I live alone with my sister, and she just had her baby three months early so I have been at the hospital to much to write.
But we're all home now!
I was super touched at the reviews I got encouraging me to continue this. 3
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When it was just Wally all on his own (His dad wasn't very...helpful..) he learned to wash his own clothes at the laundry mat down town. He liked doing it, mindlessly folding clothes (what little he had) calmed and slowed him down. It was a big help in learning to relax and do things at a normal place. Now that he lived with Barry and Iris however he could see how it could stress some people, namely his aunt, out beyond belief. Having seven people living under one roof, six of which were speedsters, and one Mrs. Iris out of town for the week, caused a clothes mountain that the neighbors could probably smell.
Literally it was as tall as Bart.
"We really use all these clothes? For what, exactly?" Barry sighed, running a hand through his hair, "How are we going to fix this? The League banished me from doing laundry at headquarters after the dryer explosion of '08!"
"Why don't we just buy a new washer?" Wally suggested.
"Because down town is still blocked off from that Rogue robbery the other night,"
"I think we should leave it and then we can run and jump in it, Daddy!" Dawn exclaimed as she rocked back and forth excitedly.
"What would happen when we ran out of clothes?" Jenni asked rolling her eyes.
"Then we could all just be nake-"
"Absolutely not," Barry said, interrupting his daughter.
"Okay so I have like the crashesed idea! So all we have to do is run to the ocean with all of our clothes, drop them in, then we make water tornado's and get them all back then we do some laps around the world until they're dry and then we come home and hang them up and we'll have clean clothes again!"
"Bart there are several things wrong with that sentence but I'm going to let you figure out what they are," Barry said.
"Can't we just call Iris and tell her that you overloaded the washer on accident?" Wally suggested.
Barry's eyes grew wide and he shook his head almost to quickly for Wally to follow.
"How's about Miss. Bell or Grandma Joan, Daddy? Can't they help?" Don asked.
"No. Libby and Johnny are in Tokyo helping with some sort of doomsday crisis and Joan and Jay are visiting a cousin or something,"
"And Jesse is at the science fair today," Wally added. She had built a very nice model of a metagene.
"Let's just throw away all of these clothes and buy new ones," Bart suggested.
"You're 0 for 2 Barty."
"We could always just ignore the problem until we absolutely can't anymore..."
"I'm with Jenni!"
"Me too!"
"Me three!"
"What was wrong about my ideas?"
"Fine fine! But we really are going to have to fix this," Barry sighed in resignation.
(..) (..)
"So..uh..James..why did you dye the front of your hair pink?" Wally asked, eying his friend.
"Well you know those thingies banks put in loot that expl-"
"He really likes My Little Pony," Hartley interrupted, slapping James almost warningly on the back.
"Right that's what I meant. Anyway, do you think Len will go for Jeep harpoon wars?"
"No, James, I do not think Len of all people will allow us to participate in something you're referring to as 'Jeep harpoon wars,' considering the fact that he said no to your 'Mega Disney movie marathon,'" Hartley sighed, rolling his eyes.
"But Mark said it was a really cool idea. And I think that Mark would know. He has a degree,"
"James, Mark's stupidity is only rivaled by that idiot Roscoe's,"
"So what are you guys doing this weekend?" Wally said, growing bored of the conversation about mystery people. Usually he just went to whatever party sounded like it had the least chance of getting busted, but he had a pretty
strong gut feeling Barry would turn down any party request he might have. It felt really weird having to actually ask permission to go places. Wally wasn't sure he really liked it all that much.
"Nothing probably. Dig and Sam are still lo-,"
"Our friends are not in town and we can't go pick them up until Monday so we are probably just going to sit at home," Hartley said, shooting James a death look.
"You guys want to hang out or somethin'? We could..I don't actually know what we could do," Wally sighed heavily. Making plans with new friends was really hard. He missed some of his old sketchy friends...Mikey, Luka, Paul, Roy*...he wouldn't even have to ask what those loser wanted to do. Sure it was all illegal and stuff but he never really cared about that until now. Come to think of it, he missed his neighbor Patty at the apartment complex he lived in with his dad, the smell of cigarette smoke in his clothes, running and running and running to anywhere
he wanted no limits. Star, Coast, Gotham..man he hit 'em all and more. China, Germany, Greece, Paris..Did he really abandon a whole life? For what exactly? Some weird 12 year old obsession he had with a superhero who turned out to be his uncle? What the actual hell was he doing here? Thank god for the ability to think at light speed.
"Sleep. Over. City. We're doing this. We're making this happen," James said with literally the most serious face Wally had ever seen.
"Len's going to say no. Hate to burst your bubble there James."
"Who is Len any way? I thought you were like Moneybags McGee Rathaway? Is he like James's foster parent or something? And are all these people who are you guys friends like live with you or something? Like a halfway house?" James laughed loudly and Hartley elbowed him hard in the ribs.
"I do not get along well with my parents. I stay with James and the boys wh-"
"And Lisa."
"And Lisa when I can. Which is very very often. James here used to live at a circus but fell into some trouble and now lives with Len. Len is...a foster parent of sorts. The other people we mention are employed by Len and stay at his home more often than not,"
"The hideout!"
"Yes, James, the hideout," Wally nodded, processing this. It sounded pretty wobbly but hey, his living condition would probably sound wobbly too if he tried to explain it. One way or another, Wally was going to have to stay home this weekend.
Great.
Even Bart was having his little loser friends stay ove- "I can see if you guys can spend the night tomorrow?" Wally offered. James eyes lit up and he looked expectantly at Hartley.
"Sure, I don't see why not."
"Yes!" James exclaimed causing half the cafeteria to turn around and stare at them.
(..) (..)
"I don't know Wally...The clothes mountain is literally getting out of hand, the twins are mommysick, I'm on my own this week and Bart's friends are going to be here and they're a little..different," Wally made a face. The clothes mountain really was getting out of hand.
"What's so different about them?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well..it's Batman's son and Blue Beetle for one.." Wally was surprised that he was surprised. Of course Bart had superhero teenyboper friends. Why wouldn't he.
"And they can be a little out there sometimes.."
"So can my friends! C'mon Barry, these are my first friends that aren't criminals! Lemme solidify our friendlationship with a sleep over! We'll stay out of the laundry room and your hair!"
Barry seemed to ponder this for several nanoseconds before reluctantly shaking his head yes. "I'm dead serious about the laundry room, Kid,"
At approximately 6:00 the next night the doorbell rang at the West-Allen home. Of course Wally was tasked to answer it even though his friends weren't arriving untill 7:30 while Bart fixed his hair. He was suck a geek. That took literally milliseconds.
The boy at the door was accompanied by two others. The tallest one looked to be about Wally's age, maybe younger. He looked really happy go lucky ninja psychoey. The second boy looked ready to shoot himself. He too looked to be younger than Wally, but not quite as old as Boy A. The youngest one looked more annoyed than a kid his age probably should.
"Allen residence," Wally said awkwardly.
"I'm here for Bart," C said.
"Are you taking him away for good? Because I could get mad into that," B snickered while C shot Wally a confused look.
"BART! YOUR FRIEND IS-"
"HeyTim!RighIghtontimeasperusual!" Bart said, appearing next to Wally.
"Slow down," Wally chided. The last thing he wanted to do was send the only friends he had managed to make running for the hills at the sight of his freako family.
"Dick, Jay, Barry has that thing reassembled for Bruce. He'll be down in a sec. In the mean time Timmy and I are going to buy snacks for the party," Bart said, bolting past the older boys and griping Tim's wrist as he went.
"I'm buying aren't I?" Wally heard Tim say as he shut the door behind the other boys.
"Soo...I'm Dick and this is Jason," Boy A said gesturing to himself and Boy B.
"Wally," Wally replied, nodding his head. Batman's kids were in his living room. Weird much?
"I know. The Bat did an extensive background check,"
"That's not creepy at all," "Wally muttered shooting the two boys a side glance.
"That's what I said. Doesn't understand what the hell privacy is. Like on any level," Jason scowled crossing his arms over his chest.
"So a speedster? Do you have any intentions on joining the same line of work as Barry? Or are you still undecided?" Join? Join what, the freaking Justice League? No sir. Nope, nuh hu, no thank you and don't let the door hit you on the way out.
"I'm going with probably not," Wally said, sitting on the couch, "It's not really a criminal record type business, I don't suppose."
Dick nodded, "It's not for everyone, but it would be totally asterous if you decide you do. Always a spot open on my Team for any up and comers."
"And there's always dictionaries that have the pre and sufixes to all those words you make up," Jason finished, looking pretty pleased with himself.
Wally snickered, "I feel you, man. I'll think about it too, I mean you never know right?" Dick smiled and nodded.
Barry materialized and handed Dick a funky lookin flash drive. Dick thanked him and left, Jason trailing behind.
"Nightwing and Robin were just in our house. What kind of a life am I living?" Wally muttered.
"Wheres Bart and Tim?"
"Snacks."
"Mmm. Well I guess I bett-" Loud beeping filled the room and Barry's face transformed from the one of his laid back uncle to the slightly more buisnessy one of The Flash.
"Yeah..Yeah..A whole fleet..Not friendly?..Mm I see...Now?...I have a house literally full of children, Clark!...No..No c'mon man Conner and Kara are like 16 I have small chil...Yeah yeah I know...Fine..Roger roger," Barry shot Wally a small smile.
"Aliens?"
"Aliens."
"And The Wall-Man is in charge?"
"Yesss...,"
"Right on! Won't let you down, Barry, everyone is still gonna be super alive when you get back,"
(..) (..)
Bart's other friend was this Hispanic kid that really freaked Wally out. He seriously would just start talking to himself. Like out of nowhere. And his name was apparently Jiame and not Jeyyou. Wally was also the only one that apparently found that joke funny.
One way or another, it was 8:15 and Wally was almost positive he was being stood up. James and Hartley were suppose to have made an appearance 45 minutes ago but...Wait a second.
Loud music was playing from literally the sketchiest van Wally had ever seen that turned the corner on his block and parked in front of his house. This white guy with spiky black hair was driving it, the seats literally shaking from the music. The back door slid open and James and Hartley were pushing each other to get out. Hartley shouted something at the driver before a gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked Hartley off his feet. James and Spiky McLoudvan laughed while Hartley flipped them off. Hartley got to his feet and the van peeled out, going way over what Wally assumed the speed limit was. Feeling somewhat creeperish Wally moved from infront of the living room window to open the door right as they knocked.
"Sorry we're late. We stopped at a convenience store and then we had to drive around for like an hour! Are you mad that were late?" James looked super worried but Wally just waved him off.
"No worries man," Wally laughed moving so that the boys could come into his house.
"Nice place," James muttered.
"Thanks my uncles like a police scientist or somethin' and my aunts a reporter," Wally shrugged.
"Who dropped you two off anyway?"
"Mark," Hartley gritted out, "he is being quite a, whats the word, dick tonight."
"Hartley's just mad because he doesn't like to drive fast," James snickered.
"I like being alive, James, don't you?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Well that's what they created speed limits for. So that you can continue living."
"Where can I put my stuff?" James asked, turning his attention to Wally.
"Yeah, well, in here probably. The couch pulls out and my cousin and his friends are hogging up our bedroom. Also, my uncle is out of town on a..business trip. Yeah. So I have run of the house."
"Do you have a X Box?"
"I do,"
"Then why are we still talking?"
After about an hour of getting his ass admittedly beat, Dawn wondered downstairs to inform him of the fact that she was very hungry.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, pausing the game.
"Not pizza."
"You think you're funny, huh?" Dawn smiled at him.
"Lemme go dig around. I imagine everyone else is hungry too," Wally said, pushing himself to his feet and wandering into the kitchen, James, Hartley, and Dawn tailing behind.
As it would turn out, all the food in the kitchen actually had to be cooked...soo..that was bad.
"We can have ce-"
"Please don't say cereal," Dawn interrupted.
"Yeah, there's like a ton of food here," James said.
"James, do I look like I can cook?"
"I can!"
"You're kidding?"
"He's not," Hartley confirmed.
(..) (..)
As it would turn out, James was almost as good a cook as Iris. Not that Wally would ever voice that opinion out loud. Bart and his friends had magically vanished but Wally suspected that had more to do with some crisis in Gotham than some party down the block.
He was disappointed really. He had wanted his family to meet his friends, prove to them that he was trying to start something new.
Oh well.
The twins and Jenni loved Hartley and James. James's ability to do gymnastics and Hartley's ability to recognize all the classic symphonies that were in Jenni's homework made them fan favorites. He was pretty sure his friends were unnecessarily big headed about it.
One way or another the night totally could have gone worse. Maybe his uncle would get back in time to meet his friends in the morning?
Little did he know they were ALL hanging out the next night.
And it wasn't going to be pretty.
*Foreshadow be like
Cliff hanger say what?
I know this was a crappy chapter, it was mostly just to set up for the next chapter.
Brace yourselves, this baby's about to get rolling.
I'm serious though, next chapter, look for it.
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