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Not Fast Enough	By : DameonGrey Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 11131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Justice League or the Flash. This is a non-profit fanfiction and I am not being paid in anyway to write this.

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( is this really not uploading to AAF?) Another huge thanks to Kyer once again for reviewing this for me on such short notice! It's been sitting in my fanfic folder collecting dust while I tried to decide if I liked it or not. The thing is, I'm going on a huge camping trip for four days, COMPLETELY SECLUDED (and I like it that way) so I will miss the interwebz. I hope to come back to some fun reviews ^^ mostly because it'll kill me to not be able to check up on this every hour of the day after I submit the new chapter. XD I know you know what I mean. I always obsessively check to see if it was well received or not.
Chapter 3 Wally's recovery over 24 hours had been an awkward one, to say the least. Batman had more told the league that he was taking the boy with him, rather than requesting permission to. Shortly after he'd fallen asleep the first time around, Bruce stocked his with jet an unconscious Flash and proceeded home with him. The trip was quick, and it was a good thing. Just barely inside and Wally woke as Batman began to lift him out of the jet. The throbbing enemy of his had returned. It was weak, but he didn't seem himself once more. Flash looked around confused and was wrapped tightly in a robe to hide his physical oddity. The bat cave was just as eerie and filled with little squeaks here and there as it always was. Alfred had set up a bed for Wally, and just as Bruce had requested, was staying out of sight. He figured the boy's dignity still needed healing before he could see anyone. "Where's Dick?" He asked absent mindedly as his hand felt the softness of the mattress. "He'll be here later." Batman said, his voice cold, as usual. "Y-yeah! I don't want him!. Seeing me like this." Wally said this out loud and sat down on the bed, letting the robe fall open intentionally. He was wearing a new pair of sweats and a red t-shirt. Bruce didn't refrain from looking at him, but he donned an annoyed look. Partly because he needed to focus on Flash's chemical imbalance first, but also, he was trying to deter Wally from coming on to him. "I'm!. help me out again?" He asked, with a sheepish grin on his face, but clearly a flirtatious one. Batman sighed and pulled his chair over to the bedside. When he sat down, Wally leaned forward some but was stopped by a gloved hand held before him. "Wally, I don't want to do this, but for our study's purpose, tell me this." He began his tone strong and unwavering. "Do you remember what happened?" The boy blinked dumbly for a moment, staring back at Bruce. "You mean!. Huh?" "Do you remember those men, and what they did?" As if a switch had activated, the boy grew paler, his inviting body language had almost instantly changed to a defensive one and he backed up onto the bed, and away from Bruce. Batman sighed and stood, turning away from Flash. "I'm sorry, I was curious." He told him. Batman took a table-on-wheels that was set up between his massive computer and Wally's bed, and began selecting items that had been laid out for him. "W-where's Nightwing?" Flash asked. Bruce turned to him in surprise, and came closer to the bed. "You already asked me that." He said softly. Flash gave him an equally surprised look and then let his head droop. "Shit, you're right! I'm sorry." "Don't be, I'm more concerned for!" he stopped. Did he want to tell Flash that he was acting as though his sanity had gone completely? "how crazy I'm acting?" Flash finished for him. Batman only nodded, and then turned back to the table. He came and sat beside the bed, motioning for Wally to come closer. The speedster hesitated, but Batman showed him a rubber strip, an alcohol swab, and an empty syringe. For some reason, that was more comforting to Wally. He crawled over and sat down cross-legged before Batman, who quickly and smoothly slowed Flash's blood flow through his arm via the rubber strip and proceeded to ready the syringe for a blood sample. The highly intelligent billionaire, with an assortment of scientific advances at his fingertips, should have expected what happened. Wally looked away blankly when the needle entered his arm, but the moment Bruce began to loosen the rubber strip, a loud pop caused both of them to jump. Wally turned back instantly and found, much to his dismay, Batman staring wide eyed down at his arm, blood splattered on his suit, a drop on his cheek, and a firm hand clasped over Wally's arm. The despondent hero couldn't help but let a small giggle slip, taking his arm in his own hand. Batman's first instinct was to berate the hero, but he only tightened his lips further. No, he doesn't need that now. It'll only hurt him further. He thought until that light smile and a chortle crossed the boy's face. That told him Flash was fast indeed, and his mental instability must have been on the mend. "Man, I'm sorry. I forgot to slow it down!" Flash tried to defend himself. Batman kept quiet. He stood stiffly, and attained a new bottle for the syringe. Quickly, he tried once more, successfully filling up another vial and then placing it in a high tech centrifuge machine to separate out the different weight atoms of each chemical in his blood stream. After that, he left. The batman kept his face and attitude as blank and quiet as possible. Flash stared after him, embarrassed and pissed at himself. He unconsciously itched at the sticky bandage wrapped tightly over a cotton swab held in the pit of his elbow. He turned to focus on the centrifuge, listening to its low hum as it spun. He stood from the bed and made his way to Batman's computer, sitting down in the chair. The boy panicked quickly as he made sure that he hadn't gotten any blood on it, then realize that most of the blood had exploded outward at the Dark Knight. Wally bowed his head once more, looking down at his lap. He was aroused again, and he only fumed at himself. The hero stood up and began to run around the room. It hadn't been that long but once he'd done that, he could tell that something wasn't right. He could run much faster than any normal person still, but nowhere near as fast as he himself usually could. Not only that, but erections and dry friction don't mix well, and the speedster had to stop soon after, ending back at the console chair. He sighed to himself and rubbed the crotch of his pants to readjust them! and then again! and decided not to deny himself the pleasure that would bring him no release. Flash frowned down at himself as, once again, the climax clung just out of reach, taunting him, while his wrist began to tire of the motion. The frown had hidden itself eventually, his deep green eyes growing distant and he continued, hopelessly. This look was not Flash, it was simply there to behave in his place. "Woah!" Nightwing exclaimed loudly behind him. Dick wasn't actually dressed as Nightwing, he simply had a backpack around one shoulder and a loose black t-shirt under a grey jacket and blue jeans. "Y-you're- -" He began, but Flash was up quickly and approached Nightwing until his childhood friend backed up against the bed, falling over on it. "please!" Flash moaned softly, the eyes not even focusing on him. "Hey, wait!" Dick gasped but Flash was straddling him, grinding and just as he began to lift his shirt up and over his head, he heard a loud crash and turned to see Bruce standing with a damp towel around his neck and sweats. Dick had expected an angry outburst from Bruce but the man said nothing. His lips were still pursed together and he rushed over and grabbed Flash by the forearm, jerking him off of his former sidekick. "Go." He said angrily to Dick. Why the hell is he pissed at me?! He thought. "W! what's happening?" Dick tried but he only received an angrier look from Batman and picked up his backpack, rushing up the stairs. Bruce turned to see an odd expression. Wally looked pained, but his body was still flushed and licentious. Heat emanated from it and Batman loosened his grip, standing his teammate up on his own. "Lay on the table." He ordered Flash, turning from him and tossing the damp towel on Flash's bed after giving his wet, jet-black hair one last rub down. Flash obeyed, and he did so in a teasing manner, but Bruce ignored this. He actually wanted Flash like this. His plan, although awkward still, was to scan Flash's brain while it was strained like this, and then relieve him and see if there was a difference. "I can see your face!" Flash pointed out. "I know you can." Bruce drawled, checking the configuration of his console. "But I can!." "You know who I am and you've seen pictures of me. It's not something to worry about now." Wally sighed, frustrated at having to wait, until finally he sat up. "Bats!." He said softly. "Just lay there." Batman growled at him. Having to focus like this was torture. Actually, he was exhausted and felt a headache coming on, part of which he blamed Wally for. Bruce set his console up for the scan, and then plugged a USB into the console, the other end into a small scanning instrument that extended out on an arm over Wally. The hero looked up at it warily but remained still. Batman wouldn't do anything bad to him! not too bad anyway. He gasped as Bruce came closer, watching the scanner move and casually reached down to give Wally's groin a firm rub, short lived. "Hold still." He ordered the boy. He didn't want the contraption to distract Wally from what ever was going on in his mind, thus the grope. What ever it was, it was slowly being built up in yet another 3D display of Flash's mind. The center of his brain had, once again, showed unexplainable activity. The high humming noise of the machine stopped, and it retracted back into the console. "W-wha was that?" Flash asked exasperated. "You want to come, don't you?" Bruce was frank with this question. At that Flash shivered, beginning to sit up on the table. "yeah!" he breathed. Bruce in no way hated what he had to do, but in a way, he preferred not to. "I'm going to scan the levels of certain chemicals being produced in your brain, before! and after." His voice grew softer, and he sat down on the table. "After?" Wally swallowed thickly. Bruce nodded to him, his gaze growing softer. At that, Wally sat up on his knees, scooting closer to him. Bruce leaned passed him a moment and hit a switch next to a series of others on the console, and soft clangs were heard at the corners of the cave. It was the same as being on lock down, simply, without the alarm of any reason to be so. When he pulled away from the console, Wally's hands were feeling over his shoulders. He gave a soft sigh, apparently enjoying the feel of Batman, without his Batman attire. How on earth to deal with this, Bruce had no idea. He let Wally's hands roam over his physique, but he didn't react to it, not visibly anyhow. His mind was hard at work to keep any physical reactions out of the way. But, he was only human. Batman was once again faced with those urges that he was unfamiliar with, the ones that seemed to revolve around a certain speedster who used to pal around with his own underage sidekick. That, in and of itself was entirely inappropriate. Albeit, Robin, or Nightwing, was no longer underage, neither of them were, but he couldn't break away from that easily. His train of thought was utterly interrupted when he felt hot breath over the groin of his sweats, followed by soft lips pressing down over him. Bruce only gasped, staring dumbly at the scene, but soon reacted by gripping Wally's shoulders tightly to stop him. "No, Wally." He said sternly, somehow managing to show no hint of thrill in his voice. The Flash ignored him, moving so that he could get a better angle, and actually locking his lips around a slowly but surely hardening bulge. "No." Bruce growled, his breath hitching a little. "Enough." "But, Bats!" Wally began, talking against the man's erection. "it's hard!" "I don't care. This isn't mutual." He donned his cold demeanor miraculously, pulling Wally up harshly and sitting him down. "But! why not?" Flash wined. "It's more fun when it's mutual." He urged softly. "It's more! it's just better." He promised. "I know it is, but right now it's not appropriate." Batman's voice softened and he scooted back enough to let Wally sit beside him, the boy turning to face him more. "Tell me how I can help." "Let me suck you! please." "That's not helping you." "But it is!" Wally exclaimed. "I! it's a psychological thing, come on!" "No." Batman gave up on asking, and simply drew his hand up the inside of Wally's leg, ending at his groin and taking his cock firmly in hand. Wally moaned and leaned in against him, resting his head against his arm draped over Bruce's shoulder. The boy's other hand trailed to Bruce's groin but the vigilante corrected that, moving it to rest across to his other shoulder. That was a safe place. Wally moaned now and then, and felt his hands over stiffened muscles, either out of tension or concentration. Batman was afraid that he was beginning to take some sort of sick pleasure out of obligation to look after Flash. He felt the boy move some and felt his hot breath over his neck and ear. Bruce let himself sigh at that silently, and enjoyed the feel of lips on the shell of his ear, followed by a small shudder and a trembling body next to him. "kiss me!" Wally whispered. "No." He wondered if Wally was still unable to chase the three men from his mind. He wondered if that kiss would help, but that was taking it too far. He focused on the centrifuge that was now beginning to slow down to an end, and hoped that Wally would take suit. The fragmented breaths over his ear and neck were getting to him. Hell, it was all getting to him. Luckily, it had gotten to Wally first. The hero beside him stiffened suddenly, his hand rushing to Bruce's to squeeze it around himself, groaning against Bruce's shoulder. Bruce did what he could to catch the speedster's seed in his hand. "Lay down." He told him sternly once more, hitting the same switch for the scanner immediately after, and Flash listened to him without question. While the instrument reached out along that arm once more, Bruce left to wash his hand, and to take a moment to rid himself of his own nuisance. He returned just as the scan had finished and immediately sat down to analyze the readings, removing the blood sample as well. "You can get up." He told Wally, distracted. The Flash did so. He looked down at himself, a hurt expression plaguing his face, but more out of how whorish he'd acted towards Bruce. He could tell that the man didn't reciprocate any feelings for him. How he must have hated this, hated him. "thank you!. again." He sighed the last part, falling uncharacteristically silent, until Bruce made an uncharacteristic Hmmm. Wally looked up but kept quiet still. "We didn't think it was your fault, but now I'm positive." Bruce waved his hand for Wally to come look. The man got up and crossed over to the bed for the blanket, wrapping the thin sheet around himself before he joined Bruce. "This is your brain before," he showed Wally a scan with level readings. Two chemicals seemed to be dominating the rest of what went on in his head. "DHT?" Flash sounded confused, or perhaps more afraid. "d-dihydrotestosterone." "That's right." Bruce leaned back in his chair as Flash drew in closer, squinting his eyes, even though the screen was more than large enough. "That's!." "What is it?" Bruce asked. "Well!" Wally drew back from the screen, his face red. "it's kinda like.. your special buddy." He joked weakly. Bruce only glared at him. "Uh! it makes you!. wanna." "Have sex?" Bruce finished for him irritably. "Yeah." "And what's the other big one?" He pointed up to the second high reading. "Prolactin! Uh, that one's wrong." Wally said, standing up as though disregarding it. "It's my equipment, it's not wrong." Bruce sounded a little insulted at that. "Right! sorry." Wally sighed. "I mean that! well that's what's there after an orgasm." "The orgasm-hangover?" Bruce clarified. "Yeah. I mean, all your dihydrotestosterone and dopamine levels are up, your feel good things. When you're done, biologically you don't need to keep at it, so prolactin kicks in to kill the feeling." "Well there was plenty of it before you climaxed, what does that mean?" Bruce asked, ignoring Wally's blush over the word climax. "I dunno! what if, well that wouldn't make any sense!" "It wouldn't make sense that your body would be doing this, right?" "Exactly." "Maybe it's not your body." Batman suggested, turning to face Wally. "Huh?" "What if it's something else inside you that's introducing these chemicals unnaturally to your body. Wally looked horrified. "You have one chemical that's keeping you aroused sexually, but prolactin is keeping you from actually climaxing." "But! why would! you know! why does it work when!" "When I bring you off?" The boy turned from him and nodded. "Yeah." He sounded irritated that time. "I don't know, I do think that masturbation and coupled foreplay are completely different in a sense. Maybe it's just what your body needs to overcome the prolactin." "great!" Wally sounded demoralized. "So! how do we stop it?" He asked. "I don't know, I'm considering cyproterone." Batman turned back to his screen and began typing it in. "Don't bother." Wally drawled, waving at the computer screen. "I know what that is!" "It could be worth looking into." "I know! I'm just not comfortable using the same cock block drug they give to rapists and what not." "It is a little ironic." Batman suppressed a laughed. "But it's either that, draining your four-hour-erections, or!" he didn't finish that. Wally looked over his shoulder to see if he was making any lude gestures, but he wasn't. "well!. It wasn't bad though!. was it?" "It was inappropriate." Batman said coldly. Wally bowed his head in shame, facing away from Bruce. "But not bad!" the dark knight grinned slightly. At that Wally smiled. He needed that. "I'm more concerned for your mental swings." Bruce added. "Are they really that bad?" "Do you remember almost raping Dick a half an hour ago?" Wally's jaw dropped and he spun around. "N-no." "See. What ever is going on is altering your cognitive flow and behavior. We need to find out what it is." "Yeah!" Wally returned to the bed, and sat down. "So how long until it comes back?" He looked down at his crotch. "I've already ordered the cyproterone drug. We'll test it out on you later. Hopefully it'll arrive on time." "Well, we could always work that out later I guess!" Wally laughed softly. "I meant, time enough for you to visit Dick." "You! really? That's gonna be so embarrassing." Wally groaned, falling back on the bed. "You don't want to apologize for what you did?" "it's not like he hasn't seen it before." Flash paused, his eyes widened though and he looked up to see a staggered Bruce Wayne staring back at him. "I mean! well ya know!. Young boys get curious!" He defended himself. "I knew those sleepovers were a bad idea!" He growled, feeling even older. "Well, they weren't the cause of it." Flash suggested quietly as he stood up and headed for the stairs. Bruce shook his head. He didn't want to know what that meant. Upstairs, Wally snuck into Bruce's bedroom. It was rarely used he could tell, and he took advantage of the shower that was calling to his fatigued body. The Flash didn't have a change of clothes up there, or the robe, but the blanket from the bed was enough. He wrapped it around himself like a Roman toga, steeling the sash from Bruce's black bathrobe, still damp from the billionaire's own shower. "Having fun?" He heard, turning to see Dick standing in the doorway, an amused but cautious look on his face. "Well, I needed a shower." Flash shrugged. Dick nodded quietly to him and waited for Wally to say something. "Um! I guess I should explain!" he laughed uneasily, scratching at the dampened, sticky bandage around his arm again.. "Sure, and I'll get you some real clothes." He laughed, turning to let Wally follow him. "So?" "Uh. It wasn't my fault." Wally began, but frowned with the look he got in return. "It's true, Bruce's looking it over. I have a chemical imbalance and it's making me act weird." "How'd that happen?" At that Wally fell back a bit. "I! don't want to tell you!" Dick hadn't seen a serious look like that on his friend's face in a long time. "That's fine!" he said softly, motioning for Wally to continue on. "So can you fix the chemical thing?" "I think Bats is looking into it." He sighed, "so, hey. If that happens again! it's not me." "right." Robin sighed, leading them both into his room. "So," he was trying to sound enthusiastic for the speedster. "I talked Alfred into keeping my old N64. He hid it from Bruce." He grinned. Flash returned an equally excited grin and zoomed in passed Robin to settle down in a chair that was far too nice to be playing video games in, but at least it was comfy. "Here." Dick laughed, finding a pair of jeans and another black t-shirt. The pants were small for Wally, but decidedly appropriate. He smiled at the real clothes, feeling a little more normal and settled down just as Dick turned the gaming console on. "Wow, a cartridge." Wally said, staring at the big chunky Mario Kart game. "I know, kinda weird, isn't it." Dick laughed. "It's wicked, is what it is." Flash seemed to fall into a typical and familiar frame of mind. Dick hadn't the foggiest idea what had happened to him, but he could tell it was something serious. Seeing Flash like this was reassuring to him. "Remember Atari?" "Hey, let's try not to date ourselves too much here. I'd like to keep from turning into Bruce for a bit longer." "Oh come on, he's not that bad." Robin tried to defend his vigilante-father-figure. "You know why he's like that." "Well, you're not like that, and! ya know." "Yeah but, I had him. I don't think he had anyone." The two of them fell silent while they picked their characters. Robin picked Toadstool, and Wally picked Yoshi. A typical character for the speedster. "You are so Yoshi." "I am, that's why I picked him." Wally grinned. They both laughed, and proceeded to speed through Bowser's castle. It had been so long that they forgot the awkward turns that lacked any blockade at all, falling into pixilated lava. "Ugh, I wish I could speed the game up too." Wally growled as he waited for the little nimbus to bring him back to the track. "Ha, forced you to slow down, did I?" Dick laughed, but a second later, the little Toadstool on the screen was ignoring his every command via joystick. He looked down at his hands to find the red N64 controller instead of the blue one. "Hey!" He turned on Flash. The speedster had a proud grin on his face and crossed the finish line in Robin's first place, instead of fifth. He had only enough time to toss his arms up above his head in a victory salute before Robin tackled him in the nice leather chair. Both boys fought over the blue controller and dick managed to land plenty of playful, yet to-the-point blows to Flash's arms and chest. "You totally cheated!" He laughed. "Oh yeah!? Well! Who said I couldn't?" Flash retorted and rolled them both off of the chair and onto the floor. The battle was about to ensue, but a jump from them both and a loud gasp from Wally put a pause on the scuffle. Robin jumped because somehow they had started a new game, and the kart that was driving miserably into a wall was causing the rumble pack on the back of the controller to vibrate between their groins. He wasn't dumb, he knew what it was doing. "Ah, sorry." He gasped, and scrambled to pull himself away from Wally and let the controller fall to the ground. "Y-you ok?" He asked. "damnit!" Wally cursed softly, sitting on the ground with his back to the side of the chair. He had his legs bent and his arms draped over them. "it's back!" he sighed, looking ashamed. "Bats better get that drug fast." "What?" "He said that the cock block drug they give to rapists will help me temporarily." "You need that?!" Dick asked incredulously. "I don't want it, but this literally won't go away!" He paused, turning his head to the side. "Unless! someone helps me!" If it weren't for the fact that he knew that something terrible had happened to Wally, Dick would be all over this with jokes a plenty. But he frowned, looking around the room for a moment. "Hey, I have an idea!. If you wanna try it." He said softly. Flash didn't look at him, but he followed Dick's plan as the Mario Kart game was taken out and he stuck an old Mortal Kombat game in. He was quiet. Dick handed Flash the red controlled again, and with his own, he started it up, picked a character for himself and Wally and then began the game. They weren't fighting yet, but he took time to enter a few cheats, and then instructed Flash to set the controller in his lap instead. It had been some time since they'd played around like this, but as close friends they neither denied it had happened nor obsessed over it. They'd accepted it as a phase that many kids go through. But they hadn't really ever considered returning to it. Dick argued to himself that under the circumstances, this was different. He scooted up close to Flash, their bodies touching each other while they sat side by side, and as he began to play, pummeling Flash's character, he had to admit that the speedster moaning once more did more to him than meets the eye. Flash's mind went into fast-forward and his body language, once again, changed. He turned to face Dick and slid one leg behind him and the other bent just in front of him. Wally couldn't even feel the shame anymore. He leaned into Dick's neck, breathing on it, kissing it. He held one hand firmly over the controller, grinding into it and then shivered during each slight pause in the fight. Dick was trying to remember all of the different combos that were his favorite, but admittedly, this was distracting to him. He resumed with simple attacks, turning just as Flash's lips pressed into his. He moaned into it and then jumped as a hand was pressed down against the flat of his stomach, traveling further south. "Keep playing." Wally told him, and scooted back enough to kneel, bending over so that his head was in Dick's lap. Dick stopped playing for a moment as he heard a giggle beginning to build up. "What?" "I want your dick!.. Dick." His sense of humor may have been the single most powerful force in the world if it could overcome this chemical induced sex-drive. "not again!" Robin wined. This was also not the first time Flash had made this joke throughout the duration of their long friendship. Wally waved his hand apologetically and resumed, enjoying the sensation of Dick resuming his video game playing. He had the boy wonder removed from the waistband of his sweats quickly, and moaned in response to Dick's moan when he swallowed as much of him as he could. Robin covered his mouth and did his best with one thumb punching the A button on the controller. He looked down at Flash. He had one hand under Robin's balls, and the other was pressing the controller firmly into his crotch. They were both much more imaginative than they each were as exploring young adolescents. He wasn't complaining, this was much better than when they were younger and would discuss what it was they each wanted to try and how far they wanted to go, and even working up the courage to make the first move. Kissing was the hardest, watching each other jerk off came next. Or no, discussing that both of them were hard, and then jerking off. Robin had never thought that Flash could have any shame. Tonight he'd been proven wrong briefly, but he was glad it was gone again. He had to push his concern aside when he felt himself drawing closer. He ditched the controller, ignoring an angry Wally whose mouth was full. Robin pushed the speedster over gently to one hip, thrusting his out flat to give him a better angle, while he himself pulled Flash's tight pants down enough to pull him free. The speedster gasped around Robin as he too sucked him in. He wasn't as skilled as Wally, but he hadn't lost his touch either. Robin fell into a quick rhythm, hoping to finish Wally at the same time. They were both thrusting lightly but remembered the keep it gentle. The door to the hallway was also wide open, and Robin had a clear view of it. He hoped that Alfred, or worse, Bruce, wouldn't walk by and catch a glimpse. So it was quick paced, but still quiet. Wally wasn't focusing on the quiet part as much as Robin was though. The speedster gasped loudly, filling Robin's mouth and trembling as he felt the boy wonder's quiet climax end in the back of his throat. They both laid out on the floor on their backs panting. Dick looked over just as Wally threw an arm over his face, hiding it from view. The Flash was still panting but he could tell what that gesture was hiding. "Hey.." He whispered softly. "I'm sorry. I did it again, I! I don't even know if I can say I didn't mean to, because I did, didn't I?" Wally's voice indicated that he was keeping himself from crying. "Shit." Robin sighed, and sat up next to him, stowing himself back in his pants and nudging his friend. "Wally, I know you don't want to, but tell me what happened. I can tell it's something serious." "No." Flash bit out. "Tell me." "Ask Bruce." "What?" They both fell silent, and Robin's face looked shocked and betrayed almost. Had Bruce done something to him? "He was there, he couldn't help me though, none of them could." Wally had lost a tear from his left eye and wiped it away quickly as he sat up. "Look, I don't care if you ask him. Tell him I said to tell you everything. But if I tell you, it'll be all fresh in my mind and stuff. I don't want that, alright?" He said stiffly, not looking at Dick. "Just!. Not right now though, I wanna go back down there, so if you get him alone or something, when I'm not there! Just! don't make me remember." Robin frowned and bowed his head. "Ok, I'll do that then. I'm sorry." Wally stood to leave and then nudged Robin with his leg. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at ya!" he said solemnly before leaving. The speedster rushed his way back down to the cave once he was out of sight of the boy wonder. "You apologized to Dick?" Batman asked him stiffly. "Yeah!!." Wally sighed after a moment, realizing the obvious. "You have cameras throughout this place, don't you!" "I do." "Never took you for a pervert, Bats." He sighed, falling back on his bed that had been set out. "I'm not, I caught a glimpse and turned it off. I still technically raised him, you remember." "Oh!. um, thanks!. or, sorry!" "Don't be, I didn't know you two were involved." The Dark Knight had, once again, masked his emotions perfectly. Those feelings that he had ignored well enough, for the most part, had turned into a sharp pang that he also couldn't quite recognize. "Look, Bruce. That was a moment of two close friends helping each other out in a confusing, hormonal time during our adolescent lives. That doesn't mean we'd fallen for each other." Flash sounded frank, and he sat up on his bed to make sure the billionaire understood him. "Oh, I see." Batman said, but he kept his face glued to his console and didn't seem convinced. "Wally, you don't have to sleep down here, it was just while you were out, and while we conducted our studies on your brain. Alfred set up a room for you." "Oh, ok! that'll be nice actually." He smiled, looking down at his bare toes as he flexed them until they popped loudly. "Hey, thanks! I don't uh! you know, I don't like imposing, so you didn't have to do all this." He sighed. "You may have jumped us all on the watch tower." Batman pointed out. "Oh, so you were protecting them!" Wally frowned. "No, I was protecting you. I doubt you would've gotten far with Diana or Hawkgirl." He smirked. At that Flash laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "They would have clobbered me." He laughed. "Indeed." Bruce sounded distracted. "Have those drugs shown up yet?" Wally got up from the bed to stand behind Bruce, checking out what ever it was he was looking at. "Not yet." The man replied. "Hey! what are those?" Wally asked, squinting at the screen. There were little metallic objects surrounded by white and red blood cells being displayed, and he swallowed at a lump that had formed in the back of his throat. "I can't be sure." Bruce said quietly, zooming in on one of them. "Is that!. my blood?" He asked. Bruce nodded, looking up at Wally. "They're nano machines!"
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¥ DUN DUN DUNNN! ¥ I'm laughing at myself because I actually went through my University's database for peer reviewed articles on chemical balance and hormones and all that junk. XD I'm a bio major . I should know this! ¥ I know, I did it. I know that some people hate when others cross a fictional reality with our own reality (the N64), but I think this was appropriate! But I can understand. As much as I would like to have Wally bash on Twilight, I guess I want to keep the illusion that there is another universe where Twilight does not exist. XD ! I'm sorry o3o !. You keep quiet Kuro!!! DX ¥ I also included Mortal Kombat in there!. But technically, those two universes DO cross over in a game. XD ¥ SO, I have a really bad sense of humor and it has horrible timing, THEREFORE, at the end of each chapter I'm going to post any alternate outcomes that I thought just didn't fit with the story, but deserve a good laugh or two. ALSO, if any of you come up with any awesomely inappropriate and silly alternate outcomes, please post them in a review! I would LOVE to read them! w "Woah!" Nightwing exclaimed loudly. "Y-you're--" He began, but Flash was up quickly and approached Nightwing until his childhood friend backed up against the bed, falling over on it "Hey, wait!" Dick gasped but Flash was straddling him and just as he began to lift his shirt up and over his head, he heard a loud crash and turned to see Bruce standing with a damp towel around his neck and sweats. "Flash! Down, Boy!!!" He yelled, holding up a squirt bottle and spraying the aggravated Speedster. Our red hero escaped the H2O assault and took refuge under Bruce's console, hissing at the intrusive squirt bottle. XD "We didn't think it was your fault, but now I'm positive it was your. Damned nympho!" Bruce waved his hand for Wally to come look. The man got up and crossed over to the bed for the blanket, wrapping it around himself before he joined Bruce. "This is your brain. And this is your brain on drugs." XD Kyer added this little funny after reviewing it for me. I felt it deserved some airtime. ^^
I think it's just as well Alfred did get jumped. Doesn't he know karate or something? :P "Master Bruce, I think I've permanently solved Master Wallace's little problem."
Wally moaned in the background.
"It's gone."
"Your erection?"
"Not exactly Let me put it this way. I'm singing soprano from now on."
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