(A/N: Hello Bodyinthegarden here introducing the new story I am writing. I wanted to say thank you for everyone who voted on my profile page. Whew! So I got myself a beta! *CHEERS* Thank you so much Clouddreams! You're a blast to work with. I couldn't do this without you! This is the edited version of The Special Two. Some things have been added. Enjoy! Please take the time to Read and Review.)

Pairing: Birdflash (As in Robin/Kid Flash Dick/Wally)

Rated M (for future chapters) This chapter is rated T.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice Season One or Two, but the plot still stands with me. :)

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The Special Two

Chapter One

Welcome To Gotham City

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I feel like I am suffocating…

Water fills my mouth and nose. I try to cough out, try to breathe but it is a fruitless attempt. Just like trying to pull at the force above me, that is holding me down to the bottom of this salt-watered sea.

I don't understand…

I don't understand what I had done to endure this feeling of utter Hell?

I feel myself drifting and I know it's the end. What a short life I have lived…

I woke with a jolt. A scream ripped through my throat. I began to shiver from the air conditioning that hit my body like a snowstorm on a dark winter night. I heard above me droplets of rain hitting the car, and noticed that we were in a traffic jam.

Brilliant.

"Wallace, honey wake up, is it the nightmare again?" I felt my aunt's hand on my knee and nodded. Not daring to look up at her face, knowing if I did she would question me until I would give in and tell her everything that had been in my horrifying dream and honestly I wasn't in the mood to tell her. In fact I wasn't in the mood to tell anyone about my recent night terrors.

It would only bring drama that I didn't want to endure.

I wasn't on the best terms with either of my guardians at the moment. They were making a horrible mistake by moving me half way across the country to the most troubled city in the United States.

Gotham.

Sure Gotham is a bit more pure and clean than what it was many years prior. Thanks to the mighty Batman and trusty Boy Wonder, but that still didn't make it safe enough to walk around in the middle of the night.

It was also irritating that Flash and I had to run all the way back to Central City to go on patrol every night. All because of Adam, one of my idiotic friends had hidden his stash in my room, and of course Aunt Iris found it and automatically thought it was mine.

I couldn't recall how many times I had said it wasn't mine, but they didn't believe me. They hardly ever did. I should have just told Adam that he couldn't keep his stuff like that at my place. I suppose I just felt sorry for him, and knew if his mom would find his stash she would turn him into the police… again.

That certainly wasn't the only reason we were moving across the country, Aunt Iris had been given a great job opportunity. One that she had hoped for since the beginning of her adult life, something she had always wanted to do. She was in all honesty living the dream too bad it was bringing me and Uncle Barry down with patrol nights.

"We're in Gotham already?" I ask getting up from the seat that I had been lying on, watching my aunt nod her head. "Oh joy." I say sarcastically, rubbing the sleep from my eyes then stared out the window. We were stuck on the bridge that lead to the town of Gotham, city's lights should have been a little bright through the rain, but instead it just looked really grim and Gothic, No big surprise there.

I had been here many times before for missions as well as hanging out with Robin at his favorite arcade inside the Westgate Gotham Mall. I had to admit though, seeing this familiar town today didn't do it much justice.

Fog covered the city and rain dropped from the gray skies, reminding me of a horror film Adam and I watched a couple of weeks ago.

"Well I'll admit it," Uncle Barry piped up, twisting the controller to change the speed of the window wipers, "seeing Gotham like this it doesn't make a great first impression. Maybe tomorrow will be better." he jokes.

I pursed my lips, leaning on the shelf that separated the two front seats. I turned my head towards the blond haired man and give him an annoyed look to show how I felt.

"Tomorrow is my first day of hell Uncle Barry."

I heard Aunt Iris fuss over my language and Uncle Barry snickered, "Oh, well maybe the day after tomorrow."

I groaned irritably at my uncle's teasing, "That's another day I still have to go to school."

I caught a glance at my uncle's stern face in the rear view mirror and that glance simply told me without using, words that I really needed to stop with the grim attitude.

"Oo, Wally. Look at that, a rainbow."

I felt my aunt nudge me and I looked at where she was pointing. A huge arch of colors stretched across the town, it shined brightly through the fog and rain, in many colors of blues, reds, and greens. It looked breath-taking, but I knew she was only trying to distract me so I would quit being a brat.

I knew I should have stopped with my grouchy mood since both of my guardians were telling me to quit without uttering those words, but I didn't I really didn't know how to quit sometimes.

"Oh, maybe I can Instagram it, knowing that everyone at my new school most likely has one. Right next to a Twitter account," I mocked and leaned back against the seat, putting my seat belt back on, feeling my limbs cramp up a little from the long car ride. I cross my arms over my chest, chewing the inside of my cheek.

"Don't you already have those already, even under Kid Flash?"

I felt my cheeks grow red and mumbled out, "So doesn't count."

The traffic jam suddenly had begun to move and I watched as Aunt Iris turned up the volume on the radio.

"Waves of terrible weather continue to hit in areas such as New York, Gotham and Manhattan. It looks as if it'll be traveling down to the coast of Happy Harbor. Now back to the station that brings the oldies and Rock 'N' Roll."

Music blared through the speakers of the car and I mouth the lyrics along to the Beatles song, Eleanor Rigby as I lay back down on the seat, closing my eyes and hoped to not have another nightmare.

It doesn't seem like it has been that long since I've fallen asleep, but when I wake back up it's not by choice. Water drips onto my face, making me flinch out of my dream. I opened one of my eyes, seeing a form tower above me. I realize exactly who it was, and I give the form a rather dirty look. Uncle Barry had his hand, hovering in front of my face rain water dripped from his hand.

"We're at the apartment building. You can sleep in your new bed." He told me, shrugging at the glare I was giving him not even remotely phased by it.

I smack at his hand to get it away from me and turn to my side, hiding my face with the blanket that was wrapped up tightly around me. "I'd rather sleep in my old one thanks." I retorted back.

I hear my uncle groan and he tries to push my blanket off my body. I grip tighter at the soft blanket and I feel him lean onto the car seat, ripping the blanket away. He wagged his wet hair, making the raindrops hit my exposed cheek.

"Uncle Barry!" I whined out, getting up to smack him but he had moved out of my reach, having sped away before I had even moved. I glared at his teasing smirk, and snatched up my pillow, blanket and hiding the stuffed bunny that had been tucked under my right arm into my pillow (I didn't want anyone to see). I look down at it, its glossy black eyes staring back at my green ones and I let out a sigh. It was the only thing I had left of my parents back when I had a normal family, (or at least what I thought was one), and I know this seemed childish. But, I wasn't ready to leave it behind just yet. Nevertheless, I still thought it was embarrassing that most nights a fifteen year old couldn't get sleep without it.

I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head to protect myself from the rain that was falling harder than what it had been earlier. I hopped out of the car, looking up at the tall concrete building in which I was to be living in until I grow up and move out of my guardians house.

It looked well maintained, and I noticed that other residents in the apartment complex still had their lights on while others did not. I glanced down at my watch on my left wrist and checked the time. It was only three minutes passed six.

"Anyone around babe." I turned, and watched as Uncle Barry opened the truck, phone clutched in one hand. That was when I noticed that Aunt Iris was missing, I sighed, knowing that Barry and I were going to have to speed all of the boxes up to our new living space.

"Here kiddo," I heard then grabbed the box Uncle Barry was offering me. I remembered seeing this box at our home back in Central. The label on the box was fading from the rain yet you could still make out the large black inked letters reading, Family Photos. It was very heavy from all the pictures Barry and Iris took of me when I was born, and from the countless of times the married couple spent together. I prop my pillow and blanket on top of the box and turned to my uncle, waiting for him to point me in the right direction to which level our loft was on.

Once Barry had his arms full of boxes he looked over at me, giving me a wink then looked around him to see if there was anyone around. I watched as he dashed into the building. I follow only lagging slightly behind him since I couldn't reach his speeds. I was not as skilled or fast as he.

We made it to the apartment, Aunt Iris opens the door for us. I step through the threshold feeling a gust of warmth circulate around me and I placed the box gently to the nice wooden floor. Then I ran back after my uncle. It took about fifteen trips in all. The last trip up with the television took the longest, after Aunt Iris had lectured us on how much the thing cost, and insisted we take it up at a normal pace.

The loft was rather large with tall, multi-paned windows. It made me shiver, thinking that we would never get any privacy regardless that we were many stories up. I suppose we didn't have to worry about it tonight since the storm outside had turned the sky almost black, making it difficult to see the city's buildings across from our loft.

I helped Barry set the TV up on its stand and look up when the dim lighting in the room starts to flicker.

"Better get those candles out, Iris." Barry advised and Iris nodded, weaving through the cluttered decor of moving boxes.

"And you," he pointed at me, making me raise an eyebrow. "Come with me. I'll show you your room. I'll help you take your stuff in there as well. We need to have a small chat anyhow."

I wait until my uncle turns from me before I rolled my eyes. I bend down to lift some of my boxes as he does the same. I followed him through to a narrow hallway, lined with doors. A master bedroom, a bathroom and what must be a storage room. At the end of the hall there were two rooms. The one on my left held a small laundry room. While the one on my right must hold my new room.

I followed Uncle Barry as he switched on the bedroom light, and I felt my eyes widen at what I see. The room was large, with a bathroom on one side, while on the other side held a bay window. I take a glance out of it and notice that the sky was gray and black with clouds circling each other.

I set the boxes I was carrying down on my new wooden floor, watching Uncle Barry do the same. He walked around the room then looked into the bathroom, whistling a tune I wasn't familiar with.

"Pretty nice huh?" he asked as he steps back into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed that was against the opposite wall from where I was standing.

"I guess. Thanks by the way for bringing my bed in here." I said folding my arms over my chest then leaned against the wall, looking down at my faded gray socks.

"Wallace Rudolph West! Come here right this instant." I heard my uncle say in a tone that makes me flinch from embarrassment, I hated it when anyone used my full name. I shuffled my feet towards the bed, squatting down next to Barry. I put my elbows on my knees, resting my chin on my open palms with a heavy sigh escaping my lips.

"I know it's going to be hard to adjust, but look on the bright side. Robin can come visit you anytime you two want to hang out now. There isn't any worrying about going through the zeta beams. I'm sure you both are very excited about that. Am I wrong?"

I shrugged and felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw my mentor give me another stern look like he had done on the car ride here. This time it plainly told me to spill about how I felt at the moment.

"I'm not going to fit in at Gotham Academy." I huffed out irritably, fumbling with my fingers.

"You don't know th-" Uncle Barry started in, but I cut him off,

"I do. I wasn't raised to be spoiled or I suppose in the proper way. I lived in the country for seven years in Blue Valley before I came to Central to live with you and Aunt Iris. It was hard enough to start at Keystone with everyone knowing what kind of family I grew up in, and to top it off gingers always get made fun of." I finished, my voice slightly cracking as I tugged at my hair.

There was a silence until I felt Barry wrap his arms around me, giving me a slight squeeze. I sit there letting him hug me and I look down, feeling pressure behind my eyes slightly build.

"There is a difference between Central and Gotham Kid. Central was when we finally got custody of you. When you still needed special attention from the horror you endured. But it'll be different here. No one knows about your past in Gotham, not even Robin."

I nod knowing he was right and I felt him rub at my shoulders his way to cheer me up, "You're a smart kid. Handsome those girls at your new school will be dying to know your name, and who says gingers get made fun of? That's an old folk tale."

I felt him tuck his arm around my neck and pull me into his toned chest. He digs his knuckles deeply into my scalp, and I gasp out in pain, pushing back but I cannot help the giggles that escape my mouth. He pull at me again, rubbing with more pressure than before. I put my hands on his chest pushing myself away. We wrestle like for awhile until I get an idea and poke him in the stomach with all the strength I can muster. He lets me go quickly; massaging the exact spot I poked him. I assumed it must have been a bit sore now. I chuckled at his discomfort as he glares over at me.

"Hey, you know you don't do that when I'm hungry. Or full… or ever," I stuck my tongue at him, and he mimicked me, crossing his eyes together and I laughed. I loved it when Uncle Barry and I could just have fun and not be so serious with each other while in uniform.

"Boys, pizza or Chinese?" I heard Aunt Iris ask. I turned and saw her poke her head through the open door, holding up two pamphlets of restaurants, I sneak a glance at my uncle, reaching a silent agreement.

"Chinese." we said like we always do. I watched as my aunt rolled her eyes and threw the pamphlet over to my uncle, who caught it easily with his enhanced reflexes. I watched over his shoulder as he opened it up, peering at his options and tried to be patient and wait my turn.

"Oh, she is just terrible." Iris expressed, wiping her mouth off with a napkin and I hear Barry agree with her. It was some sort of a reality TV show about a singing competition. I was barely paying attention to it.

We were all cozy in the living room. Candles lit up the room for a "comfortable feeling" was what my aunt had to say when I asked once I had exited out of my bedroom after putting some of my possessions away.

I watch from the corner of my eye my aunt and uncle settled on the crimson colored couch while I sat cross-legged on a plush chair, shoving the beef and broccoli stir fry in my mouth with chopsticks that came with the meal.

I burped then excused myself after finishing my meal, knowing if I hadn't Aunt Iris would have surely given me an unsettling look. I set the empty container on the glass coffee table then lean against the chair, listening to the celebrities praise a guy with a leather jacket and shaggy brown hair.

Suddenly I heard my uncle say something to me and I turn my head to listen to what he wanted, "Here kid, have a fortune cookie. Maybe it'll give you a good fortune." He tossed the cookie towards me and I caught it easily. I ripped away the packaging then read the words in the dim candle light and frowned, shoving half of the broken cookie in my mouth.

You will have a pleasant surprise.

I frown at the words and rolled my eyes, A pleasant surprise? Give me a break. If anything my life at the moment is going to bring me nothing but horrible luck.

"I'm going to bed." I said picking up the empty food container and was about to put my fortune in it when Barry stopped me

"Hey let me see."

I handed it over to him then go throw away the empty container and grimace when my uncle start to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Aunt Iris asks, and another fit of chuckles erupt from my uncle's mouth.

"Wally's going to have a pleasant surprise in bed."

"Now really Barry?" Aunt Iris ask, as I enter the living room. I snatch the fortune from his hands, ripping the paper up, and placed it in his empty container that once held his dinner.

"Yeah Uncle Barry only kids do the in bed thing with the end of a fortune."

"Hey now, you did it so many times at the Golden Dragon kid." Barry states and I simply roll my eyes.

"Wally, why don't you go get your school uniform? I'll make sure it's ironed for tomorrow, and Barry it's not that funny."

But my uncle was still in a fit of laughter.

I do what was asked of me, heading towards my room, turning on my light. Then I bent down, riffling through one of the boxes. Finally finding the ugly uniform that I was to wear the next day. I went back to the living room. Laying it across the back of the chair I sat on beforehand then bid my good nights, hearing my guardians say it right back.

I felt a buzz in my sweatshirt pocket reaching into my pocket for my mobile device. I almost slap a hand to my forehead, I had completely forgotten that I had been texting with the boy wonder earlier that day, and seriously blew him off.

{Dude! You already asleep, how's the apartment? Maybe I can swing by tomorrow after school or something. I hope you'll have a good day at school as well. I'm sure you will fit in there, night: Rob.}

I sighed and send a message back,

{Nah, was eating. It's alright my bedroom is really big. That would be fun. Maybe we can play some video games or something I in need of bro-time. I doubt I will. I wish I went to your school and knew what you looked like without the mask dude! It would be so much easier: KF}

I got my response from my friend by the time I changed into my pajamas and shut off the light. I hear my phone buzz against the floor that I had placed it when I was changing. I picked it up and laid down on the my new comfortable bed opening the text,

{I figured you must have been, and I'll ask about tomorrow, I know it would be. Sorry KF but I think you will have a good day at school: Rob}

I frowned and text back a forced thanks and a good night, setting an alarm on my phone for the morning. I closed my eyes, feeling tears start to well up for tomorrow's possibilities. The storm outside bangs against the window, drowning out sobs that escaped my mouth, I was thankful for it. Even though I knew in the long run I would not get much sleep since the storm was way too loud for me to fall asleep. I rolled to my side, facing the wall and tried to calm down, clutching the stuffed animal close to my chest.

Tomorrow was just the beginning.

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