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Wally woke up in the infirmary, his suit top gone, replaced by bandages around his chest and arms. He hadn't even noticed the broken ribs and fracture in his wrist until now. His head was throbbing, a dull pain compared to the earlier agony, but still awful nonetheless. He sat up looking around until his eyes landed on the dark figure in the corner of the room.
"Save the lecture, Bruce. I don't really want to hear it." Wally swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a sharp gasp at the pain he felt throughout his battered body. He looked up, startled when he found a bat emblem in his vision.
He looked up, Bruce's face a mask. He rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, "Listen Bruce, if you're going to stare at me all day at least let me get some food or something. I'm star—"
Batman held up a gloved hand, his other one hidden beneath his cape in a sling. "Why did you beat Sevrov so badly, Flash?"
Wally stopped breathing , his eyes looking away from the frowning hero.
"I didn't, he was just—"
"His jaw is wired shut, collar bone a shattered mess, both arms broken, not to mention the damage you did to his facial structure—" Batman said, his voice monotone as he listed the number of grotesque injuries.
"Alright! Alright! So I went a little hard on the guy, but he sent you hurtling over the edge of the building, Br—Bats." He paused, clearing his throat before continuing. "You were unconscious and if I hadn't caught you…" He whispered, his eyes not meeting the ones focused on him so intently.
"But you caught me." Bruce's voice was soft, not hard like Batman's usually was.
Wally looked up, startled to see a pair of brilliant blue eyes looking into his own, he reached up and tore his cowl from his head. "But I almost didn't." His response was barely a whisper, his fear real.
Bruce took a step towards Wally, his finger slowly tilting the redhead's face up towards his.
"Wally."
"Yeah?"
"Why does that scare you so much?" He whispered, his blue eyes seeing right into Wally's soul.
Wally knew then. He knows.
"Because Bruce, I…"
Bruce leaned forward, his face inches away from Wally's. "Yes, Wally?"
"Because I'm in love with you Bruce." He whispered, "But I think you know that already. Don't you?"
Bruce nodded, his eyes darting to Wally's lips before staring into Wally's green eyes.
Wally waited, but there wasn't a response, suddenly Bruce's closeness brought into sharp focus the reality of the situation.
"Wait!" Wally frowned, "If you know that already, why am I still alive?" Bruce tilted his head, brow rising to his hairline as a thought struck Wally, "You mean you…?"
Bruce nodded, his lips a breath away. Wally's mouth went dry, "But…"
"Shut up, Wally." Bruce's lips crushed Wally's. His hot mouth opening up Wally's as he slid his bandaged arms around Bruce's waist.
Bruce's tongue darted into the speedster's mouth, a low growl coming from deep in his chest. Wally held on, not too tightly because of their injuries, but enough so that he knew it was real. Bruce was kissing him, and doing a damn fine job of it too.
They tore apart, their breath coming in and out ragged and exhausted.
"You like me?" Wally looked up at Bruce, the older man's cheeks flushed from their kiss, Wally's heart did a little flip knowing he did that.
Bruce smirked, kissing Wally soundly again before lifting his chin so he could look into his green eyes, "Yes, Wally. I like you."
Wally shok his head, "But I'm annoying and you always act like you hate me and–"
Bruce put a finger on Wally's lips, stopping the speedster mid-sentence. "No, I don't hate you Wally."
"But then why–" Bruce slammed his lips on Wally's, determining that was the only real way to get him to stop talking. Their mouth opened and their kiss was hot, wet, and just the right amount of sloppy, Bruce's teeth nipping Wally's bottom lip before moving his mouth right next to the redhead's ear, "Because if I hadn't walked away, or acted like i didn't like you I wouldn't have been able to resist fucking you right there in front of everyone."
Wally gasped, Bruce's teeth closing on his sensitive earlobe as his whole body let out a shudder. "Oh God…"
"You saved me Wally," Bruce pause, his hand softly caressing Wally's flushed face, "In more ways than one."
Wally laughed, his lips darting up to Bruce's before grabbing the brooding hero's hand. "Well in that case, I think you owe me!"
Bruce frowned, "Now Wally just because I said–"
Wally's mouth shot to Bruce's ear, his hand on Bruce's tight ass, "I'd say you owe me that fuck you were talking about earlier."
Bruce growled low in his throat, "I can do that, it won't be exactly what I wanted considering our handicaps at the moment." He said, gesturing to Wally's bandages and his own sling, "But I think we'll manage."
"That's alright, Bruce." He planted a quick kiss on the older man's cheek, "I have a feeling we're going to have plenty of time to get it right."
Bruce smiled, one that reached all the way to his eyes, "Yes Wally, I think you're right."
With that, they walked down the hall, careful to keep a certain level of distance, ignoring the strange looks as they both beamed down into Gotham, Wally whisking his dark hero off his feet and into bed. Neither of them caring, for just a moment about anything other than what they had to offer each other.
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To be continued….
