A/N: Another SuperFlash! 8D Well, no wait, that sounds like it's Clark and Barry, ew. Another Conner/KF! 8D I dunno why this pairing doesn't get more love, it really is adorable. This'll prolly be a two-shot. C:


Wally was the guy in bright colors with the big goofy grin on his face- that's just who he was, the role he had to play, the person his friends needed him to be when things got heavy, because someone- one of them- had to be able to laugh it off, crack a joke, lighten the mood so it wouldn't crush them.

So he laughed, and joked, and lightened the mood no matter how heavy it was, and when something got to him he made sure to keep it to himself, because it was his job to smile at whatever life threw his way, and for his friends, he would do just that.

So when Conner hit him, in a rage over Superman's last satellite call, Wally knew better than to take it personally. The clone wasn't ready for a friendly quip, and Wally made the mistake of being within arm's reach. Wally knew he hadn't meant it, from the way his eyes widened and he froze, arm falling to his side. Wally knew it was just a mistake.

He knew it, but as his hand came up to his face he felt his eyes burn because knowing didn't mean it didn't hurt. Especially from Conner. And not because of his crazy strength, he could have hit him a lot harder, just because- well, it didn't matter. Not anymore.

Conner was starting forward uncertainly, because Wally had stumbled back, and maybe he would've said something but Wally shook his head tightly, dropped his eyes to the floor and drew back, curling in and away because he was breaking character or something and that- that wasn't okay.

"It's fine, Supes." He managed to sound halfway normal, but he couldn't bring himself to look up because traitor tears would betray him. "It's okay."

"Wally- "

He ran.


He didn't run far. Just home. Home to Uncle Barry's, not home to- well, Uncle B was who he'd prefer to run to, all things considered.

He burst in, streaking up the stairs to his room without stopping to say hello to either his aunt or uncle, who were both seated at the dining room table. He felt bad when he heard the loose objects around the living room get caught in the vacuum of displaced air he left behind, but he wasn't exactly gonna turn around now that he was in the place he felt safest, safer than he did in his room at the Cave.

Iris was surprised and spoke loudly, but a moment later Barry was saying something in that soft, reassuring tone of his and Wally heard his chair move.

He knew it would only be a second before his uncle was in the room, if that, so he started to wipe his face on his sleeve, because he had some dignity and as nice as it was to be able to run to his mentor (his idol for as long as he could remember), he didn't want him to see-

"Maybe a tissue would do a better job?"

Anyone else might have yelped because there hadn't been a middle-aged man standing in the room before they blinked, but Wally only winced and lowered his arm, feeling sort of caught. Which was stupid, considering the entrance he'd made.

Uncle Barry sat on the bed, with that lopsided smile he reserved for Iris and Wally and nobody else, and patted the comforter in an invitation for Wally to do the same. So he did, feeling like a kid, but he didn't really mind at all when his hero's arm came around him tightly.

"Looks like someone hit you pretty good," his uncle said in a voice Wally might have believed was neutral if he was an idiot. He grimaced; he healed pretty fast, but there was no fooling Barry.

"It's nothing. It's just..." He twisted his hands together. "It's- "

"Did that tall kid do it? The one you like?"

"Uncle B! Don't say it out loud!" Wally buried his face in his hands. "This is so stupid, I really hate me sometimes. Superman had to be a dick- er- a jerk and say stupid stuff and get him all mad, and I can't make anything better without making it worse and I tried to make a joke and- he didn't mean it, but I still had to be a girl about it and run home to daddy- probably impressed the shit out of Supes, won his heart with that one for sure- "

Barry laughed and pulled Wally closer, kissing the top of his head. "You make it sound a lot worse than it is, kiddo. Everyone has bad days."

But I can't, Wally didn't say out loud, because he knew his uncle wouldn't like hearing it. They need me not to.


"KF?"

It was just Robin- Robin he could deal with. "Yeah dude?"

The youngest member of the team stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind him. "...Are you okay?"

Wally smiled. "Hey, why wouldn't I be?" he said, and it sounded cheerful. Awesome.

"You're more...distracted than usual. Distant, almost." Robin's arms tightened where he'd folded them against his chest. He was worried, then. "Did something happen? Did Superboy do something to you? You're- avoiding him."

The speedster felt his smile fade. I made him worry. Out of everyone on the team, even Conner, he hated making Robin worry the most. They were best friends, and Wally was the one safe place Robin could go when he needed a break from the world and a laugh.

"I'm cool, bro." He didn't like lying, but he wasn't incompetent at it. "Just worried about stupid stuff."

Robin hesitated, and came farther into the room. "I... know he hit you. I was with Batman when he was going over the feeds." Wally felt himself freeze up, but before he could decide what emotion he was going to settle on, Robin was hurrying on, "I didn't mean to see but- Wally, why didn't you say anything? To me, at least- you can trust me."

Wally felt himself start trembling- vibrating- and he couldn't even begin to calm himself down. He stared at his hands- surely Robin wasn't talking about that. "Trust you with...what?"

Robin pulled off his sunglasses, and Dick's blue eyes were intent. "All of it. That he hit you and that you- that you like him."

His expression must have been awful, because with a speed that surprised and impressed the resident speedster in some detached part of his mind, Robin was on the bed next to him, clutching his hand tightly.

"It's okay!" the acrobat said almost fearfully, looking like he wouldn't let go for all the Bat-gadgets in the world. "Wally, it's okay. Are you listening?"

Because it was Robin- Richard- Wally could bring himself to nod. He was never more thankful that his head could run as fast as his feet. Dick relaxed a little with a sigh, and didn't let go of his hand. Vaguely, Wally was glad for that.

"So... so you won't- "

Dick cut him off by snapping his glasses up an inch from Wally's nose. "You keep my secret. The least I can do is keep yours."