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Crave You
Chapter Seven
Little Lion Man
Most monday mornings suck. They really do. You either get up too late, pick a pair of dirty underwear of off the floor and accidentally wear them, miss the cereal bowl by several inches and spill milk onto your kitchen counter, or is given a huge assignment due to the end of the week. Yep, mondays officially suck.
Wally loathe mondays- There's always some unforeseeable shit going down on mondays.
And as if on cue, this monday is no exception to this rule either.
To be fair, he didn't see it coming. Didn't even sense it until it hit him.
That first strike. It went straight to his cheekbone.
As he loses balance, the second strike knocks him down. He manages to catch the third punch thrown his way, clench his offenders fist within his palm, and stare wide eyed up into the dark blue gaze of Roy Harper. A narrow stare and a pursed mouth meets his sight, but before he can find any coherence in it, Roy wrestles his hand free, grabs onto his school uniform and drags him up against his locker. His head bangs onto the metal door with a loud clank, as Roy brings his face up against his own. Now, if Wally hadn't known Roy for so long, he wouldn't have been able to recognize the redhead: His clothes appear disheveled, his hair is a mess, and the frown on his face is far scarier than he the one he usually wear. Roy isn't composed in the least.
"Fuck you, West." Roy spits in his face. "Don't you know when enough is enough?!" He yells, as he pushes Wally back into the locker, before taking a step back and pointing onto his chest.
"If you have a problem with Grayson, why don't you take it out on me?" He sneers, provoking Wally to come at him.
"You talk shit behind people's back like a little bitch. You sure, you ain't the sissy here?"
Wally's nostrils flares. He squares his shoulders and clenches his fists.
"Who are you callin' a sissy?!" He yells, running forward and budding, head first, straight into Roy's older boy wheezes, grabs him around the torso and thrust a knee up into his abandoman.
"Khe!" Spit gurgles up into Wally's mouth and strangles him. He tries wrestling himself free of Roy's grasp, but the taller boy keeps jamming his knee up into his ribs and stomach.
Wally finally manages to get free by grabbing onto Roy's knee and twisting it.
The archer screams in agony as Wally sweep his feet away from under him. Soon they lay on the ground wrestling each other. Wally on top of Roy, throwing punches in every which direction, and Roy doing his best at warding them off, before wrenching a leg in between them and managing to throw Wally of off him.
Wally falls onto his back with a loud 'oof', but is quickly back on his hands and knees.
Both rise, not far apart, and stand to their full heights. Their eyes are locked and neither seem to blink.
Their clothes are torn, and bruises litter their faces whilst heavy panting leave them with nothing but the sound of desperate huffs for air. The hallway is incredible silent aside from that.
A large crowd has gathered around them, and you'd think people would be cheering for either of the boys, but the students around them are surprisingly still. As though time itself is standing still.
Wally has no idea what triggered Roy into attacking him, frankly he had been thinking the entire weekend how he could make it up to the redhead. But apparently, Roy isn't ready to talk just yet.
And to be honest, he isn't ready either. The burning sensation of his wounds, the searing silence, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but most of all that stubborn mind of his, just blocks out the rational Wally. The thinking Wally- The Wally West, who knows what's right and what's wrong.
And so, the thoughts in his head all clash together until he's left with a meltdown.
A meltdown that wipes away his conscience with a swift sweep.
Evidently, he has already lost Roy- he refuses to lose his pride as well.
He sprints towards the redhead, who catches onto him, throws him into the nearest wall, and then he ends up on the floor, where Roy continually kicks him in the hip. Wally grabs onto his foot, drags Roy onto the floor with him, jabs his knee up into his jaw and shouts:
"Want more, Harper?" He keeps jabbing his knee into Roy's jaw, as he yells:
"How 'bout I force those arrows of yours up your ass, since you're so fond of gays?!"
The crowd around them gasp loudly and soon banter begins spreading among them like wildfire.
Cheerleaders, mathletes, jocks, stoners, outcasts and lovers all align to watch them fight.
"It'll have the same effect!" Wally grunts as he keeps shoveling his knee into his best friends jaw.
Roy's jaw is bleeding heavily onto his pants, soaking them with his blood, as his own nose drips down onto his bottom-up and paint him like a field of roses.
Somewhere in between the jamming of his knee and Roy's jaw, the other redhead manages to grab onto his collar, and before he knows it, Roy has tucked him down by the neck and smashed his skull harshly into his own.
Inside his skull it rings with the loudest noise as his vision is shaken alongside his entire world.
Everything blackens for a second as firm arms claw onto his shoulders and pry the two boys of off each other. Wally is dragged away from Roy by three teachers, as Roy is equally being forced aside by their principle and a gathering of teachers.
Their eyes clash from across the room.
Roy's dark blue stare is narrow and filled with vehemence; a feeling Wally never thought would be reserved for him. His gut tightens and his throat clenches.
The world slows down as he watches Roy form a string of single syllables with that annoying sneer of his. A single string of words, which he didn't think would have such an impact on him.
"We're over."
It rings in his head. "We're over." Like an echo in the night.
"We're over- We're overWe're over."
Roy is bleeding badly from his jaw and mouth, and Wally thinks he should feel good about it, but instead he has this sinking feeling in his stomach, and for a second he can no longer feel the ground beneath him.
He gets a dizzying sensation in his head, closes his eyes for a moment, and empties his stomach out onto the shiny floor of their school hall. The firm grip on his arms is loosened up and the dragging stops. He is no longer taken to the principal's office. And that's the last he remember.
~0~0~0~
The harsh fluorescent light and flooding scent of cleaning supplies invades Wally's senses, causing his eyes to squeeze shut again and his nose to burn.
That is, until he feels a quick stinging from his bicep.
"Ow, what the hell!?" Wally whines, his other hand grasping the red, irritated skin where he'd been brutally slapped, his eyes flying open to see an angry Artemis sitting with her arms crossed on his right, an angry scowl on her tan face in what looked to be the nurse's office.
Kaldur is standing behind her, his hands resting on the back of her chair, Wally couldn't miss the disappointment swimming in those icy orbs, which he had to force himself from cringing at.
Obviously his fight with Roy didn't go very well, if he's lying on an uncomfortable and sterile bed with a pissed off Artemis by his side. Surely, it was only because Roy caught him by surprise.
Wally West was not weak. Neither physically nor in any other way.
"You little shit, what do you think you're doing with your life?" Artemis yells. "Why the hell were you fighting Roy? Roy, out of all people! He's your friend, you asshole!" Artemis is standing now, breathing heavily from all her shouting. "Ughh, you're unbelieveable!" She kicks his bed and the shaking that goes through its metal frames, shocks him a lot more than anticipated.
He sits up quickly, and stares at her confused, as she closes in on the bed.
"Roy has been there for you always, though I'm not sure why, with the way you've been acting lately- and this… this is how you repay him?" The blonde girl seethes, moving to tower over the redhead, as Wally shrinks back into the rock hard pillow, eyes wide and terrified.
Why did this all seem so familiar? Oh yeah, she'd just talked to him about his attitude at the pizza place and look, the inevitably happened, Wally disappointed her again. Big surprise...
But this time was different though… This time Kaldur was included.
Speaking of which, was being very silent and didn't even bother to restrain Artemis.
Kaldur is rather looking to be contemplating the situation with a small frown. And that's when Wally knew he royally fucked up. Kaldur was the voice of reason, the kindness among cruel existence, and thus, when the teen didn't say anything at all, Wally knew, he had given up on him.
Wally was lost to him. Wally was fucking lost.
Artemis huffs, slowly shakes her head as she reaches to her previous seat, picks up her backpack and pull the straps over her shoulders. Kaldur slowly walks towards the white curtain, holds it back for Artemis politely, as she stops in her tracks to give Wally a last long look.
"Don't bother sitting with us anymore," she says. "You're not welcome at our table, or anywhere near us." She snaps. Kaldur nods as she leaves with the final words: "You're not our Wally West."
Then, her and Kaldur are both gone, leaving him alone on a plastic covered bed, with only his thoughts, and the faint sound of someone vomiting behind the curtain on his left, to keep him company. This was just fantastic. This day was GREAT… Could it possibly get any better?
Wally let out a groan, turned over on the mattress, causing the plastic to squeak loudly as it rubs against his school issued kakis, making Wally's headache worsen. He really felt like he'd been through the ringer this morning.
Shit, when coach finds out, he'll be in even deeper trouble than he already is…
What if he was kicked from the team?
No track equals a loss of possible scholarship, and a downgrade on the school's social ladder...
Fuck everything, he'd lose tens! No one wanted to get with a loser, not even a good-looking loser!
He grunts displeased and closes his eyes...
He doesn't want to be a loser… he really doesn't.
~0~0~0~
He heard several people entering and leaving the room, but never once did any of them stop by his bedside. His stomach ached, he guessed he was hungry, but the clenching of his heart told him otherwise. He hadn't know how nice it felt to at least have friends come visit you, until now that he didn't. However, finally, at the end of the day someone did come to visit him.
It just wasn't who he had hoped for… far from it.
The woman by his side kept talking to him, but he didn't really pay her any attention. He just shut his eyes tighter, pretending to be deeply at sleep, and hoped she would soon go away...
"Mr. West! Are you even listening to me?"
Sure, Wally heard her the first time. He just didn't feel like speaking with the principle.
He kept his eyes firmly shut and didn't dare to crack either of them open to catch the smallest of peeks. He knew Mrs. Hol, she had quite the temper, and he didn't really want to experience it.
The principle stayed by his bedside for a long time, assessing him thoughtfully... but then she turned around and stomped out the room. At least Wally assumed she did as the clicking of her heels grew faint and the large doors, which closed soundly, led a breeze through the medical bay.
He sighed, drew a hand across his face and turned onto his other side-
only to face their principle standing by his bedside with her shoes in hand.
With her shining red lips, she smirked cruelly at him: "Good morning, Mr. West." She grit.
"Please accompany me to my office." She said.
Wally grew pale and gulped… shit, shit, shit... had he just been caught red-handed?
~0~0~0~
Roy is sitting by the window, which faces the school's parking lot. He's staring out into the distance, noticing how the many tiny vehicles looks like toy cars from up here.
But he's aware that they aren't. For they aren't playing. This is real. This is happening.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment to ward off the impending headache. Then he rests his head against the cool glass, enjoying the numbing sensation it provides him. His jaw is cracked open, sore from the many kicks it took, and stiff with the crusty shells of hardened blood. The entire left side of his face is littered with blue and black bruises, but luckily nothing needed stitches.
He feels a light clench of his hand, then crack an eye open.
Dinah is holding his hand. She is upset with him, but she senses that he isn't well, and can't refrain from comforting him. Normally Roy doesn't care much for affection, but Dinah is worried, and he can't help but feel guilty, so he let her hold his hand, and even squeezes hers a little.
Just to let her know that he cares, even though he rarely shows it.
The door goes up and in marches the red haired principle with her shoes in hand. She isn't very tall without them and Roy can't help but think she doesn't appear nearly as frightening without her 5 extra inches.
Or perhaps it's just because she's Dinah's good friend and not such a mystery any longer.
In tow comes Wally, his hands are deeply buried in his pockets and his head hangs lowly. His lips are pursed and he doesn't glance once at Roy. He just keeps facing forward, as he walks towards the third seat before Shayera's desk, plops directly down into it and crosses his arms.
From the place by her desk, Shayera glance up at him with fierce green eyes, before glancing back down at her papers. She clears her throat into her hand and shuffles the documents, as she part her lips to say: "Yes, so… Mr. West, it appears your guardian, Mr. Allen-"
But she doesn't get to finish her sentence, before the door goes up with a swift movement and in stumbles one Barry Allen, short of breath, with wind-swept hair and wrinkled clothing, possibly from wearing it underneath his lab coat all day.
"I'm sorry, I'm late! I received your voice-mail and came as quickly as I-..."
Barry grows silent, as he takes in the room.
He stares at Dinah, who tries to offer him a weak smile.
Then his shoulders sag, as he look at Roy, takes in the beaten state of his face, and glance onto Wally, who is guiltily slumped into his seat, yet equally wounded.
"Oh, Wally…" He says, his nephew a sight to behold.
Wally's shoulders tense and squares at the mention of his name… he had imagined Barry would be upset, yell at him, tell him he was all kinds of an idiot and make him apologize…
Not this… Not this tired sigh, like he didn't know what to do any longer.
Like Wally was a lost cause. Like he too would give up on him.
Wally finds it hard to sit still in his chair, as the walls of this washed out room close in on him. While his uncle takes up the seat beside him, his world shrinks onto the disappointed look on Barry's face. It becomes his whole world. That look. That frustration. He caused it. He did that.
The room seems too tiny for the tense atmosphere between them. The elephant in the room is way too large for them to not be speaking at all, yet Wally does not want his uncle to open his mouth. He does not want to hear Uncle Barry say what his face is so clearly expressing.
He wants to pretend they're just kids. That this is a game of pretend.
That the cars below them are toy trucks and Barry's frown is really a happy smile.
But then it dawns on him- reality comes crashing down, as Barry speaks the bitter truth:
"I am so sorry for this," His uncle says to the principle, shaking his head with a deep frown.
And it feels like a stab to the heart because Wally doesn't think Barry should be the one apologizing. Barry shouldn't be sorry because he is not to blame.
Barry is The perfect Uncle- The perfect Parent- The perfect Father.
Barry has never once let him down, he has always been there for him, always supported him, always taken care of him, always helped him… and this is how he repays him?
"I didn't think, he would ever do such a thing." He says again, burying his face in his hands.
And Wally wants to tell him he wouldn't, but he did- and he is realizing the measurement of it now, as his uncle is here, by his side, looking so very tired. So exasperated.
As though he is about to give up…
And Wally dreads it, but has to realize that he's the cause for it.
Mrs. Hol nods and glance towards Dinah. "I believe Mr. Harper and Mr. West has broken a long list of rules today." She says. "At this school we do not tolerate violence."
Barry glance up from his hands and nod. "Of course," he says with a sigh.
Wally wants to speak up, wants to say Roy started it all, but somehow the look on Barry's face tell him not to. He has never seen Barry this disappointed in him, and for the first time ever, he doesn't feel like being himself around his uncle. For the first time ever he'd wish he was someone else. Someone who didn't tire Barry, someone who lived up to his greatness.
Dinah nods and squeezes Roy's hand again. "Understood," she says. "Right, Roy?" She glances at the red head with an arched eyebrow. Roy slouches a little in his seat… "Right," he says.
Mrs. Hol nods and glances between them. "Very well." She says. "I've spent the majority of the day trying to convince the school board not to suspend, nor throw out, either boys." She says.
Wally stiffens in his seat, as Roy scoots up from his slouched position.
What is about to be said next could have very devastating impact on their lives.
"And we came to the conclusion that here at Gotham Academy, we find it utmost important that justice is served to those who break the rules." Shayera says. "And as justice is served in our community, it shall be served here as well." She stands up, goes to her window and watches the parking lot as student bodies rake by it.
"Luckily, for both Mr. Harper and Mr. West, today is not the day they will be expelled."
Simultaneously Roy and Wally seem to start breathing again.
Shayera smirks: "But you must be punished still, and so, accordingly we have chosen to assign you both to after school duties, rather than suspension."
Wally lets out a breath he doesn't know he has been holding. He was frightened this might be the end of his education, and quite certain Barry never would forgive him if it was.
"We see it fit that these young men turn their violent tendencies into creative outlet." Shayera finishes, absentmindedly leaning over her desk to take notes on some of her papers as she speaks, brushing her wavy hair over her shoulders.
Dinah furrows her brows in confusion. "What exactly do you have in mind?" She asks.
Her friend quirks up the corner of her mouth as she answers: "I've assigned both boys to help out at our School's Annual Musical." The amusement is clear on her face as she watches her crowd.
The room grows entirely silent.
Barry looks up from his hands, staring at the principle with an unreadable look on his face.
Roy stares at their principal like she has grown a second head… A musical? How could he be of any help? He sure as hell didn't know how to act, nor how to paint or anything else overly creative.
Wally furrows his brows and glances up at their principal…
"Seriously?" He asks. "Can't I get detention instead?" He says.
He whimpers as his uncle turn to him with a deep frown and say: "Be respectful, Wally."
Their principle leans back into her chair, nodding her head. "You could have been thrown out, and we both know very well your reputation at this school isn't very good right now."
She watches him with narrow eyes as she says: "Be grateful for what you have been given, kid."
Wally shuts his mouth with a sound click and glances down into his lap… "Right," he mumbles.
Shayera interlaces her fingers and stares at Wally over her joined hands.
"Do as your Uncle says, Mr. West." She says. "This is your very last straw, don't blow it."
Red seeps from Wally's neck up into his cheeks as he nods, still glaring intensely down into his own lap. Roy doesn't utter a single word, but he doesn't need to. The mood is already tense.
"Good then," Mrs. Hol says. "Rehearsals start on wednesday, you have to show up at the grand hall directly after school, where the instructor, musical manager, choreographer and backstage manager will meet you both. Remember, whoever you're assigned to is in charge of you, so listen to them carefully, otherwise you will face a suspension, or possible banning,"
She smiles lightly: "If you do good, however, extra credits might be assigned to you."
She gets up, smoothes down her black pencil skirt, walks to the door in her 5 inch shoes, opens it and gestures to the open area of the office, where her dark haired secretary is typing away at her own desk. "You may leave now." She says. As Dinah and Roy gets up and bid their farewell to the principle, uncle Barry stays behind for a little while.
When Wally and he are alone with the principle he finally stands, goes straight towards her, shakes her hand firmly and says: "Thank you so much, I know this was a close call."
She nods, her wildly fierce appearance seeming softer by her tone. "You're very welcome."
Wally walks towards the door with his head held low. "Yeah, thanks." He mumbles.
Uncle Barry attempts to smile at Shayera as she says, "Have fun, Wally."
Yeah right, that's a good one, Wally internally groans as he tries to avoid further conversation to just get out of this office and safely into his precious car.
While the redhead cringes at the idea, Shayera calls after him with another red lipped quirk:
"It's not nearly as bad as you think."
~0~0~0~
"Room 606-" Wally reads out loud.
He has never heard of room 606. He thought they were supposed to meet at the grand hall.
What was this shit? A scam?
He roamed the halls for about 20 minutes in desperate search for just the beginning of the 600-classrooms, but he just couldn't seem to find it.
Wherever this mystery room was it sure as hell wasn't at this school.
He sighed, sat down at one of the stone steps in the foyer, and ran a hand through his messy hair.
He was lost… at his own school. How could he get lost in a place so familiar?
It felt like a poor metaphor for his life at the moment.
He sighed, glanced down onto his sneakers and caught onto his reflection in the floor. Which was really just a huge, shadowy glop. He trouted his mouth and sighed out through the nose.
Wally the glop… sure sounded better than Wally the flop.
Then his ears picked up on the gleeful sound of girl's laughter. The school halls were all emptied out by now, so the jolly noise reached his ears quite clearly.
He snapped his head up and stared in every direction.
Where had it come from? Could this possibly be coming from the mysterious room 606?
He got up, and as if on cue, a large door opened up and a flop of brown hair stuck out.
"Hey-" The person said. Wally just stood there, staring flabbergasted.
"Hey, you!" The person said a little louder, Wally snapped out of his trance and pointed at himself. He felt a little silly and very stupid doing so, for the person talking to him clearly rolled their eyes and waved him over. "Yeah you, come over here." The brown haired man said.
Wally stuck both hands deeply into his pockets, slouched a little and walked towards this suspicious type… "Uhm, yes?" He asked, stopping right before the man.
By now he could recognize the brunette as one of his former teachers.
The guy greeted him with a nod and smirked. "So, Mr. West, what are you doing out there?" He asked. "C'mon in, take a seat!" He said, opening the door further for Wally to walk in.
Wally furrowed his brows- Wha- Oh…. OHHH… this was room 606?
The teacher opened the door to reveal a large gathering of students. Wally hadn't expected this many to show up, and thus he wasn't quite sure what to do of this newfound information.
The brunette before him laughed lightly. "Whaddup, couldn't you find us?" He asked.
Wally blushed lightly and shrugged. "I didn't know room 606 laid among the 900…" he mumbled.
Then Mr. Jordan before him began howling with laughter, startling the room to be quiet. The music teacher patted Wally heavily on the back as he kept laughing. He wiped at the tears at the corner of his eyes as he choked back on some words.
"Wow, really? Did you ever think of turning the note upside down?"
Wally felt the heat rise from his neck up till his ears…
Fuck that sure as hell was embarrassing!
He pulled at his collar to hide his face from the crowd… Way too go West… he thought.
Mr. Jordan just kept chuckling to himself, as he grabbed a hold of Wally's one shoulder. He guided him towards the back and placed him among a group of freshmen Wally didn't know.
"Here, just sit and listen." He said, smiling warmly.
Wally nodded. He actually really liked Mr. Jordan… when he wasn't laughing at him.
He remembered how he has loved Musical Education, when he was younger. Mr. Jordan had been a really good teacher and the fact that he knew Barry personally was just another bonus.
Mr. Jordan had always been very carefree, straight up fun and relaxing to be around.
Wally wondered why he hadn't been at their house for ages…
As he mused, most of the lights went out, except the lights at the front of the room, where a tiny stage was to be found. The hall quickly went quiet as a teacher entered the stage.
"Hello, students." Spoke one of their P.E. teachers. Her name was Mrs. Prince, but she was the sweet kind of teacher who preferred when her student called her by her first name, Diana.
"I'll be your choreographer again this year, and I'll be working alongside your choir master and bandleader Mr. Jordan." Wally glanced up at her a little surprised. Sure, they gave her the nickname Wonder Woman because she could do pretty much anything involving sports, but dance..? He hadn't known her abilities extended that far. That Mr. Jordan was managing the musical attributes wasn't really any surprise at all, but the next he heard of was a huge surprise.
"Furthermore we have been lucky that one of our top students has volunteered as backstage manager again this year," Diana spoke, sounding as nice as ever.
Now Wally couldn't see who this guy was for the crowd of peering heads, but he was guessing it was some lameass nerd. He heard someone say Rasmus and immediately thought; loser.
"Finally, this year we introduce Mr. Arthur Curry as our instructor," Diana said, sounding very excited. "And Mr. Curry will now be revealing which Musical we will be playing." She said.
Loud bander erupted into the hall. Excited snicker and heated whispers filled the ocean of curious teenagers, who all did their best two peer above one another.
Wally didn't really mind to get out of his seat.
Arthur Curry walked to the front of the scene; he was a huge muscled guy with bleach blonde hair, who was wearing an orange shirt and awkwardly green pants. The brute spoke in a foreign accent, proudly and authoritative as he pointed towards the big screen behind him: "Beware! This year we will be playing a great musical, one of the best. A musical very unlike all the rest!"
He clicked the remote control in his hand and made a wild arm movement as he yelled.
"Atlantis!" The crowd aww'ed as colorful pictures strew across the screen.
"The greatest musical of all time shall be played here at Gotham Academy!" The blonde man proudly announced to the cheering crowd. "A true masterpiece!"
Wally was surprised at the enthusiasm in the crowd, as he watched his fellow students scramble to their feet, before the man was done talking.
"Thank you," he said dramatically… "Thank you," he whispered.
"Now sign up for auditions and posts at the blackboard." He dropped the microphone.
~0~0~0~
Wally sat back as the room slowly emptied, while the gathering of students finally thinned out, he made his way towards the blackboard. Did he get to decide where he should be by himself?
That was almost too easy-
He reached for the pen hanging by a string beside the colorful paper charts.
That was until he noticed his name on one of the charts, written in bold, cursive letters with a bright red marker. He sighed… guess he wasn't that lucky after all.
"BACKSTAGE & SETTINGS," it read.
He notified the classroom, then slung his backpack over his shoulder and went towards it.
Might as well get started, he thought. Since there wasn't no going around it.
~0~0~0~
He opened the door to room 912, peeked in curiously and was surprised at the amount of people in there. People he had never seen, or only noticed recently at school, filled the classroom to the brim of it. At the back he noticed Roy, his annoyingly bright hair stuck out like stains on paper.
He sighed, slid into the room and searched for a seat.
Problem was, he couldn't fucking find one! At last he had to sit beside Roy, luckily not entirely beside him, there was an empty seat between them… but the tension was thick.
He grit his teeth… he didn't want to be near this bastard right now.
As the minutes went by, he stared towards his other side-mate who was busily taking notes.
"Err, hi…" He said. The guy glanced up at him briefly and shrugged.
Wally frowned and folded his arms. "Where's the teacher, dude?" He asked a little harshly.
"Right there," the student said, nodding towards the door absentmindedly.
It was wide open, revealing a slender, lean young man, with raven hair and shiny blue eyes with a dangerously bright smile to match. "Hello, class. I'm the backstage manager," he spoke.
"I'm sure some of you remember me from last year, to those of you who are new, welcome to, I think you will find it very enlightening to participate in this years musical." He grinned.
The class cheered and raised their hands for questions as the acrobat smiled charmingly at every single one of them. Clearly he had already peaked their interest.
"Yes," he said and entered his place by the blackboard. He pointed towards a freshman.
"How may I help you?" He asked.
The freshman smiled shyly and twirled her hair around a finger. "H-how should I address you?" She asked. Her friend beside her giggled loudly among a clutter of girls, and in return the freshman's face turned beet red. She clutched her book to her chest a hiccuped nervously.
Dick cocked a hip to the side and grinned deviously.
"You may call me, Mr. Grayson." He said.
And that's when it dawned on Wally, he had been put directly into the Lion's den.
So... I bet you guys weren't expecting that huh!? HAHAHA, turn of events! Yes, yes, we know we're evil. ;)
We finally got to see Artemis and Kaldur again! And the lovely Uncle Barry, as well as Black Canary and her BFF, Hawkgirl!
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