AN) I'm back! I'm sorry it's been a while. I've had to work on The Apprentice, schedule for high school write a few English paper and work on a script for my Young Playwrights' group. Here's another chappie and some of Alfred's cookies. (::) (::) (::) (::)
*WARNING*- If you cry at sad Wally fluff you will need a tissue
"I don't care if they don't show up in the database! You are not allowed to hold them hostage!"
Director Fury simply watched the pacing man before him. The Avengers were crowding his office, Captain was pacing and shouting. Banner looked as if he was trying to keep his anger down, Stark appeared to be heavily annoyed. The Asgardian was chiming in every now and then with Rogers—talking about honor and kindness. Fury's two best agents were silent, Barton looking like he was ready to cry and Romanova comforting him.
"Captain. These boys are not from this Earth. One of them has super powers, we cannot let them run loose."
"So don't! We'll take care of them! The Tower will be safe enough."
"There were three of them Fury." Stark chided." You might see two illegal aliens, but all I can see are a couple kids who just went through a nightmare. Keeping them in cells is not the way to go."
"I agree with the man of iron! They are young, suffering from sadness of a fallen comrade. They must be comforted."
"Either you let them go peacefully, or we take them." Banner threatened, his skin looking slightly green. Just a bit.
The kids weren't worth this trouble. To have the Avengers and Coulson on him about them. It wouldn't be so bad for the boys to be sent to Avengers tower, Coulson could go with them. Romanova and Barton could keep them from escaping.
"Fine." He sighed. Looks of pride and success crossed the heroes' faces." Agent Coulson will be posted in the Tower, and S.H.I.E.L.D. will be checking in on them."
BREAKLINE
"I will avenge my brother. I won't fail anyone else. I will avenge my brother. He won't have died in vain. I won't fail anyone else.
Roy gritted his teeth once more, pulling harder against the cuffs latching his wrists to the chair arms. He wouldn't let Dick's death go unavenged. He wouldn't. He couldn't! He could hear people talking past the one way mirror, faint murmurs of voices. No real sentences could be made out, but there was lots of shouting.
The swish of a door announced someone's arrival, Roy's masked eyes lifting from his boots, staring down two blonde, well-muscled men. Two of the men who had watched his brother die. Who had stared at Robin as he clung onto life, their mouths hanging open. Some heroes they were.
"What?" He hissed, turning his strongest glare upon them. "Here to torture me? You've already down a fine job, killing off innocents always gets to people. But I'm not talking."
The horror and shock in their eyes sparked a small hint of glee in Roy. Their defenses would be down, they thought him a weak little boy. Time to play it up a bit.
"Y-You can't make m-me." He shuddered, fighting back more tears, some real and some were fake. The real came from his brother's laugh, the fake added to make the waterworks sadder. "I-I won't fail him again. I w-won't!"
Oh no, now he was crying for real. He had failed his brother, he was supposed to protect Dick, to keep him safe. Now he was dead, and it was all Roy's fault, all his fault.
"It's okay kid, we're not going to hurt you. I promise." Someone murmured. The same time as Rot felt the pressure leave his wrists and ankles.
Roy's plan to attack was forgotten. He sobbed, pulling his hands to his face, knees to his chest. Hiding his tears. He hated crying, hated it. Weeks upon weeks spent in that Boy's home had taught him not to cry. But he was sobbing now, tear upon tear felling from his eyes.
He wanted his brother. Robin. Richard. Dick. He didn't care which one. If he got the cocky super hero Roy would love him. If he got the sly slightly spoiled heir he would love him. If the giggling acrobat was handed over to him Roy would never let him go.
A hand was placed on his knee, another lifting his chin up to look at him. Blue eyes smiled sadly, a soft smile pressed against a youthful face. Oh Joker Venom, the eyes, the blue eyes. Blue.
His bit his lip, nervously wringing his cape. The two boys sat beside him, one upside down, and the other sort of melting off the couch. Wally's head was rested on the ground his feet up in the air, throwing popcorn in his mouth. Roy slouched, flipping through channels. He was the first to notice the small trembles coming off of Robin.
"You okay birdie?" He asked, cocking his head towards the boy. Wally swiveling to look at him.
Robin started to nod, then shook his head. Wally raised an eyebrow and righted himself, sitting like a normal person.
"Bat-Batman said I could show you guys." Roy and Wally's eyes widened. Each looking at each other.
"Go on!" Wally cheered, he had been pestering the Boy Wonder ever since they had met.
"W-What if someone finds out?" Robin panicked. "What if someone reads your mind, or you get a truth serum used on you, or aliens kidnap you and make you choose between watching a High School Musical marathon, listening to Justin Bieber or telling my ID! I know what I would choose!"
"Musical." Roy nodded," You can close your eyes through that."
"Dude! Please!" Wally fell of the couch and onto his knees, holing his hands above his head in prayer. "I begging you Robin! Pleeeeaaase!"
"We'd never tell your ID." Roy promised, itching to see the face of his younger brother. "I promise, we know how much it means, we have them too."
"I know." Robin fidgeted. "But what if they hurt you for knowing it? It would be all my fault."
"HAH!" Wall scoffed. "Like they can catch a Flash."
"Dude," Robin deadpanned," you got kidnapped last week."
"Shaddup—and let me see your eyes!" Wally wailed.
"They won't, they can't. And it won't be your fault. They wouldn't be able to hurt us. You'd sweep in and save us like damsels in distress. Again." Roy chuckled, Robin relaxing.
"Okay, here goes."
Roy and Wally waited on baited breath, as the bird remover his mask. It was agonizingly slow. Wally was vibrating in place.
Blue. Puddles of the purest, deepest ocean had been scoped up by God's hand and placed into two wondrously round eyes. Such soft hints of sky blue, bright splashes of Robin's egg blue. Pools of soft dark blue sparkled. Roy's mouth dropped. Wally squealed in delight. He grabbed Robin's face and pressed their foreheads together.
"You should be an eye model. They are the most adorable things I've ever seen. I shall protect your beautiful eyes Robin, protect them with my life!"
Robin pulled back, rolling the perfect blue eyes at the ginger's antics. "I've got one more fanboy I guess."
"Wait a Merlyn minute. Dick Grayson?"
Robin cackled, leaping up and giving an elaborate bow. His head shot up, body still bent over.
"Welcome to Wayne Manor Mr. Queen, we request all leprechauns be left with their rainbows."
Roy laughed, of course only the Boy Wonder would say something like that.
"Holy fudge nuggets!" Wally cried. "Bruce Wayne it BATMAN? Next you'll be telling me Captain Marvel is eight!"
Roy released a shuddering sob, biting his lip to keep from calling out for his brothers. He had promised to never reveal their identities. He had promised to listen to Bieber and watch High School Musical if the aliens made him. That vow was still intact, even if one of them was…dead.
Breakline
"Son. Son, I need you to listen to me. Son, please."
The boy's head rocketed up, his nostrils flared, cheeks tear stained and pale.
"I'm not your son."
Steve nodded. He was so used to calling everyone son, being the eldest of the group. His team had gotten used to it, jokingly calling him 'Papa 'Murica' from time to time.
"I know, my name is Steve Rogers. This is my friend Thor. We're going to take you to our tower, okay?"
The archer growled softly, nodding stiffly. Steve knew he was trying to be angry, but all the boy wanted to do was be wrapped in a hug and cry. Cry for his fallen brother. Like Steve had that one night…
"Where's Kid Flash?" Speedy, Steve thought he had called himself demanded. "I'm not going anywhere without him."
"He's coming to. Don't worry. Follow me."
The young boy followed the blonde, the Norse God following behind him.
"Your brother was a very brave youth. To give such a sacrifice would guarantee him a place in Helheim. He will be honored as a warrior."
"Think that was brave?" Speedy snorted angrily. Steve could hear the desperation and agreement behind the angry façade. "Should've at least let him live till thirteen, kid-kid would've knocked your socks off."
The trio continued down the hall, Steve brainstorming ways to help Speedy. Getting him to talk about his brother would help. Just letting him rant about his favorite memories, Bruce had done that with Steve about Bucky. Speedy should journal. Writing down his feelings would help open his heart to God's healing. It helped Steve. He shouldn't come in close contact to arrows. Steve didn't do trains for a while.
"Speedy! Speedy!" Footsteps pounded in front of them, the small red and yellow clad child, plowing into the archer. Kid Flash hide his face in the red tunic, arms circling the waist, holding on for dear life. Speedy hugged back, desperately trying to keep from crying.
Breakline
It smelled like Roy. The tunic. As always. Like Robin said. Cinnamon, red crayon, Sherwood Forrest, bachelor food, archer sweat and tiny hints of sea side washing detergent. That kid and his nose, could smell things a mile away.
The scent comforted Wally, he inhaled deeply, pressing his face against his brother's stomach. He didn't want Roy to leave, never. Wally always wanted to be able to feel his brother, or at least be able to hug him in under a minute. He had let Dick go, he hadn't been close enough. And now he was gone. Gone.
Robin couldn't be gone. He waited for the bird to fall from the vents, rolling on the floor and laughing. The people around him to burst out smiling. For Dick to sway to his feet, scream 'Gotcha!' and reveal that they were on live TV or something. Wally didn't care if he was embarrassed. He wanted his brother, his bird.
"Dear God bring Robin back, please! I'm sorry I got him killed, please—he's too young. I'll do anything! Anything! Only eat avocado until I die, I'll never ever watch TV again! I-I'll give up….give up my powers. For good. If you bring him back. Please. Please, I'm-I'm sorry."
Wally felt his feet leave the ground, his body twisted against Roy's waist. The ginger repositioning his arms around his elder brother's neck. Bleary tear filled eyes glanced at the masked face of Roy Harper. He felt awkward, he was eleven. Roy thirteen, the archer shouldn't be carrying him. But it hurt too much, it hurt to move. To breathe. Because Dick wasn't walking beside him. Dick wasn't filling his lungs with air in order to tell another story or joke. Wally had always been with Dick, he felt empty without him. So very empty.
Kid Flash's head rested against Speedy's shoulder, small tears spilling out from under his mask. Roy's hazel eyes had to be smarting with tears, his cheeks tear stained and pale. Like Dick's before he had….left. So pale, a papery white. Death tracing over the once color filled skin. A face that had been sun kissed after days on the beach, soft gentle ivory looking after long Gotham winters and hours in caves. Skin that had flared with red when embarrassed, angered or sick.
So Roy felt dead inside too. Wally knew he looked paler than usual. His freckles would be standing out like pushpins on a map. His cheeks would be cold. But his skin would continue to have life. He would laugh eventually. Far, far in the future he might be able to smile. A real smile. Roy and Dick had managed sad smiles around their parent's anniversaries, maybe Wally could produce one too. But the possibility of actually being happy again, it seemed impossible.
"—let's get you to the tower." The voice of one Tony Stark sounded. Stark had been the one to get Wally unbound. He recognized his voice immediately, the one who had whined about Robin having his tech. Robin's holo-watch was Wayne Tech.
"No." That was Roy. His voice walking the line between string and weak, maybe a foot stepping on either side once in a while. "Where-Where'd you put our brother? I'm not going anyway till I see him."
No, Roy please no. Wally sobbed slightly. He couldn't see that again. Those lifeless hands, ones that always were moving. Always tapping out a rhythm from the piano, fiddling with Bat-a-rangs or widely illustrating a story that was being told. He couldn't lay eyes upon the thin form that sweet, kind caring heart no longer pounded out rhythmically. Wally could feel Roy beginning to walk, his body swaying as the archer moved. Wally pressed his head against the soft fabric of Roy's sleeve, whimpering and closing his eyes.
"Pleas-Please." He begged, feeling Roy's grip tighten on him, a forehead nuzzle the back of his ginger hair. "Please don't make me see him. I can't Roy, I can't." He whispered Speedy's name. Only his brother hearing his final plea.
AN) Leave a review below, and tell me. Should I bring in the ever glorious Pepper Potts? Should I have more of Dick's POV from Heaven? Let me know! I love you fanfirends, if you need someone to talk to or rant to PM me.