Title: Tangible Hand Holding
By: Xmarksthespot
Disclaimer: I don't own YJ
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Wally West's To-Do List: September 14 & September 15
1. Get the girl (who's dosed with radioactive waste from the nuclear plants, causing her cells to mutate and therefore, only certain people with sharper senses can see her – and is definitely not a ghost, because ghosts don't exist) to leave bedroom.
"Get out," Wally repeated, pointing towards his door.
The girl in front of him gaped at him, mouth ajar in disbelief. "No, this is my room!" She proceeded to cross her arms and held her stance firmly. Her pink lips were twisted into a frown and she narrowed her dark brown eyes.
"Hey lady, if you haven't noticed, these are my things, in my room," Wally argued, stretching out his arm to emphasize his words. "Get out!"
The blonde smirked. "What are you going to do? Call the cops?"
Wally groaned and dropped his head into the palm of his hand. This is not what I had in mind when I asked Dick for an apartment with a hot neighbour. Finally, he let out a loud exhale. "Fine, if you want to play it that way, I guess I'll have to really force you to leave."
"And what do you mean by that?" She raised an eyebrow.
This time, it was Wally who gave a sly smile. "What? Did you really think you're the first one I've come across?"
There was a brief pause in between the two, as the mysterious stranger stared at Wally incredulously. But as the seconds flew by, her knuckles grew whiter and whiter while she grasped onto the sleeves of her brown cardigan; she was beginning to doubt herself.
Wally, on the other hand, was beaming with glee inwardly when he noticed the girl widening her eyes at the thought of what he could do. He continued to pester her: "Do you really want to know how it feels to be wiped away from this world?"
"Prove it," she snapped. "Prove that you can make me disappear."
He frowned, but held up his hands, surrendering to the girl's demands. "If you say so," he said before stepping passed the girl and towards a large duffle bag he had carelessly tossed in the corner earlier on.
Suddenly, the phone rang throughout the apartment and he could hear his mom's voice from the living room: "Wally, phone call!"
"Coming," Wally replied, but when he turned around to the doorway, the girl standing by his desk was already gone. He grinned. Works every time.
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2. Call Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris
"Hey Aunt Iris! Yeah, I know I said I'd call, but I got lost track of time with all the unpacking," Wally explained over the phone. He laid himself across his sofa, legs dangling over the arm rest. "Uh huh, yep…yeah sure, lemme talk to Uncle Barry."
"Hey, kiddo!"
Wally grinned as his favourite (and only) uncle was heard. "Hey, Uncle B. How's everything over there?"
"Things are great! I learned how to change the twins' diapers today!"
He laughed. "Right, only after Aunt Iris, my mom, and I learn how to."
"Well I thought I was a pretty quick learner. You should be proud of me, kid."
"Haha, I am. Congratulations, Uncle Barry. Don and Dawn are lucky to have you and Aunt Iris."
"Thanks, Wally – oh, speaking of the twins, I think I'm hearing something from their monitors. I should probably go check up on them; your Aunt needs a break today. Hope everything goes well over on your side, kid!"
"Alright, thanks. I'll call you again sometime later this week."
With that, Wally hung up. He really hoped things will go as well as his uncle said.
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3. Get to school – and not be late.
The secretary of Gotham Academy looked up from the desk, eyes glinting with obvious annoyance that someone interrupted her.
At the sight, Wally gulped but handed her his transcript papers. He fidgeted with his tie as the secretary typed his name into the system, bothered by the school's mandatory uniform, but told himself that, hey, if he had to wear uniforms, then so did the girls, which meant skirts.
His smile fell apart when the secretary pushed forward his homeroom schedule and demanded he get to class immediately.
"You're twenty minutes late," she told him.
And he was thirty-five minutes late by the time he found his first class, shifting awkwardly under the glares of prejudice of his classmates.
Throughout the day, as he was introduced in each class, he would scope out for the familiar dark haired boy who was his only hope for some sort of entertainment in this facility and had somehow skipped enough grades to be in Wally's year. He couldn't even find the former acrobat at lunch, despite sending mass texts to the boy two years his junior. But by third period, the class after lunch, there he was: Dick Grayson-Wayne sitting sleepily in the back corner of pre-calculus.
It just so happened that that back corner also had a free seat next to it, which Wally was thankfully assigned to.
"Dick, where have you been?" Wally whispered.
"Hey, don't call me that," the fourteen year old replied.
"It is your name."
Dick rolled his eyes. "In that tone of voice, it's not."
The redhead ignored the comment. "I thought you said you were in three of my four classes and I haven't seen you all day."
"I was on the other side of Gotham for a Mathletes competition."
Wally fought back a snicker. "Dude, you're such a nerd."
Before Dick turned his head to focus back at the chalkboard, he said, "Says the kid who turned his old garage into a chemistry lab."
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4. Pay attention in class.
"Pay attention, would ya, Scholarship?!"
Wally did not like gym class. Sure he was fit, sure he was a runner, but dodge ball was not his forte. He wasn't really appreciative of his new nickname either, though anything was better than Wet Pants, the nickname he had at his old school.
The water fountain sprayed once onto my pants, and I had to go through half of high school with that name, Wally groaned inwardly, furious at his memories.
"Hey, Scholarship, catch!"
Before Wally could register what had happened, a dozen balls were thrown in his direction.
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5. Get the girl to leave bedroom. Again.
When Wally got home, his mother hadn't come back from work yet. He dove straight for the fridge for a light afterschool snack before heading into his bedroom. And while most boys would be thrilled to see a hot blonde lying on their bed, Wally was less than welcoming.
Tossing the apple core into his trash, he marched up to the girl flipping through his books. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He yelled. "Didn't I already tell you to leave? I warned you I would make you disappear."
The blonde casually flipped through to the next page. "You mean with your toys? I checked that duffle bag of yours – there's nothing for you to exercise me with!" Clever dark eyes looked up at him and her lips turned into a grin at his dumbfounded expression.
"You went through my stuff?" Wally was enraged; he had never had this big of a problem with her kind before – they rarely pester him for this long.
She shrugged. "At least I'm honest. You know, Baywatch, lying is really bad for your health." She flipped to the next page, eyebrow rising at an old photo of him and some friends as a kid bookmarked in between the pages.
He swiped the photo from her sight. "Argh! Get out!" He yelled.
She smirked. "Make me."
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TBC
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