Hello all! This is an expansion on my oneshot, A House, A Home. You don't have to read that to understand this. I just... liked the idea and it's been festering, so hopefully it won't be too bad.
Enjoy I hope!

"You're living where?"

"Uncle Barry -" His breath caught in his throat, a sigh escaping his lips, "just... you have to hear me out, okay?" The room was dark, his silhouette blown up and casting shadows on the wall, a laptop sitting on his knees. A glance to the make-shift bed that occupied the tiny room, making sure that his uncle's outburst hadn't woken the pink-haired witch, before he glanced back at his laptop.

"Who is in your house?"

Wally couldn't help but wince. His uncle was a forensic scientist - on top of being The Flash - and he'd been foolish to think the man wouldn't acknowledge the look he'd cast and the way his nephew was attempting to keep his voice down as a hint for something bigger.

"...Please, Bare," He asked, voice barely a whisper, looking at the face of his mentor where it was blown up on the screen. It was grainy at best, and lagged whenever the man moved, but he could see the man's eyebrows knit and a frown settle on his features. He looked tired, worn out; Wally caught a glimpse of scarlet red around his neck and realized he'd caught his uncle right after a patrol of some sorts. "You know how my dad is... I just... wasn't going to take it anymore. I - I just left. I took everything that I could and found this place, and then I met her -"

"You're sharing a bedroom with a girl?"

A dry laugh, and Wally shook his head, a smile forming on his face.

"If it had been my choice? Nah. Not with her, at least. But... we've both come from bad circumstances. She needed a way out. I needed a way out. And I knew if I didn't bring her with me, she'd never get out on her own. She's fighting me tooth and nail... but I'll be damned if she goes back to the H.I.V.E."

"Who is she?" His uncle's eyes danced, glancing down at the keyboard that was just out of sight of the webcam.

"Jinny Luck, with an 'I' and not an 'E,'" Wally murmured, lips barely moving, "Alias, Jinx." As soon as Wally spoke her name he heard the tapping of fingers. Barry's eyes searched the screen, no doubt reading the criminal record and the girl's history.

"Petty theft. Breaking and entering. Attempted arson. ...Are you sure you know what you're doing, Wally?"

"...Honestly?" He sat back against the wall, flinching in surprise as the radiator he was sitting next to groaned and attempted to emit heat. "No. No, I don't. I know I could have come to you, but that would have been the first place that my parents would have looked... and then they would have checked the Tower. I just... need a break. I need to do this. And I needed to save her. For better or worse, I guess."

The blond man's fingers drummed against the keyboard again; there was a stretch of silence, before he sat back, much like his nephew was doing, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I went into the credit system for the Titans and upped your monthly allowance by fifty dollars. Until she can prove herself to the League - until Robin deems her good enough to be a Titan - she will not be getting any pay for housing. I'll drop by your house tomorrow while your folks are at work and collect the rest of your things, and I'll swing by around... four. And you're going to explain this whole deal with me and I am going to meet this girl, got it?" His uncle's voice was gone, replaced with the Flash's authoritative tone, taking no excuses. It was enough to cause Wally to chuckle.

"Yeah." The sudden sound of his - their - alarm clock going off caused Wally to pause and look out the window above his head, suddenly realizing the time of day. The sun was slowly rising outside through the blinds, and it seemed it had quieted in the run-down neighborhood they lived in. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow, Bare."

"Just... be careful, okay?"

"...I'll try."

The half-hearted smile and the exhaustion written on his nephew's face as he turned off his webcam, screen black, caused Barry to sigh and run a hand over his bleary eyes.

"Oh, Kid," he murmured, standing up from his computer desk and stretching, his muscles protesting and joints cracking. The papers at his desk ruffled; his Flash suit abruptly changing into his civilian clothing. With the slowness of someone trying to gather his thoughts, Barry pulled his shoes on, lacing them methodically, before heading out his bedroom door, a question looming in the air as he left.

"What've you gotten yourself into now?"