AN: I will be making this a series called Worlds, so if you like this one, good because there will be more! If you don't… Don't read the next ones.
Each part will have multiple chapters, and there will be four parts. This is gonna be a story about Dick being Renegade, and Wally being KF. I guess it's not the typical Birdflash, but I can't say more without giving away spoilers. Hope you guys enjoy. I'll do my best to update regularly (or at least as regularly as I can). I'll try my best to update every week or so, possibly every saturday.
I do not own anything except the plot.
In The Whole World And I Met You, I Wouldn't Change It For The World, The World Wants Me To Change, The World Can Go To Hell
In The Whole World I Met You
I definitely did not expect this. Who would? Kid Flash, the Flash's partener, to be caught up in this mess? No way. Uncle Barry wouldn't approve. Uncle Hal wouldn't. Batman wouldn't. Roy wouldn't. The Team wouldn't. No one would. But I didn't care. Who were they to judge?
I loved him. Dick. I loved Dick. More than I'd ever loved anyone in my short life. Dick was amazing. He was a guy, but that didn't matter. I preferred guys anyway.
One problem. Dick was a villain. That could possibly escalate into more problems. But that didn't matter now.
Dick was a villain, the partener to Deathstroke, if you could call it a partnership. He was called Renegade, and his relationship with Deathstroke was more of a Master/Slave one. Deathstroke was the master, and Renegade was the slave. But Dick and Slade, that was a little different. That one, I had no clue.
Deathstroke obviously abused him, mentally and physically, but Dick was loyal to him like nothing I'd ever seen before. Except for one betrayal. Me.
Deathstroke obviously couldn't know that we've been 'seeing each other'. That would definitely not end well for Dick or me. Dick would suffer, more than you could imagine. Brainwashed to forget me, or worse, that I wronged him. That I didn't love him anymore. That I hurt him. I couldn't let that happen.
At this point, I was in too deep. I'd die for Dick. I'd sacrifice the world for him. I'd kill for him.
It all started one night when I was fourteen. I'd been Kid Flash for three years, and this night I was out with Flash on a mission with Batman, Green Arrow, and Speedy. We'd been looking for an assassin who'd been killing influential politicians over the past two months.
The guy was a ghost. Never left a trace. His marks were always killed with little fuss, from a bullet in the head or heart, or on some occasions killed with a sword, or some sort of projectile. He was always gone before the League or the police arrived, most of the time the targets weren't found dead until the next morning.
He was giving Batman and GA the most trouble in Gotham and Star City respectively. They wanted us along to see if our speed might help catch the assassin. I didn't really care what was going on, as long as we got the guy and I got to hang out with my best friend, Speedy.
Speedy was Green Arrow's sidekick, both archers that lived in and protected Star City. Roy had been Speedy for about five years already, starting at the same age I did. He's two years older than I am, and back then we were both pretty cocky. Roy liked to hang the age difference over my head a lot. It was very annoying, but he was still my best friend.
That night we were staking out the next location we believed the assassin would hit. Well, what Batman and Flash believed. Roy and I were more along for the ride. Green Arrow was good at detective work, and dabbled in forensics, but Batman and Flash were better than him.
So GA practically babysitted us, which sucked. But we still managed to have fun. Somehow. Roy still had a huge ego, even then. He held his age over my head the whole time and tried to beat me up. Like true bros do.
After maybe an hour and a half of horsing around, GA practically tackled us out of the way of something. I remember almost shouting out before Roy shoved his hand over my mouth. I glared at him before I saw a flicker of something in a shadow.
I held my breath as figure jumped out of a shadow. It looked to be about my height, and my age too. Obviously a guy. He moved super quietly, like a ghost. If he hadn't been pointed out to me, I would never have noticed him.
I watched as he landed in a crouch, silently tensed. He straightened and took a look around the place. We were in the attic above the target's office. The attic was connected to many vents around the huge house, so we decided to wait here for the assassin. And there he was.
He was dressed in a black and orange jumpsuit. He had a black and orange half mask that covered the top half of his face. Black and orange ties tied the mask around his head, revealing his pitch black hair. His jumpsuit was a combination of armour and stretchy reinforced material. The costume was all black except for orange shoulder plates, boots, and gloves. The gloves and boots had black accents on them, and looked like they held a multitude of weapons. He also had a black and orange utility belt, probably full of weapons and tools.
He then drew a throwing star-like thing out of his belt, and turned to look at our corner. He turned to face us, the star held aloft in his hand and poised to throw. He didn't say anything, just stood there silently.
I swore he was looking straight at me. His body was turned toward Oliver, but his masked eyes were burning into my own, waiting. I started to feel uncomfortable. I'd never met a villain like this guy. He confused me. He didn't seem threatening, but he obviously was. He might have been the scariest guy I'd ever met, but I also felt like I could be best friends with him.
I watched, practically in slow motion, as the assassin drew his arm back, preparing to throw. The metal throwing star glinted as it hurled past my face, and embedded in the wall half an inch from my face.
Roy and Ollie both drew their bows, but the mysterious assassin was gone.
We hurried to the target, but we found him in his office with a throwing star lodged in his throat. The same one that I had grabbed from the wall. The star was weird, I hadn't ever seen one like it. It was shaped a little like a ninja star, with four points. It was black with orange accents, and vaguely reminded me of the League of Shadows stars that Uncle Barry and Batman had showed me.
Ollie called Flash and Batman on his earpiece, and I could hear a one sided conversation.
"Green Arrow to Batman and Flash. Come in," Ollie paused for a second, waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, we saw him…" Oliver said, kinda nervous.
"He got away," the archer gulped fearfully. "And the target's dead. Throwing star stuck in his throat," Ollie winced, and I knew he was hearing an earful from Batman through the earpiece. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, and my mind turned back to the assassin. He seemed familiar, but at the time I couldn't place why.
AN: Whelp, here we go. I'll try not to lose this one like some of my other fics. I need the reviews for motivation! I need to see if you guys are interested by this story! Or else, I can't write it without knowing that people want to read it. Review!