Just One Kiss

I realised I never continued this. It's a little late now, but this is set back in Season 1. I just felt Nostalgic. I apologise. The first chapter has been re-done, and I suggest y'all give it a read to jog your memories.

Enjoy.

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Wally POV

My first thoughts? Kill Barry. I lunged at him with break-neck speed, latching onto the camera with my freckled hands. Artemis side-stepped out of the way, hands to her mouth. She looked less than happy, but at that moment, I really didn't care.

All I needed to do was delete that digital monstrosity, and forget the night had even happened. Barry didn't seem intent on giving it to me, however. He chuckled, before shooting off, a blur of his pathway remaining.

I growled slightly, and crossed my arms over my chest when he reappeared by my side mere moments later. His hot breath tickled my skin in an unpleasant fashion as he whispered in a mocking tone, "Try and find it, Kiddo."

It was a little out of character for him, but I knew he was just playing with me. He'd delete it by next morning. Or he'd keep it as blackmail. I trusted him enough to know that he respected my teenage views.

I guess I made an incorrect assumption.

BREAKLINE

: Wally, u seen the news?

I received a text from Artemis two days later. We hadn't really spoken since the awkward moment under the doorway, but it was a pleasant surprise. I dropped onto my bed, clutching my phone. Tongue sticking out, my fingers tapped out a quick and honest reply;

: Nope. Y?

Her reply came almost instantly.

: U should have killed Barry while u had the chance.

My eyebrow quirked upwards as I flicked the TV on and started replying to her again. The News Report was currently discussing sport, but I highly doubted that was what she had wanted me to see. I rubbed my eyes soon after I pressed send.

: Lol. Y?

I didn't need her reply of : Just watch. My breath hitched as soon as I noted Kid Flash was on the TV screen...kissing a semi-famous Archer. I groaned. This was the image Barry had taken just nights ago; and it was been broadcast to the world.

A prim and proper News reader smiled as she spoke through her teeth, "In further news, it seems a Christmas kiss was destiny for superhero Flash Boy, and his mysterious partner." I growled, turning the television back off and gripping my phone.

Dialling Barry, I was just about ready to rip his face off.

"Yo, Kiddo." He answered. I was on loudspeaker, and I heard him shuffling around what I assumed was his office.

"Why the hell is that picture on the TV?" I barked, shuddering slightly at how unlike myself I sounded. I rubbed my face, waiting for his reply.

"What?" He sounded pretty innocent, but I wasn't in the mood for lies. I repeated by preceding comment in a far slower fashion, and waited once more for his reply.

He swore loudly, and I heard him fumble around his room, knocking things over. He caught on fast.

"Wally, I'm so sorry! I must've handed the wrong camera to my assistant!"

Now, he'd not only caused a heaping pile of problems for me, but he'd also built up the worries for himself. Why would Barry Allen, perfectly normal forensic scientist, have a picture of two young heroes kissing on camera?

I bit my lip, and hoped sincerely that whoever had the camera now, and whoever had leaked the photos, didn't end up describing who they had received the images from. I honestly hoped someone was egotistical enough to take all credit for themselves.

I hung up on Barry without further words; honestly, I had no idea what to say, and was a little preoccupied with the things that could occur because of that little kiss.

I decided nothing too drastic would happen. A few people would speculate new heroes around. They'd think I was in a relationship with Artemis (if they even worked out her name), and that would be the end of it.

It would be one thing if, say, I had been caught kissing Batman, or another relatively famous superhero. But Artemis was pretty much unknown; we were in no danger of having our identities caught onto.

Honestly, the only two problems I could think of, that would come of this event, were the awkward conversations that could crop up with the team, and the discovery of Flash's secret identity.

But then again, I never really examined the photo properly as I saw a glimpse of it. I hadn't really thought about other problems that could crop up...until it was a little too late.

How was it? I don't really want to continue, but I may update nearer to the holidays again.

The sole reason I updated today, was due to me feeling bad for just leaving reviewers in the dark.

Speak soon

Soph