This is my second fan fiction, and as you can see, it's also Young Justice. I don't own anything, because if I did, I'd be rich, and my room would be plastered with Young Justice merchandise. Sorry if the summary isn't very good, but I don't want to give too much away. Keep reading and you'll find out~
This is just the prologue, so it's pretty short. I just got this idea a few days ago, and it's still kind of forming in my head. It'll take a while for things to get full-tilt, but I promise it'll be good!
Richard Grayson and Wallace West could tell you everything about each other. Richard could tell you that his best friend was always called Wally, never Wallace, and sometimes Kid Flash. Wally could tell you that Richard was usually called Dick, sometimes Richard, and mostly Robin. Richard could tell you that in his spare time, Wally could be found in the gym at Mt. Justice running laps and attempting to vibrate his molecules through a solid wall, or in the kitchen practically eating a hole through the wall. Wally could tell you that in his spare time, Richard could be found in his room (at Wayne Manor) doing homework or some other smart stuff, or in the gym doing magnificent flips and twists and twirls through the complex series of bars and ropes that hung a hundred feet from the ground. They could both tell you that they were the best of friends ever to have walked the face of the planet. They could both tell you something in a highly complicated sentence full of science and math terms, and you wouldn't understand any of it.
But could Wally tell you that his best friend was a werewolf? No, because that's something only he knows, and the one most secret thing he would never tell anyone.