New update! Trying some new things with my writing, seeing where it takes me.
As always, I do not own DC.
*sob*
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Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
Knockknockknockknockknockknockknock.
Bruce flew upwards, his mind disoriented, he looked around, momentarily caught off guard.
Right. Watchtower.
He looked at the clock on the desk.
10:05 am.
Shit.
Bruce groaned.
Another slew of knocks rattled the door, the dark knight leaping from the bed and unlocking the door, a red-gloved fist poised right by his forehead as the automatic door slides open.
"Uh…" Wally cleared his throat, quickly putting both hands behind his back, taking a few steps out of reach. They both hesitate, Bruce knowing that for the first time he actually slept well, and late. Wally knowing he could die any moment from waking the sleeping bat.
A task Wally hadn't told anyone about, so really, Bruce could make Wally just disappear.
Bruce narrowed his eyes, telling Wally without words that if he so much as hinted what had just happened he would die.
Slowly.
Turning on his heels, Bruce marched down the hall, Wally close behind. A little too close. Bruce noticed the worried expression in the younger hero's face, rolling his eyes he continued down the hall towards the main bay for Monitor Duty.
"What, Flash?" he growled.
Wally looked surprised for a moment, it quickly disappearing into unease. Moving a little closer, he whispered, "You okay, Bats?"
Bruce repressed a shudder, not wanting to consider the implications of how Wally's breath so close to his ear made him feel.
"I'm fine."
Wally opened his mouth for a second, but seemed to think better of it and grinned, "Okay." Holding up his hands in surrender he stepped next to Batman, keeping pace with the Bat, "If you say you're cool, I'll believe you." Leaning in close again he whispered, "For now."
Bruce almost lost a step when he felt Wally so close, but continued down the hall as he watched the speedster zip out of sight and down the long corridor. Bruce clenched his fists under his cape and trudged on, making it to the main area not long after Wally did, the aforementioned hero lounging in one of the swivel chairs, feet on the desk. On look from Bruce made him put them on the ground, but it wasn't the first time Bruce had noticed Wally's legs. Or the rest of his trim body.
Gritting his teeth, Bruce plopped into the chair, hitting buttons a little harder than he wanted to, or than was necessary.
It was going to be a long five hours.
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Wally woke up at 09:59 exactly, his skin almost jumping at the thought of being late to Monitor Duty with Batman after the man had pushed his time back a couple hours so he could actually get some sleep.
Dashing out the door he landed in the gray swivel chair at precisely 10:00. He looked to his left, fully prepared to explain he was not, in fact late, but found the chair empty.
He looked around, expecting Bruce to leap out and scare the bejeezus out of him, but nothing happened.
10:01.
10:02.
Wally tapped his foot on the floor, keeping tempo with the slowly ticking second hand on the wall.
10:03.
10:04.
Okay. Something's up.
Bolting out of the chair he ran along the halls, thinking he'd bump into a brooding Bat along the way, but when he didn't he made his way to the one place he hoped Bruce would be.
Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
Knockknockknockknockknockknockknock.
10:05.
He raised his hand to knock again when suddenly the door wasn't there anymore, and a very angry bat was.
He took a step back, knowing he could outrun Bruce, but he wasn't about to take a chance that he'd lose a limb before really getting a chance to explain himself.
Bruce glowered, turning and walking down the hall. Quickly. Wally was all about keeping his distance, but easily keeping pace. He could have beaten Bruce to the console area a dozen times over, but he kept watch, knowing that for Bruce to oversleep something might be wrong.
"What, Flash?"
Wally stiffened, realizing he'd been staring. He moved closer, keeping his voice low. "You okay, Bats?"
"I'm fine."
Wally frowned, but a sudden thought hit him.
Wait–Did Bruce just shudder?
Opening his mouth to shoot off a retort, he thought better of it, pausing a moment to grin he stepped in tempo with Batman.
"If you say you're cool, I'll believe you." Yeah, right. He thought as he leaned in, determined to test his theory, "For now." He whispered, pushing a little more breath into his reply, a winning grin blooming over his face as he watched Bruce try not to react to his proximity.
This could be interesting, he thought. A flutter in his stomach urging him down the hall and into his seat, swirling around and a round until he heard Bruce coming into the area.
He propped his feet up, seeing Bruce's glare he decided he should push fewer buttons and he sat relaxed in his chair, repressing giggles every time Bruce slammed on the buttons.
Wally did his best to ignore the perplexed Bat to his left and watched the monitors, but he couldn't stop from watching Bruce every now and again, it suddenly hitting him why he cared so much that Bruce was bothered by his presence. Blinking he looked back at the picture of South America, a landslide sliding off the mountain just as his world came crashing down around his ears.
Oh my god…
He stared at Bruce, mouth slightly open before he promptly shut it, eyes darting back to the monitors.
It was going to be a long five hours.
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Thanks for reading!
The plot thickens, and only gets angstier as we go along *tee hee*
Although, "more angst" would probably be the proper phrase, I make up my own words. Like Shakespeare.