DEF: Yeah, not even gonna try and explain this, cause I honestly can't.
Vita: We don't own YJ or Justice League:Doom, which was done during YJ's haitus created by the same people we're betting, just look at the designs.
"Ouch that stings!" he hissed while the doctor just gave an apologetic half smile and pulled another piece of his mutilated costume off his flesh. He rolled his eyes and turned to look over at Barry and Roy who were having the same problem, which was strange, his suit was designed by Dr. Palmer, a friend of Uncle Barry's.
The material was a special atomic mix that the two eggheads whipped up, the fabric couldn't wear out due to friction which equals heat which means something didn't add up. They'd tested the suits in explosions, in fires hotter than the one at the hospital and nothing, why was it stuck to his skin now? Unless he'd been going too fast?
There was a lock off point where the material just couldn't keep up, maybe they'd both reached it who knew cause he sure as hell didn't.
"So KF, how's things? Had any late nights recently?" Robin questioned pointedly, oh crap, the Gods that might or might not exist really hated him didn't they?
"Yeah, real long, can we talk later? As in when Dr. Dixon patches me up and dubs me fit to leave this place?" he muttered not that it would matter who heard, Barry already knew as did Roy and the doctors wouldn't be able to make heads or tails out of it. Still, there was a sense of privacy that he needed in muttering, so mutter he would until they got off his case.
"Fine, but we are going to talk and no running away 'cause Flash can catch you, no matter how fast you go fleetfeet," it came across jokingly but the warning was still there, only a Bat. He shrugged and made a show of fidgeting, he didn't really want to move, he was sleepy, guess killing a kid can do that to you.
"Whatever, so long as I can sleep after," he replied yawing without having to prompt himself which was good, he'd need all his abilities as an actor to fool all three of them. Barry he could handle easy, he'd been lying about Rudy for years, Roy and Dick would be harder, lots harder, they knew about Rudy to an extent which was more than he'd ever wanted them to know.
The ride back to Central was quiet, too quiet, in a car full of all guys, three being teenage heroes who'd just helped save an entire hospital full of people, well except one little girl. The blond speedster frowned, his grip on the wheel of his car tightening until his knuckles showed white, there was still something off about that that bothered him.
The girl, Angeline, he'd seen Wally hand her over to the fireman and on the way to the hospital Robin had said something about the fireman throwing the girl back inside the room. Granted they'd all been under stress over the whole thing with Wally and he shouldn't have let Robin and Red Arrow tag along and the fire could've distorted the facts a lot but still there was something strange.
He glanced in the mirror, Dick was sitting in his civies in the middle of Roy and Wally, he'd run to his house and gotten the car because one, Wally would run if he hadn't and Roy and Dick looked pooped. Too pooped to zeta to his house. Sure it was efficient but there was this weird sensation of having your molecules ripped apart, shoved through a telephone line and reassembled at another location, not all that strange for him but he'd heard t'was freakin' unpleasant.
He pulled into his garage smoothly and Hal thought he'd never relearn to drive without hitting a couple hundred pedestrians, pfft, more a couple hundred postboxes but hey, they couldn't all be perfect. He got out first, not even turning to make sure the boys followed him, they would have to eventually and he wasn't going to pressure them into anything.
Sure enough, as soon as he sat down on his favorite armchair with a few dozen hamburgers, he had to have enough for Wally too, he heard the sound of the car doors slamming. Dick trudged in first, followed by his red headed nephew who had his hands up in surrender and finally Roy who had a arrow pressed to said nephew's back.
Roy and Dick took the couch while Wally sat down on the white loveseat, the only one that was half lost in shadows, smart little bugger. The little brunet opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and shut it, opened it, thought, shut it again.
The four sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like hours to Barry but couldn't be more than twenty minutes still much to long for these three to be silent unless they were sleeping. He leant forward slightly, okay he'd ask, now what the hell should he ask?
Was there a book out there for talking to your teen speedster when he gets dosed with a toxin that shouldn't affect him and tries to take off the heads of his teammates from a covert younger gen superhero team? Well maybe Bats did, it'd be just like him to have something like that, as a contingency plan. He scowled rubbing at his wrist where not that long ago, in normal time at least, a bomb had been bolted through his wrist.
"Okay kid look."
"Right guys."
The two speedsters paused wondering who should speak first.
"You go fir-"
"It can wa-"
The pair frowned at each other, this wasn't going to work, one would have to give in first, and unfortunately, being the adult in the situation, he had to act responsibly.
"You first kid, I want to hear your side then we can work on it from there," he sighed leaning back against the plush leather, he could feel the headache coming on already. Maybe the pharmacy in Central was still open, he'd go and attack their asprin count.
He breathed quickly, okay, if he could make it here, he was going to Hollywood, no doubt.
"I know I screwed up, I dropped the ball when you needed me and now a kid is dead," he muttered dropping his eyes to the beige carpet, glancing up quickly to assess everyone's reactions. Rob, well Dick but he still considered him Rob, had turned away, seemingly interested in the fabric of the curtains. Roy was fidgeting slightly, Roy was a perfectionist, he didn't like, or want, to admit he'd made a mistake, even an indirect one like this.
Barry was starring at him, those clear crystal blues wide with something close to panic but also regret. Wally knew exactly was going through his head right now, how could he have not seen it? Wally was his nephew, his sidekick for God's sake! He should be working through the girl's death, not grilling him about something so stupid as teen angst!
He bit his lip until it bled to hide the macabre smile that threatened to grace his lips, oh Gods he was sadistic, a girl had died in his arms, his fault and he wanted to smile?
"Walls, it wasn't your fault, you were mad, how did you even hear about the fire anyway?" Rob questioned still not looking at him, he gave a mental shrug, of course he wasn't good enough for the mini Bat. The voice had helped him come to terms with it, now even the invasion of privacy was passé, he wasn't as good as the others so why put up pretenses?
"Megan told me, I wasn't that far from base yet and-and I feel really bad about that!" he added hastily, almost desperately, he fixed his features into something resembling almost shame, yes almost but not quite because it had been an invasion of privacy after all.
"I overreacted I almost took out Rob and Artemis, I, I'm so sorry I was just, I dunno, the nightmare it got to me!" he blurted out hysterically, Roy jumped slightly and Barry was half out his chair but Rob was eyeing him strangely, okay tamper down now Walls.
"I-I don't want to talk about it, can we just drop it? Please," he begged in the scared defenseless voice of a child, raising watery green orbs to them, fake tears, maybe, maybe not, he didn't even know anymore.
"Walls, you can talk to us about anything, you know that right?" Rob asked tentatively, he shook his head vibrating slightly, let them thing he was too distraught with the nightmare and Angeline's death to talk to them.
"Bodies, I saw so many dead blood stained bodies. You, and Roy, and Aunt Iris and mom and dad and the team and, and everyone I knew. Then the bodies, you guys were on fire laughing at me, you were saying it was my fault, singing it in this voice I hated," he whispered clenching his hands into fists.
He nearly choked from holding back the laughter that had built up in his chest, they were all so gullible! Barry was half out of his seat reaching for him, Roy was on his feet but Rob was resting an understanding hand on his shoulder. Oh Gods if only they knew, he was laughing at them behind their backs, the same way they undoubtedly laughed at him.
"Wally, calm down it was just a dream, a side effect of Scarecrow's enhanced toxin, it wasn't real. I'm sorry we didn't realize earlier," the brunet added in an undertone stooping so they were eye to eye, blue meeting green.
"Hey, not like I made it easy on you guys," he laughed humorlessly, was he crazy for wanting to grab that pretty white throat and squeezing until the boy lay limp in his arms?
"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it Kid Idiot. We're all at fault, you for not having the common sense to come to us with this problem of yours and us for not realizing you were neck deep in this crap," Roy stated simply darker green eyes blazing with anger. Did he mention Roy was perfectionist? That meant he also had a high standard for his friends, especially his best friends.
"I know Roy boy and I'm sorry, really I am but I think I'm better now. I guess the toxin just needed to run its course," he suggested with a shrug while the voice in his head busted a gut, that was rich, he was better now!
'Oh Walls! Do tell, do people who're better want to strangle their best friends? Do they want to shove a knife down their favorite uncle's throat until he stopped sprouting his bull?'
'Don't think so,' he replied with another shrug, he'd never admitted to being a normal person, he'd recreated a superhero experiment because his father beat the shit out of him. Well ha ha! Joke's on you Wallace, he still beats the shit out of you and like the sick little fuck you are, you take it happily without so much as a word of complaint!
"the antidote, I had a hunch," Rob finished explaining a light blush covering his high Romany cheekbones, hmm maybe he would learn Romani just to piss off the little bird.
"Dude, it's o.k. it worked and I'm fine now. Megan forgave me and Supey, Zatanna and Kal will too, don't much care about Artemis but are we good?" he questioned putting that just amount of uncertainty in his tone.
"Course KF, it'll take a lot more than some toxin to break us up," the brunet smirked and everyone was smiling again for their own little reasons. Barry because he hadn't had to intervene, he was just the heavy, if he'd tried to run, Barry would've caught him and dragged him back kicking and screaming.
Roy was the bad cop, he would bitch and shout and gripe like nothing else but he'd be there all the same to maintain some semblance of peace. He was just happy everything was back to normal, at least in his mind it was. Rob was the good cop, the concerned friend who was most likely beating himself up over the fact his best freakin friend had gone through what amounted to hell and he hadn't known. He was happy he had his best friend back and he was gonna try like hell to make up for this
But Wally's smile was probably the most genuine out of all of them. He'd fooled them all! He was in the clear to do as he pleased without fear of being found out!
'And small town boy makes it big. What's your next big movie going to be Wally? Maybe a horror, or better yet a tragedy where a young boy is abused and neglected to the point where he just can't take it anymore!
Sound familiar?'
DEF: I love my danna, she got the movie for me and the poster to go wid it so when I wake up the first thing I see are sexy Flasher and Bats!
Vita: Yeah yeah yeah, you love me, blah. Anyways, go check out Justice League:Doom and Justice League:Crisis on Two Earths, the designs of the JLA are the same as in YJ so yeah. At least we know they were doing something productive during the intermission not just sitting on their lazy asses.