I have no internet. I updated this from a friends house. I am hoping to have internet in the new year!
Barry and Roscoe/The Top are dicks in this
I still love you guys. Merry Christmas.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Wally tugged loosely at the shirt collar around his neck.
Hartley's clothes, while being the size Wally wore, were not the style he preferred. Wally loved jeans and t-shirts and sweats and hoodies, sharp contrast to the brown turtleneck sweater and black slacks he wore now. Worse yet, Hartley wore a size 12 shoe and Wally a 15.
James's pink non-weapon DC's were his only option.
"You know what your getting, right?" Hartley asked James.
"Enrollment forms!" James declared proudly.
"Yes. For?"
"Owen!"
"Good. Now, better be quick or you'll be late," Hartley sighed and James ran off in the direction of the grade school.
"I believe in him," Wally laughed as James turned a cartwheel.
"Let's just hope he- HEY! Hey! Get off of him!" Hartley yelled running quickly up to the grade school.
A SWAT team surrounded the cul-de-sac where the three schools met. James was pinned to the ground by an officer, and defiantly resisting arrest.
A man pointed a gun strait at Hartley's chest and shouted, "Ground!"
Hartley reluctantly dropped his band flute and put his hands in the air and dropped to his knees.
"Are you Wallace Rudolph West?" The officer asked, indicating Wally.
"Wallace Rudolph?" James snickered.
"Yes," Wally gritted out.
"Are you harmed?" asked the officer.
"I'm fine! Leave them alone, I just slept over at their house for Christ sake!" Wally snapped irritably as a woman put cuffs on Hartley.
"Are you willing to testify that?" She asked.
"This is so stupid! Where's my uncle? Did he call you?"
"CSI Barry Allen told police that you had been abducted from your home by The Trickster and The Pied Piper yesterday afternoon,"
"Well he was wrong," Wally lied.
As if on queue, Barry and Iris emerged from a SWAT van and ran to him.
"Oh Wally! Thank God you're okay," Iris said, mascara streaks on her face, as she hugged him.
"What happened?" Barry demanded from behind his wife.
"I was just pissed. I went to hang out with Jay and Hart. They're my friends you know," Wally snapped.
Sure he was super lying, but what else was new.
"Why did you not call?" Iris cried, pressing kisses to his temple.
"I already told you, I was pissed,"
"Watch your tone and your language for that matter," Barry scolded.
"Can you just let them go? They literally did nothing wrong," Wally sighed, gesturing to James and Hartley who were laying on the ground in hand cuffs.
"No. Both Piper and Trickster were involved in a disturbance two nights ago, violating their parole" An officer answered, pulling James to his feet as another officer pulled up Hartley.
"Juvie again," James groaned, throwing his head back.
"No, you two are on standby to be transferred to Iron Heights," James office said.
"What!? We're both under 18!" Hartley cried, struggling hard in his hand cuffs.
"And being tried as adults via the request of The Flash himself," Hartley's officer snarked.
"We're going to jail? Hart! What do we do?" James exclaimed.
"You have the right to remain silent, if you give up this right anything you say-" James officer started rambling as both boys were lead to a iron truck and hoisted into the back.
As soon as all of the police were gone, Wally turned hatefully to his uncle and spat, "What the Hell did you do!?"
"What needed to be done! Juvie's not working Wally. Those boys are on the fast track to becoming full blown supervillians. They need to see what consequences their actions warrant," Barry explained evenly.
"James is 15 and has the mind of a 9 year old. How the fuck do you think prison will help him!?" Wally shouted, shoving at his uncles chest.
"Hartley and James think that this is all something that they can walk away from one day, no consequences. That is just not true. Those two have been in and broken out of a juvenile detention center more than a dozen times. They have helped to steal almost a million dollars in cash. They both know what they are doing. Any normal child their age would be tried as an adult,"
"You just did this to get back at me!" Wally growled.
"I'm doing it for two children who need to be given a lesson in consequences,"
"I'm leaving," Wally declared angrily.
"Not so fast young man. You are grounded," Barry declared, grabbing Wally by the arm.
"Oh, yeah, and just how are you going to stop me from leaving?"
(..)(..)
James just hated the grey prison uniform. He really had expected it to be orange like it was on all the movies, and James just loved orange.
Prison, however, was not anything like he expected it to be at all.
He had envisioned fights, drugs, and extremely corrupt personnel. He and Piper were young, easy targets, and even James could see it.
They were also Rogues.
The Rogues were top of the food chain in Iron Heights and no one dared to even look at them the wrong way for fear of repercussions.
James and Hartley were completely safe.
There was only one real thing they had to suffer through while awaiting prison break...
"-And he broke that drunken idiot Boomerang and Mirror Master out last week!" Roscoe Dillon, The Top, exclaimed angrily from across the cafeteria table.
"I think Len just probably forgot that you're in here Ross. You and Lisa were fighting right?" James asked. He secretly knew that Len and the guys just hated Top and would leave him in the stir until they desperately needed him.
"You have a decent point. Lisa and I were in an altercation. Perhaps you two will remind Cold that I, a valued member of The Rogues, am still incarcerated in this hellacious place when they come to retrieve the two of you,"
"Yeah, Roscoe, we'll be sure to relay the message," Hartley murmured, shoving a spoon full of what was probably suppose to be mac n cheese in his mouth.
"Yeah, we sure will," James snickered.
"I appreciate it," Top said haughtily, stirring his apple sauce? Was it apple sauce? Ewwe.
Since arriving at The Heights three days ago all James could think of was being let free. He was to little to be in prison, but no matter how many times he said it, they would not send him to Keystone Behavioral Correction Academy.
"Are you really for sure that Len knows they didn't take us to KBCA?" James asked Piper quietly.
"Yes, James, I am po-"
"That fool Cold barley knows where his own head is. It would not surprise me in the least if that idiot was completely oblivious to your exact location. If you ask me, The Rogues need a new leader," Roscoe said.
"Len's a good leader!" James argued, glaring at Roscoe.
"The Rogues do not like you, let alone respect you enough to follow you," Piper snapped.
"I am plenty respected among my peers, Boy, and it would be in your best interest to watch your maw," Top growled out hatefully.
"What does maw mean?" James asked.
"Mouth," Hartley replied.
"That's a stupid word. And Piper's right. Dig and Mick both say about how they don't like you all the time. Len and Sam and Mark too.
They all say that you've got a stick up your ass," James laughed.
Roscoe hopped to his feet angrily, pushing the table into both boys hard, "You watch the way you speak to me you retard!"
Hartley jumped up too, fire in his eyes, and spat, "Don't you dare call him that! He's smarter than you'll ever be for sure!"
"DO. NOT. Challenge my inelegance again you faggot!" Roscoe roared, reaching across the table to push Piper to the ground.
James got up immediately, getting in Top's face and spitting, "Don't call Piper that bad word! Everyone says all the time about how you're probably one, so don't call him that!"
James was 5'6, short for his age, and built to tumble, not fist fight.
Not much of a fight, honestly.
(..)(..)
"And just what is that?" Wally snapped, eyeing the device in his uncles hand with distaste.
"It's to neutralize your metahuman abilities. I can't have you running off to join supervillains every time we get in a fight, Wally. We love you. The Rogues are not harmless, not by any means, and they will hurt you if it comes down to it. Alright?"
"You're putting me under literal house arrest!?" Wally roared, backing away from Barry.
"Just for a week," Barry said appoligetically.
"I hate this. Trust me when I say that this is far from the worst thing I've ever done," Wally said, hands shaking.
"I'm sorry, Wally. Really, I am,"
(..)(..)
"Dang. Looks like Mom wasn't kidding," Jesse whistled, jumping over the back of the couch and landing gracefully beside Wally.
"This is so damn stupid," Wally spat, glaring at the bracelet around his ankle.
"Yeah, that's what I said too. I was pretty impressed though, you handled Inertia like a champ. Next Saturday me and my dad are gonna train out in New Mexico. You wanna come with? Just to see what it's like?" Jesse asked, pushing Wally's shoulder playfully.
Train with the Quick's? That could potentially piss Barry off.
"Yeah, alright,"
"Really! Oh shit, I can't believe it! We are going to be the OG superheroes. Wait and see, it'll be, like, a blast,"
"Yeah," Wally smiled. Jesse had that effect on him sometimes. She was like his dorky sister, the only person in his family he was really bonding with.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" She asked.
"Yeah, actually. I have to hang out with some of Barry's friends lame kids. I'd rather hang with James and Hartley but they're in, you know, prison," Wally said bitterly.
"I know. Lunch table was kinda empty last few days," Jesse frowned.
"Yeah,"
"You know Barry really thinks that all this will help you in the long run, right?" She said, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.
"It won't, Jes. It just ain't in me to be goody two shoes. Jay and Hart will get out and we'll all still be friends no matter what Barry wants. He's just...wrong about this whole situation," Wally sighed.
"I know. So who you hanging out with tomorrow?" Jesse asked, lightning the subject.
"Roy and Dick," Wally drawled out.
"Dick's a ninja, like the real McCoy. And Roy seems serious, but he's fun. Maybe you could be on our team" Jesse smiled.
"What team needs three of the same superhero?" Wally scoffed.
"A smart one," She murmured.
(..)(..)
Hartley smirked to himself as he spotted the blue teddy bear that had been shoved through his and James's door slit.
"Well it's about time" He muttered.
James special 'Break-Em-Out' bears had a hollow middle, x-ray proof and undetectable, perfect for hiding cartel in.
Hartley tore the head off of the bear, pulled the cold ray from the middle, and froze the wall across from the bunk beds.
"Wake up James, it's time to go," Hartley called.
James sat up and blinked blearily for a second before he noticed the frozen wall.
A green clad hand reached through the reflection in the glass and motioned for them to hurry up.
"Sammy!" James called, running through the reflection with Hartley right on his heels.
"What happened to your face, Tricks?" Sam asked, tilting the boys chin back to inspect him.
James nose was busted, his eye black, and his lip split
"I have to wait until we get home!" James declared, walking toward the mirror that lead to The Hideout.
Upon entering the house, Hartley gathered that their ragtag team was having a meeting. He hated meetings.
"See Lisa!" James shouted, going to sit on her lap, "Your mean boyfriend beat me up and called me and Piper bad words and I hope he dies in a hole!"
"He's probably just stressed out from being in there so long," Lisa said, kissing James forehead, "I'm sorry, Sweetie,"
"Can we kick hiss ass out now? He beat up one of the brats, we can't be havin that," Mick said.
"'E lays a hand on Owen and it'll be the last thing 'e eva does," Digger agreed.
"I dunno him and I don't like him," Owen added, continuing to drive his Hot Wheels cars off the couch arm.
"One more chance, Leese," Cold snapped, "He does one more thing that rubs me the wrong way and he's out. He hit on Jamie, he'll hit on you."
"He ain't like that Lenny,"
"The Hell he ain't!"
"Can we get to the point of this meeting?" Hartley sighed irritably.
"Sure," Cold smirked.
(..)(..)
"You look nice," Jesse laughed from her perch on the back of the Allen's couch.
Wally held up his middle finger and Jesse laughed loudly at him. His hair was combed, and Iris had bought him a new button up shirt (that he'd left unbuttoned) and a new pair of jeans just so he could meet these new kids.
"They really aren't bad Walls. Don't get me wrong, they have their corks, but over all they're good guys. Just don't try and be cool. You suck so bad at it,"
"And you'll be here to smooth things along," Wally nodded, slinging his arm around Jesse's neck.
"I won't actually. I have to meet Z and Megs at the mall in-" She checked her cell phone, "Three minutes and forty-one seconds,"
Wally glared at her, and she smiled brightly at him.
Over the last week Jesse had become the all time best. With strict orders to keep away from his supervillan friends, she was doing a terrific job of eradicating his loneliness.
"You'll be fine. Just be yourself,"
And she was gone.
Marooned.
At precisely 5:00, the door bell rang. Wally made no move to open it, but Barry zoomed in and did the honors.
"Ollie! Bruce! Come on in," Barry said good naturally.
Two men walked into the house, one blonde, the other dark headed.
Batman and Green Arrow were in his house. Like where he lived.
*Internal screaming*
"Roy, Dick," Barry greeted as two boys slumped in behind the men.
They were both familiar. Dick had been to his house before, if only briefly. Roy, however, Wally knew a lot better.
"Harper?!" Wally called from the couch, sitting up a little straighter.
"West?! What are you doin' here?" Roy's eyes were wide, a smile plastered across his face.
"I live here!" Wally said, speeding off of the couch to stand in front of the other boy.
"Shut your dam-, shut up! You're The Flash's nephew?" Roy laughed incredulously.
"You? You're Speedy? Since when?" Wally said, shoving Roy's shoulder playfully.
"Since I was like twelve, you know that," Roy murmured under his breath a bit and Wally burst out laughing.
In Star City there was only one man you could get any brand of drug through, and that was Will Harper. To anyone on the streets, he was a drug lord, to anyone else he was just your average Joe.
Roy Harper, his druggie son, was one of Wally's best friends.
They'd met when they were thirteen. Wally just so happened to be stealing some advanced tech from Star City Labs when he discovered that one of the scientists owed a large lump some of cash to Mr. Harper, and that a warning on the mans life was underway. Roy had been there, pupils blown, as look out for his father. Wally still remembered the first thing he'd said to him, arguably his best street friend.
"'Sup, Speedy?"
Man he had missed Roy in the last months.
"Where have you been? You never text me back anymore!"
"I got a new phone. Here I'll give you my number its-"
"You two...know each other?" Green Arrow asked, raising both eyebrows.
Oh, shit, right, they were being rude.
"Yeah. Me and Wally have been friends for a long time," Roy answers the man smoothly, and Wally can't help but notice that Roy's using that real respectful voice like he does when he talks to Will.
"Really? You two have met before?" Barry asks suspiciously.
"Yeah! Wally use to run around with my cousin Ren. That's how I met him," Roy lied easily.
Ren Birdrunner was Roy's mothers sisters son. Wally had met him about twice in his whole life.
"Well I'm Oliver Queen. It's nice to meet you," Oliver said, extending a hand to Wally, which he shook.
"Bruce Wayne," Batman copied.
"Wally West," He introduced.
After some pleasantries Bruce and Ollie exited the Allen home, Leaving Dick, Roy, and Wally with run of the living room.
"You like Xbox?" Wally asked Dick.
"Absolutely, I've got quite the track record,"
"He don't tell lies. He's pretty good," Roy stated throwing himself down onto the couch. As he did, Wally noted a giant cut stitched up on the side of his calf.
Ewe, long sleeve shirt and shorts. Oxymoron.
"What happened to your leg Roy Boy?" Wally questioned.
Glancing down Roy pulled a face.
"New villain in Star. Some assassin wannabe who's a decent shot with a bow. I hate her," He said nonchalantly.
"What is she calling herself again?" Dick asked, pressing the power button on his controller.
"Tigress," Roy yawned, popping his back.
Tigress? The Hell kind of name is that?
(..)(..)
"Sure. The Flash is a man named Barry Allen. He's a cop, forensic scientist to be exact. Two of his nephews, his niece, his two children, and his wife, reporter Iris West-Allen, all live on Smith Blvd. In Central City," Cold said matter-of-factly.
"How'd you figure that out?" Mick idled.
"Did a little research on Wally West. Wasn't hard to figure it out,"
"So what are we gonna do?" Mark asked, leaning back in his chair.
"We tell him to keep Piper and Trickster out of The Heights, and in school and juvie. We get Owen, not Zoom and not the state. We got to keep it on good terms with 'em," Cold explained.
"Why?" Lisa asked, "Mark get your feet off of the table we eat here!"
"A speedster is somethin valuable to have anywhere, but especially in the twin cities. We need West, and hurtin his kin ain't gonna help us get 'em," Len said.
"Cleva," Digger nodded.
"Somethin' stinks guys," Owen complained.
"Yeah it does," James agreed.
"I think it's Josh," Lisa said.
"He does that, he's a baby," Mark yawned.
"Whatever! Sam, Mick, Dig, you're with me. We got some terms to negotiate. James, Piper, get cleaned up. Lisa, I think you need to rethink on some life choices, and Mark, change your kid and keep an eye on Owen," Len ordered as he walked towards the stairs, presumably to gear up.
Hartley couldn't help but smile. It was good to be home.
(..)(..)
"I'm on my way," Dick said into his ear device.
"What's wrong?" Roy asked.
"Twoface and Clayface are tearing up City Hall. Hate to cut the meeting short," Dick apologiesed.
"You're all good man. We'll do it another time," Wally assured, shaking Dick's hand, "just text me sometime."
"Of course. It's been asterous," Dick called as he walked out the door.
"Please don't tell nobody about the drugs and my dad and stuff," Roy muttered quietly.
"What do they all think?"
"That my parents are dead and Indians taught me to shoot a bow. That parts true, about the indians," Roy said.
"Your Uncle Ronnie's hardly a classic indian," Wally laughed.
"Yeah, I know. But Ollie would kill me if he found out about all the crank and my dad would go to jail. I couldn't live with myself man,"
"Don't sweat it. Secrets safe with me,"
What's up with Roy?
What is Wally going to do?
What is Barry going to do?
This chapter was kind of just a filler.
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