Readers…
I am sick. I can't – stop – sneezing!
URGHHHHHHHHHH.
Um… oh yeah. Some of you may have read one of my other stories, 'Why?' I advise you go read that story first before coming back to this so you understand what's going on
Anyway, I spoke to 'Patty' the other day, and now she's saying sorry. That she didn't mean anything. And all my other 'friends' (Who I'm beginning to seriously doubt ) say that I should forgive her and stuff. Their using all of their cards: Old embarrassing moments, secrets shared at sleepovers, fail moments, just basically trying to blackmail/bribe me into forgiving a traitor.
I don't know what to do.
I don't want to be alone…
All my other friends... they've all been friends with Patty longer than me. Of course they defend her. So basically, if I don't 'forgive' Patty, I have no friends.
I am… conflicted.
(For the purpose of this story, Robin is the mole and this is told from Wally's POV. It's obvious who 'Patty' is, and who I am. That doesn't mean I believe Robin is the mole, it just works for this story)
Disclaimer: -_-'
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I have no idea what to do right now.
It's just… when I was little, I'd never imagine I'd have a really really good friend who would backstab me like this, and then just… come back.
(He… he came back…)
Of course, the fact that Rob's currently unconscious in a hospital bed in front of me doesn't really help.
If Artemis were here right now, she'd punch me in the shoulder for being sarcastic in a situation like this. But right now, I'm the only one in the Med. bay right now, with everybody else on the team fast asleep. Well, I bet Batman's hanging out around here somewhere. I swear that guy doesn't sleep at all. Wonder how much coffee he must drink…
Anyway, when Robin first showed up at Mount Justice, it'd been about 24-hours after his whole 'Reveal myself to be the mole' charade. The team and I hadn't been taking his betrayal that… well.
Neither had Roy, for that matter.
Robin… the guy we'd both known since he was eight… our little brother… was working for the other side. It hurt in ways I can't describe to realize that the next time we'd see Rob; we would have to fight him, take him in for custody.
(No more video games, no more capture-the-flag, no more hanging out…)
I can only imagine what the cops would think if we brought in Robin dressed up as a Shadow, in the clothes of an assassin. And the press, oh God, the press. I can see the headlines now:
'GOLDEN BOY WONDER REVEALS TO BE NOT-SO GOLDEN'
'SUPERHERO COMMUNITY CRUSHED BY REALIZATION'
'IS ANYONE OUT THERE SAFE ANYMORE?'
'BOY WONDER BECOMES BOY BLUNDER'
'WALLY WEST IS AN IDIOT FOR EVER THINKING HE HAD A BEST FRIEND.'
When Batman had burst in earlier that day with an unconscious and holy cow, beaten Rob in his arms, Batman had sped off to the Med. bay to get some treatment for his adopted son, without even glancing at the team and I, without even thinking about how we would react. Because apparently, he still cared about Robin, even though he was a traitor.
(The word still left a bitter taste on my tongue. Traitor…)
Later, we would we would be fed some sob story by our mentors that Robin had been a double agent for our side. Apparently, Robin had spent months infiltrating the League of Shadows, giving Justice League information to them in order to gain trust, without even telling Batman. Rob had been that secretive.
It explained why the Shadows always seemed to know our every mood. It was because Rob told them everything about anything. Of course, Rob also got information about the enemy side, figured out their locations and bases and wrote them down, but he never told anybody on my –our- side.
Stupid bats and their stupid secrets.
(He could've told me…)
I could tell the rest of my team believed that. Except Roy and I. And probably even Batman, while we're holding the party.
The team believed the lie because they were so naïve, so new and inexperienced to the world of crime, where sometimes even the good guys had to fight dirty. But still, how could they not see the truth when it was right in front of their eyes?
They also didn't know Robin as well as the three (Roy, Bats, me) of us did- or thought we did, for that matter.
I know I was probably kicking myself from the moment that Rob left in that helicopter, for not noticing how stressed Robin had seemed of late, how just tired and strained he had been. I guess I just assumed he was having a hard time adjusting to adding a whole new team on his plate that included getting great grades in school and being a bat. But apparently, what Robin had trouble with was also being a freaking double agent for a group of superheroes and a society of super-villains.
(I thought we trusted each other… or, at least, I did.)
Sometimes I really hate Robin. Oh wait, I already do.
But now… as I stand on the double sided glass window watching my ex-best friend sleeping, connected to dozens of machines because he's on life support while he deals with a completely broken right arm, collapsed lung, and two bullet-shattered knee-caps, I find that I can't hate him. Right now, at least.
Because you have no idea how hard it is to hate someone when they're barely hanging onto life right in front of them.
The Shadows… if Rob had honestly turned and willingly joined them, then he must've seen something he didn't agree with. Like, an assassination or some other sight that would twist his colored tights into a knot. And because he'd spoken up about it, the Shadows had beaten him up and left to die, slowly or painfully.
Or Robin really was a double agent and the Shadows had somehow found out so they hurt him as punishment because they can, which almost makes me want to hurl. Or punch something like Superboy does when he gets mad at Superman's refusal to accept him. Either one, really…
I just… I want to hate Rob so bad that it hurts, but I can't, because all I feel right now is this numb feeling, which I realize is pity.
(Does he think I'm beneath him? Is that why he left…?)
I pity Robin.
The freaking 'Boy Wonder', partner to the Dark Knight of Gotham- The (goddamn) Batman.
Because it's times like these… when Rob's only wearing his underwear and nothing else, and he's shivering underneath the thin, scratchy hospital sheets on his 'bed', that I realize… Robin's really only a 13-year-old. At his age, guys are just trying to get girls to notice them while dealing with their own body-related issues.
Robin has to deal with enemies from all sides now, has to fight them off… run from them… I'm much, much, faster then Robin though. I can escape all this if I really wanted to. But Robin can't, he's only thirteen.
Only human…
(I wonder if he knows how much better he is than me…)
The last thing Robin needs right now is me, his best friend, hating him while he recovers from some pretty serious injuries.
But the moment the last IV needle comes out of Rob's arm… we're going to have a talk. I'll have to call up Roy for that 'talk', too…
Deciding to finally do something, I push open the door-quietly of course, I don't want to wake Robin- and walk towards Robin, grabbing another blanket from one of the empty hospital cots as I go. When I reach the ex-Boy Wonder, I carelessly throw the blanket on top of him, pausing only a moment to make sure I didn't mess up any of the many machines hooked up to Rob's body.
He's only thirteen…
As I turn to leave, I freeze when I hear a voice. It sounds like a whisper, like something hissed through barely open lips, but in the dead silence of the hospital room, with the only sounds coming from the low hum of the machines, I hear it: "You know… you'll have to speak to me at some point."
It's him. He spoke to me.
What he said… it's a statement, a rhetorical question.
I leave the room.
(… I don't know…)
Google doesn't have an answer to this question…
My name is Wally West, and I have no honest-to-God idea what to do now.
…
My name is OHA, and I'm as clueless as a teenage boy when it comes to girls. Even though I am a girl. So please ignore that really stupid sentence I just typed.
Anyway… yeah. That's basically all that's going on right now in my life. It doesn't help that tomorrow I have to go back to school once I get better -_-'
Once again, things in italics and parentheses it my thoughts/feelings, I just said 'he' in them because I was technically Wally XP
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~OHA