Part 3: Unpredictable

Wally stood at the Wayne Manor front door for two minutes, debating whether or not to knock. Wally walked up to the door, lifted his fist to the door, then groaned. Wally lowered his fist and walked back, running his hand through his grey hair.

"Okay," Wally took a breath. He took a few more. "Okay. Okay! I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do it!" He walked back to the door, determined to knock this time.

Only for the door to open with Bruce revealing himself.

"WHOA!" Wally jumped back. "How long…"

"About five minutes," Bruce smiled.

Wally just frowned.

"Sorry. I needed to have some fun."

"I can bet." Wally shuffled on his feet a bit. "It's… really good to see you, Bruce."

"You, too, Wally." Bruce opened the door further. "Please."

"Thanks."

They walked toward the living room.

"Old place hasn't changed," Wally noted.

"Found no reason to," Bruce replied.

"Hey, I'm… really sorry about Alfred."

Bruce looked at Wally then nodded. "Thank you."

"Old dude was cool."

"Yes, he was."

They sat in the living room. "Did you know I'd be here?" Wally asked.

"Once the news about my condition became public," Bruce answered, "I figured I'd hear from voices I hadn't heard in a while. You were more on the uncertain side. Given our history, good and bad, you've always been unpredictable."

"Can't argue that."

"I heard you got married."

"Yeah," Wally smiled. "After a couple of good and bad relationships."

"You and Fire worked for a while," Bruce recalled.

"We did. No regrets there. Those three months I dated Giganta was weird."

"Your taste in women was always… different."

"Look who's talking!" Wally grinned.

"Touché," Bruce replied.

"Anyway, remember that news reporter when the Rogues jumped you, me, and Orion?"

"Linda Park." Bruce smiled. "I remember."

"That was a good day."

"It was."

"Well, we had twins," Wally continued.

"I heard that, too," Bruce replied. "Congratulations."

"Thanks. Superman kept you up to date?"

"He wouldn't not. No matter how much I told him I didn't care."

"Maybe he knew you actually did," Wally shrugged. "He always knew you better than the rest of us."

"That's not untrue," Bruce admitted.

"So, what about this new kid? Terry, right?"

"Yes."

"Think he can handle this without you?" Wally stopped, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry. That was… that-that was wildly…"

"It's fine, Wally," Bruce interrupted. "And… it won't be easy on him, that I know. But… Terry can handle it without me."

Wally studied Bruce, worriedly. "Superman told us how close you two are. I don't think he wants to handle this without you, Bats."

"As true as that is… he can."

"And you have a daughter?! Wow. That… that's… wow."

"Couldn't have it better myself," Bruce replied.

Wally sat back. He opened his mouth then just sighed. "What else can I do, Bruce? I just… wanna put the past behind us. I just want us to be friends again. I'm sorry I ever let… just some stuff you said make me… stop caring."

"It's my own fault, Wally," Bruce reassured. "And if anyone around here is sorry, it's me. I hope one day… you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the fool I was."

"I already do. I just… can we be friends? Again?"

"It won't be for long, unfortunately."

"I know. I'll take any time you've got."

Bruce smiled. "Tell me about your family."

"Only if you tell me about yours."

"Deal."

Wally grinned as wide as he could.