despite the small shivers he convulsed every other second.

Robin stood close to Superboy and Kaldur, eyes glued solemnly to the pair floating in front of him. Their walk was silent, not one person saying a word while Wally buried his nose close in the juncture of Miss M’s shoulder. His breathing was shallow, eyes closed with concentration wrinkling the space between his brow.

Finally Robin couldn’t take it. He broke the silence as they entered the bioship, and Wally stayed firmly on Megan’s lap. “What are we going to do with him?”

As if it’d been an unspoken code that they weren’t supposed to talk, all of the older teens stared at him, eyes firmly planted against his form. Robin cringed, pretending not to notice their stares, and sat firm in his seat. The one right next to him stayed empty, and they were back to silence. Kaldur mumbled something about contacting the league once they got back to the base, and they took off in the air—far away from Phoenix, Arizona, and starting for their trip to Happy Harbor, Rhode Island.

Ten minutes into their trip, it was Wally who broke the silence. “M…May I please get off your lap?”

Everyone whirled around again, just like the first time. Wally cringed, swollen, red eyes closing slowly before he opened them again to their green pilot. “Please?”

Megan beamed. “Of course you can.”

A tiny smile curled on the little boy’s lips, cheeks filling with sanguine as he slid off the lap, stumbled, and stood at his feet, cape draped around his shoulders. Robin looked under the hood and dug for his backpack. “Thank you. For…pretending to be my aunt.”

Found it. “Wally—can you come over here?”

Wally turned his head slowly, eyebrows gluing together. He looked at the cape silhouetting his body before trudging over, small feet padding the ground. Robin slid out of his chair, knowing all eyes were on him, and lifted his sweatshirt. It was part of his civvies wear and Batman would probably kill him—but he doubted Wally liked running around naked. He pulled the cape away, frowning as Wally winced into his touch, and pulled the sweatshirt over Wally’s head. “Better?”

The redhead looked at him, silent and observant, and curled his toes. He was pretty small for a four—five(?)-year-old, the end of Robin’s sweatshirt going down to his knees. Finally, when green eyes brightened (or, Robin thought with confusion, looked less dim), Wally offered the same smile he’d given Miss M. “Th…Thank you. My name’s Wally. What’s yours?”

“You can call me Robin.” Considering how young Wally was, Dick hadn’t even begun training as an acrobat yet. Wally probably hadn’t the slightest clue what was going on.

Wally shifted, toes curling into the floor again. “I’m sorry I stole your cape. And I’m sorry I yelled at you. Dad said…Dad said not to yell at people I don’t know.”

Well. Whatever happened to these manners after Wally became KF? Robin smiled gently and placed a hand on Wally’s shoulder. His best friend suddenly winced—before slowly, ever so slowly leaning into the touch. “Your father must be a good man then, huh?”

He barely missed the way Wally’s head dipped lower. Green eyes lifted in his direction, eyes observant, then shrugged like a little, uninterested boy. “Yeah.”

What are we going to do with him? Megan. Wally…he isn’t like that. What could have upset him?

Robin was thankful for his peripheral and his domino mask. A thought came to his head. You can try reading his mind.

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2011-03-22 03:01 am (UTC)

Everyone else seemed to be giving a look of approval. As he looked back to Wally, he found the little redhead staring at his physique. “Um. Do you wanna…sit in my lap?”

Red scattered across Wally’s cheeks and he violently shook his head.
Ask, Kaldur said slowly in their heads. Ask now.

“Wally, sweetie, can you come over here over here again?” Megan smiled gently, pulling her hands away from the navigation orbs. She stood from her seat before crouching at eye-level with a small smile on her face.

Wally turned his head, hesitation fluttering across his features before he scampered off back to her. His lips curled gently and curiosity flickered in his eyes as Megan grazed his temples. “Wh…What are you doing?”

“I’m…going to read your mind,” Megan said slowly. “Is that okay?”

“You’re gonna see what I’m thinking?” Wally whispered softly. Another smile came to his face, freckles dimming less. “That’s really cool.”

“Yup! I’ll tell you what kind of cheese you’re thinking of, and what kind of pizza you like and—you know, whatever you’re thinking.” Megan flashed them a fearful look—one Wally hopefully didn’t catch. Among other things.

“What do you want me to think about?” Wally lifted his head.

“Anything!” Megan looked to them again, worry passing through her features. I’ll send you guys the feed.

“Think about…us,” Artemis said carefully. It was the first time she spoke since the mishap had happened. A soft and gentle smile spread across her lips and she lowered her gaze helpfully.

Wally gave her one look, lips pulling together tightly before he took a step back. His fingers looped tightly around Miss M’s cape.

“Close your eyes,” Robin chimed. He smiled, trying hard not to show his ulterior motives. This…wasn’t a situation Batman had ever paired him for. Should have needed to. “And just…think.”

Green eyes stared at him carefully, and Robin felt a brisk prickle climb up his arms. Wally nodded slowly, hands still fisted around Megan’s cape, and closed his eyes. Megan proceeded, hands pressed to Wally’s forehead, and the thoughts began.

I feel safe. Wally’s tiny voice sounded bubbly and tense. I feel…really safe. And Mister Robin seems really nice. And you’re really nice. You…you make me think of Aunt Iris. And Mister Robin’s as nice as my hero, the Flash.

“The Flash,” Megan said gently. She smiled softly and placed a firm hand on Wally’s shoulder. Again the little boy instinctively recoiled before falling into the touch. “You see the Flash as your hero, don’t you?”

The moment he said that, Wally’s eyes seemed to brighten to their fullest extent. He almost looked like himself fifteen years from then. A shy nod fell from his head, along with pink that swelled in his cheeks. His freckles shined, and he wiped his nose with the bright red sleeve. “He’s my hero.”

“Cool.” Robin grinned. “Flash is pretty cool.”

Red powdered Wally’s cheeks as bright as his hair, and he looked back to his feet.

“Wally…” Megan’s voice softened tenderly. “I’m going to dig deeper, okay?”
“Wh…What do you mean?”

“I’m…going to dig through your subconscious. We want to know why you were crying when we found you.”

Even in the dark luminance of the bioship, Robin could see Wally freeze. His eyes turned to mortified glass and immediately he shook his head. “N…No thank you.”

Robin frowned. So did Megan. “But, Wally—”

“I-I don’t want to play this game anymore!” Before Robin had the chance to blink, Wally had zipped over to his side, climbed his lap and had his face buried in his Kevlar. Robin opened his mouth to speak—then was suddenly jerked, Wally’s fingers digging into his uniform and nails pressing so hard that it almost hurt. Almost. “Please, I really don’t want to play this game anymore! P-Please get out of my head, I-I don’t…”

“Wally! Wally,” Robin grimaced, jerking with Wally yanking at his uniform. “It’s okay, It’s…you’re fine, KF.”

Wally was crying again. Trembling. Robin looked over to his team mates, confusion mangling the rest of him. Kaldur stood from his seat, mouth open with concern, but said nothing. Wally…still had his super speed. Silence permeated through the ship, telepathy forgotten.

Until Wally spoke again. “I’m…I’m sorry I yelled. I’m really sorry.”

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2011-03-22 03:45 am (UTC)


“So you’re like Superman?”

Superboy looked down to the little five-year-old that sat on his lap with a science encyclopedia between his fingers. Every once in a while he would tear away from No Signal when they went on commercial break and find Wally thirty pages ahead of where he was last time. Wally wiggled around tentatively on his lap, eyes glued ironically to the ‘K’s’—and Kr. He was on the page that covered krypton. Chest tightening, Superboy knew better than to stir against the little boy.

Wally was a handful. More so than usual.

“Something like that,” Superboy muttered softly. He made effort to turn the page in the book, then turned back to the TV. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wally flip straight back to the same page, Krypton at the header.

It had been hectic. Getting from Arizona to Rhode Island was one problem in its own as Kaldur repeatedly called the league to make sure they would meet at Mount Justice—and to bring clothes fit for a preschooler. Wally would look at them with timid eyes, fearfully asking, “Did I say something bad? I’m really sorry,” every ten minutes whenever the bioship was silent. Normally after a mission it was filled with chatter from said boy.
After that, they returned to the base where (wince) Superman and the rest of the supposed founding members where there to greet them. They’d been in a meeting room ever since—and Dinah had ushered him off to help give Wally a bath.

Who. Now sat on his lap now, tiny index finger following a line in the encyclopedia over the element, Krypton. “Is he your dad?"

Instinctively Superboy tensed, ready to yell at the little redhead for even mentioning the S word, but the fearful look across Wally’s face made him melt. He couldn’t throttle Wally. Wouldn’t, even under normal circumstances. “Something like that.”

“…may I tell you a secret then?” Wally relaxed slowly, body melting in stance and he slid off Superboy’s lap. The Kryptonian watched as his little friend scooted to the other side of the couch, feet dangling at the ground.

Superboy frowned, and slowly nodded. M’gann hadn’t been able to get through to him. Even after screams of ‘Aunt Iris’ and ‘Manchester,’ Wally seemed to be avoiding her as much as possible, hands over his ears like a little infant who didn’t want to hear something.

“…sometimes, I’m really, really bad.” Wally dipped his head guiltily, fiddling with the light yellow sweatshirt Dinah had bought for him. He closed his eyes, and hunched his shoulders. “And when I’m bad, Dad has to discipline me. A lot.”

Superboy stared at the boy in surprise. He took the chance to lean over, large knee touching Wally’s incredibly tiny one, and urged him to continue.

“It…hurts, but only sometimes.” Wally looked up with wide eyes, hand gingerly resting on his own shoulder. He rubbed it. “Mommy says he’s only shaping me to be a good boy, and so…so I always go with it. ‘Cause Dad just wants to shape me into a good boy. I-Is Superman ever like that? Does he shape you to be a good boy?”

Superboy’s jaw hardened. Unintentionally, he began to leer at the trembling boy before ceasing. He ran a hand through his hair, silently cursing the fact the rest of the team had been whisked away into the meeting room. Superman had forced him to stay away. Some father. Slowly he shook his head, running through everything the genomes had taught him and—child discipline. It was a common practice in other households. “No. He’s not a very good father.”

Good fathers were nurturing. Paternal. Cared very deeply for their sons, and just like Wally’s case, was looking out for his wellbeing. “So you think he’s being a good father?”

“I think he’s being exceptional.” And if Wally when he became Kid Flash turned out normal, it was clear his father had done a good job.

A smile spread across Wally’s face, relieved and shy as he crawled back onto his lap and kissed him on the cheek.

“What was that for?” Superboy blinked in surprise. His cheek was still sloppy with surprise.

“For keeping my secret.” Unabashedly, Wally began to blush and presumed his position in Superboy’s lap. He hugged the other meta tightly. “You’re so much cooler than Superman.”

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2011-03-22 10:43 pm (UTC)

Slowly, Superboy managed to smile back. He allowed his little friend to scoot closer as he turned back to the TV. Half an hour later found Wally asleep soundly on Superboy’s lap with arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He thought back to their Wally—the one who was fifteen and Robin described as, ‘incredibly dorky,’ and could only snort. Even then whenever grabbing someone by the arm or by the shoulder, Wally always kept a firm hold; like if he didn’t, then everyone would disappear.

So he only flexed his hand, slowly peeling away the book Wally had so tightly pressed to his cheek, and pulled the blanket over his shoulders. He’d…been the exact same way; the first few days. Treating everyone as though if he didn’t hold on tight enough, they’d disappear. Ironically Wally was the same one who told him gently to just ‘chill,’ and they’d been okay ever since.

“You think he’s gonna be alright?”

Not even with super hearing was Superboy able to always locate Robin. He looked from the corner of his peripheral as Robin hopped onto the couch, perching slightly like a bird at the edge of a cushion. His landing was enough to stir Wally, who softly whimpered and dug his head deeper into Superboy’s lap.

“Do you?” Superboy asked.

Robin stared at both of them carefully, eyes never leaving Wally’s stature before he slowly pushed the bangs out of Wally’s face. The boy had a mop of red curls; something that normally got canceled out by Wally’s usual crop-top. “After the disaster with Miss M, the league’s not really sure what to do with him. Flash is…oddly enough running a little late, and it kind of just spirals from there. Getting Manhunter to read his mind won’t be easy. Megan already said his brain’s working a thousand thoughts a second.”

“So he still has his powers,” Superboy said simply.

“Yup.” From behind his back, Robin whipped out a doll only bigger than his hand. The Flash. Once He realized Superboy was staring, a grin spread across his face. “Stole it from his room.”

“Is the meeting almost over?”

“Dunno,” Robin confessed. He ran a hand through his hair, fervent sigh escaping his lips. The soft steps of M’gann, Artemis, and Kaldur filled Superboy’s ears from down the hall. “What I do know is…Wally’s pretty shy. Super shy. And really…not our Wally.” A small, joking smirk spread across his lips. “Makes you wonder. How’s a cute little kid like this turn into KF—the dorky clumsy manwhore?”

Superboy cracked a wry smile. He could already see the ideas forming in Robin’s head to hold this information against Wally once he was returned to his normal age. Willing. The smirk slowly disappeared from Robin’s face, expression tight and closed together, and somehow Superboy knew they were thinking the same thing. Wally’s behavior as a little boy—crying, fearful and scared not over silly things like monsters in the closet or the dark, but actually scared.

What happened to Wally from five-to-fifteen that flipped his personality entirely?

Slowly green eyes opened, groggy and full of sand as they scanned the area around them. A tiny hand curled against his eye, yawn squeaking from his lips. He looked to the teenagers, smile wearily gracing his lips. He waved. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Robin chirped. He held the Flash doll out again, this time waving it in the little boy’s face. All of the weariness disappeared from Wally’s face, disappearing into pure surprise and glee. “Do you want it?”

“M-May I please have it?” Wally’s shock was surreal. Superboy bit back a smile.

“It’s yours, kid—” Wally snatched it from Robin’s grasp before either one of them had the chance to blink. Robin grinned. “Literally.”

“Thank you!” Wally gasped. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you--” They watched as he hugged the Flash doll tight to his chest, freckles brightening with a light flush. Wally held it tightly between his tiny fists just as the rest of their teammates returned.

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2011-03-23 12:26 am (UTC)

From what little knowledge Superboy had of Wally’s parents, logic claimed giving parents their son who was ten years older than he should have been wasn’t a good idea. Superboy stared at the little boy lightly, watching as green eyes glistened as solidly as glass before he scampered a good three feet from them at super speed.

“The league,” Kaldur started softly, and Wally twitched. A look of worry twisted across his face, and the falter in their leader’s voice wasn’t all too soothing. “is still trying to figure out what is in your best interest for your current…condition, Wally. It would be best if for the time being, you stayed with us.”

Wally’s large eyes doubled with horror. He furiously shook his head—at super speed, even, and the red returned to his cheek—confused and flustered as ever. “I-I…n-no. I-I can…Dad must be worried.”

“We can call him if you want,” Megan smiled softly.
In response Wally only twitched, tentative steps taken back. He began to murmur—sputter things quietly under his breath. “I just…want to get back to Dad before…something bad happens.”

“Daddy complex much?” Artemis muttered under her breath.

Megan giggled, hands tucked behind her. “I think it’s kind of cute.”

Robin was first to leave his spot and console the boy. Confident smile spread across his face, he grazed across the couch and pulled Wally onto his hip. “We’ll call your dad and make sure he knows that you’re okay, alright? You look hungry. Are you hungry?”

Tentatively, Wally looked back at him, then nodded. “I’m…a little hungry. Y-You don’t have to—” Growl. “F…feed me if you d-don’t want to.”
“Gotta, dude.” Robin lifted Wally—though it was a struggle. He readjusted the little boy straddled to his hip and navigated them to the kitchen. A cheerful grin spread across his lips. “You like lasagna? We’ll make lasagna.”

Lasagna was Wally’s favorite. Superboy exchanged smiles softly with their leader, and wordlessly the team made their way behind their youngest team mates. Both girls took charge and dug through the refrigerator before Robin fell back into their little cluster near the counter.

“Must be nice to be close to your dad,” Robin commented. He smiled sadly, arms crossed as he sat on a stool. “Batman…is my father, but there are some boundaries you just can’t approach when it comes to the Bat. Plus? He really sucks at giving ‘the Talk.’”

Kaldur coughed, hand pressing against his mouth. He only did that when he was trying not to laugh, and Robin filled the void for him with a fit of giggles. Superboy snorted.

“I…never knew my father,” Kaldur said slowly. His eyes followed their speedster slowly. “He left the day of my birth. Since then I’ve been raised by mother and—Tula and Garth. I love them as if they were my brother and sister.”

Superboy shifted uncomfortably, eyes returning to Wally as he sat under the cupboard with a measuring up in his hand. They all knew his father didn’t win Father of the Year, either. “Wally says I’m better than Superman.”

Wally looked to both girls, complexion blanched each time M’gann would come his way. His eyes slowly followed both of them across the room and he stared at—

Alright, kid.” Artemis rolled her eyes ten minutes into cooking. “Why do you keep staring at me?”

He dropped the measuring cup full of flour with a squeak and a horrified expression. Wally dropped to his feet, stumbling as he scooped remains of flour into the cup. “I-I’msosorry,I-I’llcleanitupIswear—”

Wally…” Robin swiftly darted across the room, Superboy grabbed a rag and Kaldur ran water in the sink.

Wally was still an incoherent mess when they got there, hands as white as the flour. He stared at all of them, eyebrows furrowed and tears streaking down his face. “I’msorryI’msorrypleasedon’t—p-pleasedon’t—

“You’re fine,” Superboy said quietly. He pulled the boy into his arms and looked at the mess. Wally whimpered into his neck, tears choking in his throat and that moment Superboy wished he didn’t have super hearing. That he couldn’t hear his friend sobbing.

Robin stood up and scowled. “You see what you did?!”

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2011-03-23 08:46 pm (UTC)

She gaped. “What I did?”

“You scared him!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose—I know how to handle a child!”

“Hahaha! Really?”

“Please don’t yell,” Wally breathed. He clasped both tiny hands over his ears, eyes wide and small body trembling. Suddenly he wiggled, writhing as Superboy reassuringly tightened his grip and began to vibrate. “Pleasedon’tyellpleasedon’tyellpleasedon’t—


Wally pushed against Superboy’s arms, and fell to the ground with a thud on his bottom, whimpering with hands clamped over his ears and tears streaming down his face before he ran out of the room. Fast.


Barry had heard rumors about his favorite (well, only--but still favorite) nephew being turned into a little kid. At first he laughed—grinning at the preposterous idea while Bruce tried to keep a tight lip over his comm.-link, then ran through the possibilities. Klarion? Probably. Or Kid seriously became a kid after screwing up with a chemical—but the possibility of Wally jacking up an experiment when it came to chemistry was a probability of one to a quintillion. However, the probability of his nephew being an idiot, running his mouth, and probably pissing off a few magicians-who-were-real-magicians happened 73% of the time. So. Magic won, despite the fact he’d probably get lip about how “magic wasn’t real” from Wally later.

So, after taking down Grodd, taking down Captain Boomerang and rescuing a few old lady purses, he zipped to the mountain. It’d only been an hour, from what he heard, since the team had gotten back from Phoenix, and he doubted something went wrong. Unless Superman decided to play Superdaddy in front of Superboy, or if Bruce glared at the little boy and caused trauma and the need for a therapist for years to come, he was sure the kids would have handled him fine. Barry had seen plenty pictures of Iris and her nephew from when they were little, but they hadn’t met until the boy was ten. Wally, she explained, wasn’t exactly under her custody, but might as well be.

After all, Barry thought with a roll of his eyes. The boy was at their small house now six out of seven times a week. Five, now—if you included their team. He wondered what Wally was like. At ten, Wally had the cutest little smile and sweetest personality and well. Now he ate a lot.

Hm. Scratching his head, Barry passed the ‘Welcome to Happy Harbor’ sign near the outskirts of the city and zipped through to Mount Justice.

He didn’t expect to enter their old HQ and find it in complete chaos. Diana and Clark were flying through the halls, Bruce had a walkie-talkie in his hands, and Hal was doing a search with his ring. Even the kids seemed to be jumping around everywhere with pained looks on their face.

“Robin, Batman.” Barry zipped to their sides as they exchanged something that looked like schematics. “Where’s Wally?”

In a symphony anyone currently in the cockpit suddenly blanched, expressions paler than a white sheet. Aqualad and Robin shared looks of dismay and looked to the ground with frustration.

“We…lost him,” Kaldur started softly. “He ran away.”

What?” Barry’s eyes widened. Wally at ten was a sweet child. Wally at five must have been scared to death. “Is he still in the cave?”

Both boys nodded firmly. Batman looked at him. “Flash—”

“I’ll go look for him.” Barry zipped down the hall, whirring around Black Canary and Red Tornado in the process. He stopped in the kitchen and stared at the two teenage girls. “Are you girls cooking?”

Artemis and M’gann looked his way with distant expressions. M’gann nodded slowly and levitated what looked like a bag of flour into a dish. Um. “We’re making lasagna.”

Ah. “You girls spoil him.” Chuckling softly, Flash sprinted down the hall full of rooms, zipped through each one before pausing at the last one. A faint hum whispered in his ears; so high-pitched it could have been mistaken as hums of the wires. He zipped through, eyes darting everywhere to what looked like memorabilia and souvenirs and—a little boy huddled in the corner. “Wally?”

Large green eyes slowly looked up, rippling with tears, and—aw, he sniffled. “D…Daddy?”

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2011-03-24 02:21 am (UTC)

“Sorry, kid. Not your father. Everyone’s looking for you though.” Flash smiled gently, taking small strides to get across the room before he came to a crouch two feet away from his nephew. Wally flinched, scurrying back to the wall behind him before he realized he was trapped. “I’m your un—the Flash. See the lightning bolt?” Right. Iris and he didn’t get married until Wally was around ten, and they hadn’t met until a few months earlier.

For a moment all Wally did was stare at him. Large eyes stared at him like glass, and he used a sleeve glorified with snot and boogers and tears to wipe his face. Barry zipped to the nightstand, grabbed a box of tissues, and returned. Just as cutely, Wally gasped and clasped hands over his open mouth. “You’re the F-Flash!”

“Hi, Kid.” Barry surfed through the knowledge of parenting books that he’d read over the year, pulled two tissues from the box and pinched Wally’s nose. “Blow?”

Wally nodded eagerly, eyes brightening with glee. There was his Wally—sweet, cheerful, and a little boy who got to meet his hero. Warmth fluttered through Barry’s chest and he bit back the urge to chuckle. He was his nephew’s hero. And was getting to see said nephew’s hero worship in its purest form. Cute.

“I heard you ran away,” he said softly. Flash pulled Wally into his arms and—wow. Wally was tiny. Underweight and smaller than most kids, if anything.

A petite palm took grasp of his chest, green eyes dimming with sadness and a new set of tears began to make their way down his cheeks.

“Whoa, whoa, Kid. No one’s mad at you—the girls are making you lasagna. Almost done, actually.” Oh God, this kid was sensitive. Kid Flash could take a punch or a dozen then say something to emotionally scar someone for life. Thought highlighted, Barry winced as fingernails dug into his uniform and slid Wally onto the bed. He fell into a crouch, small smile across his lips and looked to Wally gently. The boy looked like he’d been caught red-handed on the ground. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

Wally shook his head.

“You sure?”

Wally nodded.

“You wanna not not tell me what happened?”

Wally shook his head—then nodded, then—shook his head again, demeanor breaking character as his eyebrows contorted with adorable confusion. He looked to Flash, feet dangling at the end of the bed and noticed Barry’s smirk. “D-Does this mean I have to tell you now?”

Fortunately getting a little kid to talk was incredibly easy if you used the right word. Barry patted Wally’s head softly, reassuring him that everything was alright. “I do believe so, kid. You can keep a promise, can’t you?”

At those words Wally surprisingly flinched. He wrapped a hand around Barry’s wrist, mouth open and ready to say something—before closing it again. Wilting, Wally’s fingers fell to the mattress and he ducked his head, pink fervently coming to his cheeks. “I spilled flour on the floor. A-And then Mister Robin got mad and Miss Artemis got mad back. And…and whenever Mommy and Dad got mad at each other back home, I’d go up to my room. I-I don’t like it when people yell.”

Rudy and Mary? Huh. Barry smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair again. It was long and in a mop of cowlicks, and simply matched Wally’s freckles. No wonder the Kid always gelled it back whenever they were on duty. “Did you start crying, Wally, when the flour hit the ground?”

His little nephew looked up again, eyes flickering with confusion. Suddenly he nodded, embarrassment leaking through.

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2011-03-24 02:23 am (UTC)

“There. That’s why, Kid. They were yelling because they were afraid that they upset you.” He remembered this specifically in one of Iris’s parenting books—and from his own experience. Outside forces of chaos—you know, loud noises, explosions, the occasional Rogue screaming for attention—kinda made kids cry. Artemis was feisty and Robin unsurprisingly knew how to give a lot of lip. Barry also knew, however, that the stress could go both ways. Grazing a hand down Wally’s cheek, he was surprised to see small fingers grasping his wrist again, tight, and for Wally’s fluid green eyes to harden as glass. Wally was attentive, yes, but this string of advice apparently meant a lot. “Sometimes grownups are scared too. And they get frustrated a lot—but they always mean well. Mister Robin and Miss Artemis really love you. They yelled because they were scared.”

“Are you ever scared for your son?” Wally looked up to him with gleaming curiosity.

Uh. “I don’t have a son, Kid. I’ve got a nephew.” That I love like a son, Barry decided not to voice. He smiled knowingly to the curious look that passed over said nephew’s face.

Wally crawled to the other side of the bed and picked up a picture frame Barry hadn’t noticed. He came back, small fingers wrapped around a metal frame with the letters that spelled out, ‘Super Best Friends!’ and pointed to Kid Flash, who had Robin wrapped in a headlock. “Is that your nephew?”

Barry laughed. He chuckled softly, head in the air before he picked up the frame and smiled. “Yes. Though how he was able to get Robin in a headlock is beyond me.”

He waited while bright green eyes stared at him again inquisitively, hands tucked between tiny knees. Barry made a mental note to take as many pictures of little Wally as possible. He was just so cute. “Do you love him?”

“Well, sometimes I’ve got to smack him upside the head for being an idiot, but—” Barry’s demeanor wilted softly and he grinned, pulling Wally back into his grasp. “Yeah. I love him like he was my son. Hey, I think the lasagna’s done now. And everyone’s still looking for you.”

Wally fell silent, eyes at his boots. “I wish I was your nephew.”
Giggle. Barry decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to giggle. “Lasagna? Your favorite, right?”

Tentatively his nephew shook his head before staring at the clock on his nightstand. Then, he buried his head into Barry’s chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. “Take me to my dad?”

“You sure, Kid? Wally?” Barry kept dead still. If he fidgeted even the slightest, Wally would stiffen and tighten his hold. “How about we check on the team first; make sure Mister Robin and Miss Artemis are alright?”

It was hesitant and subtle, but Wally nodded into his skin and buried his face closer—if possible. Barry made a slow trek out the room, vibrating soothingly against Wally’s form and fortunately it seemed to work. The little guy slackened his hold, breathing loose against his uncle’s skin.

The minute they got into the kitchen, they were bombarded by the rest of the team. Barry took a step back in surprise as Robin nearly tackled him over to inspect Wally, then shrunk a little under Superboy’s overprotective glare, and even Aqualad had cautiously poked the boy.

“Wally! Are you alright? Oh, God, we were so worried!” Robin put a hand on his chest and sighed with relief.

Wally looked up with stun, cheeks flushed almost feverishly. He looked to all of them, eyebrows furrowed before scooting out of Barry’s grasp with a hesitant expression and toddling into the kitchen.

“Wally!” M’gann extended her arms to hug him. The boy flinched and turned his head to Artemis.

“’MmsorryIyelled,” he said, face blushing darker. “You’rereallyprettylikeAuntIrisandIthinkAuntIrisispretty.”

Artemis blinked, entire body slackening. Barry bit his lip to keep from laughing and crossed his arms. Wally may have been borderline learning about his powers (and, oh dear, he still had his powers. Huh.), but he was getting the hang of speedster talk. Artemis seemed to sort through the words before a small smile spread across her lips and she fell to a kneel. “You want a hug?”

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2011-03-24 02:25 am (UTC)

Bashfully, Wally rocked between his feet with his hands behind his back before striding forward and into Artemis’s arms. They stayed like that for what felt like ages. Finally they departed, and he raised his head to M’gann with his arms stretched out.

It went on for fifteen minutes; Barry idling near the couch as he watched Wally go up to every one of his teammates and giving them tight hugs. He’d whisper things in their ears with an eager smile until finally, Wally turned back to him, smile brighter than it was before. “Can you take me to Mommy and Dad now?”

“You don’t want to eat first?” Barry arched an eyebrow.

Wally looked at him speculatively before scurrying back to the kitchen.

“We speculate that when Klarion turned him into a small child, his mindset was also regressed to the exact time ten years prior to the present.” Kaldur crossed his arms and offered a concerned expression. “We found him scared and alone. Is it possible that he was held hostage and that you saved him years ago, Flash?”

“Well…” Barry blinked. He had a good understanding of Wally and knew those freckles, eyes, and blinding red hair weren’t unmistakable. Though he lacked a photographic memory, Wally’s face would have been the many he remembered saving—


“Omigod, Wally!” They looked over to the kitchen and found M’gann crouched over, levitating a glass of water from the sink. “Is it too hot?”

“N-No, I—” Wally had a hand firm over his mouth, muffled voice coming out before his expression relaxed. He caught the cup of water as it came his way, then stuck his tongue out. “It…doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“You sure?” Artemis cautiously inspected him before pushing the water closer to his lips. “Drink.”

“Speedster healing,” Robin whispered next to Barry with a grin. “Right?”

Barry nodded. That little trick came in pretty handy if Wally ever got into a fight too big for him. After another moment, Wally scurried back to his side, comfortable smile across his face as he raised his hands and demanded to be picked up. Obliging, he gave his nephew one more look. “That was one bite. Are you sure you don’t want to eat more?”

Wally nodded fervently. “Mommy will make me something when I get home. I…I just want to see Dad.”

Rudy must have kept his son on an incredibly short leash if his son was this insistent. Smiling cheerfully, Flash nodded. “Just let me out with the league and we’ll leave, alright?”

In return Wally nodded, fingers tucked tightly in the material of the Flash suit. God, he was just a cute kid.

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Mommy and Dad weren’t telling him something. Wally figured that out the moment the Flash made it to his house when Mommy smiled enthusiastically, opened her mouth to say something, then was immediately hushed. He didn’t miss the way Mommy’s eyes would look at him, and he probably made it worse by hiding his face in the Flash’s neck. The Flash was really nice and Wally made sure to smile and thank him for taking him home. He did what Mommy always told him to do when someone took him home: hug her, kiss her cheek, and then leave the room so they could all talk. Mommy told him so long as he did that, then everything would be okay.

Mommy also hated questions, so Wally never asked why. He didn’t expect for the Flash to come into his house, and knew to keep his mouth shut when Dad came down stairs. For a long time, Dad stared at him and he pretended he was reading a Magic School Bus book from the bottom shelf. Then Dad went into the kitchen and the Flash still hadn’t left.

There was a lot of yelling, and he winced. Dad…wouldn’t hurt the Flash, would he? H-He couldn’t. The Flash was really strong, and could probably kick Dad.

But…Dad was stronger and—

“Kid,” the Flash’s voice called from down the hall. Wally obediently slid off the couch and toddled into the hallway near the door. Flash smiled with relief and petted him on the head. “I’m leaving now. But I’m going to come and pick you up Friday night, alright?”

Wally stared at him in surprise. “Wh…Why?” Did he do something wrong? Did he make Dad angry again? Without even realizing it he began to tremble. Dad was scary when he was angry. He yelled when he was angry.

“To see Miss Artemis and Mister Robin and Mister…well, everyone.” Flash petted him on the head again, stood up, and looked in a different direction. Wally noticed his parents standing behind them. “Treat him…like you do. Like you did when he was your five-year-old son.”

What was the Flash talking about? Wally was five, but why would they treat him differently? Mommy nodded and Dad stared—glared, even, and Wally pretended not to notice. So long as he pretended not to notice, then Dad wouldn’t do anything. So long as he was a good kid, Dad wouldn’t do anything.

“Bye, Kid. Bye Mary, bye Rudy.”

“Bye.” Wally smiled weakly, hand climbing to his shoulder—then winced. But it didn’t hurt. For some reason, it just didn’t hurt anymore, even though he remembered being slammed into the bookshelf. Mister Robin said that he was a fast healer and like the Flash or something. He smiled, happy to have something in common with the Flash.

The Flash left through the door and they waited. Wally rocked between his heels and turned around.

Mommy and Dad looked older, somehow. But then he remembered, Aunt Iris and he used to joke around that they looked a kajillion years old.

Finally after a long uncomfortable silence, Dad spoke up. His hand twitched and it took Wally all his willpower not to flinch. “Go to your room. We’ll bring you supper. Don’t leave.”

“N…Not even for the bathroom?”

“Don’t leave unless we tell you to.” Dad was using that voice.

Suddenly Wally blanched, remembering he wasn’t allowed to ask questions. He nodded quickly and scampered up the stairs, hands tightly gripping the banister.

Mister Superboy said that it was normal. That Dad was being exceptional. And he implied that Dad was a better father than Superman—which was a compliment. It was hard to be better than Superman and he could trust Mister Superboy because Mister Superboy promised to keep his secret.

And the Flash said that he hit his nephew a lot, too, because he could be idiotic. But he also said that his nephew was an idiot, and loved him.
Wally halted at the last step in the staircase. He looked down and watched Dad pull Mommy into a hug and warm embrace.

A smile graced his own lips, and Wally clutched his shoulder. The Flash was his hero and wouldn’t lie to him, and Mister Robin and Mister Kaldur and Mister Superboy and Miss Megan and Miss Artemis were really nice. They wouldn’t lie to him, either.

And so long as he was a good kid, Dad wouldn’t do anything.

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2011-03-25 02:01 am (UTC)


Despite getting doused with chemicals and suddenly gaining superspeed, Barry was actually a very patient man. Unlike his nephew, who would always complain if they were the slightest bit late for an event, Barry still enjoyed his long strides just being able to walk. On some days so did Wally, but getting a hyperactive teen to sit still for a solid two minutes was a challenge all its own unless you were willing to empty your pocket and buy him forty dollars worth of food.

However, when it involved his little nephew who most definitely ran his mouth to the Witch Boy (a situation he caught Bruce grumbling about just as he got back to the Watchtower), Barry couldn’t have been any more impatient to visit. There were troubles, of course, because at the tender age of five Iris and he hadn’t even been dating yet, let alone marriage. Iris was out of town for the next week to cover the new opening of a new museum in Star City (something that was apparently beneficial to Central City’s reputation), and she had already gotten used to their mishaps as Flash and Kid Flash. So it wasn’t worth mentioning, and Barry had a right mind thinking that by the time she got back, Wally would be back to normal and mooching off their ice cream.

Of course, Barry taking care of five-year-old Wally was as bad to the little boy as being handled by a stranger, so it left the West-Allen house incredibly quiet. The moment he was able to get off of work and stopped two muggings (Central City was incredibly quiet that night), he made a U-Turn to go visit Rudy and Mary and check up on Wally. It was Monday night, and although they got into a tense discussion about what to do with Wally since he obviously couldn’t be enrolled in school until this was over (and they obviously couldn’t go to CHS and deliver an excused note going: ‘Got turned into a five-year-old boy; leave the makeup work at the front door--thanks, Principal John), and both Rudy and Mary were used to having a fifteen-year-old son who, again, stayed over at the West-Allen house more than a grown boy should.

Not that Barry was ever annoyed. He smiled a little.

“C’mon, Len,” he called, swiveling as Captain Cold shot a ray his direction. It missed with ease and instead hit a poor mailbox. “I’m in a hurry here. How’s the wife, by the way?”

Captain Cold cackled and wrinkled his nose. “Since when are you in a hurry, Flash?”

Flash took that moment to punch out Captain Cold and recollect all the bags of ice (really? As Kid Flash would say: “We’re seriously gonna have to teach you how to be a proper villain.”) before returning to Captain Cold’s side. He grabbed the gun and double knotted his arch-nemesis’s wrists. “The Kid’s been turned into—well, a kid. I’m going to check on him.”

Predictably, Len’s eyes widened behind his oddly colored glasses. “Kid Flash is now Baby Flash?”

“Ish. Keep it on the DL, will you?” Barry grinned behind his cowl. “What’s it gonna be, Captain Cold? You want a personal drop-off or take the cab?”
Captain Cold sighed dramatically. “Cab. Leave me with some dignity, Flasher. AND I HATE YOU!”

“Sure, sure.” Quickly Barry called the cops, gave them the precise date, and then he was off to the suburban parts of Central City; straight to the West Home. It wasn’t often that they ever visited Mary and Rudy—mostly because the only family they ever really had over were the Garricks. The West-Allen house was always a lively bunch, and Barry hadn’t seen much of the Wests’ Residence unless he was escorting Wally home—something the boy quickly got fed up with after the age of thirteen. Quickly changing out of his uniform, Barry smoothed out his sweater vest and rang the doorbell.

It took a good five minutes, standing at the door and waiting for Rudy or Mary to come to the door. He quickly checked the garage and—yup, Rudy’s beat up station wagon was definitely up front. Finally, the door creaked open and Mary peered with a tight smile across her face. “Barry! What a pleasant surprise!”

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“Nice to see you too, Mary.” Barry smiled and settled on a casual tone. The years he’d known Mary and Rudy weren’t necessarily pleasant. Mary was a rather highstrung woman who strived for perfection. Iris made this point clear the first time they met the relatives. “How’s Wally?”

If he wasn’t a speedster, he would have missed the quick way Mary’s lip had twitched, along with the glass-look that hardened across her face. “Oh…you know. Wally’s Wally. Rudy and he are spending some father-son time together.”

“I would think that you would enjoy his company as a little boy.” Grinning this time, Barry made it through the door despite Mary’s firm grasp on the knob. He looked around, expecting a turbulence and tornado from his favorite (and only) nephew, but found nothing. The living room looked neat and the same, the chinas looked untouched, and there weren’t any scribbles on the wall. “Wow. I kinda expected Wally to be a walking disaster.”

He didn’t miss the way it took Mary four hesitant seconds to close the door, and realized why.

“We don’t have to tell him that I’m his uncle, you know.” Barry smirked lightly. “Iris’s told me stories about clingy he used to be. I don’t mind—he probably thinks I’m stealing her or something.”

Mary chuckled in that hollow way she did that both brought Barry at ease and made his spine grow cold. He supposed after two years it was still hard to cope with the fact her son was going out and fighting crime. “He certainly loves Iris. With good reason, I suppose.”

“No one can replace the love of a mother,” Barry chirped. Though some could try. He’d seen for himself the way Wally would follow his aunt around like a lost puppy before the same behavior had turned to him—with Wally following his every step through eyes bigger than Batman’s fists. How many times, again, did Barry say he loved Wally like a son? Not to his face—but close enough.

“I’m going to go check on the boys now,” Mary said. She smiled again, thin lips twisting across her face as she placed a hand on the banister. “We just finished having dinner, but there are certainly leftovers.”

“Thanks. With Iris out of the house I can’t really cook by myself,” Barry joked. He flashed a grin, chuckling before he disappeared into the kitchen and Mary’s soft steps ascended upstairs. True to her word, there was tupperware filled with macaroni, mashed potatoes, and meat loaf. He threw them in the microwave and waited for it to heat up.

At the same time, soft-padded feet were slowly sliding down the stairs. Wally. Barry tried to hide his eagerness as he turned around, bold smile across his face, but immediately frowned as he saw tiny hands clutch the wall and the grayness that complimented his little nephew’s skin.
Green eyes looked at him, dull as ever with his lip bit and a dainty hand fisted into his shirt.

“H…Hey, little guy.” Barry felt his throat grow dry as Wally stared through his form and at the microwave above the oven. “You hungry?”

Wally nodded eagerly—then slowly.

Struggling for a smile, Barry pulled the macaroni out of the microwave the moment it beeped and scraped half into a plate. He took Wally’s hand—who for some reason immediately flinched, eyes going wide before receding—and placed him sturdily on a pile of phonebooks that accompanied a chair on the family table. Wally was, after all, a short kid.

His little nephew stared at the food, eyes blank and contemplative with a fork too large in his hand before putting some in his mouth.
His metabolism, Barry thought immediately. The moment Rudy and Mary made their way downstairs, he zipped them into the hallway with an eyebrow arched. “Have you guys been feeding him?”

It probably would have been a better interrogation if it wasn’t the fact he spoke before thinking. Not only that, but judging from the appalled look that complimented Mary’s face, asking a mother if she was capable of nurturing her child crossed the line to an incredible amount. “Of course we have! Just like we did when he was but a little boy!”

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“Well, you’re not feeding him enough.” Insert-Foot-In-Mouth times 2. Barry ran a hand through his short hair, apologetic look (or at least he hoped it looked that way) spread across his features as he gestured to Wally, who was continuing to eat the rest of his macaroni, color returning to his face. “He’s still got all his powers, and twice the metabolism of a five-year-old boy now. I—”

“I know how to feed my child, Mr. Allen.” Times 3. Mary looked at him shrewdly, hands on her hips and scowl forming across her face.

“I’m not saying you don’t,” Barry said slowly. This conversation was not going as well as he hoped. “But Wally is a growing boy, and—”

“Mary has a point, Barry.” Rudy gave him a pointed look, expression bleak as he placed a gentle hand over his wife’s wrist and frowned. “Perhaps you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“But—I…” He looked back to his nephew, eyebrows furrowed, but clearly after the macaroni Wally looked at least a little bit better. Green eyes peered his way, concerned and hesitant, and then Wally dropped the spoon completely. Barry sighed and looked between Rudy and Mary. He’d told them specifically to take care of Wally as if Wally was just a five-year-old boy again, and at five Wally didn’t have his powers. Not only that, but Iris normally cooked for the both of them. Having to compensate for Wally’s appetite just wasn’t something up his parents’ alley. “Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

In-Laws could be scary. Rudy gave him a stern look and opened his mouth to speak, but Mary beat him to it. “If we put this all past us, we can behave like civilized people. For Wally’s sake.”

The way Wally looked at him, eyes large and glowing with curiosity and head tilted—the idea seemed tempting.

“No, I—I’ll pick up some food somewhere else. And then check on the progress getting Wally back to his normal age.” Because he really missed his not-son.


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2011-03-25 02:08 am (UTC)

Just for the record; I haven't done much research on child abuse; my mind kinda kept twisting with its own logic when I wrote this,and the "brother" Mary refers to are pictures of Wally as a teenager--something that'll be addressed later; but I figure you might want it cleared up now. c': Oh, and had to split this up in two. Ugh.

Dad was mad.

The moment the door slammed and whoever their house guest was had left, Dad had turned his sights to him. Wally pretended not to notice; he just stared at the macaroni that he wasn’t supposed to eat. Mommy had been really mad the entire day, too. She had to take the entire day off to watch him, and he didn’t know why. Why couldn’t he go to school? Why did his room look like a big kid’s room? Why were there pictures of some other boy on their wall?

And Mommy was nicer than Dad. He asked her these questions—hoped that they didn’t sound too annoying or too prodding because Mommy hated it when he prodded. Wally figured out a long time ago just to find things out for himself, and not ask questions. But he was confused. He decided to wait twenty minutes each time before asking a question—but Mommy caught on. She was smart that way, and when he asked about the big boy on the wall, she snapped at him.

He was your brother, and he was a really bad brother, so we got rid of him, she said icily. So if you’re not good to Mommy and Daddy, we’ll get rid of you too, just like your brother.

It took two minutes, Wally counted as he pretended not to look at the clock on their Mister Coffee. Dad left him alone for two minutes, not saying anything until he stepped into the kitchen. The longer Dad waited to talk to him, the more of a problem it was. Wally did a mental check of everything he did prior to leaving downstairs, but already knew what was wrong. Mommy and Dad said he wasn’t allowed to have dinner tonight, and he also talked to a stranger—and Mommy and Dad said never to talk to strangers.

“Do you know what you did wrong, Wallace?” Dad’s voice was like lightning: loud, unavoidable, and caused discharges like thunder—if he didn’t strike his voice, he stroke with…with…

“No sir,” Wally whispered. His voice sounded scratchy and it hurt to talk. He knew it would hurt more if he didn’t talk though.

“Are you done eating, Wallace?”

“Yes sir.” Wally stayed still. He recited all the elements of the periodic table in his head—then their atomic weight, their atomic number, the number of protons; the charges—anything. Everything.

He cried out in pain as Dad lifted him up by the arm, three feet above the ground. Dad’s hands were big. They h-hurt, but he knew protesting only made it worse. Dad didn’t like it when he protested. “We told you not to eat, Wallace. Do you want to end up like your brother?”

“N…No sir—” He stuttered. Wally shook his head and felt his body tremble.

“It’s very rude not to look your father in the eye when he’s talking to you, Wallace.” Mommy walked by and Wally immediately looked to his father. Dad was angry. He was angry and scary and really, really scary. “Do you want to end up like your brother?”

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Wally shook his head furiously. “N-No ma’am.”

“Brother?” Dad repeated. And for some reason he only bellowed—the low laugh that forced Wally to keep from shedding tears. “You know what this means, Wallace?”

“B-But I—” N-No, protesting was bad. Wally’s eyes widened and he felt his face burn with scalding heat. His wrist hurt—he was sure he heard it crunch, but already Dad was yanking him back toward the laundry room. Wally skidded his feet—did everything to keep it from happening—then closed his eyes as his forehead hit the shelf with the detergents. The impact scattered his brain—forehead tingling in pain against the hum of their washer.

“You’re not supposed to protest, Wallace,” Mommy said sweetly. “You have to behave for your parents. So you don’t end up like your brother. We love you, Wallace.”

“I…I,” Wally clutched his head and stared at the three whirring images of his parents. “I love you t…too.”

“It’s not us, Wallace.” Mommy flicked the light and darkness settled in around Wally. He whimpered, tears stinging the raw skin of his cheeks—but also knew better. Dad was g-glaring again. “It’s you.”

The door slammed shut, and dizzily Wally ran toward the door—pounded against it; punched it until he got tired. His forehead and his wrist didn’t hurt anymore—but he couldn’t understand why he was healing so fast. Wally trembled against the door, knees falling weak.

He’d just gotten out of the room, for being a good boy. But…Wally shook his head. Those weren’t the thoughts to have. It was his fault. Dad was shaping him into a good person.

Trembling against the door, Wally curled into the door. He had done bad and this was his punishment—and Dad was being a good dad. The Flash said that he’d be back this weekend and he’d get to see Mister Robin and Mister Kaldur and Mister Superboy and Miss Artemis and Miss Martian.

Curling tighter, Wally bit back his sniffle and closed his eyes. He was really sleepy. And kinda hungry, too.

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It wasn’t so much that Dick didn’t know how to wait. When you lived with someone whose responses were limited to grunts and scowls, you had to have the patience to deal with it. However, every time he had the chance to catch up on his well-needed two hours of sleep a night, he was met with the soft cries and yelps in his ears of his best friend. Wally’s small, lithe form; his tiny hands, big eyes and the scrawniness that went with it, and seemed to be drowned out by incandescent tears that dripped down his face.

Dick couldn’t wait to see Wally. Literally.

Jumping into the back of the Wayne limousine, he quickly ruffled the gel out of his hair and yanked the tie off his school uniform. He looked to the mirror, adjusting his hair to fit Robin to the very last strand and smiled at his driver. “Hi, Alfie.”

Alfred smiled back, though mildly, and proceeded with the road toward the manor. “Master Richard. Any homework?”

“Nope. They don’t call it homework unless you’ve got to do it at home, which,” Dick split into a wide grin, “is fairly misleading. Just need to grab my shades and zeta-beam to Central City with the gang.”

“Has Master Bruce allowed this?” Alfred arched an eyebrow.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him—”

“The last time you did that, Master Richard, you, Mister Kid Flash, and Mister Aqualad severed private property.”

“And ended up with a new friend! Who totally is astrous now. Honest.” Dick wiggled his eyebrows, smirking casually as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Just tell Bruce that I’m doing…homework.”

“Homework doesn’t count if you are not at home, Master Richard.”

“Now you’re just being a killjoy.”

Saying his goodbye to Alfred once they made it into the garage, Dick jumped out the car window (pshh, and Bruce thought he was getting too old for that) and shed his clothes before he was well-adapted to civvies-Robin. He robbed the R-Cycle—“What the hel—!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You totally jacked my wheels!” Robin scowled, whirling around until he came face-to-face with the batcave computer and crossed his arms. Bruce Wayne stared back, expression stern and blank.

“You’re off duty until weekends, Dick.”

“I know, but…” He bit his lip, gauntlets covering his elbows as he looked back to Bruce, eyebrows furrowed. “Can’t I see him? You and Flash are keeping this whole thing tight-knit around is. For all I know, you’re not even going to let us go find Klar—that’s totally it, isn’t it!? You’re not going to let us find Klarion ourselves!”
Bruce’s silence was enough.

“Bruce! He’s our team mate!” He jabbed an accusing finger to the partner that was treating him like a sidekick again. “It’s our problem!”

“Vengeance aside, Dick, you’ve seen the results of Kid Flash’s confrontation with Klarion the Witch Boy.” Bruce’s eyes narrowed in that annoying way which meant absolutely nothing would get that batarang out of his ass. His look was stern, lips tight without the cowl. “The league doesn’t want to risk your involvement with Klarion. As silly as the situation appears, it’s too much for your team.”

“Too much for the team? Hahaha!” Robin tossed his head back and laughed sourly. Narrowing his eyes behind the mask, he scowled and stood his ground. “You didn’t see him, Bruce. You didn’t see how scared he was, and this isn’t just one of your silly paperwork deals. It’s got to be handled now.

“No.” Batarang in ass? Maybe two. Or three. Definitely the cryogenic kind. Bruce didn’t so much as bat an eyelash at him before his fingers surfaced on a familiar button that let Dick now the conversation was as good as done. “And you can’t visit him, either. This discussion is over.”

“Bruce—!” The line cut off and the computer went blank. “Ugh.

Robin tossed his helmet aside. Hotwiring the Batmobile again seemed like a valid option, but somehow didn’t fill him with as much satisfaction. Bruce was babying him. Thinking about it again, Dick only snorted as he peeled the mask off his face. What he wouldn’t kill for a father like Wally’s; someone who knew Wally had powers and still accepted him wholeheartedly.

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