So hey there! I guess I'm doing a series of drabbles with these nerds. Enjoy!
He had noticed.
Wally was never really a particularly perceptive person, that was always Rob's thing, but his super-speed did pick up little things that other's didn't. Like, for instance, that Klarion had a burn on his wrist.
Yes the bratty Witch boy that swore their death on a daily basis was currently dueling with Aqualad, his pressed, dapper suit rumpled with motion. Though the rolling of sleeves (or in Superboy's case, stripping of his shirt entirely) was normal in the training area, Klarion hadn't even made a motion to unbutton his overcoat.
But despite that, his quick motions jerked at his sleeves and once in a blue moon, his pale wrist shone in the fluorescent light. Only it was not pale, it was a burnt, angry reddish brown that screamed burn. How had he gotten that burn? Was it an accident? Was it a superhero? Suddenly those bruises he left on the 'bad guys' turned his stomach a little.
While he in no way liked or was friends with the Witch boy, he was starting to grow on him a tiny bit and a team looked out for all their members.
Wally was going to look after the little brat if he liked it or not.
Green eyes burned under the bright light of his phone as he sat, awake and tired, in his bed at the mountain (it was one of the rare occasions where they all slept over), pouring over his phone. He was trying to formulate the perfect plan to ask Klarion about that burn. Wally had no idea why, but that burn, well, burned in his mind, making question faster than he could hear them, and before he knew it he was trying to find the best words to use when he asked the little brat about it.
He must have been going crazy.
His suspicion was confirmed when his heart stopped as he heard a sift set of feet pad down the hall, followed by a set of animal paws. It was him. Wally saw his opening, and though a slight tint of sleep, took it.
he waited about thirty seconds before getting up with a flashlight and following the footfall, forcing himself to go slowly. He stopped right outside the doorway to the living room/kitchen, listening to Klarion whisper to his cat. Weird.
"Do you want anything Teekl?... I don't think they have any that's not sour, will ice cream do?... Ice cream it is. Eat up!" Wally flicked the flashlight on at last, walking in and shining the beam of light right in the Lord of Chaos' eyes.
Klarion let out a short yelp of surprise before seeing who it was through the dark. Wally's original plan flew out the window like a bat from hell.
Klarion stood in shock, spoon of strawberry ice cream handing from his mouth, in a plain T-shirt and fuzzy pajama pants probably provided by the Justice League. His arms were completely naked, and was his neck, and Wally's stomach churned at the sight.
Burns. Burns everywhere. Licking up and down his normally white skin. It was like a big blotchy ink spill on paper. It looked like a mistake.
"Oh, I-"
"Teekl made me do it!" Klarion sputtered, pulling the clean spoon out of his mouth with a sheepish grin.
"Huh?" was Wally's intelligent reply. "Oh, the ice cream thing? No, I don't care, no one here like strawberry anyway. I mean... you arms."
Klarion's eyes shifted form sheepishness to steel in a manner of seconds. "Oh." was all he said. Teekl mewed at her familiar, making his head snap to the side. "I most certainly will not! Just eat you ice cream!" He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest to hide them. It didn't work.
"I-I what happened?"
Klarion sighed after Teekl mewed again, longer and louder this time. "Fine you little hairball, if it'll shut you up." He spat at the content-looking cat. Turning to Wally's confused and intrigued form, he sigh in defeat and motioned for Wally to sit with him. Wally, not realizing that he hadn't ventured farther than the doorway, tripped inside and sat beside him, unconsciously grabbing a spoon and taking in a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. Klarion let out another sigh before sitting with him and turning toward him with distain, anger, and a hint of- was that sadness- in his coal eyes. His next words chilled Wally to the bone.
"I was burned at the stake."
"Whut?"
Klarion gave a dark chuckle. "Yea. I got burned at the stake from my own mother's hand. Apparently being a master of chaotic magic was frowned upon, but I'm ok. It was way in the past anyway. It doesn't matter."
"Dude, that's harsh." Wally mentally cringed at his less-that-empathetic reaction. Klarion apparently didn't notice, and he simply grinned and ate another spoonful of strawberry ice cream. "I suppose, but I'm over it." He shrugged, though it sounded fake. The cat meowed again, but Klarion silenced it with a look of fire.
Wally felt the tension grow between the boy and his familiar, and decided to change the subject. "So... you like strawberry, huh?"
They talked until three in the morning.