Disclaimer: I do not own the Justice League or the Teen Titans. nor Blackfire but I'm nort sure which comic she really belongs to...
This will be a strange, yet awesome fic...as I have written it, duh! XD
I think there will be three parts, I have part two half-written, please let me know what you think.
~Enjoy.
Foreign Languages, Unspoken Expendability & Stockholm Syndrome
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PART I
The doors buckled inwards under the impressive force of the deep purple starbolts, and the thudding of golden fists in a flurry of angered attack. Princess Kormand'r, once first in line for the throne of Tamaran, but superseded by her sister Koriand'r due to her childhood illness, was now filled with an avenging fury that would only be sated in her sister's blood.
"Why us, I mean seriously?" sighed Wally, glancing over the broad span of control console from his co-pilot seat at the unmasked Nightwing to his right, the other hero slouching in the pilot's seat, feet on the steering wheel of the Javelin Nine, newest edition to the Justice League's space fleet. "Of all the days, of all the missions and of all the possible Javelins in the vicinity…she chooses to attack our ship? It has to be you, bat-boy, I don't care if it's illogical…I'm blaming you!" He said with a quirk of the lips to let the other know it was a simple joke brought on by the overwhelming fear of the moment…
The Tamaranian warrior stalked into the room with violet eyes blazing, glaring at the pair of up-until-that-moment relaxed heroes, who had been taking advantage of the generalised lack of League 'supervision' on their latest mission to some weird planet full of naked crab-people, that had been in distress thanks to the exact person trying to tear them a new one this very instant…
Her Gordanian guards spilled into the room from the breached door, prompting Flash and Nightwing to leap from their seats and assume fighting stances… They needn't have bothered. In less time than it took to blink, a blazing starbolt had stunned the pair and allowed the armoured lizard-troll-creature-things to overpower them.
In a pure daze of half-conscious confusion, Wally blinked the world back into focus and tried desperately to hear the apparently impressive evil monologue Blackfire was giving, through the deafening ringing in his ears. The taste of copper was in his mouth; probably bit his lip or something…he could feel something healing at great speed…
In a sudden thought for the welfare of Nightwing, he made to leap up…but found he only received an infuriating jangling noise for his efforts. Oh…chains. High-Tech Chains, to be exact. That wasn't exactly new, but it was a surprise…he'd kind of expected to be Tamaranian Fried Speedster by now.
The Tamaranian Warlord…-WarLady?-...whatever, she wasn't known for her mercy in any quadrant of the known galaxy; and while there may a random planet where she was well-known for hugging fluffy kittens in an unknown quadrant, it wasn't here and that side of her definitely wasn't the one talking to them right now.
Suddenly a thought struck him, the planet…the attack…it had been a trap. To…catch a Green Lantern? Well, it was John Stewart's assigned territory, but he'd been spread so thin recently, the League and whichever other heroes they could find and drag along –kicking and/or screaming was optional- had taken over his duties. Recently, there seemed a significant increase in Galactic unrest…mainly caused by the one before them, but…how could she have…?
Oh, right, monologue. Should really pay attention next time.
…if there was a next time…
He leant the tiniest bit to the right where he could see the darkly-clad figure in his peripheral vision, still maskless –what did it matter, she already knew their real identities from all those trips the Titans had taken to Tamaran when they were younger- and whisperingly asked, "What'd I miss?"
"Well, she went over the Scooby-Doo-esque 'If it hadn't been for you meddling kids and my damn sister!' thing a while ago, then we started on the whole 'my ingenious plan' part. Shhhh…she's about to tell us why she did this…I love hearing how they managed to catch us." the other hero breathed at him. Garnering a weird look from Wally, who clearly thought it was strange the other was not only enjoying the whole 'capture' business, but seemed to have a favourite part…
To be fair, the Titans had been kidnapped more times than anyone could count…
"Worthless creatures, humans; but it seems my dear sister has taken a liking to you…one especially, though I shall not be satisfied until I can stand over her in victory as she weeps over your bodies, the blood of her beloved Titan family pooling around her knees!" grinned the maddened with jealousy and a twisted hatred, Blackfire. Wally mentally revised her score on his internal Craziness Scale…she went from a 'seven point five', to so far past the 'ten' mark she was a 'fifty'; still Kormand'r persisted.
"It did not take much to stir you from your space hive…just a handful of attacks on a few unimportant worlds and you come streaming out into the galaxy with your pitiful good intentions… My troops were watching, waiting…and when you two appeared on Tracchus Maxima, to stop the silly little matter of some necessary…culling of an inferior species, they notified me of your presence. Thus we have taken your ship, do not resist…I would hate to break you before it is time, after all…if you are already broken, my dear sister, Starfire, shall not find your agonising deaths at my hands so amusing."
"So nice of you to give us a send-off party, but if you could untie us now…?" questioned the former leader of the Titans, giving one of those smiles that made the man so indistinguishable from the Boy Wonder he used to be…all they needed was a quick 'Holy Hannah, Batman!' to complete the picture… Attempting to distract her from the way he was jostling his chains in an attempt to break the combination on the advanced electronic lock holding the glowing metal links fast about their forms…
She noticed. Damn.
He received a backhand from the angered Tamaranian, "Silence in my presence Human! Hmmm…I can see why Koriand'r is so infatuated with you…" she practically purred, sending a chill of horror down their spines, her gaze flickered to the unmasked Flash "…but I do prefer this one's hair colour, h'tak was always my favourite colour…you Humans call it…red, I believe? No matter. A difficult choice..." Now it was Wally's turn to feel terrified, the purple eyes came closer, face so close he could practically head-butt her… he swiftly quashed down that particular thought in favour of living past the momentary thrill that act would bring.
"Perhaps it would be crueller to dear Koriand'r…if I were to leave you alive…" Kormand'r mused aloud, leaving the pair with horrifying visions of what she had been reported to do to uncooperative prisoners without killing them…none of which were particularily exciting prospects at this moment. She seemed to reach a consensus with herself, or maybe there was a debate going on between her inner demons, X'hal only knew she had a few of those…someone or something won out over all the other ideas at the very least.
"I have decided that I shall keep you both, as mates and consorts, you will see how my sister's delicate heart breaks when I tell her of it! Little wonder one as great as I had not thought of it earlier, for the plan is so simple…far beneath one such as I to imagine." To his right, Dick nearly had a spit-take moment…and probably would have if there were any liquid available, at her proclamation.
Wally's mouth opened to protest that it had actually been she who thought of the plan initially…but snapped his jaw shut at the 'Tamaranian Fried Speedster coming right up' death glare he was receiving from the former Princess. Gordanian soldiers slammed butts of their strange glowing spears into their backs, leaving a faint thud and a rattle of chains in the suddenly still air; they pushed back upright in unison with harshly bound hands, just in time to see their captor raise her own unbound pair in the air dramatically.
"I own you all, now, Kneel before Blackfire!" screamed Kormand'r to her chained captives, laughing maniacally. Wally looked to Dick from where he was bound and chained next to him, blinking incredulously, and asked, "Was that Tamaranian for, 'You are all my bitches'?"
Dick didn't even flinch as he casually flicked a glance between the hysterically laughing Tamaranian overlord and his best friend, blue eyes sparkling with a sincere amusement as he replied, "Magic Eight Ball says 'All signs point to Yes'."
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They were doomed.
…and Nightwing seemed to think it was hilarious. Wally groaned and sincerely prayed this was a dream…
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It wasn't.
If it had been, he would have wet the bed…and then questioned why he was sleeping with Dick…who would also probably question why he'd wet the bed. Or kick him out of it, either way…
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He mentally calmed himself, surely the League would burst in any time now and rescue them…right?
They didn't.
He would be having harsh four and five-letter words with Superman over this fudge-up later… Still, they couldn't leave them captive forever, right? It was just a matter of time…yeah, a matter of time. Give it a week and they'd be free…
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Yeah, right. Hope was for the weak.
On the plus side, Kormand'r was hot…on the downside, so was Nightwing, especially in that tiny little outfit she had them both wearing. Bad Wally, he admonished himself, stop thinking that way…
At least they could speak Tamaranian now…turns out the whole 'lip contact to gain information' thing the Tamaranians had going was a two-way street. It had been so long… Wally could already feel the growing guilt in Dick like a living creature, pacing against the small cage of his battered heart; he knew this would be hard to explain to Starfire…especially the children…
All four of them.
M'nder, Kora'h, Tayl'h and L'orhren. The girls looked very much like their fathers but with golden hues to their skin and thick wavy hair of either raven black or crimson; whereas M'nder was so much like his mother no one could tell who he belonged to…father-wise, that is.
Sometimes, on special occasions or deep in the night when no one was listening, Kormand'r –now Queen and Supreme Overlord of Tamaran since taking it from her sister nearly six years ago- would whisper their favourite phrase in the way that made them both so exceptionally hot and yet terrified for their respective life expectancies. "I own you all, now, Kneel before Blackfire!" He mused on that point then smacked his head into a convenient nearby column, oh X'hal, what was wrong with him to think this way?
Still, despite the not-quite-covering-slip-of-leather [or was it?]-thing he was wearing -that was exceptionally flattering, by the way-, and the strange thoughts in his head…oh, and the flagging belief in humanity in general, considering the dismal track record of his former teammates at trying to rescue them. The tally now stood at exactly… Zero attempts, all unsuccessful, as you can well imagine.
Not once had the Justice League tried to rescue them and they sure as hell knew they were here; the Teen Titans had tried once, resulting in Starfire's early and involuntary abdication from the throne…in exchange for their continued existence. Pfft, like Kormand'r would damage her favourite toys…but Kori hadn't known that.
The absolute look of horror, pity and sadness in her green eyes as the Gordanian Royal Guard had thrown her and the other Titans in the so-called 'rescue party' into a grubby old decommissioned transport vessel, bound for Earth. It had taken days of persuasion and begging on his -and especially Dick's- behalf, to convince Kormand'r into even allowing that… Their-…uh, what was she to them exactly? Wife? Mate? Mistress? Whatever…had been hell-bent on having her sister executed in a public forum, both to satisfy her own hatred and cement her image as a ruthless dictator to the people of Tamaran.
Eventually, as with all things Wally and Dick asked for, she relented and gave in to their demands that she not harm Koriand'r; agreeing with them that eternal banishment was more fitting as a punishment, it would demoralise the people if they knew she was out there but could never return. Well, that was the reason they gave her for suggesting it…
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Seven years to the day of their Capture, the pair were side by side on one of the Palace balconies, overlooking the Royal Gardens as night slipped across the sky, stars gleaming beautifully but coolly down upon them in now-familiar constellations so alien to those of Earth. "Never thought this would happen, I have to admit." Sighed Dick, leaning on the rail with a tired exhalation, their garments were at least slightly more fitting for the cooling climate; from low on the hips to the knees, ornate plate-skirts of finely wrought metal, fabric and embroidery hung ornately. One a dark crimson, the other deep blue…
"To be honest, me either. Kinda thought at least Batman would come kicking through the door to drag your sorry, sexy butt home, or maybe Green Lantern might you know, come and get me…this is technically in his territory after all… What with the League and-… I just-…" he sighed deeply, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed tightly to his chest, green eyes shielded from the world by his harshly clenched eyelids, preventing tears from falling.
"This isn't fair, Dick. What did we ever do…apart from everything they ever asked of us? Why didn't they come for us, the League I mean? Maybe they don't care… I trusted them and they betrayed me, betrayed us." He sighed and rubbed at tired eyes, "Now I don't think I can ever leave here, even if they do come…could you leave the kids? Kora'h only just turned four and M'nder, well, he's a heck of a handful now…only ever seems to listen to you though…maybe he's yours?" He nudged the dark-haired human across from him, beaming.
"Heh, actually, I thought he was yours… kid can't sit still for a second, not to mention the hair… and you're right. I don't think I could leave the Twins right now, little Tayl'h and L'orhren have only just started to crawl…and I'm pretty certain one of them said 'Dada' the other day…" agreed Dick, moving to sit on a nearby bench. Many things had been made specifically for their comfort, Kormand'r liked to show them off to the entire world…and also had a flair for the opulent and luxurious; such traits coincided and resulted in her being exceptionally generous in her giving of gifts, in fact, Blackfire lavished them on the pair.
There really was no need. She knew now they had children to her, they would never leave…nor could they leave her, some strange Stockholm syndrome-style love that bound them in their place at her sides. On the plus side, they got to roam the palace unhindered now; the whole 'guards following you everywhere' got old after the second day, so two years of it just about sent them nuts…which was quite a fun journey, actually.
A quirked lip spoke of Wally remembering the time Dick had been so frustrated at being locked in the luxurious but small room he shared with Wally, that he had accosted the next Gordanian soldier by the throat and screamed, "You're not made of Tuesday!"
Thus prompting Blackfire to order their immediate release from the room, and granted access unhindered to most parts of the Palace, gardens and certain parts of the main city…anywhere else though, and you needed a patrol of soldiers.
Not that any of the native Tamaranians would dream of hurting them. Quite the contrary, you could see the sad pity in their gazes as they looked at them, knowing you could never return home was a horrifying fate for any Tamaranian to contemplate. Just another reason they despised the woman Wally and Dick felt a strange compulsion to love…
"Seven years," the voice pierced through his thoughts and stirred him back to the present, "Seven years we've been on this planet, at least Starfire and the others tried. I will never blame them for failing, Kormand'r's people were just too strong to overcome; but I agree Wally, the Justice League should have attempted a rescue by now… Or…maybe they just don't care? This sounds harsh but, what need do they have for a speedster when they have Superman…? And I wasn't even on the damn League because they didn't need another Liability running around…they already have Booster Gold."
Dick smiled sadly, Wally slid down to sit next to him, reclining back to rest his bare back against the cool texture of the pale wall… "I know what you mean. We were…I think the word is 'expendable', but I think there might have been the tiniest bit of respect in there for us somewhere." The speedster cajoled, trying to push his companion's hopes up a little and tugging at the tight circlet on his head; it was a shiny silver metal identical to Dick's but still uncomfortable after so long wearing it.
It just felt… plain wrong to be wearing it, considering that the one who had bestowed it –Supreme Ruler Blackfire- was so hated and despised by her people…
"Doubt it, somehow. Do you know why I was always fighting with Batman? Whenever we're together, he always slips into the mindset that I'm still that stupid kid in the scaly underoos… Which, by the way, I heard you and Roy mocking that one time, you are lucky you only woke up with missing eyebrows…I can do much worse, you two have to sleep for eight hours a night, that gives me all the opportunity I need.
Anyway, he thinks he can still order me around in that same condescending tone because he will never see me as an equal; at least you gained greater status amongst the other heroes when you adopted the mantle of Flash. I never wanted to be Batman, and I think Bruce always knew that… Maybe the new Robin will do it…wonder if he's even still alive after all this time… I mean, considering what happened to Jason…"
Goosebumps appeared on the former-Bludhaven vigilante's arms, shuddering at the terrible images of that day…the broken body of Jason Todd, the second Robin. He still blamed himself for that. Wally did the best thing someone could do in one of these situations, he smacked him about the head…hard. "Stop it, it wasn't your fault he died, hell…you couldn't have done anything even if you'd been there… Didn't Poison Ivy kiss you? I'm pretty certain you were doing a little dying of your own at the time. And that was you who shaved my eyebrows off? I always thought Roy did it…thus the whole 'Roy waking up naked in a Japanese Mall' prank…" The grin was infectious and flashed all his teeth in a dazzling display.
A clumping sound announced a patrol was making its way through the gardens, weapons clattering and armour making squeaking grunts every so often; they watched the progress with a kind of bored fascination.
"Should we go and see if the children need anything?" fidgeted Wally, standing, sitting, doing a quick pace, a vague, yet disturbing version of the chicken dance and sitting down again, vibrating gently. Dick shook his head, "The nanny is there tonight, besides, weren't we having a meaningful conversation….or is this just a ploy to get away from my appalling company?" he joked, prodding at the speedster, "Go on, take a quick run around the complex, I've already made use of the gym tonight. I know she hates us training, but if I lost the ability to move and fight like I did on Earth… Let's just say I would prefer to kill myself rather than...well, you know. Just imagine if she said you could never run again?"
"I might have to vibrate her through a wall or something equally as severe." Wally said with a grave face, then cracked under the cool gaze of his companion, "Yeah, like she would ever do that…or catch me if she did. That would be fun to try out. At least she values us, unlike certain metas, aliens and otherwise powered beings out there…" he gave a dark gaze to the sky, his image blurred momentarily, then he solidified again, sweating slightly. "Whew, I feel better. So…we were talking about worth or something? Sorry, my mind has a half-dozen conversations going right now, I think faster so I tend to forget where we were to start with…"
A saddened wail split the air, both males tensed, looking up and waiting to see if the call was answered before running to the rescue; it was. Kora'h, had to be, her little voice tapered off as someone began to hush her in Tamaranian…a language they had both come to know and speak without any thought about it whatsoever; their hearts slowed from the frantic rush of need to get to their children.
"Worth. Taking on the Flash mantle was always in the cards, part of being Kid Flash I suppose. You had a choice, and you took the harder path… I can see it being difficult to argue with a bunch of superhuman adults who all still see you as that adorable quip-slinging eight-year-old in the pixie boots and far too short pants –seriously, what was Batman thinking when he designed that costume, is he colour-blind?
I remember Superman saying as much to a nodding Wonder Woman after you had a disagreement with Batman and J'onn, something about going to Tamaran anyway or something. That's not important, what is, is that if they ever cared about us, they would have come by now. Obviously I wasn't good enough as a teammate, or they'd have been here seven years ago…"
Dick scoffed, "Obviously you were, how many times did you save the world since you joined the League, alone? The logical explanation is they either think we're dead, have eloped to Tamaran –if that is the case I will personally murder Beast Boy for that rumour he started- or just don't care. You were a new member, yes…you had value…but if they thought you'd perished, why waste resources to rescue just me? It's only logical, and you were beat up pretty bad for that 'hostage video' thing Kormand'r took just before we arrived at Tamaran, maybe you're dead to them…"
Wally pounded a fist into a wall, "Why do we even bother talking about it? They aren't coming. We'll never be rescued and, for the life of me, as much as I'd like to see everyone again and get my life back…what is there on Earth that I don't have here? On Tamaran we have Kormand'r, each other, the children and anything we want –and you know I don't mean that in a greedy way. On Earth, the best we can look forwards to is a quick hug or a half-assed welcoming party, and a butt-load of media who would have put two and two together after our disappearances…both civilian and super, and now want to know about where we've been for the past seven years or so. Some sensational story will come out of it no doubt…then we go back to being second-rate side-kicks who all the others think are playing dress-up with the Big Boys."
Dick blanched, "Oh dammit. I didn't write up the report for the quadruple homicide before we left on the emergency mission, if we ever make it back to Earth…Officer Rodriguez –my assigned partner- will shoot me, and then the Chief…and anyone else in the Bludhaven Police Department who feels like it, in that specific order. Considering how very doomed I am, maybe it is best we stay here. What are we anyway, but obscure heroes?
Well, you're a little hard to hide in the shadows, what with all the flashy red spandex, but I'm sure you've noticed we of the nocturnal variety of heroes have a tendency to get lost in the darkness. Heh. Did I tell you Roy went behind my back and stole the Outsiders from me? Don't even have a team to lead or just be on if we went back, he just attacked me one day when my back was turned…so I let him have the team, just walked away. Why fight when you will lose even if you win?"
Frowning deeply, an uncharacteristic move on his behalf, Wally looked significantly at his friend and said with all seriousness, "You put the lime in the coconut and shake it all up." Stunned, Dick didn't reply, simply goggling at the mad creature wearing the familiar redhead's skin…which decided to impart more of it's…questionable 'wisdom', "If squirrels throw rocks at windows, I am an Elephant. The toaster is full of Unicorns, well-done." This time, his companion blinked and burst into laughter born of pure shock.
"It would have to be you to joke at a time like this, wouldn't it?" he finally wheezed out, leaning alternately upon the wall and his suddenly seated and exceptionally close friend, who didn't seem to mind one bit he was being used as a leaning post. "It's nearly time for bed…wonder if she'll call for one of us or if we can continue the angst-fest in our room…?" mused Dick aloud, "I have a few 'Bat-Daddy didn't love me' jokes that will make even you blanch in horror at their bad taste in Punnery…or we can talk about our shared abandonment issues? You, the rising star of the League left in the cold, dark recesses of space…captive on another planet by uncaring teammates because…not sure why, no wait, I have a thought. Because Green Lantern was jealous of the way Hawkgirl was always nice to you…well, her own brand of nice…which usually involved that mace of hers…"
By now, Wally was bent over double with tears streaming down his face as he pounded a fist onto his knees and wheezed; in less than the time it takes to blink, he composed himself. "That's a new one even for me. Or you, the beloved Bat-baby, now you've grown up and stop throwing the lame puns about, are suddenly not so fun to play with anymore. So they tossed you in Titan daycare and when that disbanded, kind of forgot to care…then you failed to play nice with Arsenal at Outsider High and were expelled. Bat Daddy wasn't pleased when he came to pick you up in the Batmobile, now was he?" The look the redhead was receiving was somewhere between, 'I am going to murder you in your sleep.' and 'This is hilarious!'
…he hoped the latter meant he would see the sunrise.
"So then, in lieu of the lack of teammates and anything to do, you randomly discover a superpower of your own…turning invisible anytime an older hero wanders past on their walking frame! With this ultra-super-secret power, the Power Puff [Sexy But Buff] Boys were born…Roy, Dick and Wally, fighting crime and the forces of EVIL!" he couldn't resist, he really couldn't. Not since the day he had found Robin and Wonder Girl watching the show in the Tower…
"You mangled it a little, you know…" smiled Dick. Wally took his cue to look affronted, "Pfft! It's called 'creative licence' look it up…" he retorted, it was like the script of a bad sitcom…and X'hal knows they'd watched a few of those on long nights in the Tower. It was that or strip poker…and without Donna, that was never fun…well, it was, but they weren't going to advertise that to the world, someone might get the wrong idea.
"So, just to recap before I fall asleep…" yawned Dick, giving the speedster a shove so he could take the entire bed for his own personal usage, namely as an impromptu bed. "You. Me. Very Screwed. League has not, is not and nor will ever come to rescue us. Allegedly because you are just too sexy in spandex and I'm magically invisible when an older hero walks by…and we're also the Power Puff Boys? I feel like I missed something here…" He settled his head on the crook of an arm, the bench was made for sitting or lying, and he was taking full advantage, stretched out like a comfortable cat.
Wally blinked, "Hang on, I don't recall us discussing my sexiness in spandex?" he said, puzzled. One blue eye slitted open to look at him as a smug smirk grew, "Oh, it's called 'creative licence' look it up." The pair began to laugh, "I should have seen that coming, I guess…Short Pants." The speedster threw, without malice; to which was replied, "Oh, digging up that old chestnut are you, Speedfreak? Don't make me come over there and get you…because I will, but if I have to move now that I'm so extremely comfortable, you will be leaving this very balcony in a body bag."
The slitted eye slid shut as Wally weighed up the options available, dashing away for a moment and returning with an exceptionally ornate vase and a mischievous grin on his face, raised high over the seemingly oblivious other.
"Don't. You. Dare. I can and will kill you, make no mistake." Growled the ominous voice of the supposedly-sleeping person on the couch, his mop of deep black hair slightly askew despite it only having been a few moments of rest; Wally dropped the vase in surprise and only just caught it before it shattered upon the floor. "How on Earth did you know?" he asked incredulously, and let out an amused chuckle at his own choice of wording…
"The tell-tale 'Ka-Whoosh', obviously." Yawned the other, opening his eyes and sitting upright, finally accepting he wasn't going to get any sleep in the near future, and graciously accepting the suddenly-proffered cup of the strong purple liquid the Tamaranians liked to imbibe. It had taken the pair a good year of drinking the stuff before their bodies adjusted to it, the initial twelve month period had been a complete agony; hangovers from hell, gaping holes in their memories –possibly a good reason neither could work out which of them were M'nder's father-, uncontrollable shaking, much stumbling, public humiliation, nudity and generalised drunkenness.
Wally snorted, "Ka-Woosh? What the heck kind of word is that?" he giggled in a strange high-pitched way that sent shivers down your spine and reminded one of children sharing a naughty secret. Imbibe the drink they might be able to do without too many other adverse effects, but no one ever said anything about their having a high tolerance level for it… -one of the main reasons Kormand'r wouldn't let them have more than water at any important functions or feasts for her loyalists and commanders. One must not incite a scandal…or run nude through the Dining Hall.
…Again.
Frowning slightly at the two redheads giggling above him, wondering exactly why they kept moving in a steadily tilting wave-like motion, and suddenly realising it was his own vision that was on the fritz…Dick tried to answer, "Well, when you leave there's a rush of wind and there's this kind of…Ka-Woosh!" He punctuated the sincere statement by raising both hands and flicking his fingers to the word 'ka-woosh', sloshing his cup of liquid in a very gracious manner…all over the cool stone of the floor. Now, maybe it was the drink talking…or thinking, as the case may be, but it seemed a sudden realisation dawned on Wally, for his mouth parted to emit a soft, "Ooooh!" of understanding.
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"Hey, know what would be funny? C'mon, let's go for a Ka-Whoooooooooosh!" Wally giggled, the hour was now exceptionally late and many more glasses of the unpronounceable purple liquid had been drunk, both parties were blinking quickly to keep themselves awake. Wally stood, stumbled, fell, stood again and attempted to drag Dick up with him…the darker-haired male resisting from habit. "No, Wal-Wally, we shouldn't…might hit a wall and …smoosh!" He clapped his hands together with a loud crack, making his point quite thoroughly…
"Alright, fine…" pouted the speedster, giggling again as a funny thought struck him. "Hey Dick…guess what? …you're drunk!" He received an exceptionally sceptical, sober gaze. "So're you! Now shhh, we can sleep for a while…" With that, Dick flopped down to lie on the bench and turned away from the distracting redhead.
There was a good five seconds of silence.
"Hey Dick…" came the voice in the otherwise quiet night, "Do you think they really forgot about us…the League, I mean?" There was a quiet sigh, and a gentle creak of leather as the other rolled over to look at Wally, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the very same bench, head tilted back, looking up at the stars with a strangely vulnerable, wistful expression.
"Wally, we talk…talked about th- this… and would you sh- stop being so, …so soberish? It's making me look drunker than I already is…I mean, am. Th' League isn't coming, Wally, they don't care, that's just how the die rolled. We ended up with the Snake eyes in this tournament… We're- …we're expendable, they've aban- abandoned us!" he said as best as he was able.
"Oh did we now?" came a loud, warm voice from across the balcony; both Wally and Dick jerked up to stare at the blue and red clad figure hovering just out of reach, arms folded across his impressive chest and a tight smile on his face. Neither of them dared to breathe the word, the name…in case it was a drunken vision that could be easily chased away if they spoke…
"Come on, let's get you home," smiled the muscular figure gently, but with an undeniable air of authority. Neither could bear to believe it, rescue. Here. Now. It was no illusion, no alcohol-induced hallucination…the figure floating before them was real.
Superman.
And he'd come to take them home …but, what if they didn't want to go?
TBC...
Please Review & Let me know how you feel about this story so far, gets weirder.
Yes, I am aware they have been a little angsty, but imagine if that were you, and the people you considered family had just left you there to die...you would be pretty damn angry too...
~*SailorSilvanesti*~