[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story.]
That first night Wally had insisted that Elliot stay with him in his apartment until he could find a place of his own. Elliot had no problem with it, though he had to get used to Wally's 'sleep cuddling' every night - Elliot knew full well that Wally's 'sleep defect' was a lie and he just wanted to cuddle however. Over time, the two got so accustomed to one another that the idea of Elliot ever getting a place was completely forgotten, to the quiet happiness of Wally.
The two boys soon grew into a routine of sorts. Elliot himself had eventually gotten a real job - he worked as a waiter in a local cafe. Wally both hated and loved Elliot's job. He hated that Elliot had to work at all, mainly because he felt the burning need to provide everything for him. But he loved the fact that he got free pastries. There was also the lovely perk of how much Wally loved that Elliot always tasted like cinnamon and strawberries when they kissed now, but that was irrelevant. Though there were arguments - always petty and never like the fight they'd had before.
Their first argument actually happened on the very first night. Wally insisted that Elliot take his bed while he took the couch, and Elliot refused because he saw it as extremely rude. In the end after Wally had plopped himself down on the couch stubbornly, Elliot attempted to give Wally the silent treatment for the rest of the night - keyword: attempted. It took about half an hour before Elliot snuck back into the living room, having never been able to sleep because he felt guilty. Elliot then proceeded to glare at Wally tiredly before cuddling up to him on the couch.
Another argument of theirs was when Wally just said the worst thing possible at the worst time possible.
Elliot and Wally were just talking about something forgettable one night, and Wally had jokingly said something like 'that's the reason I'm the hero and you're the damsel in distress'. Elliot had not taken that statement lightly - at all. Elliot immediately stiffened away from where he was laying on Wally's chest, sitting up and demanding a very indignant 'excuse me?' at Wally. Wally tried his very best to take it back, but what had been said had been said. Elliot didn't react angrily in any way - and that was what terrified Wally. Elliot was the person you hoped would get angry when they were upset. Because if Elliot wasn't angry, then he was plotting.
The rest of the night went on as it normally did, Elliot seeming to have forgotten all about what Wally said. Elliot was calm and relaxed while Wally was a complete wreck.
That next week, there had been a sudden drop in how many criminals caught by Kid Flash. Some new guy, "Melancholy", was getting in his way non stop. Somehow, someway, there was a new hero that no one had ever heard of, that was actually faster than Kid Flash. Every robbery, every plot, every mob boss, Melancholy got there before him, stopped the bad guy, and left him tied up for the police. By the time Wally got there all he could find was the tied up villain. No one had even caught this new hero's face, all that anyone knew was that he barely spoke, worked fast, and apparently hated publicity. Kid Flash almost caught him, almost, but he'd gotten away and all Kid Flash could see was a blur of black. It was starting to make Kid Flash just a little bit frustrated. Every day he would come home, and every day he would vent to a patient Elliot who simply smiled and nodded, petting his red hair.
One day, Kid Flash spent a whole four hours tracking the guy down after he'd beaten Wally to the villain - again. He'd even kept a notebook and everything. After four hours of lowkey stalking, Wally sat behind a vent on top of some random building's roof under the night sky and read over all he'd learned - which wasn't very much.
"Melancholy" seemed to have no powers - or he used them very rarely. When he was catching and fighting criminals he used a pair of twin swords and an array of grapplings hooks and other tools he'd only ever seen cat burglars use. Speaking of cat, he noticed that Melancholy's fighting style was extremely similar to Catwoman's. He usually striked from a distance, opting out of hand to hand combat despite him being obviously very good at it. He'd seen Melancholy almost...teleport when fighting, but Wally still couldn't decipher if that was just the darkness making it look that way or not. He had been able to make out some of what the hero's actual uniform looked like thankfully.
Melancholy had black hair that was put up in an extremely tight ponytail, and his eyes were covered up by red goggles. His mouth was covered up as well, hidden by a loose infinity scarf. He wore a full body, black, skin tight suit paired with a black utility belt and large combat boots that went up to his knees. He also wore a pair of black gloves - really the only thing you could make out well without having taken photos was the pale skin of his nose-cheek area.
Before Wally could continue with his so called 'detective work', he was suddenly hanging upside down by his foot. He'd just barely registered a black rope tightening around his ankle and the feeling of being yanked upwards from the flag line of a taller neighboring building's window. Wally, very intelligently, kicked around only for the rope to tighten and muttered incoherent noises of surprise and slight panic.
And then he heard the 'click-clack'-ing that was either heels or very tall combat boots. And when he saw the dim figure of what he had to assume was Melancholy appear before him, suddenly all his anger turned into gut wrenching regret. Wally wasn't stupid. He was confident, sure, but he wasn't stupid. He'd seen just how skilled Melancholy was, and really didn't feel like being on the receiving end of his bo staff.
"Look- look, I'm s-sorry man! I'll go away and never stalk you again I promise, just leave me alone!" Wally cried helplessly. No villain, and especially no hero, had ever left him so fearful.
And then Melancholy began laughing. Wally knew that laugh.
There was no way.
"E-Elliot?" Wally asked timidly, hoping very hard that he hadn't just made things worse for himself.
"You really thought you were the only one capable of being a hero, didn't you Wally?" Elliot said, ripping off the goggles, pulling down the infinity scarf covering his now smirking mouth, and letting his hair cascade down his neck.
Wally sighed in dismay. He should've known. There was only one person who was able to pull off that kind of fighting and still do it in considerably tall combat boots.
"Wally, I'm not mad at you. I just...I still want to be a hero. And I kind of want to be a hero with you. I get if you're mad that I went behind your back, but I just-" Elliot explained solemnly.
"I'd love to work with you, Melancholy. But uh, could you do me a favor real quick?" Wally asked, somehow still conscious despite all the blood rushing to his head. Elliot gave a quick questioning hum before stepping closer to Kid Flash to see what it is he wanted.
"When you see Elliot, tell him this." Kid Flash said, beckoning for Melancholy to lean closer and hear what Kid Flash was going to say.
But instead of actually whispering something like Elliot so foolishly expected, he instead grabbed Elliot by the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. Elliot kissed back, honestly fighting the urge to make a spiderman kiss joke.
"Have I told you how great you look in that uniform yet?" He said jokingly as they finally parted. Elliot giggled before finally responding and beginning to help him down from the rope.
"If you ever call me 'sidekick', I'm teleporting you into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean."
[If any of you have ever seen RWBY, then the fighting style I was going for with this was Blake Belladonna's. Even if you haven't, you should look up her fight with Roman Torchwick, which is what I was going for with the 'just barely teleporting' effect. I don't think I like the name Melancholy, so if you have any others I'd be glad to hear them! Reviews are my oxygen, bye!]
