MEXICO CITY
JULY 28TH, 2011
10:21 CT
A suspicion of a new, more advanced Kobra Venom from Bane has made Batman send the team to Mexico City to have The Team investigate. Robin almost smriked a little. If this was true, how would Bane think this would work again? He shrugged. As of right now, he and Wally had a booked room in a hotel, while the rest of the Team had their own spots to observe from, in case of any unexpected late-night deliveries. They'd strike at roughly three in the morning, to stop. But right now, Bane was most likely around at his... "factory", or whatever. And the Team needed sleep.
If you were anything like Wally West, you'd need snacks- desperately. "I'm going to the vending machine. Be back in a sec." Wally told Dick, and Dick nodded, doing whatever-smart-thing on his hologram that he did in the hotel room. Wally shrugged and sped down the hallway, a few dollars in his hand, towards the vending machine. He came to a sudden halt, eagerness shining in his eyes. He didn't understand the words on the bags and candy bars inside the vending machine, but frankly, he didn't care. It was food. No reason to complain.
The machine made a soft hum as Wally inserted a dollar and clicked a random number. It began to slowly push out the bag of chips that he bought, and he rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, but then suddenly, it stopped.
He looked with confusion and slight anger. Seriously?! he growled in frustration. Maybe he could stick his hand in there and grab the chips out of the rack. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. He bent over and slid his right arm up the slot, almost reaching the bag. The bag was on the lowest rack as well, so it wasn't like he could grab a different snack and call it a night. No, he was determined to get those chips. Just one thing- he'd need just a few more inches to be able to grab it. He could fit in his head if he really tried, which would allow the rest of his shoulder in as well. After a few grunts and loud exhales, he finally managed to push his head and the rest of his shoulder in and grabbed the bag.
Yes!
He smiled at his accomplishment, and began to pull himself out of the vending machine, but then he realized it- he was stuck.
His eyes widened. Immediately, he yelled, "Dick!" but his voice only echoed off the inside of the vending machine.
He continued to cry for help, but obviously Dick didn't hear him. He continued to try to push and pull himself out, but nothing worked. Surely somebody would see him down the hallway? It's not like he could turn his head and look. Yet again, it was late at night, and most people were probably asleep.
He sighed and gave up. He cursed himself for not being able to vibrate himself through the vending machine, and even if he was able to, his clothes would literally burn off from all of the speed, and he'd be in the middle of the hallway, completely naked. Only his Kid Flash costume could withstand such speed, and his costume was in the hotel room.
He didn't know how much time passed. He sighed and mumbled in annoyance, when he heard it.
"Pfft... Wally?"
Wally had never been happier to hear Dick's teasing voice.
"Oh my god! Dude, help me!" Wally yelped, Dick's presence encouraging him to try to slip out again.
"Wally, stop. If you pull too hard you're gonna make the vending machine fall on top of both of us." Dick explained, then a noise was heard.
"Wait- did you just take a picture?" Wally asked, not even surprised at Dick's action.
A snicker was only heard in response.
"Help me out!" Wally barked.
"Right, right." Dick said and ran off, and Wally hoped he would be back soon.
Within about a minute, Dick was back, with his belt. He pulled out a few tools, and began to unscrew the areas that Wally was stuck in. After a few minutes, Wally pulled himself out, relieved to be finally free. Oh yeah, he still had his chips, too!
Dick screwed the areas back on, and then picked up the few dollars Wally had left on the floor. He looked Wally dead in the eyes.
"Seriously? For a bag of chips?"
Wally rubbed the back of his neck, and inspected the chips,
"Uh... souvenir?"
