Disclaimer: I don't own what I want to own , and that certainly includes YJ.
Kay , settling the ages , Roy:17/18 , Dick: 13 , Wally:15/16
"When is this going to end!" asked Dick as he fiddled in the back seat of the car , trying to clutch to anything at all.
"Talk about yourself , I'm sitting in the front seat!" screamed Roy back , thankful for the seatbelt althought it didn't go much . He still flew from his seat a little every now and then.
Wally , suprising both his friends by not throwing up , and giving a firm hold to the driver's wheel frowned a bit .
"C'mon ! Guys , you're the ones who agreed to come help me practice for my drivers liscence!" he answerd back . Those rocks were just so frustrating !
"But aren't you supposed to take classes before you apply for the lisence?" asked Dick , falling off his seat for the second time with a small 'woah!' .
"C'mon , I mean Roy said he would always be glad to teach me when I wanted to learn how to." he argued , dodging yet another large rock.
"That was before I knew you do suicidal driving . And oh , Wally I take it back , I do not want to teach you , and never will do that again , now please go back to driving so that me and Dick don't have to bother trying to stay alive!"
"That wasn't an encouraging thing to say , Roy Boy." said Wally flashing him a smile.
Roy scowled at the nickname. "Is it encouraging enought to say that you would have killed someone if we weren't in a desert area?" asked Dick who flew from his seat again as Wally drove over a stone.
"You want me to to drop you down here then?"He asked sarcastically. "Fine by me , Boy Blunder." he contiuned , frowning again as he spotted a gigantic rock , and before reacting , noticed it was too late. "Heads down-" he managed to say before they were over it. 'Stupid rocks!' he thought . 'Deserts were supposed to contain sand ; not rocks! The people who made those desert safari places really need to work on it a bit more.'
"Woah!" yelled Dick as he flew off his seat , yet again . A bang was heard . Roy , totally ignoring the fact that his seatbelt literally swung off him , and that he fell of his chair sideways looked at Wally.
"Wally , you ok?" he asked , holding his throbbing head.
Wally had hit his face on the driving wheel , fortunately keeping his foot of the gear when he flew , but those things were hard ,and he doubted that would leave a bruise.
"'M fine..." he said rubbing his throbbing head . "I think." he completed
"You ok , Dickie?" Roy asked. When no reply was replied ,Wally and him turned around to the back seat concerned.
Dick was not okay. He had clearly banged his head on the car's glass window , and it was sligtly bleeding. Dick groaned , clutching his head with his hand. That made Roy's question look stupid.
"Do I look ok?" he asked , slightly sighing shakily.
"Sorry ... It's all my fault." said Wally feeling pretty guilty.
"'T's ok Walls , just a little headache.." he replied back.
"That needs to be bandaged up." Roy argued turning into big bro mood , starind at Dick's bleeding head.
"I guess we should drive to the closest clinic or something..." said Wally , still feeling a bit guilty about this whole situation.
"Get down , Wally." declared Roy , eyes not leaving Dick's bleeind head . The red head looked a bit bewildered. " . I'm not letting you drive to the clinic." Explained Roy.
Wally raised up his hands in defeat and didn't bother un-buckiling his already un-buckled seat belt and got down quietly.
Roy , thanking the lord for this , climbed down , and gleefully sat on the seat previously occupied by Wally.
"Hang on , Dickie-Bird ." he comforted. "We'll be out of here in a sec."
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Roy and Wally sat patiently waiting for Dick in the clinics waiting room. It was a small , yet very pleasant , clean , and comforting place to be in. The waiting room was no lengthier than about four meters , and a small narrow hall contained several doors that said 'For Staff Only' and a couple that said 'Dr. Juliet's Clinic' and 'Medical Base and Storage' .
The two were silent. Maybe too silent. Wally tapped both his feet in an annoying rythm that ecoed around the empty waiting room , while Roy's mind was just floating about somewhere else.
A blond nurse , who had her hair curled up in a bun with a bagde that said 'Yasmine' enterd the waiting room , smiling.
"Roy Harper and Wallace West?"she asked , and continued after seeing the to nod. Like , DUH. There was no one else but them in the room. "Dr. Juliet wishes to see you." she contiuned smiling slightly.
The two nodded once again , and rushed over to the fifth door to the right , 'Dr. Juliet's Clinic'.
Not bothering to knock on the door , the two enterd hasily , only to see Dick sitting in front of an amber haired middle aged women , the desk making a distance between the two.
Wally waved slightly , and sat on the chair that was place next to Dick's. Roy , noticing the loss of chairs , stood in the middle of the two.
"Wallace and Roy I assume."said softly. "I was just telling Richard here about a few things to be cautious about , and I'm sure you'd like to know ." she continued.
"Of course." said Roy , looking up at Dick's bandaged head.
"He must get a few hours rest , and should not run , jump , or even concentrate too much on something for at least the next couple days." she said strictly. "It shall give him a ticking headache , and loss of atention if he defies any of those. And I assume you two will maintain safe driving while doing so , am I right?" she asked , eyeing the teenagers suspiciously.
"Of course Dr Juliet , I will make sure the rides are safe." Roy chimed in quickly , staring at Wally who just stared at the ground in response.
"Come on Dick , lets go." Wally said , giving his friend a hand up. Dick took it gratefully and managed to stand up. Now he just had to find some excuse to tell Bruce and Alfred...
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"But why!" argued Wally swaying his arms around this way and that.
"Because, this was your fault and you have to find an excuse to tell Alfred and Bruce." said Dick coldly.
"Roy Boy" said Wally getting closer to Roy and putting his arm around his neck. "Have I ever told you that you were the best bro alive?" asked Wally , his eyes twinkiling.
"Nice try West . But I'm not interested in being killed by DaddyBats." said Roy , shrugging Wally's hand off.
The red head was completely dismayed. "Go ahead , ring it." said Dick , actually waiting to see Bruce tell Wally off , you can't deny it , it would be amusing.
His hands shaking , Wally rang the Wayne Manor's doorbell , cursing himself for even agreeing to try and drive.
The trio could hear a key shift in the lock on the other side , and a hand slowly touching the doorknob.
"Tell Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry that I love them..." said Wally as the door opened only 1/2 , scratch that 1/3% with sarcasm.
Dick was going to talk about this for ages , and Roy had already opened the video recorder he had in his phone. This was the worst day in the speedster's life.