I don't own Young Justice.

Side B

Field trips were always a pain. Wally didn't see the point in going to some prestigious school in Gotham. So what if Gotham Academy had the best science program in the US, they were all super rich kids! Didn't that guarantee that there'd be, y'know, a serious snob problem? The guide that taken Wally around the school had been rambling on about how Gotham Academy was such a good school, and how Wally was such a promising student, and how Gotham Academy would be glad to give Wally a scholarship in the science department. The red headed speedster on the other hand, was not very happy about being there. Uncle Barry was so ecstatic when he heard Wally was about to get a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship to Gotham Academy, he ended up phasing through Wally- albeit, it felt pretty weird, but nonetheless, Wally could tell his uncle was nothing but excited for him.

"Mr. West, would you like to visit one of our top classes here at Gotham Academy? The students are only in eighth grade, but they are very promising students, just like yourself."

"Uh," Wally looked around the empty hall as they approached a door that sat idly in the hall, "Sure, why not." He sounded more than just exasperated, but the guide didn't seem to care at all. Almost in a tentative manner, the guide quietly slid the door open to whatever class had been in there. Wally stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet as the guide spoke to the teacher. Unfortunately, much to Wally's dismay, the teacher of the class actually had the decency to let them in! He stifled a groan as the teacher cheerfully welcomed them in.

"Welcome to Gotham Academy, Mr. West. How do you like it here so far?" The teacher placed some papers on the desk that was situated in the front of the room.

"It's uh, not bad." He wasn't paying much attention to the teacher, as he looked over the rows of students sitting orderly in their uniforms. They didn't seem to notice him. It looked like they were all too busy working on whatever they were working on. He glanced at the white board at the front of the room, and noticed a number of mathematical equations written on it. He was in a math class? How boring.

"That's good to hear. I'm sure you will enjoy your time here at our school." She adjusted the glasses the rested on the bridge of her nose, "This is the seventh grade honors math class." The teacher gestured to the students and began talking about what they do, and some other things that Wally didn't really care about. He scanned the heads of the kids, who were all staring down into their desks. Were all the kids this… boring? Just as Wally began staring out the window past the teacher's shoulder, the sound of a chair squeaking on the floor pulled his head to a student who was standing up now. The young student also caught the attention of the teacher, who abruptly stopped speaking to Wally. "Oh, Mr. Grayson, do you need to go to the bathroom?"

The black haired boy scoffed, seeming embarrassed, "Er- No, Ms. Adams. I've finished my work for a while. I was wondering if there was anything I could do."

"Oh, of course. Hm…" The teacher looked down while holding her chin. "Oh!" She perked up and immediately looked between Wally and the kid, "Why don't you take Mr. West out for a walk? What better tour guide than a student at the school?" Wally's eyes flicked over to look at his guide who stood next to him. To say the least, Wally wasn't the only one who was relieved.

The boy looked a little reluctant about it, but he nodded and agreed to give Wally a personal tour. He gathered his things and picked them up into his arms, and strode over to the older boy. Using his head to gesture for Wally to follow him, he walked past the trio in the front and left the class. After politely bidding the two adults adieu, the red head followed after the other boy.

For a while, Wally walked behind the eighth grader in silence, seemingly going nowhere special. So much for a tour. As they walked, Wally looked over the boy in front of him. He was pretty small, fairly shorter than him, and he slicked his hair back. He wore the same uniform as every other student he'd seen, but it seemed to fit the boy better, and despite his small stature, it seemed like he was pretty fit. Or, at least that's what Wally got from looking at him. The younger boy suddenly stopped by a set of lockers, causing Wally to bump into him.

"Oh- Sorry."

The younger boy shook his head, "No it's okay," He turned to the set of lockers next to them, opening the one at the top. "I should have said something earlier, but I just wanted to stop by my locker first."

"Um, that's okay." The boy raised a brow at Wally's monotone response, but he went on to putting his books into his locker.

"So, a scholarship huh?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

"Uh… Science." Wally felt less and less optimistic about going to the school. No one was really interesting, and he missed his friends back at Central City. He sighed inwardly, wondering when he could go home. But then there was a laugh. An odd, uplifting laugh that echoed in the empty hall. It was from the boring boy standing in front of him. Green eyes looked over to the other boy, who was trying to stifle a laugh with his hand over his mouth. "What's so funny?"

It took a bit for him to respond, but finally the boy stopped giggling, "It's just… it's just funny how hard you're trying to make it seem like you want to be here, when you obviously hate it here."

"Well- it's not like I really have a choice." At least someone understood how bored he was. "My uncle's all super happy that I can go here, but to be honest… This place sucks."

"Really? Why's that?" Oddly enough, the kid seemed genuinely interested in what Wally had to say. Though, it was his school after all.

"It's just…" He paused for a moment, considering whether or not he might offend the other boy, "Nothing's really interesting here." Okay that was a lie. The cafeteria was interesting. And, for some reason, this kid was too. "Uh- no offense."

The boy simply shrugged, "None taken. I get it. This entire school is really boring most of the time." The boy peered past Wally's shoulder, and looked around the empty hall as if to check for people. "Class isn't over for a while, and I don't think you want to stay here, so you want to go get something to eat? I'm hungry."

Wally stared at the younger boy, were they skipping out? "What about the tour?" asked Wally as the other began walking past him. The tour guide stopped and looked over his shoulder with a surprising smirk.

"What happened to 'This place sucks'?" Wally just stared at him for a few seconds, before curling a big grin. He quickly caught up to the other boy and walked next to him. As they neared the exit to the school, the shorter boy stopped. "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself." He held his hand out to Wally, a grin plastered on his face, "Dick Grayson."

Wally stared at the hand, wondering whether or not this meant he had gained a new friend. Before he took too long, Wally took the other's smaller hand, which was rather warm, and gave it a quick shake. "Wally West." Their hands lingered for just a moment- barely any time at all, but Wally acknowledged it. He quickly pulled his hand away and folded his arms behind his head, grinning ear to ear. "So- where are we headed?"

Dick ran his fingers through his slick black hair, making a pout at the neat organized style his hair was set in, "There isn't much around here except for the train and a small strip mall. There's a nice diner there though." As he pushed the door open to the school, he began loosening the tie that was wrapped tightly around his neck. "We'll have to walk for a while, I hope that's okay." The red head nodded, following after him. His body itched for him to break out into a run, as walking was much too slow, but he couldn't. Not when he was with Dick.

"Are you sure you should be skipping school? Isn't that like… against the rules for you guys?" Now that Wally had time to think about it, weren't they supposed to be super uptight about these rules and keeping appearances?

"Oh sure it's against the rules." He shrugged, "But we're not all like you, Mr. Goody-two-shoes." Dick chimed in a teasing way, a smirk planted on his face. Wally could see a little sparkle in his eyes- which were a very pretty blue color. It reminded him of the sky.

Wally could only give Dick a playful face, "I'm pretty sure you're more of a goody-two-shoes than I am."

"Your mom didn't think so."

"You met my mom?"

"Sure did."

"…When?"

"Last night in my bed." Wally couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect Dick to have such crude humor that was so bad, it was funny. Wally was definitely warming up to the kid.

"You're funny." He casually threw an arm around Dick's shoulders, grinning brightly. "I like you, even if I hate your school." The brunette flushed at the older boy's sudden actions, almost curling up within himself. However, he quickly smiled up at the older boy.

"I like you too."