A/N: Yeahhhh so I took forever to update this story x.X I am so sorry! I am so bad I know, but it's finally here! WHOOHOO! So...hopefully you still want to read it? :D you'll be my favorite if you do! Please review~
Chapter 2
Wally's first thought first thing in the morning was something like,
Holy crap I drool a lot in my sleep.
His second, when he saw the time on his respectively old school alarm clock;
CRAP!
Just crap. Leave it to the Justice League, well Batman, to want a conference at six in-the-freaking-morning when the speedster had gone to bed three hours prior as a result of a late patrol. Where the hell was-
"Hey moron, I hate to interrupt your beauty sleep and everything, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be-"
The younger red head was zipping passed him within three seconds, words slurring into some sentence Roy deciphered as: "YeahsureIknowgottagobye!" and he was left standing in the hallway with his tooth brush shoved into the corner of his mouth. Roy contemplated this for a moment or two, then decided it was too early for this kind of crap and shrugged it off.
Running late to a meeting held by Batman was a lot like shooting yourself in the foot. Unless you wanted to be in immense amounts of pain, it wasn't recommended that you pick up that gun at all. (It will only lead to heartbreak anyway). Wally knew all this, knew who it was he was supposed to be meeting and somehow still (likely in Batman's mind) managed to have the audacity to be late.
He skidded to a stop just in time to witness Robin calmly explaining some vastly complicated matter to Batman (convincing him not to murder Kid Flash for running late was more like it).
Artemis stood a few feet from him, glancing at Wally over her shoulder and shaking her head in disapproval when he only offered a sheepish grin for an explanation. "Where have you been, dummy?" She greeted when he was close enough, though the dummy part of that sentence he could have done without, he didn't have the energy to retort to the insult.
"I had a late patrol," He yawned, "I only got like three hours of sleep. Cut me some slack Shiva." It was clear by the blank expression he received that she didn't get the reference, so he quickly muttered a "never mind" and braced himself to be verbally murdered when the Bat turned in their direction.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have an execution to go to…"
Maybe it was the way his shoulders slumped, or the pathetic way he sounded out of severe fatigue, but Artemis just couldn't let him get murdered quite yet.
"Ah, sorry guys, but I need him to help me with-uh something. You'll have to move his murder to another time," And abruptly took hold of Wally's elbow before dragging him away.
"Am I going to owe you now?" The tired lines in his face were aging him more than they should have.
"Of course, you will." Wally wondered where it was he was being dragged away to.
"This is the best excuse you could come up with?" Wally was almost certain that pink was not a good color on him, despite this, Artemis held the color up to his lean torso squinting as if that was going to make the sight any less hilarious. Her furrowed brow wouldn't have fooled a puppy, but she did it all the same and Wally rolled his eyes in that classic teenage boy way of his.
"What? I have to get something for a friend."
"So why aren't you trying this on?"
"Because, it looks so much more hilarious on you."
"You're evil."
"Brat."
"Grump."
A moment of silence.
Laughter.
Okay, so at least he wasn't getting murdered by Batman. For now. He dreaded to think of what would happen when he actually had to go back.
Much to his relief (mixed with a tad of disappointment) Batman wasn't as red faced with anger as Wally expected him to be.
The older man merely scowled, though to be honest, it was hard to decipher one emotion from another with that cowl covering most of his facial features. The young teen kept his outward panicking to a minimum, tapping his foot at rapid speed.
Silence.
More silence.
Where the hell was his back up when he needed them.
Finally, his superior thrust a piece of paper toward him. Wally swallowed as he focused really hard on not letting his hands shake as he took the offered page and glanced it over.
A chore list.
ANOTHER FREAKING CHORE LIST?
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" He could have flipped a table over at that moment, run circles around the entire base, kicking up a furious whirlwind as he went, but for some reason Wally couldn't comprehend what came out of his mouth was. "Yes,sir."
What the hell was that?
Whatever it was, apparently was enough, because soon enough the towering glowering man before him turned and stalked away without making a sound. Seriously, the man was creepy quiet.
His shoulders slumped as soon as Bruce had left, trying to hide his fear took up too much energy. "Jesus." He looked at the list again. "This sucks."
It only took him four hours to get half of this list done before he collapsed onto the couch in Roy's apartment with more drama than a Spanish soap opera. "I hate my life."
The older teen wasn't particularly phased, but ruffled Wally's hair as he paced by the couch anyway. "What is it this time?"
A heaved sigh.
Roy restrained the urge to roll his eyes. "Here it comes."
"Nothing."
He blinked. "Nothing?"
"Nothing."
Something wasn't right but,
"If you say so,"
He wasn't going to push it.
All he knew was, Wally sure looked pathetically adorable with his arm thrown over his face in defeat.
