Inspired by a fanfic my sister wrote about Dick helping Roy get over his drug abuse.

The breeze sifted through his red hair.

He breathed in deeply; green eyes closed nearly all the way, before breathing out a puff of smoke. He cracked his eyes slightly to watch the smoke curl its way up and dissipate into the afternoon air.

"You're the best at it West, I swear to God."

Wally opened his eyes all the way and grinned at the boy standing next to him. His name was Trent Davis, the coolest kid in school. It meant a lot that he had won this kid's admiration.

"It isn't that hard," Wally replied nonchalantly, letting the cigarette drop from between his two fingers before stomping the smoldering stick into the ground with the toe of his shoe.

"But you blow the best rings dude," added a raven-haired boy to his left. "That's talent."

Wally looked up.

This boy was a lot like Rob, but he wore no sunglasses to hide his brown eyes. Whenever he said anything Wally frowned slightly. But it was necessary now to keep up with them, so he just cracked another smirk to his comment.

"Practice Jay; that's all you need," he stooped down and picked up his backpack off the ground. "Gotta go hit the gym though. Need to keep up my free-throws," he lied. But as if to prove he really was, he shot an invisible basket in the air.

Trent nodded and smirked. "Later dude."

Wally smiled a little. Jay pulled him into a high-five on his way out.

"Same time tomorrow?" He called after Wally.

Wally grit his teeth slightly and shifted uncomfortably under the single strap of his backpack. But he flashed a smile back over his shoulder, "Do I ever back-out?" He replied, semi-regretfully.

He picked up the pace just enough so that it seemed natural although he was secretly just trying to gain as much distance as he possibly could from them.

As he turned the corner he broke into a run, making a beeline for the gym. But once he was inside, he did not enter through its doors but turned left and into the showers.

"Gotta get this smell off my shirt," Wally muttered, stripping down.

He dropped his clothes outside a stall while he got clean. Despite his best efforts, he was still running late two minutes later.

Pulling on the extra clothes he brought to school with him every day, he quickly dressed and ran out.

He was still running when he got to the bus stop.

Wally hung out later and later after school which made it harder and harder for him to make it there. Not to mention he was weirdly getting shorter and shorter of breath.

"You okay Wally?" Dick asked from his seat as Wally approached. He wore that same look Jay had five minutes ago. But Wally wanted to wipe the worry away from it.

"Yeah," he replied out of breath, "Just came back from running and taking a shower." He paused to force a laugh. "Uncle Barry has me on a tight regimen."

It was no secret that Wally had recently fallen behind in his Uncle's speed pattern. Most everyone in Wally's family knew, and Dick and Bruce even knew. But Bart had claimed it was because Wally's powers were still coming in a little uneven. Graciously, Wally took the false excuse.

Dick smirked slightly, scooting over on the bus seat as his friend sat down.

"Alfred packed two burritos again for lunch. Want yours?" He offered.

Wally shook his head, the smoke session rendering him not hungry. "No thanks, I had a big lunch."

Dick looked at him for a moment. "Okay…"

Wally frowned slightly, feeling bad.

But both boys remained silent the whole ride home.