A/N: This one's based on the latest episode, Denial. I figured since Kent Nelson could use magic without the helmet, others could, contains more of Wally's thoughts than action or dialogue- hope that's okay. I mean, I would be pretty freaked out, too. The quotes at the bottom are from the end of the episode.
Disclaimer: Same one as before. You get it.
Summary: He can't even complain about it, because that would be acknowledging its existence.
Not that he would ever, ever, ever even dare to think about mentioning this to anyone…
But magic sucked.
He still denied its existence to everyone and anyone who wasn't a cute girl, including himself, most of the time. Come on, he was Kid Flash. He was a living science experiment. There's no way he could possibly support magic. He'd barely mentioned anything about the whole Dr. Fate fiasco to Uncle Barry, who backed off because Wally had managed to convince him that he was pretty traumatized about Kent Nelson dying in his arms. And for the most part, people didn't ask.
He was probably the worst science experiment ever conducted. Seriously, a middle schooler could point out all the faults. One trial. No control group. Little to no constants. Now he was slightly magic, too.
Oh, yeah. That was a secret he also planned on taking to the grave. Don't tell. Although, it did explain a lot about how Mr. Nelson had learned his magic.
Like, now he could tell when something was really magic or just advanced science. Somewhere inside him, he could sense it. Often he bluffed his way through explaining it with science, pretending he didn't know, pretending it didn't exist. Things were easier when magic didn't exist. However, now it did, and he knew when it was around. It followed him everywhere, even when it was alone.
After all, you couldn't escape your own mind.
It was yesterday, in his room back in Central City. He knew Robin wouldn't appreciate him borrowing his practice Robinrangs or Batarangs or whatever they were called, but he just wanted to see what they were like. It's not as if they were dangerous or anything. Their edges were rounded, so they wouldn't pierce walls and explode like Robin's real ones did.
However, maybe because of that, he'd also forgotten the whole "boomerang" part of them. When he'd tossed it lightly into the air, looked down to pick up the other one, and back up to see how far it had gone, he seriously hadn't expected to see a black and red nightmare whizzing for his eyes. He'd had enough time to think oh, crap, and throw an arm to shield his face super quick, wondering how bad the bruise would be.
He hadn't expected a golden ankh to appear from his hand and act as a shield from the weapon, sending it clattering to the floor.
Crappity crap crap.
He swore to himself that he would never, ever, ever let that happen ever again, promptly ranted at Dr. Fate in his mind because he was not Nabu's new host body, no matter what the helmet thought. Just because he was its keeper does not mean that he would be using it. Besides, Uncle Barry would be so disappointed if his nephew went from Kid Flash to Kid Fate.
"The boy's soul belongs to the world of science, not sorcery."
So no.
"The boy will take the helmet and make sure you're put to good use."
"Yeah, I swear!"
Magic was stupid.
He probably should spend his time worrying about the more immediate problem. Robin would be on a killing rampage when he figured out his batarangs were missing.