This is actually the first Fanfiction I have ever written in my life, so I'm slightly nervous. I don't mind critic reviews or anything, and the next chapter will probably not be up for a while because, I'll admit it, I'm lazy and get distracted very easily.

I don't own these characters. *holds back tears*

I'm putting this as rated T for now, although it will probably be M in the future. Please forgive me for any spelling or grammar errors.

Chapter One

The early morning air stung his cheeks as he sped down the quiet, nearly abandoned, street. This was how Wally's days always began. The feel of the tarmac under his boots, the way his eyes streamed from the cold. Running wasn't just a super power to him, it was his life. He needed this like J'onn needed Oreos. Like GL needed Shayera. Like Bats needed Diana…

No.

He wouldn't think about that. It hurt to think about that. He had to focus on running. His legs blurred with speed, he was just a smear of red and gold to passers by. Running made everything better.

The people of Keystone had grown used to seeing Flash every morning. He always ran the same route. He would start off around the outskirts of the city, the identical suburban streets of plain white houses and perfectly manicured grass. Then, he would run to the inner city. It was always busy there, even at just six in the morning. Wally didn't usually stay in that area long. He might be fast, but speeding around moving vehicles for too long was a death wish. He would usually end up running around his favorite part of Keystone; the small backstreets and alleyways half a mile or so away from Main Street. These alleyways always gave Wally a challenge. Running on an empty street was too easy. Running on a street with moving vehicles was too risky. These alleyways provided obstacles for him to dodge or jump. Boxes, bins, even the occasional cat.

That was where Wally was now. He had come to the end of a street leading back to the center of Keystone. He sharply swerved left into an alleyway with some nice big boxes of rubbish for him to evade. Wally grinned. This was good training for reflexes.

Just as he neared a particularly disgusting bin, his ear communicator came to life.

"Flash, report to the Watchtower." J'onn said in his familiar monotone voice. The sudden interruption of J'onn in his ear had set him off track.

Wally promptly crashed into the bin.

After brushing himself down and checking that no one had seen the bin incident, Wally touched his earpiece and replied to J'onn.

"Bit early, isn't it? It's, what, seven?"

"I know, Flash, but it is an emergency. Superman has called the original seven for a meeting."

"Supes has never heard of being polite, huh? I could've been sleeping. Can't this wait? There's a packet of Oreos in it if you come up with an excuse for me to miss this meeting." J'onn seemed to be almost contemplating this offer, but thought better of it.

"Flash, orders."

"Fine." This wasn't going to be a good day, the speedster could feel it. Whenever his morning routine got interrupted, it was always because of bad stuff.

After he had been teleported up to the Watchtower, Wally deliberately walked to the meeting room slowly. He didn't like it in there. A part of Wally had never grown up, so being stuck in a boring room at a table for hours didn't appeal to him.

He was the last one to get to the meeting, Wally swore Superman gave him a glare, but he couldn't be sure.

"You know, kid, for the fastest guy here, you do take a while to get to meetings." GL laughed as he said it. Hawkgirl smiled and shook her head at Wally. They were the only two in the room who didn't look serious. The speedster began to wonder why, until he realised that they were sitting next to each other. Hawkgirl had moved over into Flash's seat, meaning...

Wally had to sit next to Batman. The one man who scared him shitless and turned him on at the same time. Wait, J'onn was in the room.

Bad brain.

Very bad brain.

He didn't want the others in the league to get an idea of his crush for a certain caped crusader. Speaking of whom, Bats was looking very moody today. Maybe it was because he had to sit next to the speedster. Then again, Wally reasoned, Bats was always grouchy anyway.

The red-clad man inwardly sighed and sat down next to Batman. This was going to be a long meeting, longer than usual.

7:30

Superman talked about the expanding league. Who was staying, who was leaving, who's shifts were who's. 'Normal, uninteresting meeting filler' Wally thought.

'Why is Bats so tense all the time.' He shot a the man a quick glance. Batman was sitting stiffly in his chair, unmoving. He wasn't slouching on the back of his chair like Wally was.

'How is his back even dealing with all that strain he must be putting on it.' Oh wait, Wally knew. It was because he was the goddamn Batman. Wally resumed his job of being bored to death.

8:30

Superman was still talking. How was Superman still talking?! Nothing interesting had been said. Nothing about evil guys or plans to take down crime groups, just stuff to do with the League itself. Batman was still sitting up straight like his life depended on it. Wally found himself staring at Batman's back instead of concentrating on what was being said.

He sat and watched and willed for Bats to slacken, just a little, but he didn't. Wally made a vow to never take his eyes off the caped crusaders back until it had moved, even an inch.

"Flash." Superman's voice rang out across the room, and the speedster realised he was being watched by everyone. He slowly drew his eyes away from Batman's back and looked Superman in the eye. He couldn't gather the courage to look and see if Batman had noticed his staring.

"Flash, I asked you a question." Superman said more sternly.

"Oh…I, uh…" Wally began to babble. He hadn't realised that Superman could glare so fiercely, but he had been wrong.

"Honestly, Flash, you really need to listen to what's being said." Superman scolded, and Wally ducked his head in shame. His prediction earlier about how crap today was going to be was correct.

"What was the question?" He mumbled, his face still lowered. He could feel eyes on his skin, and he knew that one pair belonged to the Bat sitting next to him.

He really had to stop thinking this stuff. J'onn could be inside his brain. Right now. Reading his mind.

"I asked whether you had a problem with taking monitor duty with Batman."

Ohh shit.

"Erm…well I'm not really sure…" Wally rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly. A quick glance to his left confirmed the fact that Bats still had his eyes on him.

"We'll take that as a yes." GL smirked at Wally as he said it. Nobody wanted monitor duty with Batman. It's wasn't that nobody liked him; it was just that he was a pretty tedious guy to have duty with. He never spoke; he just got on with whatever it was that had to be done.

Monitor duty schedule was decided every year. Last year, Wally had been with Diana. That was where he had found out about her crush on Batman. Ever since, Wally had been keeping an eye on them when they were together. He couldn't deny it, they made a pretty cute couple, but the jealously had ripped through him. Ever since he had joined the league, Wally'd had a huge man-crush on the Bat. He was pretty certain his feelings weren't reciprocated.

Monitor duty didn't just mean sitting at a screen for two hours, either. The person who you were paired up with was sort of your partner for the next year. That would mean he and Bats would be working together pretty much 24/7.

Wally mentally face palmed. He should really say something to stop this catastrophe, but his lips had glued themselves together.

He nodded his head meekly.

Another glance sideways, and his eyes caught with Batman's. There was a long second where neither of them moved, but then Batman dragged his gaze away and asked Superman an unrelated question that Wally didn't care about.

Argh. What the fuck had just happened? He had counted on Batman and Wonder woman being together this year. Wally honestly wouldn't have minded having J'onn as a monitor duty partner. They could have just pigged out on Oreos the whole time. Instead of that heaven, Wally was stuck with a brooding Bat for 2+ hours.

Batman didn't seem the type for Oreos, Wally thought grimly.