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BRUCE/WALLY SLASH WARNING

I do not own DC.

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"I have to do it."

Wally clenched his fists at his side, his bones groaning with the effort of breathing, but he looked at the bloodied faces of his friends. They looked shocked at his declaration, knowing he wasn't joking this time.

Wally coughed, flecks of red lighting on his lips. "I got us in this. I'm getting us out."

Hauling himself up from the ground, the rubble smoking around him. He could hear the faint shouts of his friends, each of them yelling for him to come back.

"Wally." He heard the hoarse whisper from the ground next to him, he looked over finding two glazed, blue eyes staring at him.

Bruce, sat against the torn wall, his eyes searching Wally' face, "Don't go."

It tore Wally apart, the vulnerability in Bruce made Wally want to pick him up and take him away, the two of them alone against the world. But he knew it wasn't going to happen this time.

He winced, but leaned down close to Bruce, brushing a bare hand against the older man's bloodied cheek. The others around them looking away to give them a moment alone.

"I have to Bruce. And you know it." He looked at his friends, Shayera and Diana with tears streaming down their cheeks. John and Clark both looked like they could murder if they weren't beaten so badly. Bruce's eyes brightened, a new determination in them. One Wally recognized.

Faster than Bruce was ready for, Wally grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him, conveying everything into the man he held so dearly between his hands. Every 'I love you' he wouldn't say, every 'I love you he'd never been brave enough to say. Every thought, feeling, and hope he had for their future, he put into the kiss, whispering soft words of love and hope into Bruce's ear.

Clark was blushing, looking ready to cry himself, the rest of his team bloodied, battered and tear streaked. Turning to each of them he smiled, "Thank you. Everyone. You were my family, you were my home. I love you all." Letting out a shuddered breath he smiled, "Don't go crazy when I'm gone, just make sure you do what we've always fought so hard for. Stay in the light, don't become like them." They all knew who he was talking about. They all nodded, murmurs of 'we love you too Wally' rang in the chamber.

"Okay." Turning to Bruce he leaned down once more, watching as Bruce held onto Wally's thigh for dear life, "I love you. Be safe, don't be stupid, and let people help you." Wally disentangled himself from Bruce's grip and walked to the large steel doors, knocking hard that the sound reverberated around the small prison cell they'd been dumped in.

A moment passed and then the doors opened, the loud scraping noise overwhelmed by the cheers of thousands echoing around the arena as Wally walked in. He took two steps, a soft voice stopped him.

"You better come back to me or I'll kill you myself." Wally turned, a sad smile on his face as he waved at his closest friends in the room behind him, the double doors slowly shutting on his tear streaked face. His last glance of Bruce pleading for him to come back.

The doors shut with a resolute thud. Wally walked into the center of the dirt pit, eyes lighting around the fighting zone, searching the scattered boulders and rocks trying to find the challenger. The cheers quieted. No one moved, no one dared make a sound as the large, double doors on the other side of the arena opened with a screech.

A roar echoed around the arena, cheers rising as a massive beast crawled out of the darkness. Wally crouched, ready to take out the threat to make it home.

Home to Bruce.

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TWO WEEKS EARLIER

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"How is it that you guys managed to be completely gunk free?"

Flash walked off the transporter pad, flicking his hands and wiping green goo from his chin. His entire body covered in gelatinous green stuff that the aliens he, Batman, and Green Lantern had just fought seemed to secrete out of every pore.

Looking at his two friends as they walked ahead of him he frowned. They shrugged and went on their way, smirking Wally rushed between the two of them and spun in a quick circle, all remnants of the goo flying off of him and onto Batman and GL.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

Twice.

"Real mature, hot shot." John grumbled.

Bruce glowered, not bothering to do anything but storm off to the team locker room, Wally giggling and following him. John grumbled the length of the hallway and all through the shower as they all cleaned up and put on new gear.

Wally smiled, feeling good about what they'd been able to accomplish, the normal team dynamic was back after weeks of having everyone walking on eggshells around him. He'd had a rough couple months, disappearing into the speed force and a few weeks later having his brain switched with Luthor.

He shuddered just thinking about it.

He left the locker room and proceeded down the hall to the teleport pads, ready to go back to his apartment and sleep for a week. He checked the onboard clock wall, each telling a different time around the world, and in the galaxy. He checked the clock reading Central City and blanched at the time.

"Is that am or pm?" He asked pointing at the hands reading 2:30. Batman didn't look up, "That's AM."

Wally groaned, rubbing the sharp pain between his eyes. He had Monitor Duty in two and a half hours, not enough time for him to make the trip back to Earth and back. He glanced at Bruce, noticing the lack of response and turned on his heels to go take a quick nap in his room.

"I switched your duty time with Shayera, you'll be on watch with me at ten." Bruce typed in a few things, Wally whirled around a huge smile on his face. Speeding next to the dark hero he nudged Batman's shoulder, receiving a glare. Wally just brushed it off.

"Thanks Bats! I'll actually get a few solid hours of shut eye–" He paused noticing a look cross Bruce's face and grinned, sheepish, "But you already know that or you wouldn't have...I see." Waving he left the main area, "Thanks again! See you at ten!" Pausing for a moment, Wally looked back with a smile, "You should get some rest too, running on caffeine and adrenaline isn't doing you any favors."

Bruce just rolled his eyes, typing away on the monitor as Wally ran off, headed for a few much needed winks.

Bruce finished typing, pushing away from the large computer before going down the hall to his own quarters. He nodded to Terrific, the other hero nodding back as he took up his place at the center of the massive console.

Bruce was tired. Not that he'd admit it to anyone. He wanted to grab a few minutes himself, but not because Wally told him to.

The Dark Knight frowned at that thought as he made his way down the crowded halls, barely acknowledging anyone except the few who dared send him a greeting. He didn't ask for people to be afraid of him, they just were. Wally was always the exception to that rule, and Clark...and his own Bats, but not many other people went out of their way to say 'hey, how was your day.' Bruce didn't actually mind, the only people that mattered already did it themselves.

He hit a few numbers on the keypad, entering the dark room. He moved to the small bed in the corner of the room, a large desk and shelves taking up most of the small space.

I'll just rest my eyes for a second….not that he'd ever tell Flash that.

He'd never live it down.

Listening to the bumps and creaks, Bruce's eyes drooped and he slowly faded into calm sleep. His last thoughts of green goo, red hair, and a smile he couldn't get out of his head.

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Oh man! How did they get to that place? What happened? Why are there aliens that secrete green goo?! Stay tuned to find out ;)