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Kid Lantern	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This is a fan-made story I do not own Young Justice. If I did own Young Justice do you think I would be writing stories about?
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(General POV)
"Wow," Darren said in awe.
"I know," Wally nodded his head proudly.
Both of them were standing in front of a gigantic closet in Wally's room filled with of all sorts of memorabilia and items.
"This stuff is amazing," Darren told his friend picking up a Santa snow globe.
"I get one of those every time I got to my grandma's house Christmas," Wally informed him searching through his collection.
"Oh, this is a good one," Wally pulled out a small replica of the Eiffel Tower.
"Got this on my last visit to France," Wally bragged smugly.
Darren gasped and almost dropped the snow globe he was holding.
"You've been to France," Darren asked meekly.
"Yep," Wally smiled and looked at his friend, "do you want to go there?"
"Absolutely," Darren cried out excitedly.
Wally raised an eyebrow at him.
Realizing his little slip up, Darren blushed furiously lowering his head.
"I mean, there's just this place I want to in Paris, France," Darren mumbled.
"Where do you want to go," Wally asked in interest.
Darren looked up at him. "Well, I really want to go to the Musee de Louvre."
"Music day love," Wally said in confusion.
Darren chuckled at Wally.
"Musee de Louvre," Darren repeated with emphasis, "it's French for Louvre Museum."
"Oh," Wally's eyes widened.
"It's the most famous museum in the world," Darren gushed, "with some of the most famous paintings in the world from great painters like Leonardo do Vinci, Eugene Delacroix, and even Caravaggio."
Wally smiled at how excited Darren was getting. One thing Wally quickly noticed about his shy friend is that he has a deep love for art and the many versions of it. He always seemed to content around art.
"I would love to go there," Darren admitted before lowering his head again. He knew it was an impossible dream, what with his mother's busy schedule and the cost of plane tickets and all.
"I'll make it happen," Wally told him immediately.
Darren blinked at him. "You will?"
Sighing, Wally grabbed Darren by the shoulders shaking his head.
"You'll soon learn Darren that there isn't much that I can't do," Wally smirked at him.
"But I…"
"Nothing," Wally insisted.
"Okay," Darren chirped.
Just then there was a knock at Wally's door.
Wally sighed in frustration.
"Come in," he called out.
"Wally dinner will be…," his mother started to say before she caught sight of Darren.
She smiled at him politely.
"I didn't know we had guests," she outstretched her hand to him, "Hello there young man, I'm Wally's mother."
She briefly glanced at her son's arm on Darren's shoulder before turning her gaze back to him.
Darren returned the smiled and shook her hand.
"I'm Darren Hill, a friend of Wally's. It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am."
Mrs. West nodded at him approvingly.
"A young man with manners, will wonders never cease," She looked pointedly at Wally.
"Mom," Wally whined.
She ignored his whining and focused on her guest.
"It's getting kind of late do you want to stay for dinner," she asked Darren.
"I'll have to call my mother but I'm sure it will be fine," Darren replied quietly.
"Good," she nodded at him and then looked at him and her son, "dinner will be ready in about an hour."
"Okay mom," Wally told her practically pushing her out the door.
"Oh and your uncle and aunt will be joining us for dinner as well," Mrs. West added.
"What," Wally shouted, "why?"
"Don't shout in the house Wally," she lectured, "and don't know why he suddenly wanted to come over. He just said that you would know the reason."
Wally thought about this for a brief moment before groaning in annoyance.
"Fine," he grumbled closing the door after his mom.
Darren looked at his friend in confusion. "What's so bad about your uncle showing up?"
"Everything," Wally exclaimed.
…
(One Hour Later)
"Hello Westerners," Barry greeted loudly as him and his wife walked through the front door.
"Barry, Iris always a pleasure to have you two over," Mr. West stated hugging them both.
"Westerners," Darren whispered to Wally in question.
Wally rolled his eyes. "Just my uncles nickname for my me and my parents. It's okay if you didn't laugh most of his jokes aren't funny."
"I heard that," Barry said walking over to where his nephew and Darren were.
Barry grinned at the two of them. "We if it isn't my precious nephew and his little 'friend'."
You could hear Iris snickering in the background.
"Why are you here," Wally asked bluntly.
Barry's grin turned into a smirk. "I just want to spend time with my family," he stated innocently, "is that so wrong."
Wally narrowed his eyes at him. "For you? Yes."
Mrs. West clapped her hand to get their attention. "Now, now boys that's enough. Let's all just sit down and eat."
Wally, feeling completely starved, decided to drop the subject and sit down at the dinner table.
"So, Darren is it," Mr. West asked grabbing some food.
Darren jumped slightly at the voice but quickly calmed himself. "Yes sir?"
"Tell us a little bit about yourself, son," Mr. West asked politely.
Darren blushed nervously not really knowing what to say. Luckily, he has a friend like Wally to help him out.
Wally quickly started spouting out facts about him.
"His name is Darren Hill, he's my age, he lives with his mom a couple houses over, he likes art, he's shy, and he thinks I'm amazing."
Darren raised an eyebrow at him.
Mr. West looked at his son dryly. "Why thank you so much for answering Darren that was very insightful."
Wally just shrugged cheekily.
"We have an excellent art collection at the Central City Museum," Mrs. West informed Darren, "you should check it out if you really have an interest in art."
Barry and Iris smirked.
"Oh, um, me and Wally already did," Darren told her.
Both of Wally's parents dropped their utensils in shock. They looked toward their son who was making a point to focus on his food.
"Son, you went to a museum," Mr. West's eyebrows were raised to the ceiling.
"It was my fault," Darren admitted as if he did something wrong, "I love art and I just wanted to see what this cities museum had. I dragged Wally along with me to see the paintings."
"You didn't drag me," Wally protested, "I went there on my own. I had a lot of fun to."
"Wow," Mrs. West said in surprised, "I never thought I'd ever here you say going to a museum is fun. You certainly never had an interest in art before."
"Love is a many splendored thing," Iris expressed dreamily
Both Darren and Wally started blushing furiously.
"W-What's that supposed to me auntie," Wally stuttered.
She gave him a teasing smirk. "Don't worry about it little nephew its nothing, nothing at all."
While everyone started to talk casually about how their days were, Barry was being uncharacteristically silent. He kept looking over at Darren with narrowed eyes. Every single time he looked at him a feeling of remembrance washed over him. Just like at the museum, this boy reminded him of someone but he couldn't quite picture who.
"It's just you and your mom," Barry asked Darren.
Everyone stopped to look toward Barry.
Darren looked at him wide eyed before answering his question. "Yes, it's always been just my mom and me."
Barry nodded sympathetically.
"So did your father abandon you and your mother," Barry asked insistently.
"Uncle Barry," Wally exclaimed in outrage.
Barry knew that he was being a little intrusive right now, but he couldn't help it! Something was urging him to get the answers he looking for.
"It's okay Wally," Darren reassured his friend gently. Darren, not looking the least bit offended, answered the question.
"My dad doesn't know I exist actually. He stopped communicating with my mom after they broke up."
"Do you know your father's name," Barry asked.
Wally narrowed his eyes at his uncle for being so nosy. He was about to say something before Darren beat him to it.
"Harold Jordan."
Time seemed to stop for a short moment. Iris gasped covering her mouth in shock as Barry just stared at Darren.
"Are you sure about that name kid," Barry asked lowly.
Feeling a little nervous, Darren stuttered out an answer.
"Y-yes, m-my mom always told me his name was Harold, or Hal, Jordan."
"Oh God," Barry ran a hand thought his hair.
It all made sense to Barry now. This kid looks so much like his father it's a wonder why he didn't see it before.
"What's going on Uncle Barry," Wally demanded (1).
"Do you know who this young man's father is," Mrs. West asked sternly.
Darren looked at the blonde hair man with a combination of anxiety and nervousness.
Both Barry and Iris looked at each other before facing everyone with hesitant looks on their faces.
Iris nodded somewhat reluctantly.
"If Darren's Hal is the one we know, then yes we do know him. He's a friend of ours," Iris answered.
"Sweet," Wally grinned ecstatically and looked at his friend, "you here that Darren? You can finally meet your old man!"
Darren however, didn't respond. After Iris confirmed that they did indeed know his father, he had practically shrunk into his chair. His heart was beating heavily into his chest as he thought about meeting his father.
"Darren," Wally started to shake him by his shoulders, "are you okay?"
Suddenly, Darren stood up from chair and faced Mrs. West.
"Dinner was great Mrs. West," he said tensely, "but I really have to go."
"Darren," Wally called out to his friend as he walked to the door.
"Wait…," he watched as Darren left slamming the door behind me.
Wally glared at his uncle. "You know you could have done that better."
Barry looked down angry at himself for letting his curiosity take him over.
Wally stood up and went to go after his friend.
"Wait a minute Wallace," his father called to him sternly, "maybe we should give him some time to adjust to all this. I'm sure this shocked him quite a bit."
"He doesn't need some time alone dad," Wally snapped, "I know Darren and that's the last thing he needs right now."
With a slam of the door, Wally left the house after his friend.
There was a moment of silence that went through the house.
"Well, that went well," Barry said smiling falsely.
…
"Darren," Wally shouted to his friend.
Darren didn't respond, instead he continued to walk away from the West residence.
"Darren, come on slow down," Wally urged him.
Still getting no response, Wally decided to put an end to this and just super speed his way to him.
Darren jumped in shock as he suddenly felt someone behind. He turned around and looked at his friend nervously.
"You have got to stop doing that," Darren told him.
Wally fought a smile as he tried to focus on the matter at hand.
"Why did you leave," Wally asked him gently.
Darren shook his head trying to avoid looking his friend in the eye.
"It's nothing," Darren tried to reassure his friend, "I just wanted to have to some time alone to think about things."
Wally nodded, half-way accepting his friends excuse.
"So how do you feel about all this," Wally inquired.
"What do you mean," Darren replied shyly.
Wally raised an eyebrow. "You know, about my uncle knowing your dad. I'm sure my uncle can set it up so you can meet him."
"G-Great," Darren stammered.
"You don't want to meet him do you," Wally assumed.
"I don't know," Darren shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
Sighing, Wally grabbed his chin and forced Darren to look him in the eye.
"Talk to me," Wally gently demanded, "let me know what you're feeling."
Darren looked at his friend hesitantly.
"It's just, well, I don't know if I want to meet him," Darren confessed, "I just don't know how he'll react or if he'll even react at all. I just really scared about what's going to happen."
Wally nodded understandingly.
"And what about my mom," Darren asked, "I don't want to feel responsible for reuniting her with my father only for him to break her heart again. What if he has a family?"
"You don't have to worry about that," a voice informed him.
They saw it was Barry coming up to them.
"Trust me kid, Hal hasn't settled down with anyone," Barry reassured him.
"Do you think he would want to meet me," Darren asked nervously.
"Of course he would," Barry responded immediately, "Hal may not be too bright with the ladies, but he's a family man. He would want to know you exist."
"If it makes you feel any better, I'll tag along with you," Wally said comfortably.
Darren thought about this for a second.
"Okay, I'll do it," Darren nodded.
Impulsively, Wally walked up to him and hugged Darren.
"It's going to be fine I promise," Wally whispered in his ear.
"Oh Wally…"
They didn't notice Barry discretely taking pictures of them on his phone.
Blackmail, Barry thought with a smirk.
Unfortunately, this happy moment did not last long.
Out of nowhere, a car came out of the sky and started to fall where Wally and Darren were.
Barry, spotting the car, quickly moved over to the boys and pushed them all out of the way. The three of them barely made it out of the way in time before the vehicle crashed on the spot they were standing in.
"Where the hell did that car come from," Darren demanded.
Looking up, Barry saw that there were more vehicles in the sky. They were all surrounded in a yellow light. As the light faded, the vehicles started to drop one by one.
"Watch out," Barry yelled.
Darren squeaked in surprise as Wally hoisted him up by his thighs and started dodging the cars. Using his arms and legs, Darren held onto the Wally for dear life as he witnessed the rubble that was being created as they car crashed into the street.
Wally was making a point not to show any of his powers. While he was moving faster than a normal human being should, it wasn't to the point where anyone would notice. Barry was right behind them doing the same as Wally.
Finally, after a moment, the cars stopped falling. Looking up at the sky they were all relieved to see that there were none left.
"Are you two okay," Barry asked running up to the two teenagers.
"I think so," Darren answered, "does this happen all the time here?"
"Yep," Wally grinned trying to ease the tension of the situation, "flying cars and falling statues. That's Central City for ya!"
…
"That is it," glowing yellow man roared from his place in the sky.
Watching his target looking safe and comfortable in that red headed teenagers arm's set his eyes aflame.
"I tried to be nice, I tried to merciful and this is what I get," he raged.
"Tomorrow you are mine boy," he swore, "mark my words."
…
"I think we better get out of here," Wally suggested as heard sirens approaching the neighborhood.
"Good idea," Barry nodded. He then looked at Wally and Darren.
"You know you can let your 'friend' go now," Barry grinned teasingly.
Wally glared at his uncle, but released his friend nonetheless.
As the three of them started to walk back home, Barry decided to hang back a little to make a call to a certain someone.
"Hello," Barry heard through the phone.
"Hal," Barry greeted happily, "what's up."
Hal sighed. "Nothing much, just busting my ass trying to find Sinestro."
"Sinestro," Barry gulped.
"Yeah, me and Jon were just told that he was on earth," Hal answered.
"That is interesting," Barry told him.
"Why," Hal asked.
"Because I think me, Wally, and your son were just attacked by him," Barry replied in one breath.
"Oh, so he's in Central City that's….wait"
"MY WHAT!"
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