Voodoo Doll-Oneshot
Like always, it had started off as nothing. Batman had sent them on a mission to go and find this brand new villain on the block calling herself 'Miss Magic'. Wally had snorted at the unoriginal name which was ignored by his peers whilst Batman had instructed them to dodge her attacks seeing as magic was always a threat.
So why was Robin glaring down at him right now with a Kid Flash doll in his hand? Well, it was quite the story. A long, painful, slightly unrealistic, embarrassing story.
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The villain herself looked about as cliché a witch as one would find in a children's fantasy storybook. She was old, short, wore a ridiculous cloak and held a 'magic wand'. To say that she was an easy opponent to defeat was an understatement.
So here they were, walking around the woman's 'lair' and looking around for anything that the league could take into their custody.
"Voodoo dolls?" Artemis questioned, holding up a small, doll version of herself. "These villains get freakier and freakier everyday. Just look, she has a doll for each member of our team."
M'gann was inspecting her own doll along with a mini Superboy one and grinned. "These would be so cute if they weren't so dangerous!"
"They're pretty cute alright, but not as cute as you, babe," Wally winked, earning a small glare from Conner and a smack on the arm from Robin.
"Team," Kaldur started. "These dolls could be dangerous, should we contact Batman and inquire what we should do with them?"
"Stay whelmed, dude," Robin chirped from beside him. "No need to worry so much."
The Atlantean gazed at the thirteen year old hesitantly but nodded. "Then what must we do with them?"
"The League would probably keep them in a safe back at the Watchtower," Robin assured. "They're just tiny handmade dolls after all."
For the first time in his life (and little did he know), Robin was totally wrong.
"Let's go," Kaldur said to the other teenagers. "Batman is waiting for us."
The speedster let his other teammates walk out of the room before him. Spotting the small Robin doll from the corner of his eye, Wally bit his lip and grabbed the doll on his way out.
It was only a little 'voodoo' doll that was most likely a fake anyways. What was the worst that could happen?
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Robin was so not feeling the aster today, nope not one bit. First, the breakout at Arkham just after their mission with the team was taking its toll on his body. Second, it was finals week back at Gotham Academy and like he said earlier, fighting and arresting psychopathic criminals really did take away time for studying psychics.
Then out of nowhere, a tingling sensation flooded his entire body and he felt entirely numb. "What the Hell?" He exclaimed, his hand was freaking moving on it's own. It trailed up to reach for the hem of his shirt, tugging up the fabric and placing his hand on his flat abs, making him flush a light pink color.
"Wally West is the sexiest speedster alive," he blurted out, as if his mouth was moving all on it's own. He clamped his hand over his mouth to keep himself from saying anything that he would regret later on.
"Robin," Batman started, his eyes narrowing at his protégé. "What is the problem with you today? You're acting strange."
"I have no idea, Batman, I swear!" The thirteen year old exclaimed, his legs moving on their own and slipping him down into a perfect split with ease. "It's like I can't control my own body, like not at all!"
Batman's gaze hardened and the pieces formed in his mind. His body was moving on it's own? Yeah right. The only way that could happen was if someone used the-
Of course.
How could have he made this mistake?
In a quick motion, he began to stalk out of the Cave, his expression dead-serious and both his fists clutched. The sound of his heavy boots echoing throughout the Cave.
"Where are you going?" Robin yelled after his mentor, doing backflips around the Cave as if he were on a sugar-high.
"To the Cave, and I'm taking you with me," he grumbled, grabbing the thirteen year old by his torso and held him tightly, stalking off to the Zeta Tube.
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"Wally?" Robin questioned angrily, his 'bat-glare' at full force. "You used the voodoo doll, my voodoo doll?"
The red head gave him a sheepish half crooked grin and scratched the back of his head. "Woah, I didn't mean to do it...I just uh, it's kind of a long s-story and yeah."
"Wallace," Batman drawled out, his voice dripping with venom. "You better run."
Wally gulped nervously as he was stared down by the two angry bats, knowing full well that his super-speed wouldn't save his sorry-ass this time.
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This One-shot was requested by mrdbznatutofan. Prompts are currently closed.
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