A sleek black limo pulled up in front of a quaint house in the suburbs, shockingly out of place. An old man opened the black door, and a small boy walked out, wearing a pair of nice slacks, a smooth dark coat, and a pair of sunglasses; his dark hair ruffling in the December breeze. He looked very out of place for such a small neighborhood, but nevertheless he had been here a thousand times. He walked up the front steps, snow crunching beneath his feet, and rang the doorbell.
He could hardly contain his excitement; he slightly bounced on the top step, waiting for someone to answer the door. Leaning back a little, he peered through the window to the right of the door, just soon enough to catch a glimpse of something flash by the window. His smile broadened, knowing that the other was doing some last minute packing.
Two seconds later, literally, two seconds, a taller boy with flaming red hair answered the door, his emerald green eyes gleaming, and his broad smile matching that of the boy who stood on his doorstep. "Ready to go?"
"I was ready an hour ago, West," Dick replied, his smile widening, "What's with you and other speedsters always being late?"
Wally chuckled; closing the door behind him he followed Dick down the path to the waiting car. Alfred opened the door for them, nodding a hello to the other young master. He then climbed into the driver's seat, and set course for the airport.
"Did you forget anything?" Dick asked, after clicking his seatbelt into place.
"If I forgot something, it wouldn't remember," Wally replied.
"Well, smartass, did you remember your toothbrush, clean underwear, bathing suit-"
"Bathing suit? What would I need that for, we're going skiing!"
"Hey, ya never know, there could be a pool at the cabin."
Dick loved skiing, and Wally had never been, so while they were off from school for winter break, Bruce had agreed to allow the boys to go off on their own to a cabin on a lake in Maine. Dick had been to Maine before, and absolutely loved it. It was very different from what he was used to, the street lamps and bustle of the city was replaced with tall old trees and small towns that relied on tourism. But what he looked forward to most was some time with the speedster, far away from the responsibilities of the team. Just the two of them, alone in the woods, what could possibly go wrong?
Alfred dropped them off at the airport, they went through security, and lounged in first class. Wally teased the stewardess, and in return she gave them a taste of the complimentary champagne. Dick was sure they were going to have a great time, but he hardly knew what the mountains in Maine had in mind for him.
sorry for such a short chapter, but i assure you, the story truly begins in the next chapter. let me know what you think, is this worth pursuing?
comments are always welcomed!
