Wally is anything but blind. Super fast? Check. Always hungry? Pretty accurate. Total hot shot that everyone wants? All right, that's debatable. Blind, however? Yeah, no. With twenty-twenty vision and a fairly sharp mind, blind is something he's not.

And that is exactly why he knows that there's something wrong with Robin.

In the kitchen of the Cave, Wally's busy making the best sandwich ever made in the history of sandwiches. He hears the zeta tube firing up and feels his heart skip a beat when Robin's designation is announced. He grins.

"Hey, Rob! I'm in the kitchen!"

Not even ten seconds later, Robin comes jogging in. He places a hand on the fridge as if to steady himself, sending a grin towards Wally. "What's astrous, Flash Boy?"

Raising his brows, Wally says, "Nothing much. You?"

The acrobatic hero give a half-shrug, spinning around to open the fridge. He reaches in, stopping his fingers only centimeters away from a stick of butter. Then, he bends down, pulling open a clear plastic drawer and pulling out an apple. He lets out a small puff of breath that Wally takes notice of before closing the drawer and then the fridge.

Robin tosses it in the air, clenching what he can of his fingers around the base. "Well, Agent A's been a bit fussy lately so I don't think I'll be able to hang with the team later."

"Why? Did something happen?" Wally asks, silently tacking on a that I should know about at the end.

"Just Gotham being Gotham," answers the little bird. "Nothing much like you said."

Wally wants to challenge his friend, dare the boy to look him in the eyes and promise that nothing happened. He doesn't. Instead, he nods thoughtfully. Saying nothing more, he slathers on a layer of mustard.

He silently wonders if maybe, just maybe, everything's quite all right. It's then that he notices the way Robin seems to be playing with the apple. The gold-flecked red delight is tossed in the air from one hand to the other. Wally watches, setting the butter knife down silently.

Seemingly unaware, Robin continues this action for a few more seconds, his body turned away from the older male. Soon enough, however, he apparently takes notice of Wally's gaze and turns. The apple falls to the ground because he's failed to catch it, rolling lopsidedly on the floor and stopping at red converse.

Dropping his gaze to the fruit and then bringing it back up to the sheepish grin on Robin's face, Wally decides that he's positive something is wrong.

"Think you can pick that up for me?"

"I got it," he says, crouching down. He swipes it off the ground and polishes it on his shirt. He holds it out. "Still gonna eat that?"

Scrunching up his features just a tiny bit, Robin shakes his head. "Nah," he says. "I'll pass."

Wally nods, bobbing his head up and down. Frowning only the slightest bit, he places the apple on the counter and returns his attention to his masterpiece. "Well, I'm done with my sandwich," he declares, putting on one final slice of bread. He grins, hoping to get rid of the slightly awkward atmosphere. "Wanna play some video games?"

"I"—Robin purses his lips and then takes a step back—"can't, sorry, Walls. The B-man only gave me a few minutes of downtime before I gotta get back."

Frowning, the civvies-clad speedster asks, "What's he got you working on?"

"The usual," is the vague, airy reply. "Bat stuff."

And, with that, Robin spins around, and leaves. The echo of the zeta tube being activated rings clearly. Wally says nothing as he leans against the counter, taking the first bite of his sandwich.

At least, he thinks, this sandwich tastes good.

•••

Why doesn't anyone believe him? It's literally so frustrating. He wants to scream. And, honestly, he would but he's nice enough to spare the ears of the clone of Superman. Instead, he groans and drags a hand down his face.

"I'm telling you guys that there's something wrong with Rob," he says. He's been saying it for the past half hour, pacing in front of the team sans the presence of one hero with the bird-themed moniker. "You guys have noticed it, right?"

"Noticed what, exactly?" Artemis quips, raising her brows. She leans back on the sofa with her arms crossed. "Seriously, Baywatch, if something was wrong, he would've told us."

"You know how the Bat fam can be," Wally retorts, exasperated.

M'gann shifts nervously in her seat. "Wally has a point," she says in a timid voice. She looks over at Artemis. "Robin may not be able to trust us with anything troubling him."

"As a team, we should be the first to know about anything he is able to tell us," Kaldur reasons. He turns his attention to Wally. "I believe, my friend, that Robin's judgement is to be trusted. If there is something wrong then he will tell us should it hinder his performance on a mission."

Wally's eye twitches and, again, he resists the urge to scream. He turns to Connor, hoping to find at least one being who will agree with him. "What do you think? Rob's been pretty weird lately, right?"

The brooding teen shrugs. "He seems normal to me."

"Well, you guys don't know him as well as I do. I've known him since I was eleven. That was, like, five years ago."

"Then, I believe he would let you know before the team if not all is well with him," Kaldur says. He offers his teammate and friend a smile that speaks of gentle waves rolling on the sands of a warm beach. "It is him you should be talking to about your concerns."

Chapped lips curve downwards in a frown. Nothing is said as Wally treks out of the room, sulking only just a little bit. He makes the decision to try texting Robin. He has a feeling that the boy won't reply.

And he's right.

•••

Hey Rob r u sure everything's ok ?

All righty-dighty! Your friendly neighborhood authoress is back at it again with a Young Justice fic. And, yes, there will be future BirdFlash. Hopefully. That's my goal.

There is a plot to this—and it doesn't focus on romance, mind you. Perhaps you'll be able to figure it out with the hints I've dropped here and there. Yes, there actually is something going on but Robin won't say. Should I finish this, a sister story shall be written to focus on Robin's side as this story will focus more so on the Team and other characters.

So... reviews containing praise and/or constructive criticism is welcome and much appreciated because I'd love to have the motivation to improve. :) Or a simple favorite and/or follow to show you enjoyed this is loved as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or anything affiliated with the DC universes. Warnings for potential BirdFlash and possible Reverse!BatFamily and OOCness.

Have a nice day!

P.S. To those who are reading The Art of Deception (also by me), I hope to get an update out by Halloween.