MUAHAHAHA I'M BACK! JK DON'T OWN JL OR PLOT.

Rick leaned back on the couch and let the smoke swirl around him,

"Hey Rick. Watch out man, too much and you won't be able to handle the League." Rich tossed a pillow,

"Handle the League?" Rick laughed, "I've fucked with their little boy Wally." The man next to Rick shifted.

"The punk? Damn Rick, you're playin' with fire." Rick placed the joint in his mouth,

"I know. And I'm gonna keep on doin' it."

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Wally ran the last few blocks home. He was shaky and stumbling. He tripped over his unlaced Converse and an older man grabbed him to stop his fall,

"You ok, son?" Wally yelled and swung his fist up,

"Get the hell away from me!" He screamed at the man,

"Damn kids with their MTV." He muttered, letting Wally go and pushing him away.

Wally growled and picked up his lost paced.

He hoped John wasn't home yet but then again he prayed that he was.

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Wally shuffled for his key and stuck it in the lock. Not even thinking about the fact that the door was never normally locked. He let the door slid open and heard an odd sort of grunting noise from the bedroom.

Without a word he dropped off his coat and went into the hallway closet, pulling out a small wooden bat.

He heard another voice, this one higher, cry out.

He kept going towards the closed door and brought the bat up. Without thinking further, he slammed his foot into the door and forced it up.

Three things happened at once.

Wally rushed into the room and dropped his bat.

John rolled off the bed in surprise, revealing a naked Shayera from under him.

Shayera grabbed a pillow and sent it sailing at Wally.

"Shit! John! Shay….I…OOOF!" The pillow hit him and he stepped back, still stammering and ran out of the room.

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Fifteen minutes later Wally was sitting on the couch, curled up in his clothes, sleeping soundly. John walked out of their shared rooms and pulled on his tank top,

"Kid?" he shook Wally's shoulder, "Wally, wake up." Wally snorted and sat up with a gasp,

"Huh?" John looked at him,

"You okay? I thought you were at the party…"

"I was." Wally shifted the kinks out of his neck and John could see the faint beginnings of a hickey,

"You had some fun?" Wally placed a hand on his neck and glanced back into the room, where Shayera was either now sleeping…or cursing Wally's name.

"Sorry 'bout that John." John patted him on the back,

"Don't worry about it. If you had come ten minutes earlier I would have been pissed."

"Yeah…too much info." John noticed that Wally seemed tense,

"You ok?" He asked again. Wally nodded.

"Yeah. I—"

"John?" Shayera walked out of the room with her hair tousled and wearing an old Dolphins jersey, "Hey Wally." She gave him a small glare then lightened up,

"We gonna head to my place?"

Wally wrinkled his forehead,

"You guys are really, really hor—" John slapped his hand over Wally's mouth and checked the clock on the V.C.R., it read 1:00 am.

"Sure. You ok with that Wally?" Wally wanted to say no but he could tell that John would only get worried so he nodded,

"No problem. As long as we got food." John grinned and he and Shayera left fifteen minutes later.

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Clark called Wally at 7 am and woke the teen from a deep slumber,

"M'hello?"

"Wally? Is John there?"

"Nah…at Shay's." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What's up?"

"We're meeting at Molly's at noon. Be there." Without another word, he ended the call.

Wally blinked a few times. And shrugged, noon it was.