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Bit of bullying, and protective brothers and Barry.

Okay, I know this is long… But… My favourite band (which inspired my username by one of their lyrics) has tragically broken up. In their honour, on each shot I'm going to post lines of lyrics before the shot. (: I think this is more for my sake and memories than anything else.

~We keep in time, kid. You're so into it, But if you were mine, kid, We'd be intimate, Oh, these razors ain't your roses. But I'm a gentleman, I'm such a gentleman.
Sway sway baby, it's just so audio. Kill your boyfriend, we could be together.


-Best friends will help you stand up after you've fallen… Straight after killing the guy that pushed you –


Wally sighed as he read his timetable during the end of lunch. Gym.

All his friends were in different classes for the last two periods, so it left Wally alone in gym for two hours and absolutely no friends. Which, honestly, was a disaster- heavy on the dis.

And, as he later found out, the teacher had chosen the thing he dreaded most.

Dodgeball.

He was always last to be chosen- especially since he was the 'slowest'. It was all an act, of course, because otherwise he could possibly slip up if he went too fast and broke the sound barrier. Which was why acting slow was the best option, even if it was agonizing.

He was eventually picked onto the always-loses-because-we/they-all-suck-at-sport, he swallowed nervously. He swear he could already feel the bruises forming as the balls were placed in the middle as they separated onto different sides of the court.

Wally knew something was wrong the second he saw a ball fly and change directions. Of course, the teacher had vanished for some donuts and all his team were supporting bruises. He was the last one standing. He watched the ball change direction in slow motion, watching as it was aiming straight for his face.

Out of instinct, he dodged it with help from his powers.

The other team looked surprised, Wally figured he probably wasn't meant to be able to dodge it that fast. Oops. They were all meant to think he was slow and since no one had dodged one so far

One of the team on the other side still managed to hit him (one that didn't change direction, at least) and he shuffled off the court in time for the coach to announce, "That's it people!"

Which meant it was home time, thank god.

Wally headed to the locker room, changing to his usual yellow t-shirt and read jacket (etc) and unlocked his locker.

Five jockie boys -Ken, Albert, Tony, Braydon and Shaun- entered the locker rooms that moment, watching as Wally shoved his PE uniform into his locker.

"Oh Westie, Look at you! Finally learning how to crawl, huh? Huh, Westie? Huh?"

… Aka, Bullies.

Wally hated them. Apparently, the whole 'crawling' thing meant he was learning how to dodge.

"I suppose so," Wally shrugged casually, swinging his school back over his shoulder.

"Not so fast, West. You're not meant to dodge those balls. We got them from someone… special. And they were, honestly, meant for you. But since the ball isn't gonna get you, we will."

Wally watched in slow motion as Ken pinned him up against the lockers sharply, and the rest of the gang advanced on him.

15 minutes later, when the coach had come in to check what the noise was, Wally had chucked a hooded jumper over his uniform, pulling the black hood over his face. He hoped he could at least hide some of the bruises. The bullies had ducked out of the room already, and Wally let out a small cry of pain as he stepped onto his left ankle. It had to be sprained- nothing too major. But that still didn't help the pain.

Leaving the school grounds while trying to hide his limp, he knew he had to report into the cave at least, especially since it was Friday. Wally went there every Friday, and if he didn't go it would just raise suspicion.

He walked to the nearest zeta-tube slowly, realizing he was already 25 minutes late. And he hated being late.

'Kid Flash B-03' The computerized voice announced as Wally stepped inside. The debriefing room was empty, and he was glad. Ignoring his limp, he went into the kitchen and grabbed 2 apples before walking back up to his temporary cave room.

Sitting on his bed, he removed his hood and looked into the mirror. His left eye had a nasty ring on purple and yellow around it, his nose was only just starting to stop bleeding and he had a few cuts along his forehead. He didn't want to inspect into anything else.

Munching on the apple, watching as the cuts soon began to close and his nose completely stopped bleeding. Finishing the second, the bruise was still visible. "Damn it," He mumbled, and someone knocked on the door.

"Uh. Yeah?"

"Dude, open up. You've locked the door," came Robin's voice. Did he really lock it? Oh well. He walked up from his bed then stopped. What about the bruise? He could say it was the dodgeball. Close enough.

He opened it, and instantly he saw Robin's eyes calculating something as he looked at the bruise.

"Dude, what happened?"

"Got hit by a dodgeball."

Robin didn't believe it for a second, knowing how a punch took its shape. He frowned, but nodded. "Kid Idiot. Arty's right. You can be so clumsy, Kid Clumsy," Robin rolled his eyes and Wally scoffed.

"Oh excuse me, Boy Blunter," Robin laughed at the name.

"I'm here because there's still chocolate pudding left in the fridge. And that just doesn't make sense while you're in here."

He felt a rush of wind as Wally was out the door. But the wind… It was never that slow. It was a quick rush of wind that would usually make Robin step back. But this wind… Something was definitely off.


Continued in the next chapter! Because I felt this was getting too long. It should be up in a few minutes. I haven't proofread either shot, by the way.

Up in the next (continued) shot:

"Roy, I'm not here for the league. I'm here for Wally," Robin said, sitting down on Roy's apartment couch.

"Why?" Roy asked bluntly. "Because something's been up. He's not as happy, I can tell. But I can't tell what it is… But I imagine it has something to do with school and the ugly purple bruise on his eye,"

Instantly, Roy's temper flared. Whoever hurt Wally was going down.

"We need to tell Barry."

Yeah :/ Not sure how I feel about this shot, honestly.

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