So the first part is Bart first waking up, then we go back to where we left off.
Bart startled awake. Uhg, what the heck happened? His body screamed at him as he pulled the tubes out of his throat. His muscles felt like he hadn't moved in years. He managed to sit up and look around at all the machines he was connected to. A machine to monitor his heart, to monitor his temp, his blood sugar, his… brain waves? Bart started stretching while going over the events leading up too this in his head. He was definitely in the cave's med bay, but how did he get there? Last thing he remembered he was heading home from a mission against Ivo's amazo android. Bart started stretching his neck out when he noticed the magic circle on the ceiling. It was dark black, like it had been drawn on in charcoal.
He started pulling out his wires, eventually getting to the one connected to his pulse. It went flat, but when he got up to turn it off his legs gave out. Man, how long had he been asleep? His muscles were totally shot. Just then the door flew open.
"Bart!" Robin? Why did he look soo concerned? The Robin he remembered borderline hated him, but here he was, fussing over Bart and helping him stand. "Steady, the others are coming," he said as he settled Bart to sit back on his bed. Sure enough, before Bart could even ask questions in filed the team and several leaguers.
"Can someone please tell me what happened?"
"Your identity was compromised. We-" Batman was cut off by Flash hurdling himself into the room and glomping his sidekick.
"Bart! Oh, thank goodness, I was so worried,yourmomwassoworriedIriswassoworried-"
"Flash!" The hero froze before letting go of his sidekick, but not stepping away from him as Batman continued from where he left off. "You were attacked in your home by a magic user we strongly believe to be Klarion the witch boy. We need to know everything you can remember." Bart's face was suddenly horror stricken.
"My house- but then- My mom! Where is she, where's Wally?!"
"You mother is fine."
"And Wally?!" Bart's heart was in his throat when Batman paused.
"He was fine the night it happened, Klarion only seemed to be there to attack you," No one noticed the slight tenseness that Robin, Superboy, and Miss Martian held. "But around one O'clock this morning he went missing." Bart was somwere between scared shitlees for his brother and pissed as all hell.
"Where did he last go missing, who's looking for him, what time is it now? I can go help! I-" Batman held up a hand to stop Kid Flash's rapid fire questions.
"Right now it's noon, and you won't be going anywhere until Flash and the team deem you fit. As for Wally: we're doing the best we can with what we have. It's going to take time, though. And we still need answers about your attack." Batman looked at him a moment longer before sweeping out of the room. Several of the leaguers followed him. A ponytailed girl wearing a knock-off green arrow costumed squeezed in behind them.
"Hey," she gave him a small smile, but under her mask he could see her eyes were puffy from crying. "My names Artemis, it's nice to meet you."
…
What had been days for Bart had gone by in hours for Wally. He stayed at the viewing circle watching his brother for most of it. Eventually he figured out that standing on different runes focused him in on different people. He could follow Bart, his mother, uncle Barry, aunt Iris, Dick, Roy, Kon, his class schedule (which was both weird and useful), and Klarion. When Wally saw Klarion going around some large lab, talking to other villains, he didn't pay attention as much as he should have.
Wally let their words go in one ear and out the other as he crouched down over the image. The lord of order stretched out one hand to touch Klarion's face, but retracted it when the mirror made a horrible sound like silverware on china mixed with a high pitched screech. He held his hand to his chest to try and get the feeling back to it. The cold numbness slowly ebbed away, and Wally made a mental note not to do that again.
After exploring the circle he wandered too the shelves, but grew bored quickly. All of the books were magical texts and Wally didn't want to learn anything right now. He just wanted to let his mind go blank. This, of course, is what led him through the halls to find the garden. Wally had tried to memorise the path he took so he could make it back to his room, but ended up losing track. The halls in Klarion's house were ridiculous! There were no stairs, but lots of slanted floors. Some of the halls were gradual, others steep, some ran diagonal, and many criss-crossed. Most of the hallways were void of anything, while others were so full of widows, doors, paintings, vases, chairs, statues, and other various things that Wally could hardly walk through them. All of the halls had the same basic design though, dark and light grey vertical stripes lit by yellow-gold glowing mushrooms hanging over an almost blood-like red marble floor. The deep swirls of various reds and a bit of black in the marble's glossy surface furthering the illusion.
Wally was nearly ready to start punching walls when he finally turned the corner to see a hall with it's right wall made of intricate rod iron gates. Wally only took a moment to appreciate them before pushing through the first set. He was outside, finally! Yet, he frowned, the air was no fresher out side Klarion's house than inside. It smelled slightly more outdoorsy, but the lingering perfume of cinnamon and parchment was still there. A slight breeze drifted through the garden as he started to explore. Unfortunately, nothing helped him feel any less like a bug in a jar.
The hazy blue sky put out light, but had no sun. The garden itself was more like a hodgepodge of plants growing big, happy, and wherever they pleased. The plants ranged from rice, to pumpkins, to pitcher plants, to things Wally had never seen before. Wally wandered further from the house into a large patch of herbs. He decided that, while it was strange, he rather liked the feeling of the dirt and grass under his feet. Wait what? Wally looked down and almost laughed: he was still wearing the pajamas Klarion had put him in. Frick, he was so pissed! Klarion had gone full sadist on him! And Wally had gone full wuss, he should have- no, that's just the kicker, there was nothing he could have done. He's a bug in a jar, and Klarion is the guy who could squish him at any moment. So why the hell is he still fucking in love with him?!
…
"Why can't you just-"
"No, no, no ,no, nnnoooo!" Klarion threw his hands up in the air, "I have been explaining this to you over the course of three days!" Klarion clapped his hands together before turning to face the other members of the light working on this project with him. "That is not how magic works! It's not just hocus pocus and suddenly whatever you want just happens! There's preperation, there's intent. I'm not some stupid little magician. I am a lord! You want a distraction, fine, but affecting the entire globe twice over is more than a one man job for the level of detail desired!"
"Wouldn't it be easier if you just didn't set up the safety?" Ocean master was fairly smug about his comment, but shrank back instantly when Klarion's demonic rage was turned on him.
"Don't you even start with me ocean wannabe! You aren't even on the baby magician's level, heck, you can't even measure up to Aquacad! I do whatever I want within the mission parameters, and if you want to keep your head so you have something to hold that ridiculous helmet on you will keep your useless trap shut!" Everyone looked about ready to bolt in case Klarion lost control, but Savage looked more curious than fearful. At least, compared to everyone else he did.
"Very well, but I would like to know why you want to spare lives from the inevitable chaos of your spell."
"None of your beeswax, I have my own list of reasons that I don't need to share with you geezers."
…
From the outside, Klarion's house looked like a huge, twisted castle. It was like someone had just stapled together broken parts of various black lairs of disney villains to form one big super lair and dropped it in the middle of an artificial eden. Well, it did look pretty cool, in a weird way, but it wasn't even the creepiest part of the pocket dimension. Wally had made it to a forest filled with every type of tree imaginable, and had yet to see a single living thing other than himself. There were no birds, no bugs, no squirrels, no anything. The breeze was too gentle to make much noise, leaving Wally in a perpetual silence. The lord of order pressed on, weaving through the trees. He passed a blue oak tree and decided it would be his landmark. Wally finally let his mind go blank. He ignored his now dirty off-white pjs, as well as the roots and rocks cutting his feet as he came to a stream. Wally sat down on its bank, closed his eyes, and leaned back on a sycamore.
When he opened his eyes the fake sky was pitch black, yet still somehow managed to give off moonlight. His right foot throbbed from all the dirty cuts, and the distance he had walked. His left foot felt strangely numb, though. It took Wally a minute to realize someone was washing it in the cold water of the stream, and when he did notice the lord of order immediately tried to jerk it back.
"Wait a sec, stupid!" Wally froze when he heard Klarion's voice, but the lord of chaos seemed to ignore this in favor of setting Wally's foot back in the water. Soft red light flowed over it and finished healing the many cuts and bruises. "I can't believe you let them get like this! What if they had gotten infected! Incase you can't tell," Klarion gave Wally his left foot back before taking the right one to repeat the process, "I'm not very skilled with the healing arts!" Wally held his healed foot, trying to warm it up from the cold water. The cuts were gone and so was any pain or bruising.
"You seem pretty skilled to me."
"Please, the only reason I can do this much is because i have access to running water," Klarion scoffed. Wally looked over at his moonlit silhouette. Klarion was kneeling in the water while gently kneading his magic into Wally's cuts. He looked so out of place doing it while still wearing his villain attire.
"Why do you need the water?" Wally barely caught the flash of Klarions eyes before the witch boy looked back at what he was doing.
"Running water creates a small amount of positive magical energy. This energy is what light magics are based from. My powers are mainly focused in the dark arts, meaning I run on negative energy, and have trouble using light magic. Things like healing are more difficult for a lord of chaos than for a normal wizard, and I require a source of light magic to perform them without becoming exhausted."
"Heh, and I thought you were 'all powerful' here." Wally's nervous smile faltered when Klarion looked up at him with a blank face. Klarion let go of Wally's, now healed, right foot. Wally slowly crawled away from Klarion as the witch boy moved forward out of the water. Wally's back hit the sycamore. Klarion continued to move forward with the grace of a cat. He paused with his face just barely an inch away from his Wally's right ear.
"Rudolf," Klarion breathed over the ginger's ear, "are you afraid of me?" Klarion's question nearly sounded innocent except for the obvious way his hand rested on Wally's waist. The lord of order swallowed before answering.
"Why are you doing this?" Wally's heart started pounding in his chest when Klarion's hand began moving slowly up and down his side.
"Because I want to." Klarion's mouth ghosted over his Wally's ear. Wally was torn between trying to wriggle away, and lean in closer.
"Why me?" Klarion's free hand went to Wally's shirt buttons. The lord of chaos's claws ticked on the white buttons as he undid them from the top down.
"Hmmn," Klarion hummed as if he didn't know the answer himself before he started softly peppering Wally's ear with kisses. The lord of order gave as small gasp before starting to squirm. He wasn't trying to get away though, and Klarion only smiled into Wally's ear. The witch boy got a firm grip on Wally's hips to hold him down before running serpentine tongue over his ginger's ear. Wally held back small moans as Klarion nibbled, licked, sucked, and kissed his ear. While Wally was distracted Klarion moved his legs over his Wally's so they were pinned, And Wally finally gave a moan when Klarion's hands moved to tease his nipples. He couldn't help but wonder if they were ever this sensitive before as Klarion rubbed and tweaked them. Wally found himself arching into the sensation. An extreme desire for Klarion to kiss him grew with the tightness in his pants. But just before Wally could ask him too Klarion pulled back. Wally would slap himself later at the way he whined when Klarion's hands move back to his hips. "Do you fear me Rudolf?"
"I-" Wally looked up at Klarion, still panting, and found the answer in the black of his "owner's" eyes, "I'm afraid of how much I love you." Klarion had no time to answer before Wally yanked him down by the hair for their second kiss. The thought that this relationship was perhaps the most dangerous thing he'd ever done crossed his mind for all of two seconds before Klarion had his tongue exploring Wally's mouth, and drinking the lord of order's sounds like they were alcohol during prohibition. When the kiss finally broke Klarion had one hand supporting himself on the tree and one wrapped around his Wally's waist. Wally had his arms around Klarion's neck. Klarion put his head down to the crook of his Wally's neck, but when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin there he found himself getting pushed back. "But, maybe we could go a bit… slower?" Slow was the last thing Klarion wanted to be with his Wally, but he still backed off. A very difficult thing to do when the object of your desire is flushed and panting beneath you.
"... Let's head back," Klarion's voice was no longer seductive, but friendly, as he held out a hand to help his Wally up. The lord of order took the offer with a smile. The moment he was back on his feet, though, the world flashed black and Wally got virgo. Klarion held the ginger to his chest while Wally regained his senses. They were in a bathroom as large and grand as any other room in Klarion's house. Or should Wally start calling it a castle after seeing it from the outside? Wally looked back from the room to Klarion when the witch boy let go of him. His flush returned full force when Klarion started taking off his suit.
"W-wa-wait!" Wally had caught his breath, but his cooling blush was now returning full force, and his pants had never stopped being tight. Klarion looked back at him with a shit eating grin.
"What's wrong Rudolf? You've been running around all day, and I like to take a shower before going to bed. This bathrooms big enough, why not share?"
"I-I,"Wally swallowed hard, "I think I'd prefer a little privacy right now…"
"Hey," Klarion shrugged, "if you won't peek, I won't." Wally looked at him a second longer before turning around. He tried his best to maneuver behind a frosted glass divider while getting undressed. Somehow the buttons on his shirt were far more complex when he could hear Klarion's pants drop in the background. Don't look, don't look, you said you wanted privacy but you have to give him hi-
Wally's entire body tensed when he heard a very distinctive slapping sound. Klarion was jerking off behind him, and he hadn't even turned on one of the showerheads to try to hide it! The lord of order's skin felt too hot, too tight. He could hear Klarion's breath getting more ragged as his hand sped up. Wally's own member was fully erect and he swore if he heard even the smallest moan from the lord of chaos he would lose it.
Klarion was thoroughly disappointed when his Wally turned the shower head he was under on full blast. No doubt the water was freezing cold by the yelp he let slip when he turned it on. Well, ya know what? Fuck that. He was finishing, and he was doing it to thoughts of his Wally. He let himself get louder. Images of his Wally just moments ago filled his mind. If he hadn't been pushed off he would have most likely gone all the way with him.
Wally was trying to finish his shower as quickly as possible. The mantra of "don't look" rang in his ears. He was pretty sure he was finished in record time, and he made a break for the door.
"Wait!" Wally stopped, but was careful not to turn around. "Do you even know the way back to your room?"
"..."
"Rudo-"
"Wally! Just call me Wally, Klarion. Christ." He felt a little bit weird at the fact that he was going to walk through Klarion's house naked. Well, it wasn't like anybody else was here, but still. Wally hadn't even noticed Klarion come up behind him before he reached the door. His whole body tensed when he felt the lord of chaos press his chest against the ginger's back. The lord of chaos was still hard, and when Wally tried to move away he found himself pinned between Klarion and the door. He was nervous that Klarion might do something, but the witch boy just reached around him to grab the door handle.
"Good night, Rudolf," Klarion whispered before opening the door. Wally fell in, and the door was slammed closed behind him. He felt the anger burn his face as all his pent up frustrations burst. Got up and threw himself upon the, now locked, door. He poured out his fear, his sorrow, his frustration, stress, anger, and loneliness. He yelled at the door because he was just so confused!
"Just like your worthless mother."
"SHUT UP!"
*wham-crack*
"AHH!" He held his hand to his chest. Ok, so punching the door with all his might was probably not the best idea. His hand was definitely broken. "Stupid," he chastised himself, "Stupid me, stupid 'lord of order bullcrap', stupid dad, STUPID KLARION! I HATE THIS! I HATE MY ROOM!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, "I HATE THIS HOUSE! I HATE YOUR LIFELESS WORLD! I HATE BEING ALONE! I HATE MYSELF!" His eyes were bleary from tears he didn't know had started to pour. He blinked while trying to catch his breath. It was then that he realised Klarion had used his magic to somehow shove him into his room instead of the hallway. Wally collapsed to his knees before falling over on his side and curling into fetal position. He cradled his broken hand as he cried like he'd been doing all too often recently. He felt pathetic. "I hate myself." A gentle buzz of magic filled the room. A pair of sturdy arms pulled him into Klarion's lap. Wally wanted to shove him away, but only found himself leaning closer as he cried against Klarion's shoulder. The witch boy's hands ran slowly over his back, and his sobs began to slow. "I hate myself," Wally whispered between his tears. He was pathetic. "Why," his hands fisted the red nightshirt Klarion had changed into, "Why can't I hate you?" One of Klarion's hands left Wally's back to cup his chin, and brought his face up to look at him.
"I don't know," His other hand came up to wipe the tears off Wally's face, "and I don't care."
"... Why're you such an ass?"
"Same reason I put Teekl in an inescapable room so she wouldn't interrupt us again." Wally drew back a bit to give Klarion a "are you shitting me" look.
"You are an asshole."
"Yeah."
"Your also, like, really mean."
"I know."
"Why?"
"..." Klarion searched Wally's eyes as if he could find the answer the question about his own behavior in them. "Honestly, I don't know. The night I first met you I was planning to torture and kill you for amusement," Wally paled, "but then I saw you. Even after that I was still just going to wait till you got sick of me then kill you. Now? I think I'm obsessed. I can't imagine not having you. The thought of anything ever happening to you makes me sick." Wally had just started relaxing back into Klarion's hold when the witch boy grabbed his upper arms and held them firm. Not so hard it hurt. the action was more like an anchor between them. Grounding them both in some twisted semblance of reality. "The thought of you ever not wanting me anymore, though," Klarion looked into Wally's eyes with desperation, "I feel like I'll go mad. I have trouble controlling my powers. They feed of suffering, and it's like one half of me just wants to keep you safe, but the other half just wants to break you!"
"You wouldn't." Wally wanted to run his hand through Klarion's still damp hair; to comfort him, but the twitch of his fingers reminded him of his broken hand with pain shooting up his arm. Klarion carefully took the injured hand in his like he was holding some small bird.
"Oh love, don't do this. Don't I hurt you enough already?" Wally watched as Klarion inspected his hand.
"Say that again."
"What?"
"What you just said, say it again. Please."
"The part about me hurting you?"
"No, what you called me."
"Love?"
"Yeah," Wally suddenly felt the exhaustion from his breakdown hit him, "I like that."
"Alright, sleep." Klarion pressed a chaste kiss to his Wally's forehead, "I'll have you fixed by the time you wake up."
If you have any suggestions feel free to tell me, I'll keep going till I either run out of ideas or time.
