A/N: I unfortunately do not own any of the characters mentioned or used in this story. I don't own Young Justice either. (Sad face). Anyway, I've been MIA for awhile (my apologies to anyone that actually noticed lol) but I finally posted the first part of a request by BatMoon! I probably should have waited until I was less sleep deprived and more alert but I was too excited to show her what I came up with so far. Oh as a side note on that list the parenthesis in italics is suppose to be Wally's like...inner thoughts/dialogue. So...yeah! Rate, review, do whatever, but I hope you enjoy!

Normally life for Wally was at times an easy going hell of a good time, and other times was just utter hell. Under the usual circumstances of his lifestyle, "utter hell" usually referred to fighting bad guys or getting stuck in a dangerous situation. What the red head encountered this morning however, was far worse than any pain in the ass bad guy he could think of. It was something that he often tried to avoid thinking of, repressing to a very small corner of his mind that was reserved for sucky or otherwise unpleasant information he just wasn't up to dealing with.

Chore day.

Wally's eye twitched. "You have GOT to be kidding me."

He stood face to face with the bane of his existence: Batman's assignment list. It was a foe he had faced many times in the past. But never…never like this.

The list instructed in very plain very boring and very printed text as follows;

-Trash sweep (Heaven forbid he be specific)

- Check trash compactor (Ewww)

- Supply check

- Create a list for supplies needed (A list within a list?)

- Post patrol schedule

- Garage sweep

- Fuel vehicles

- Secondary base sweep (What is the trash going to sneak back into the base?)

- Clean out garage, basement, etc. (There's a basement?)

- Wash vehicles inside and out

- Wash and upgrade Sphere (Why does he think I have any idea how to do that?)

- Check and clean armory (We have an armory?)

- Laundry sweep (Well this might not be so bad)

P.S. The laundry sweep only male rooms. (Never mind)

The list eventually became longer than his arm as he flipped the paper over to discover he had only been looking at the back side of the list. His heart sank, and then began pumping a red hot anger through his veins. Glowering, he folded the list several times until he could begrudgingly shove the piece of paper into his pocket. "Why is it always me?" Wally highly doubted anyone else was subjected to this-this torture! Certainly not Robin. Though when he pondered on the bitter thought further he relented that as Dick Grayson the school he was enrolled in was surely a form of abuse. This was going to be a waste of his energy and time. Since when had he become the team's personal fueling, repairing, recycling maid?

Despite the great reluctance he felt toward the idea of a chore day, Wally set about completing the dreaded To-Do List. He was the fastest-well one of the fastest- guys alive after all, right? How long could chores really take? Besides maybe the Bat gave him the most to do because he could get the most done in the shortest amount of time. Wally was, by his own standards very efficient.

Nope. He was wrong. Batman-Bruce hated him. He had too, there was no other explanation. Wally took this time to thank whatever God there may or may not be that it was finally, finally over. His day long trip to hell was finally over, and he'd never have to do another chore…Until his turn came up again.

Collapsing with the subtly of an avalanche the speedster tumbled gracelessly down onto the nearest couch he could find. And damn if he didn't nearly fall asleep right on the spot with the exhaustion ravaging his senses. The only thing keeping him from passing out was the vague sense of stubbornness he had to stay awake. Pulling the To-Do List warily from his pocket Wally eyed it one last time and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw every objective crossed off. "Thank God." At least his chore day was over, and despite the minor setbacks of the day, he felt pretty good about his success.

Sure he had blown a wall out of the armory and tripped up the stairs several times on his way up from the basement (effectively creating more mess to clean). During his laundry run (and he had taken care to really bolt here, lest someone catch him and add more to the pile) he somehow ended up with more laundry then he'd started with. 'Damn superheroes sneaking their laundry into the loads.' He thought at the time, in the middle of his awkward attempt to sort through his teammates' laundry.

Cleaning the whole building and taking out the trash had been his least favorite parts of the day if he simply had to choose. One teenage boy cleaning the entire base was like sending a mouse to clean your house. Just wrong and cruel. And apparently the team recycled (because it was extremely good for the environment). What was it Supes was always going on about? "The change starts with us!' Ah, that was it. Wally remembered the day the big man had recited that quote, the entire team had their face in their hands within moments. Even Batman showed signs of having personality, by turning his overtly gloomy gaze on their over enthusiastic "leader". The stuff was prime commercial material. Wally chuckled at the prospect of Superman pitching slogans to commercial companies. He would have face palmed at the image that immediately came to his mind at the thought, had he not been handling so much garbage for the last half hour. Just to spite the two big wigs behind the extra measures he was forced to take, Wally had secretly thrown one of the recyclables in with the normal garbage and vice versa. He then wondered if Superman had a recycling sense, and whether or not it was tingling.

But he was brought from his mental recap of the day when a familiar pair of hands pressed down on his shoulders. "You look terrible."

Wally gave a tired smile. Just who he'd been missing. "And you smell like garbage mixed with laundry detergent." Roy Harper.

"I missed you too," Wally muttered with little sarcasm.

"Why do you smell so…"

"Gross?"

Roy gagged to emphasize his point. "You need a shower. ASAP." Wally pouted, opening his mouth to protest about his long and torturous day, but was stopped short when a better idea occurred to him.

"Well I would…but I'm so tired. Exhausted even." Roy could tell where this was going, and rolled his eyes at the younger teen's antics. "Maybe you could help a guy out and-"

"I am not gonna carry you to the shower."

"But-"

"I am almost ninety percent sure you could manage getting to the shower on your own. You've done it plenty of times before."

Wally weakly threw his arms up in an exasperated gesture. "Oh you are no fun Roy, no fun at all. A terrible boyfriend too." Roy snorted, clearly unconcerned about his reputation not being that of the greatest boyfriend on the planet.

"You'll survive I'm sure." Roy waved an uncaring hand toward the speedster, who pulled himself to his feet with great effort.

"I hate you," Was all Wally offered before dragging his feet forward in a slow, agonizing walk to the nearest shower.

"Love you too."

Little did poor Wally know, this day was only the beginning of his troubles.