Notes: This was a random little thing that appeared after I came across another JL BatFlash fic with Train lyrics in it. I started listening to Train and got nibbled by a bunny. A very short bunny, which is unusual for me, so I exorcised quick! My beta has read this... but not as my beta (and now as my beta XD). This was more like a random gift-fic.

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As Flash zipped across the room to talk to John, Bruce touched the side of his mask, suddenly feeling very alone. Who was he behind these eyes anymore? He didn't recognise who he had become recently and all he seemed to be, more and more, was Batman. His eyes glanced up at the red-clad hero, animated and smiling, and found himself thinking this wasn't how he wanted to be seen, especially by Wally.

The world was being to make less and less sense and Bruce didn't understand it. He was tired of always being there for people that didn't appreciate what he did, what they all did. They climbed upwards against the torrent of evil and did things that were anything but ordinary. Perhaps it was his dark persona. He knew it isolated him, even within the League, but he had built that alter ego up to protect himself from more loss, more pain. It wasn't working.

It had only been the day before, when he had rescued some people from a burning building with Flash, that the realisation had hit him hard. They had all crowded around the younger man, touching him, thanking him and he smiled, reassuring them, but try as he might, he could not get them to acknowledge what Batman had done. He'd been left behind as the people had pushed Wally away, standing in the shadows. Wally had got what he needed. He thrived off the attention, it confirmed what he did was right and he had the personality to excel at the public aspect of it.

Bruce had never been after that side of it. Once he would have thought it hindered Batman, but watching Wally, he had wondered, where was what he needed? He knew it was only human to want acceptance, praise, love and after all these years, doing all these extraordinary things, his base nature had caught up with him. What he needed, so very much, somehow, was Wally.

Blue eyes, hidden by opaque lenses, questioned the other man. Could Wally really save him from his own world, before he was questioning everything, expecting the worse from everyone? What had Flash done to him? He was just a kid and he couldn't be ready for what he'd done in his life, what he'd done to Bruce in merely being himself.

The world could crash with him, for all he cared, but time after time, he would come to Wally's rescue, if he needed it, if he asked. He'd seen the world without the Flash and it had been more dark than he could ever imagined it and he could never let that happen now. Wally would never want the world to descend into that darkness, with or without him, so Bruce guessed he was trying to save the world for him now.

Flash looked up, like he could feel Bruce's eyes on him and gave him a blinding smile. Wally had been saving him too. They were saving each other, even if Wally didn't know it.

They were anything but ordinary.