Melancholy's Sunshine: I love that story it's so cute. I wish there were more Wally stories though I think I've read just about everyone.

Miu1: Yep, he's still got groveling to do though.

This chapter is a filler chapter, which is why it's so short.


Bruce Wayne didn't like Wally West. He didn't like him not one bit. Pitying the boy didn't make him like him anymore. Talking about his past seemed to lift his spirits for the worse. The boy was loud and obnoxious not to mention a bad influence on his son.

He ate all the food in the house, made a mess everywhere, got Dick caught up in all his stupid shenanigans.

No, Bruce Wayne did not like Wally West. Not one bit and nothing would change that.


"You are not to be seen or heard. Got it?" Bruce Wayne hissed.

Dick tugged on his jacket, his thumb in his mouth "Bruce why can't Wally show up? You can adopt him like you did me!"

"Sorry Dick that isn't happening." He muttered ignoring the pout he was given.

"Alfred will bring you up a platter of food every hour. Stay out of sight."

Wally grumbled crossing his arms and pouting, something Bruce Wayne had to look away at. It had taken some time to get use to Dick's puppy eye look and it'd definitely take some time to get use to Wally's.

Walking up to them, Alfred held out a hand to Wally, "Come along now Master Wallace."

"It's Wally." He muttered, grasping the hand.

"What do you say we watch a movie Master Wallace?"

"Ooh can it be The Little Mermaid; she has red hair just like me!"

"I believe that can be arranged."


Bruce Wayne was throwing a charity ball that started in ten minutes. The press and celebrities were a given to show up and he couldn't risk Wally running around. The press threw a field day when they heard about Dick and he didn't want the same happening to Wally.

"Anyway I told her..."

Bruce Wayne nodded along feigning interest in what the woman was saying, what was her name again? He took a quick glance around the room and spotted Dick in a corner watching the proceeds go down.

Cutting the woman off he walked away, "I'll be right back."


"I don't see why he adopted the little tike anyway." A snobby voice said.

Bruce Wayne looked up to see Sophia Starr, talking to Camille Carson and scowled.

"I know. Can you imagine having a kid, one from the circus no less?"

"If you ask me he should've left him there. Obviously Bruce only adopted him to make himself look good. Who would want a circus freak?"

'Shit.' Bruce walked toward them ready to put stop to their conversation.

"I'm sure his parents would want him."

"Yeah if they weren't dead."

Bruce snarled as he watched Dick run out the having heard the whole thing oblivious to the women.

If he were a lesser man he would have crushed their pretty little skulls into the wall. (1)

Before he could reach them a red blur did instead and he quickened his pace trying to get through the crowd.

Pointing a finger at the socialites Wally glared, "Who do you guys think you are? How dare you talk about Dick that way? He's the most awesome bestest, coolest friend and you're just a couple of witches."

So maybe Bruce Wayne liked Wally West a little bit.

The whole room gasped as the press pulled out there cameras and begin recording.

"Does it make you feel good to know you made a little boy cry? You should feel ashamed of yourselves. You're both just mad cause now that Mr. Bruce has adopted Dick he won't have time for you. All you guys want is his money. You're nothing but a couple of gold digging tramps!"

Scratch that he liked Wally West a whole lot more.

Sophia Starr reached out to slap the boy but a hand caught her wrist and she looked up to see a scowling Bruce Wayne.

"I think it's time you and your friend left."

"Bruce can you believe what he said to us?" Camille pouted unsuccessfully he might add.

"Yes, and I couldn't have said it better myself though I would've changed the W in witches to a B." He finished escorting them out; when he came back Wally was gone.

Bruce frowned as everyone left, he had been trying to get back footage of Wally but he was sure he missed some.

Walking up to Dick's room he made to open the door but stopped hearing voices inside, cracking the door opening he looked inside.

"What if they were right? What if Bruce really adopted me just to make himself look good?"

The man in question clenched his hand, he'd had only adopted a few months ago and the boy had finally got used to living here and now all that work had just went down the drain.

"Dick, Bruce loves you. You're his son and you know that."

"But we're not even related by blood."

"Sometimes blood isn't always thicker than water. My parents didn't want me and my aunt didn't want me and we were all related by blood. Family isn't about being related it's about the people you let in your heart. The people who care and love you. For you it's Bruce and Alfred."

"What about you?"

"I'm all alone. The only family I had died."

"Well now you have me and Alfred. Bruce will come around too."

"Thanks Dick."

"Ha-ha, st-op i-it!"

"Are you ticklish Wally?"

"Course not."

Bruce rolled his eyes and closed the door as the laughter started and turned to see Alfred standing there with a small smile on his face.

"They're good for each other wouldn't you say so Master Bruce?"

Checking on the boys later that evening Bruce found them fast asleep in bed. Wally was curled in fetal position as if trying to protect his self, while Dick curled up towards Wally taking one of his arms as if trying to protect him also.

Maybe Bruce Wayne didn't hate Wally after all. Hidden under his loudness and obnoxiousness, was a shy, insecure, little boy who was loyal to a fault. Wally wore a mask much like his own except he didn't know it yet.

Wally West wasn't that bad and Bruce Wayne would always deny having any type of affection toward the boy even if he did start to think of him as another son.


Wally had once believed in magic and hope and love.

I'm too tired to listen
I'm too old to believe

He had prayed and pleaded when his dad would beat him or when his mom insulted him. He would pray that one day they'd realize what they were doing was wrong and that they'd become a happy family. Like the ones on TV...instead he got thrown down the stairs, and hospitalized for a month.

All these childish stories
There is no such thing as faith

Wally would cross his fingers, and wish upon stars and hope that maybe one day The Flash would save him from this horrible life. Instead he was rejected, and cast away The Flash wouldn't be saving him anytime soon.

And trust and pixie dust

He had hoped that he would make new friends. People that would like his red hair and freckles and appreciate his genius. Instead he got called a soulless freak, was beaten up every day and forced to do other kid's homework.

I try
But it's so hard to believe

That's when he started to disbelieve. Science was a way out; science was in the medicine that healed him after beatings. Science was what made him as fast as The Flash. Science is what gave him a sense of comfort a way to cope with the lack of magic in the world.

I try
But I can't see what you see

When he met Anita he believed in magic. In hope. In love. In faith, trust, and pixie dust. Anita was the light in his dark room. She got brighter and brighter every day until she made the whole room light. There was no longer any dark, only shadows but those couldn't be helped. Then one day the light went out and never turned back on. The once bright white room became dark and covered with blood.

I try, I try, I try...

There was no such thing as faith and trust and pixie dust. Magic was a lie, God, Buddha, he prayed to them all hoping for a way out he never got one...until now.

My whole world is changing
I don't know where to turn

Now he was with Dick, Bruce, and Alfred and it was wonderful. He got to eat when he was hungry, Alfred was a wonderful cook, and Bruce helped him with his powers. He helps him control the little bit of magic that runs through his veins thanks to Cadmus. He doesn't like it, all it does is remind of the times were he hoped for magic and safety and was left to rot. He got to play games with Dick all day. Bruce was even thinking of enrolling Dick and him in the same school.

I can't leave you waiting
But I can't stay and watch this city burn

As he stayed with them Wally started to think, that just maybe, just maybe magic did exist. That hope, dreams and wishes, that they were all true, turns out they weren't.

Watch it burn

Listening to Bruce and Barry argue brought shivers down his spine he didn't want to live with Barry.

Cause I try
But it's so hard to believe

A video of him telling off the socialites went viral. All over the internet and even on TV. When Barry had realized that had been his nephew he'd been adamant about taking him back. He wanted a second chance, but Bruce wasn't having it.

I try
But I can't see where you see

Wally didn't know what to do, he didn't want to leave Bruce, but living with Barry was out of the question. So he did the only thing he could do. The only thing he knows how too. The only thing he's good at...

I try, I try

He runs...


I found it incredibly stupid how they made Wally not believe in magic like I get it he's a science guy but come in you have an alien, an Atlantian, and a clone on your team! So I gave him a reason for not believing in magic.

Did you know the writers of the Justice League animated series once stated that they downplay The Flash which was Wally on that show on purpose because he's extremely powerful and could kill everybody without trying? His powers are endless. Ha! Take that Batman!

1. That line is from a batflash fic called Better by Tati or Tasti

2. Song from Peter Pan 2