"B03 — Kid Flash," announced the female's computerized, cool voice. The redhead arrived moments later in his civies, his costume in arm. Moments later, Batman's tutee dropped from the ceiling.
"Hey KF."
"Hey Batgirl," Wally replied, and before he could stop himself, his mouth was already running. "I kinda need your help with something. It's kinda stupid, but there's something up with the birds and I'm wondering if you can help me with your detective skills."
The second redhead blinked, but her mouth quirked into a smile. She had gotten used to his ramblings and his random requests for help that seemed to help nothing whatsoever and yet, somehow, it did.
"Sure, but I don't exactly know what I'm supposed to be helping you with," she said, her eyebrow raised.
Moments later, two archers entered the room, the two having a heated argument.
"For the last time, blondie, you need to step up your game. We can't keep saving you from the weakest of things. Yeah, you're human without superpowers, but so am I, and so is Batgirl. You need to get some real experience under your belt if you want to stick with the team."
"Says the one who I've saved on numerous occasions. You might be right, but I'd recommend that if you want to stay on the team, you get your arrogance under control! You keep on getting us in stupid situations we could've avoided if you learned to be a team player. You don't have to like us, but seriously, would it hurt to just stick with the plan!?"
"Not my fault all your guys' plans suck!"
"Excuse me!? I'll have you know-"
Batgirl interrupted Artemis before she could continue. "You must mean our plans suck, because as much as Artemis would like to see you go, you're still apart of this team, aren't you? So stop arguing and pull your big boy pants on, because you guys need to mature a bit." She sighed when both archers' glares centered on her, and she returned her gaze to Wally. "Sorry, Wally, but I just got a call from Batman. Riddler escaped again. Why don't you start it yourself, so we can at least get some progress done? When I come back I'll help you. See you!"
Before Wally could comprehend, she had gone and disappeared through the zeta tubes. Artemis scoffed and left the room. Roy, however, stayed. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Roy, surprisingly, started the conversation.
"What was it that Batgirl was going to help you investigate?" he asked.
"It's nothing really. The birds are just acting up again, nothing serious." Wally waved off, ignoring the scowl on Roy's face when Wally wouldn't look at him and instead decided to walk towards his room.
"Nothing serious?" he asked incredulously. Wally fell silent, while Roy walked side-by-side with his "brother".
There was another moment of silence, though this time, Wally broke it instead. "Why are you on the team, Roy? I mean," he started, pausing his venture to his room, looking down at his feet, "it's not like I don't want you on the team, but you don't even want to be on it anyways, so why bother?"
Wally looked up and stared straight into Roy's eyes.
"Robin," he said simply. "He would've wanted me to stay."
And just like that, Roy stalked off, leaving Wally's heart heavy. They were three peas in a pod, and Robin was the one that made them actually like one another. Any other way, and the two redheads would've been at each other's throats. But here they were, best friends, and there was one, large chunk missing from the picture.
Robin. It seemed as if there would never be a way to move on.
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Wally was stuffing his face full of food. Although this time, he had a reason to do so. Artemis was watching with wide eyes as he opened up six computers at once, being nothing but a red blur due to the crimson hoodie he was wearing. The sound of typing, scratching of a pencil, and papers being flipped resounded within the almost silent room.
This went on for about ten minutes, before he suddenly stopped, his face serious and concentrated.
"Wow," started Artemis. "I've never seen you actually work that hard, Baywatch."
Roy snorted as he entered the room. "I'm guessing I just entered at the wrong time in the wrong place, because I'm telling you, that sounded incredibly wrong."
Artemis' face darkened into a angry glare. "Hey! You know as well as I do that I didn't mean it that way, at all!"
The argument that went down went straight over Conner and Megan's heads. Kaldur, who was also in the room, just barely got what it meant, and he wasn't exactly happy with the lack of maturity on Roy's side for pointing that fact out. Zatanna was giggling slightly, and Rocket snorted, coughing her drink up.
Surprisingly, out of the entire team, Wally was the one to make the fight stop, although Kaldur was shortly behind. The team leader wasn't exactly exhilarated of how the speedster shut them up, but it worked anyways. Some rope, some duct tape, and an extra chair for Roy (seeing as Artemis was already sitting down), the scene was suddenly quiet when the two archers were bound, gagged, and most of all, quiet.
"Oh? Listen guys, can you hear that?" Wally said, cupping his ear for further effect, effectively shushing the archers who were mumbling curses past their gags. "It's quiet," he whispered loudly, putting emphasis on the last word, successfully angering the two even further.
Wally didn't care that he was probably going to have arrows shot at him later, he could always dodge those things. Bullets were slightly more dangerous to deal with. He munched on a couple more of Megan's cookies (slightly burnt, but better than when she first arrived) and returned to his work. He was buzzing, he was so ready to get back to researching.
And so there he was, several minutes later, eleven pages of notes filled with his messy handwriting. On a clean page, he wrote all his prior questions down, filling in some of the blanks that he managed to figure out. And then, making an on-the-spot decision after realizing that Batgirl probably wouldn't want to read eleven pages of notes, wrote a basic summary of what it was so she could understand what the hell she was reading later on.
"Done," he announced to himself, before closing all the computers he found, running them back to their places before gathering all his notes. That was in his science notebook. God, he hoped that his teacher wouldn't be checking for any doodling done in the notebooks this week. He would get in a hell lotta trouble.
Turning around, he was faced with the wrath of two very, very angry archers.
"Fuc-"
He was so screwed.
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Batgirl read the notes carefully, soaking up the information.
"Damn," she muttered quietly to herself. "They aren't even migrating to warmer temperatures. That's totally wrong."
Wally nodded. "At first, I thought it was just us affecting them again, but when I was looking up some articles, it's all of them. Well, all that are recorded, anyways. It's like an epidemic."
"Why though? Why refuse to leave? And why aren't the JL affecting the birds anymore?"
Of course. Everyone who wasn't there at the time of the event didn't actually know what happened. They all assumed the whole "bird psychology" thing only affected the Justice League, not just the people at the accident.
Which meant that she didn't know that he was one of the people affecting the birds the most.
"I dunno. Is there something that the League did that caused this? Something that would've changed the members, and in turn, the birds?..." 'But no,' he thought shortly afterwards. 'Because then I would have to have been involved in it too.'
"You know, Wally, I thought you were insane, writing eleven pages of notes on the way birds act, but this is the truly insane thing. I mean, look at this," Batgirl said, pointing to a picture of a man who was getting attacked by birds. "And it wasn't just one kind of species, there had to at least be 13 different kinds of birds there. They're acting like people for goodness sake."
"Maybe we're looking at it wrong," Wally said, turning back to the debate on whether or not the JL did something to cause this. "Maybe the League didn't do anything."
"Then how do you explain the fact that the birds are totally going weird? The JL had to have done something, something big that would negate the effects that they have on the birds, and something that would have caused their natural instincts to fade.
"I mean really, I wouldn't be surprised if the League did something, because the man those birds attacked," she pointed to the picture again, "ended up being a mob leader that was taking advantage of people at the bank. When the police force came to save him, the birds ripped his collar to pieces — mind you, only after the police came — and revealed the tattoo that belonged to that guild. What if the League did some kind of experiment to try and change the birds somehow, and it got out of control?"
Wally shook his head. "It would make sense, but at the same time, not necessarily. Look here," the speedster said. "It says that there was an exact time that the birds changed. In Gotham, that would be around 3:17 in the morning. That's for the entire world, Bats."
"Then, what other solution do we have?" she said, confusion written on her face.
"I don't know, Batgirl. I don't know."
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AHHHHHH! I mean, oh. Hello. Welcome to the sucky fan fiction that I'm currently writing. Thanks for reading, I guess? Don't forget that this is a side project, so unless it gets super popular, (which it won't) and people are begging for more, be aware that this isn't given my full priority. Thanks, and buhbye!