Chapter Twelve
Wally had barely time to react, when a gloved hand covered his mouth and quickly dragged him into an adjoining study room. Once again the light sensors didn't activate, but the glow from the numerous monitors lit up his assailant enough that Wally could make finally out his features.
"Jesus Christ Bruce! Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?"
The Dark Knight remained stoic as ever. "We need to talk."
Wally took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair trying to calm his speeding heartbeat. He reached into his pocket pulling out a device.
"Phone? Ever heard of one?" he said angrily.
"In person," Batman demanded. "Ten minutes, courtyard next to Peck Hall, stretch limo. Be there."
Wally just stared at him in utter disbelief. The speedster turned back to the door, looking down the hall to make sure they were alone, worried that some unsuspecting grad student might come stumbling in and getting the shit scared out of him or her like he had.
"Do you seriously think that you can just barge in here, scare me half to death, and then order me to sit down like some kind of child?" He turned back to the detective only to find silence and darkness.
"Batman?" he whispered, glancing around the darkened study hall. "Bruce?" he repeated quieter just as the lights kicked on and he jumped out of his skin again for the second time. He rubbed his eyes and searched the empty room.
"God I hate it when he does that."
xxx
The black Mercedes Benz limousine sat parked in front of the deserted science building, resting comfortably in the darkness, its driver standing ever vigilantly outside waiting for their guest. Even in the shadows, Wally would recognize his silhouette anywhere; he'd practically grown up in the man's house.
"Alfred," Wally smiled taking and shaking the Englishman's hand.
"Master West" he answered ever professional. "You look well. He's waiting inside."
Wally nodded, and the butler opened the door as the speedster leaned in and sat down, expecting to see the Dark Knight in his full regalia; instead sat the billionaire business man, complete with his trademark pin striped Armani suit.
"It's good to see you Wally," the dark haired man announced, reaching over and shaking the young professor's hand. It always puzzled Wally how Bruce Wayne could be this intelligent, obsessed, mysterious detective one minute, and the next a genial friend and mentor. The dichotomy was maddening. No wonder Dick had created his own persona, being two people at once must be exhausting "I hope this isn't a bad time."
Wally just laughed, unsure if Wayne was trying to be funny or if he might be a little insane. A bit of both the red head decided.
"Nope." Wally shrugged, like any other answer would have mattered to the man anyway. "I guess this is about the attack huh?"
"Not quite," Wayne replied.
"Oh," Wally paused, traces of worry beginning to form. "So no leads huh? That's um…not good is it?"
Wayne countered. "We have leads, but that's not what this is about."
The speedster's head dropped. "It's about Dick isn't it?"
The billionaire nodded. Bruce Wayne had kept a respectful distance between them over the years regarding he and Dick's issues, but after discovering the man's adopted son was about to get married, Wally was surprised it had taken him this long. He could have done without the costumed vigilante dragging him out of his office though.
"Look Bruce, I don't know what to say."
"I know happened," the Dark Knight answered soberly.
Wally shook his head, "I'm not sure you do."
"I've seen the video feed, all of it."
Wally looked back at him speechless. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do, and you've been holding on to this lie for much too long."
The speedster tried to defend himself, but the detective would have none of it.
"You hold Dick responsible for stopping you from killing the man who murdered your wife and uncle. You blame him for rushing in at the last second and stealing away your chance at revenge. That's been your stance for years, but we know the truth don't we?"
Wally exhaled and nodded remorsefully. He'd never told anyone the true events of that night; he'd always prayed he wouldn't have to.
"You had Zoom alone in that cave for close to an hour. You had any number of chances to kill him, but you hesitated. Why?"
The speedster paused, unwilling to look the detective in the eye. There was no place left to hide. "I couldn't do it," he whispered.
"And you waited just long enough until someone could come and stop you, someone that would take that burden away. Someone you could place the blame on while taking the guilt off your shoulders."
The speedster sighed. "I wanted to so bad. I wanted him to beg for his life, but he just wouldn't. He kept daring me to do it, over and over. I wanted him dead Bruce, I wanted him erased off this planet like he never existed. I was ready to do it, but all I could think about was what Barry would have done, and I choked and took the coward's way out."
The car became stifling and his claustrophobia was bringing the walls in around him. Wally opened the door and bolted from the car, pacing around the parking lot in circles as Wayne exited to join him
"I knew it was going to be Dick. I knew he'd figure out where I took him."
"It was easier to live the lie than to admit the truth wasn't it?"
"Yes," Wally hissed, his eyes began to sting.
"You never intended for it to last this long, but the lie took on a life of its own and you never found your way back from it."
The speedster nodded, wiping a tear away, the similarities of what he'd done as opposed to that of a former deceased former teammate not lost on him. Was he really that transparent? Was there anything about him the Dark Knight didn't know?
"Does he know?"
"No, but he deserves to. He's carried the burden of this lie for way too long. It's not been fair to him; you've not been fair to him. If it's important to you to right this wrong, if he's important to you, this is your best chance. It might be your last chance."
Wally sighed. "How do I do it?"
"Well it's not exactly my strong suit, but you speak from the heart, say your peace and keep moving forward. If you think for one second he's going to reject you, then you don't know Dick Grayson very well."
"I'll talk to him."
"When?" the detective asked, pressing for an answer much gentler than he would the common criminal on the street, but he still expecting the information nonetheless.
"Um…I don't exactly know. Any suggestions?"
"Do you have plans next Saturday?" Wayne asked.
"I uh...don't think so. Why?" Wally questioned
"You do now."
xxx
Conner sat comfortably in Pa Kent's favorite recliner enjoying the evening. His feet were up, his beer was cold, and his favorite baseball team was in ESPN. It was just another lazy night in Smallville, or as Connor would call it, a perfect evening.
"Conner are you still hungry? There's still plenty of meatloaf left."
"I'm good ma, thanks. And don't clean up ok? I'll knock it all out as soon as the innings over."
"You sure?"
"Yes mam, and by the way dinner was delicious."
Martha smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. Its Clark's favorite too. What is about meat, ketchup and Kryptonians?"
Connor laughed, "I guess green meteors aren't our only weakness."
"Guess not," she chuckled. "I'm heading up to read, don't stay up too late ok?"
"I won't Ma." he replied. "Sleep well."
"You too honey."
Connor leaned back as Edinson Volquez threw another perfect curve ball, sending the batter back to the dugout in shame. At this rate he'd pitch his third straight perfect game and the Royals would move even closer to first place. Another strike out later and the inning was over. Connor put the foot rest down and began to rise when the phone began to ring. The young hero caught it on the first ring, assured it was Clark calling from Metropolis to do his weekly check in.
"Hello?" he answered, to dead silence.
"Uh…Hello?" he repeated, hearing the person on the other end clearing her voice nervously.
After a few more moments if silence, the person on the other end of the phone began to speak. "Connor…its...its Artemis. Can we talk?"
Superboy stood stunned, feeling as if he'd been hit by something faster than a speeding bullet.
xxx
Wayne Manor had never looked more elegant. The mansion was long known for its host of parties, charity events, private art exhibits, and entertaining politicians and captains of industry, but tonight was perhaps the most important event held there in years. Bruce Wayne's son was getting married
Technically, adopted was the more accurate term, but for celebrity gossip magazines, blogs and websites, son had a better ring to it. Paparazzi were held at the bottom of the long winding driveway as guests pulled up in limo after limo, with the occasional Tesla and Lamborghini in-between.
An army of caterers, decorators, lighting companies, valets, and security personnel had been brought in to make sure the event went smoothly and would be an occasion no one would soon forget. The mansion and surrounding grounds were impressively lit and landscaped for the holidays, the sweet smell of peppermint, pine and cedar radiating in air in all directions, the outdoor Bose speakers playing a lovely holiday concerto for the arriving guests.
Security teams were polite but firm as they scanned each guest that entered the grounds, positively identifying invited guests from the dozen or so paparazzi that would inevitably attempt to sneak in and photograph the celebration for distribution. Of course certain guests were able to bypass these measures; CEO's of friendly but rival companies that had come to pay their respects, the Richard Bransons', Larry Elisions and Elon Musks of the world were brought in a special entrance, along with politicians, Mayors, and disgruntled Police Commissioners, who considered the whole event nonsense.
As impressive as the Manor presented itself on the outside, inside was beyond description in its grandeur. Iintricate woodwork, antique furniture, century old hardwood paneled rooms, magnificent staircases, numerous libraries and studies, hand crafted brick and copper fireplaces, African Blackwood bookshelves, the entire mansion oozed of culture and history while still setting a tone for a relaxing atmosphere. The high-ceilinged foyer was adorned with an impressive crystal chandelier that transformed the room into a makeshift ballroom. Upstairs, the open spacious second floor balcony overlooked the proceedings while behind it French doors opened to a richly landscaped patio, offering splendid views of the grounds and gardens. A six piece string ensemble played beautifully in the background, as guests mingled around the house, eating hors d'oeuvres, appetizers, and enjoying fine wines provided by a battalion of waiters that carefully maneuvered their way through the crowds.
Barbra Gordon stood next to her fiancé as wave after wave of friends and guests made their way over, offering greetings, congratulations, and unsolicited advice to the happy couple. She wore a tasteful ivory J. Mendel Crepe High Neck Gown while Dick wore his custom tailored Ermenegildo Zegna Bespoke tuxedo he'd picked up on his last trip to Italy. She'd never worn something so expensive in her life, and in all honesty it made her extremely uncomfortable. This was not how she was raised and was not how she intended to live. The Dick Grayson she knew felt the same way, but occasionally had to step back into that life when the call arose. Barbara didn't like it, but she understood it, and for the night she could find a way to suffer through; she did look stunning after all and she knew it.
While some of the well-wishers came off as sincere; most seemed more absorbed in being seen or catching up with old friends then interested in the happy couple or their upcoming nuptials. Such it was with high society she supposed.
Dick patiently indulged the crowds as Barbara bit her tongue and put forth the fakest, most polite smile she could conjure, shaking hands and giving hugs to people she'd never met and hopefully wouldn't again. Her fiancé could really lay on the charm when pressed, but deep down she knew events and moments like this made him as uncountable as she, well almost as uncomfortable.
The line began to thin and Barbara took a breath, counting the seconds until she could find a waiter and have a glass of wine, or five. After everyone had finally passed, Bruce walked over to the couple, handing off drinks to the overwhelmed duo.
"This is beyond words," Dick began gratefully.
"Yeah I'll say," Barbara added with just a tint of sarcasm that caused her finance to politely nudge her not to ruin the moment.
"What Barbara means is..." Dick attempted to smooth over.
Wayne laughed. "I know exactly what she means, and I couldn't agree more, but unfortunately events like this are sometimes necessary for people like us that have, let's just say unique hobbies. Keeping up appearances is important and distracting, which is essential in our line of work. Once this is over you two can have your private wedding, and leave all the pretentiousness and magniloquence to the experts," he smiled, pointing his thumb to his chest.
"I don't know how you do it," Barbara shook her head in disbelief.
"Anyway…" Dick spoke, trying to steer the conversation back on track, "Sincerely, thanks for all this, it's really an amazing gift."
Barbara nodded in agreement with a warm genuine smile. It was a lovely and incredibly generous gesture; just one she hoped could be soon be over so she could try to restore some semblance of normal back into her life.
Wayne shook his head and smiled. "This is nothing, the real gift comes later. Now unfortunately I'm going to have to borrow your finance for a few minutes. We have a little business to discuss with a certain senator if he wants our support come campaign time. I'll have him back to you safe and sound shortly.
Dick shrugged, reaching for her hand and kissing it. "Be right back."
Barbara sighed as she watched the two brunettes walk away. She knew a few minutes would likely turn into a half hour or more.
She closed her eyes, rubbing her aching temples when the smell of a familiar cologne came up behind her, handing off a glass of wine and an assortment of appetizers he'd collected.
"Oh God Dad, thank you so much. I think if I have to give one more phony smile I'm going to freak out. What have I gotten myself into?"
Jim Gordon laughed, wrapping his arm around his daughter and guiding her to a quiet corner of the room away from the crowds.
"I tried to warn you," he smiled, "but you wouldn't listen any more then you did when you took on your second job."
"I have absolutely know I idea what you're talking about," Barbara deadpanned, taking the appetizer her father was about to eat, and shoving it into her mouth.
It had been a longstanding unwritten rule that the father and daughter would not talk about such matters. The young redhead had never officially shared or confirmed the identity of her alter ego, but Jim Gordon was first and foremost a detective, and it didn't take much deduction to figure out her not only her I.D as Batgirl, but also that of her two most common compatriots, both who were shockingly present at the evening's festivities. Jim Gordon and the Dark Knight had always had a similar arrangement, but as much as he wished Barbara would lead a normal quiet life, he respected the job she did, and knew that the men behind the masks would protect her like she was their own. His relationship with the Batman was a partnership beyond words. He owed the hero his life many times over, as the vigilante did his. And as far as her fiancé went, he'd known the hero for most of the his young life, and deep down knew he couldn't ask for a better son in law, but that didn't prevent him from secretly wishing them both an early retirement from the superhero life and settling for giving him grandchildren instead. Ironically Barbara wished the same retirement for her father as well.
"Well I'll be your backup for the night, but if Riddler or the Penguin crash this little shindig you are on your own, because the only way I'm going to make it through this night is to drink heavily. Let's head over to the bar, I want some of Wayne's good stuff."
Barbara laughed, "I'll second that, show me the way.
xxx
Dick sighed as he listened to the long dissertation Senator Kelly was giving a group of businessman on cyber security. It was the exact same speech he'd given to a senate subcommittee meeting four days earlier, almost word for word, but if Bruce wanted the security contract he'd have to sit and listen patiently to the blowhard's every word. Before long the talk switched over to Gotham political races, and Dick tried desperately to find an out when a webbed hand reached over and rested on his shoulder.
"Hello my friend."
"Ambassador," Dick smiled warmly, turning and grasping the hand of one of his oldest and dearest friends. With the vast array of political figures present this night, it was not at all odd that the Atlantean ambassador would make an appearance for the festivities, especially given the close relation he and the company had regarding the Wayne Industries Clean Seas initiative that Dick was leading.
"You look well my friend. It's been too long." Kaldur declared
"Yes it has," he smiled, patting the dark skinned man on the arm. "I really appreciate you coming."
"I would not have missed this occasion. It's not often in our former line of work that one gets a happy ending. Barbara looks especially lovely this evening; you are a most fortunate man."
"Yeah," he smiled, "I really am, and by the way not all of us have retired Kal, the door is always open for you if you decide you want to come back."
"Perhaps when my tenure with the ambassadorship is done I'd consider it. This job has made me restless. I sometimes long for those days again, so who knows, anything is possible. Speaking of the old days, I received a most unusual call last week."
Dick chuckled, "From my understanding Conner did as well."
"Is he coming?" the Atlantean inquired.
"See for yourself" he smiled gesturing to his fiancé hugging the man of steel in question.
"Very nice. It will be good to be with each other again, even if just for a while."
"Can you stay?" Dick asked
"I have cleared my calendar. Alfred has been most kind to reserve a room for me in the residence, near the pool no less. Most appreciated. And where is our formerly deceased teammate?"
"She's on the balcony with Zatanna, probably enjoying watching Barbara and I squirm."
"It is an amusing site, but unfortunately one I am very familiar with. The pomp and circumstance that comes with events such as these can be somewhat tiresome. Regarding Artemis, I assume you two have buried the proverbial hatchet?"
Dick nodded sternly. "It wasn't easy, but knowing now everything she's been through, what she's lost, it really changes my opinion."
"She shared similar stories with me as well."
Dick nodded. "Artemis didn't have to come back; it would have been so much easier to just stay dead and start a new life somewhere. But she needed for us to know the truth, it was important to her. I see that now. Since that day at the refinery, her life's been a living hell; a series of nightmares that she's finally been able to wake up from. When I put all that together and considered the predicament she was in, it really put things in perspective. I have Barbara and Bruce to thank for that. She's my friend, she's our friend. If she's been given a second chance, the last thing I'm going to do is take that away from her."
"I agree, and have told her as much myself. From what she has shared, Connor has come to the same conclusion as well, so that is good. From what I recall he could be a little….volatile from time to time?"
"The years have changed him, they've changed us all."
"For the better I hope," Kaldur asserted.
Dick smiled. "Me too."
"Will anyone else be joining us?"
Grayson frowned slightly. "Well events like this aren't exactly good for Roy's recovery, so he sends his best, and I left a message with J'onn, but I don't know if Megan received it or would even consider coming if she did."
"A pity, it would be good to see them both. And anyone else?" Kaldur asked hesitantly, trying to maneuver delicately around the red headed elephant in the room.
Dick looked to the ground dolefully. "No probably not."
Kaldur reached over and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Well then we are very fortunate for the ones we have."
Suddenly an idea sparked in Nightwing's mind. "Tell you what, do me a favor Kal. Walk with me like we're in some kind of deep discussion. Do you remember where Bruce's study is?"
"Of course. How could one forget its location considering what its rests upon?"
Dick grinned. "I'm going to go grab Barbara and the others and let's spend a few minutes having a drink and catching up privately. You guys might be the only thing that keeps her sane this evening."
"I will meet you there shortly." Kaldur agreed.
xxx
On the balcony Artemis just stared out in amazement. It had taken some major convincing, perhaps coupled with a bit of threatening for the archer to agree to allow her friends to buy her evening attire, but after a few mimosas while they tried on dresses, she eventually relented, picking out an emerald Olivia Gisela High-Necked gown with closed back for obvious reasons; scars and old wounds didn't go well with anything.
As she scanned the crowd, she wasn't as much impressed as she was displeased.
"My God, look at all that money."
"Yeah it's kind of disgusting isn't it?" Zatanna bemused.
"No I'm serious," the archer answered. "There's so much greed and corruption down there. These are the exact type people the Shadows go after. They think they're buying power and all they're doing is signing their lives away. I'd be willing to bet there are a couple of folks down there in the Shadow's pocket right now and they don't even know it."
"We'll that not your problem anymore is it?"
"Amen to that," the blonde sighed.
"Look, don't get all melancholy on me now. This is a party, probably the nicest one you're ever going to get invited to."
"Gee thanks," Artemis laughed.
"You're welcome," the sorceress snickered. "I know you're unconformable being around all this, but you've had a chance to talk with everyone, you've made your peace. Now relax and start enjoying yourself. We look hot as hell, and not all of us have a muscle bound boyfriend waiting for us when we get home."
"For the hundredth time, he's not my boyfriend," the archer groaned. "Just a …work associate, and an ex- one at that."
"Whatever. Just do me a favor and smile and look happy when the hot guys walk by. No one wants to talk to the gorgeous brunette with the pissed off ex assassin friend scowling at them. Fake it if you have to, but don't ruin my mood. I'm actually starting to like you again."
"God forbid," the archer chortled.
Zatanna finished her wine and looked for the cute dark skinned Jamaican waiter she'd been flirting with when her communicator buzzed in her purse.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" the magician growled, assuming it to be the League calling. She'd asked off for this night weeks in advance, and unless there was an alien invasion happening, which in truth was never entirely out of the question, she wasn't leaving. As she looked down to the readout she smiled, taking the archer by the hand and leading her away from the party and down the hallway towards the residence.
"Trouble?" Artemis asked concerned.
"Staff meeting, the fun kind," the brunette smiled. "Come on I know a shortcut."
"You seem to remember your way around these hallways pretty well," Artemis smirked.
"We have a history," Zatanna grinned, looking for the secret panel that led directly towards the private study
xxx
Wally West stroked his chin nervously, trying to run through a thousand different scenarios in his head; what to say, what to do, how to make small talk, how not to make an ass of himself, how to apologize. Beads of sweat dripped down his face to the point the driver took pity on him and turned the air conditioner on in the middle of winter just to comfort his occupant.
Any other time a flight on a private jet and a chauffeur from the airport would be cool as hell, but not when it was to celebrate a special event for guy, for a best friend you'd been an asshole to for years. Bruce had gone out of his way to make the trip as convenient as possible, but he also made it clear that it wasn't just an invitation, it was an obligation. As they made their way past the Gotham City limits, the speedster actually thought he might throw up, he was that nervous. Times like these he really missed his speed.
Shortly after nine p.m. under a cloudy moonlit sky, the Lincoln towncar finally reached 1007 Mountain Drive, parked behind a long line of cars and limos on the street waiting to get cleared to enter the gate, Wally took a deep breath, finding peace at the realization it would take a half hour or more to bring everyone in. He barely noticed the driver talking on his phone when security personnel paused traffic and waived the car through; by-passing the line of disgruntled partygoers. Wally put his hands over his face, taking in deep breaths, trying not to pass out as they approached the main drive to the top of the hill.
"Fuck you Bruce," he groaned as the car reached the entry way in front of the mansion.
xxx
Inside the study, the mood was light and breezy; it was hard for the archer to believe she was actually here, making pleasant conversation with old friends. It had always been her fondest hope that everyone was still together, still close. Her initial foray into Gotham had ended that wish, and yet here she was, watching old friends hug and laugh, tell stories and exchange pictures. It was surreal, like a dream, the most pleasant one she'd had in a long time. She was home.
Dick cleared his voice, and grabbed a gold plated letter opener from the desk and clinked his glass for their attention.
"Guys I'd like to make a toast. I really suck at these as Barbara can an attest to, but here goes. I just want to thank all of you for being here. It's been tough watching all of us go our separate ways, some a little farther than others," he smirked in the archer's directions. "I remember thinking back as a kid that all these friendships we took for granted would last forever. That we'd stay friends, stay teammates, and that one day we'd all be Leaguers. Things didn't turn out exactly the way we imagined, but the most important thing is we're all here now; still friends, still family. This is honestly the nicest gift Barbara and I could ever have hoped for, and we thank you all from the bottom of our hearts. Cheers."
"Cheers," the group replied in unison.
"Not bad boy wonder," the red head smiled, reaching over and kissing her fiancé.
"We'll said my friend," Kadlur added.
"I agree," Connor confirmed. "Barbara did you write that for him?" the former Superboy smiled as the group began to laugh.
"Believe it or not, he thought that all up all by his lonesome. It's the one he was supposed to give later that was written by the Wayne public relations staff. Thank God Bruce decided to step in and give it for him."
Artemis chuckled, "You'd think after twelve years of private school he would have learned something about writing."
"Hey, math was my specialty, not English."
"We'll if you did the math you'd realize we're about out of liquor." the sorceress jeered.
Aqualad raised his glass. "Well while we still have some left I'd like to add to what Dick has expressed. It is a pleasure to see you all again. We should not wait until events like this arise to get together. Life is too short. You all are the closest thing I have to family, one I've neglected that fact for far too long."
Everyone nodded as he made his toast "To the bride and groom to be."
"And absent friends," Dick added solemnly
"Absent friends," they replied as pangs of sadness pull slightly at the archer's heart. One look over at Dick and she knew he felt the same, but it had to be said. Moments later a smile returned to his face. He looked down at his watch and rolled his eyes. "Well I guess we better get back. You guys are welcome to hang out here as long as you like, but we have to get back out there for the big reveal. Try not to laugh when Bruce makes his toast ok? he worked hard on it, but expressing heartfelt sentiments are not really his strong suit? Alfred's given you all your room keys I assume, let's try and meet up around 1:00 near the pool. I think when this is all said and done I'm going to need a swim to wash all the fake off me if you know what I mean."
"I do!" Zatanna spoke up a little too quickly, causing Artemis to nearly choke on her wine, barely stopping it from coming out her nose.
"Sorry," the sorceress apologized. "I think that was the alcohol talking."
Dick shot her and irritated glance as his fiancé led him out the study.
"Oops?' the sorceress giggled as the room just stared at her in shock. Perhaps all the talk of the old days brought back a few feelings for the young hero she'd long thought gone. As the crowd followed the duo out, Zatanna stayed behind, waiting till the group was out of sight.
"Shit," she cursed; embarrassed that Dick Grayson could still have that effect on her after all these years.
"Don't worry about it," Artemis shrugged, thinking back fondly at all the times her friend would storm into her room at the cave so they could complain about their significant others. Alcohol was never involved back then, so this was a new wrinkle to a very old dilemma.
"Easy for you to say. I'm not used to being the bitch; that what Roy's for. At least if he'd been here there'd been some kind of eye candy around. He's still a dick, but easy on the eyes. Get this, when I called to ask him if he was coming, all I could hear was some skank screaming his name in the background. He was probably having sex while we were on the phone. That's just gross."
The archer sighed. "That was probably my sister."
Zatanna nearly did a spit take, quickly casting a small spell to make sure no wine had made it to the Wayne crested afghan rug.
"Cheshire? Are you freaking kidding me?!"
"It's a long story," the archer exhaled.
As they left the room to go back to the party, Zatanna murmured to herself just loud enough for the archer to hear. "I really need to get laid," she groaned.
"Let's see what we can about do that," the archer chuckled, taking her friend's hand, preparing to release her on some unsuspecting male guest.
xxx
Outside the manor Wally stood impatiently in the long line waiting to be screened. Every few minutes he would step out, allowing a handful of others to go ahead, but delaying the inevitable was only making things worse.
Come on Wal-man, you can do this.
As he neared the main entrance, the security guard closest to the door asked for his i.d, checking it against the guest list. The next guard used his Garrett Superscanner V Security wand and waved it up and down the speedster body, while the other carefully frisked his jacket, pants and pockets; double checking for any cameras or recording devices. Wayne was serious about the privacy of this event.
"Whoa whoa, buy me a drink first sailor," the red head joked, trying to break the tension, only to see the emotionless musclebound guard hand him back his invitation, phone, and driver's license. "Enjoy your evening."
"Enjoy yours." Wally replied sardonically, taking back his belongings and finally walking into the mansion. It looked phenomenal.
The speedster had spent what seemed like half his life at Wayne Manor. He was just an average middle class Midwestern kid, not poor, not rich, but somewhere firmly in-between and completely fine with that, but coming to Gotham and sleeping over at his best friend's mansion, well that was pretty damn cool as far as he was concerned. Wally could never comprehend that Dick felt much the same way when he'd stay with him in Keystone; getting a taste of a normal life with loving parents that treated him like a son. A place where he could eat junk food and go to the movies, things he wasn't able to do as a son of Gotham. Dick loved feeling normal, Wally enjoyed feeling opulent. It was a win - win for both.
As he walked in, he barely recognized the place. He'd seen it decorated for Christmas before, but nothing like this, nothing so extravagant. There were crowds of people, standing, talking, and dancing. His memories of this place were of it being fairly empty, its owner occasionally entertaining small groups of guests while he and Dick would be tucked away in the residence, playing video games or watching movies.
He walked into to a room full of Gucci and Armani, wearing the only suit he owned; a black jacket and pants he'd purchased at Men's Warehouse years ago. Now he could add underdressed to the growing list of insecurities that swelled within him with each passing moment, fighting the urge to curse the host for a third time, but the night was still young.
Wally scanned the room to no avail, searching for familiar faces within the hordes of guests. At this point even Capitan Cold or Mirror Master would be somewhat comforting, but all he saw was strangers.
He bit his lip and made his way down the stairs to the ground floor. A waiter immediately approached and asked him his beverage of choice.
"Got any beer?" the red head asked desperately.
"Sir, we're only serving wine and cocktails," the steward replied a little too snooty for the speedster's taste.
"Fine,' she sighed, "can I get the strongest thing you have. Make it a double."
"Very good sir"
Wally frowned, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
What in the hell am I doing here
He stood in the corner, politely nodding to the numerous people that passed by quietly judging him. He didn't belong here and they knew it. Why Bruce had thought his presence at an event like this would be a good idea was beyond him. Perhaps the billionaire held a grudge after all. Maybe it was some kind of passive aggressive form of punishment. Either way he was losing his nerve by the second as he decided his endgame. He'd finish his drink, force himself around the giant reception area one time and then bolt. He was prepared to walk; doubtful the courtesy of a chauffeur would be extended if he'd chickened out. Getting out of Gotham would be even trickier, with only a maxed out credit card and a few bucks to his name, but he'd cross that bridge when he got there.
I'm so screwed.
Just as he was looking for the waiter to hand off his glass, Bruce Wayne stepped to the center of the room, mic in hand. The string quartet ceased as the host stood front and center with the guests of honor by his side.
"Ladies and Gentleman, you've heard me make enough speeches over the years, so I'll make this brief. I've always been told a good marriage is at least eighty percent luck in finding the right person at the right time, and he rest is trust. We'll I'm here to tell you there was no luck involved in this case. These two were practically made for each other. Everyone already knew it, but it took them a little longer to come around, but as they say good things come to those who wait. Although today is arguably the most important day in Dick's life, it's pretty special to me as well. I see so much hope and happiness in his eyes that only a woman as lovely as Barbara can inspire. Jim, Barbara you have raised a wonderful daughter, and if I could offer one word of advice, it would be to count each moment that you spend together a blessing, because that's how I consider you both."
"To Dick and Barbara; we all wish you nothing but the best. Now for God's sake, hurry up and marry her before realizes what's she's gotten herself into. Cheers."
The room erupted in applause as Dick leaned over, took her hand and twirled her around, catching her in the perfect dip kiss, a move straight out of a Hollywood movie that took his fiancé by surprise.
As he slowly eased her up, she looked into his steel blue eyes and smiled. "Pretty smooth Mr. Grayson. You're just full of surprises tonight."
"I try Ms. Gordon. I try."
The commissioner and his ex-wife walked over and joined the trio for pictures, the policeman complimenting their host on his toasting prowess as Barbara's mother smiled and whispered words of encouragement. The party sprung back to life, and with all the music and conversations swirling around again, the group almost didn't hear the uncomfortable clearing of a voice behind them.
"Hey guys," the readhead spoke softly.
Barbara spun around as her mouth and her glass nearly dropped to the floor.
"Wally!"' she exclaimed in wide eyed astonishment, wrapping her arms tightly around the speedster, and squeezing as hard as she could. "You came!"
The speedster smiled. "What kind of jerk would I be if I missed something this important?"
She held tight kissing his cheek, slowly letting go as the speedster and the detective stood face to face.
"Hey Dick."
"Hey Wally," he replied in astonishment.
"Congratulations. I uh.. didn't bring a gift, it was kinda a last minute thing. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," the brunette chuckled.
Wally took Barbara's hand, examining the engagement ring, clearly impressed. "So... you finally took the plunge. Took you long enough."
"Thank you," Barbara replied sarcastically in agreement, mock frowning at her fiancé.
"We'll I had to make sure she was the right one, you can never be too careful these days. I had to know it wasn't just for my body," he smiled to the annoyance of his red head..
"If it was anything it would have been about the money, trust me on that." she deadpanned.
"Ouch." the brunette grimaced
"Truth hurts doesn't it?" she laughed, leaning over and kissing his cheek, "I'll be back in a few, you two need to catch up. Mom show me where you found those crab cakes, I'm starving."
Both men watched the two depart, as Dick smiled turning back to the speedster. "So how bad did Bruce have to threaten you to get you out here?"
Wally chuckled. "Your boss can be very persuasive, but I'm glad he did it."
"Me too."
Wally paused for a moment, trying to find the words that should have been expressed years before. When they didn't come he just gave up, remembering Batman's advice and powered through.
"Look Dick, I um...I don't really know what to say," he began, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I don't deserve to be here, not after the way I've treated you. I didn't even had the courage to say thank you after you saved my life. That's just...that's just wrong. I'll spare you all the lame excuses." he sighed. "I just want you two to know that this is awesome thing you guys are doing, I know its was the best thing I ever did, and I wish you guys all the happiness in the world, you deserve it."
The speedster extended his hand to his friend. "I hope one day maybe you can forgive me."
Dick stared down at it for a moment, before knocking Wally's hand away and embracing the red head.
The speedster did his best not to choke up, "I love you man. I'm so sorry."
"I am too Wally, but the most important thing is you're here."
"I'm really happy for you guys." Wally said sincerely.
"I appreciate it. Can you going to stay for a while?"
"Considering Bruce is my ride home, I think I can stick around. Keystone's a pretty long walk from here."
"Good point," Dick laughed. "So you hungry?"
Wally eyes opened wide. "Are you kidding?"
xxx
Back on the balcony, Artemis stood next to the sorceress, watching the brunette flirt and make small talk, all the while smiling and faking interest in numerous amounts of inane conversations trying not scare off any potential suitors for her friend. It was exhausting. She remembered guys like this at Gotham Academy; more money than sense with an inflated ego to match. It was moments like this she missed her poisoned darts the most.
Zatanna's obnoxious laugh shook the archer back to reality as she watched her friend hand the guy her number, putting her thumbs to her ear and mouthing 'call me'
As the blonde haired blue eyed daddy's boy walked away, the sorceresses turned back to Artemis. "We'll he was a real winner," she said sarcastically.
"No shit," the blonde said bitterly. "I just wanted to knock that smug smile off his face, and his creepy friend who was eye-banging me behind him. Why in the hell did you give him your number?"
"It was to the suicide prevention line. Maybe he'll get the message."
Artemis laughed. "Nice. You haven't lost your touch."
"I'm a performer remember. So I'm going to track down that cute waiter with the nice ass carrying around the stuffed shrimp. Try not to fake your death and disappear while I'm gone."
The archer just dropped her head and sighed. "How long are we going to be be doing this?" she groaned
"Till I say so," Zatanna smiled, bouncing away and tracking down her favorite appetizer, shrimp and men.
The archer leaned her elbows on the railing and stared down at the crowd. Despite her saucy banter, she really was glad to be back, not in the city per se, but in their lives. It was a foundation, a first step. Nothing would ever be like it once was, but that was ok.
It had been a long road to redemption, and she still had miles to go, but having these people, these friends back in her life was big start. No matter where she went from this point, she knew she'd have people to welcome her back, to welcome her home. It was more than the archer could have ever hoped for.
The string quartet played softly in the background as the chandeliers in the main hall shimmered, cascading the room in a dazzling light show, like some 18th Century planetarium, with each crystal representing a pinhole in the in the curtain of night. Knowing Alfred Pennyworth's attention to detail, she'd bet good money that every crystalline jewel had been set perfectly, just to give off the exact amount of brilliance. It reminded her of the millions of stars she'd fall asleep under in the middle of some jungle or desert, away from all the light pollution, where she could just stare off into forever. It was one of the few memories of her former life that she wanted to keep.
Artemis looked down at her watch and decided it was time to track down her friend and save her from herself when off in the distance something caught her eye. Barbara was standing next to her fiancé, wiping her eyes as Dick had his arms wrapped around….
Oh my God.
She watched from her perch as they talked, thinking she might have actually seen a smile, a laugh perhaps. Wally had actually done it, he'd kept his promise. Her heart began to swell when suddenly Dick paused their conversation for a moment and began searching the crowds, eventually catching an image of long golden hair among and ocean of guests. Moments later he took the speedster by the arm, guiding his eyes to the small corner of the balcony Artemis had secluded herself in. The two said some parting words and Dick patted the red head on the shoulder and walked back to his fiancé as Wally stood motionless, just staring at her from a distance, like she was the sun in this dizzying constellation of lights that unfolded all around them.. Eventually he raised his hand shyly to say hello. Artemis returned the wave as her cheeks began to redden.
He swallowed hard, panicking inwardly. Her presence had literally taken his breath away. He'd keyed himself up to face his biggest fear, seeing a man he loved like a brother and seeking absolution. Within mere moments the guilt he'd carried for so long slowly began to ebb, but now a new fear had taken over, and he cursed himself that his natural reaction was to run.
Out of pure reflex he checked his distance from the door, just as a worst case scenario, quickly turning back to the balcony only to see her gone. His heart sank. Without so much as a thought he quickly navigated through the hordes of people who were irritatingly oblivious to the urgency of his mission. He reached the bottom of the staircase and began his way up when caught sight of her again, her long blonde hair hanging freely, her emerald dress sparkling under the lights. He'd never seen her look more beautiful.
For every step he took upwards, she matched his going down, eventually meeting in the middle. With only seconds to spare he desperately tried to think of something snappy or charming, or sincere to say, but all his words and thoughts had abandoned him. He didn't care.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," she replied; her husky voice nearly cracking.
"You look….:
"Ridiculous?" she interrupted.
"Amazing," he countered, swallowing nervously.
She too was at a complete loss for words, unbelieving he was actually here standing in front of her, and even more so that suddenly she'd become a nervous sixteen year old again. "Thanks. I...um like your tie."
As soon as the words escaped her mouth she wanted to head-palm herself. Wally looked down unfazed, realizing it was the same exact shade of green the archer was draped in.
"We match,' she smiled nervously.
"Yeah," he grinned, his cheeks beginning to flush. They both stood lost in each other, until from behind the sorceress bumped into the archer, sending her sprawling down into the speedster's arms.'
"Sorry, my bad," Zatanna smirked, never losing stride except for briefly stopping to kiss the speedster's cheek. "Hi Wally, nice catch," she spoke as she continued unabated to the main floor and disappearing into the crowd.
He couldn't even reply as he held the blonde in his arms, jolts of electricity shooting through his body. "You ok?"
"I hate her," she lied, staring up at his smiling green eyes, eventually freeing herself from his tender hold and standing upright again, straitening her dress.
"I didn't know you were coming," she began softly.
"I didn't know you were either. I thought you were on your way out of the country."
"I had a last minute change of heart", she answered. "That is ok isn't it?"
"Definitely," he replied, his ears beginning to pinken, the heat of her gaze only making his condition worse.
"What convinced you to come?" she asked
"I promised you I'd try remember? but Batman coming on campus, scaring the living shit out of me while I was grading papers kind of sealed the deal."
"You're kidding," she said trying to stifle a laugh
"Nope," he shrugged, "Pulled the whole ninja thing, disabling the lights, jumping out of the shadows, All the shit Dick used to do. God I hated that."
"I know you did, but that's what made it funny."
"Yeah I guess it kinda was." he smiled warmly, still lost in her eyes. "Is it hot in here?"
She easily saw his cheeks all aglow, imagining hers the same. "Yeah a little, you want to get so outside and get some air?"
"Please," he gushed, wiping new beads of sweat from his brow.
"Let's go," she smiled, turning and both making their way back up the staircase to the patio.
Below, Barbara watched as the two distanced themselves from the crowds escaping through the French doors to the veranda. It was almost as heartwarming a site as the speedster's homecoming with Dick had been; a moment she worried she'd never see. The memory of their embrace still choked her up, and she could see a new shine to Dick's eyes, a lightness that she'd had missed so much. Suddenly for a night that she thought would never end now suddenly couldn't last long enough. He fiancé soon joined her, bringing over two glasses to steal her attention away.
"Best engagement party ever huh?" the red head sighed, laying her head on Dick's shoulder.
"Yeah," her fiancé smiled off to the distance, before turning back and kissing her soft lips. "Did you know?"
"God no! This was a complete surprise, but if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have told you. Paybacks a bitch boy wonder."
"I love it when you talk dirty," he grinned, drawing the red head in even closer. "So where did they go?"
"I think they wanted to be alone," she replied. "Maybe we should take a page out of their playbook?"
"I think that's a great idea," he confirmed.
"Lead the way boy wonder." she said as he took her hand, leading her to a well-planned escape route through the service entrance into parts unknown
xxx
Outside one the patio the archer and speedster stood facing each other, the moon above finally escaping its cloudy prison, casting light on the brick walkway and manicured grounds all around them.
"So did you two make your peace?" she asked hopeful
"I don't know. I hope so, It a start at least. I've got a lot to make up for; it's not going to happen overnight"
"I can relate."
"You can can't you?"
"Coming tonight was a big step Wally. I know it was hard."
"Not as much as I thought it was going to be. It was…really nice. Sort of like…I don't know…old times in a way."
"Good," she replied, noticing his tie was slightly crooked. She delicately grasped it, straitening the knot, her skin barley grazing the roughness of his cheek. "You two deserve it. Now don't fuck it up," she laughed bringing a wide grin to his face
"Yes mam," he replied, still feeling the light traces of her touch.
"I owe him Artemis, more than you'll ever know."
"That sounds pretty cryptic."
He nodded. "I'll tell you about it one of these days, but for now it's just kind of nice to feel like maybe we got a chance at a fresh start."
"I like fresh starts," she said softly.
He moved a little closer, and she could smell the scent of the cologne she used to like so much. If it ain't broke don't fix it she bemused to herself.
"I'm really glad you're here, I still had so many things I still needed to say."
"Like what?" she asked, moving away ever slowly
"Like... I don't want you to go."
"You don't?" she asked shyly, easing back against the brick wall behind her, daring him to follow. "Why?"
"Because this is your home Artemis, because you don't need to run anymore, and because...I'd miss you."
"You would?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, I would." he replied, his fingers reaching down, grazing hers ever so lightly, hoping she wouldn't pull away. "Saying goodbye to you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Then years later I had to do it all over again with two people I loved. I've spent so much time just treading water, I've been too afraid to look to what's ahead."
"You don't have to be afraid," she replied, her words a breathless whisper. His body finally leaned forward to meet hers, gently resting her against the wall. Gentle was not something she'd had much experience with over the years
Her fingers left his as he reached upwards to ghost his cheek, moving a strand of shaggy auburn hair from his eyes. He'd changed so much over the years; freckles that have long since faded, a strong well defined jawline that he struggled to keep shaved, broader shoulder, an air of maturity that comes with age, but yet she could still see so much of the boy she once loved, his eyes an almost unnatural green, the same unkempt hair that could never be tamed, an Adam's apple that still bobbed uncontrollably when he was nervous, a flush in his cheeks that even his thick five o'clock shadow couldn't hide, but most importantly his smile, which she'd finally able to find.
"You're shaking," she whispered, drawing his cheek near to hers.
"I'm nervous," he replied, swallowing hard, breathing in her intoxicating perfume.
"Why?" she smiled, her lips barely grazing his ear, causing the hairs in his arms to stand up.
"I don't know what this is," he signed, closing his eyes and lifting his chin as she laid soft kisses up and down his neck, struggling to catch his breath.
"I don't either," she murmured, an impassioned moan forming in her throat as his body pushed deeper into hers. "What should we do?"
He placed his palms on either side of her face, his determined gaze locked into her steel grey eyes. "We run with it."
And with those words, he leaned down and kissed her.
She'd imagined this moment for years, foolishly hoping that one day the boy she'd loved and lost would somehow find his way back to her. It was an irrational fantasy, but one that had kept her going during the hardest of times. But now it was real. It was happening and it was everything she remembered.
As their lips met she felt a strange sensation in her stomach, the fluttering of riding a roller coaster for the first time, shooting up to unimaginable heights, and then skyrocketing down twice as fast. No one else had ever made her feel like that before or since. His lips were soft and perfect, and she could feel his heart racing as he eased in closer, their bodies molding into one.
A soft moan escaped their lips, neither one knowing nor caring who it had come from. She was the first girl he'd ever kissed, the first one that had counted anyway. Despite believing he was some modern day Romeo back then, she was the experienced one, the girl who'd taught him how to do it right; when to be patient and when to be passionate; when to be slow and when to go so fast that it would steal her breath away. She'd been an amazing tutor, and he's always been a quick study.
The initial meeting of lips was slow and cautions, but soon followed by so much urgency and desire that she literally melted in his arms. Before long they both began to move in concord, devouring each other with their lips, mouths, and tongues as if that was the only way they could express how they felt.
They continued on for minutes until they finally broke apart, gasping for breath, their hearts racing, their faces flushed.
His head eased forward, his damp brow becoming hers.
"Is everyone staring?" he asked between breaths.
"Who the hell cares," she panted, her fingers making their way through his untamed hair.
"Maybe we should find somewhere more…."
She cut him off, talking his hand and literally dragging him from the veranda searching several outside doors until she finally found an unlocked one leading into the private residence.
They fell into the second story laundry room, stumbling over hampers and baskets towards the closest wall, neither one willing to let go of the other. The gentleness of minutes ago was set aside, replaced now by need and desire. His mouth became more demanding, more assertive, as waves of lust washed over her. She wanted him desperately.
The battled for position and dominance, exploring the other body feverishly before Wally lifted her atop a laundry table, the archer raising the hem of her skirt just slightly to allow him to move in closer. She grabbed his hips drawing him in tighter, as he growled in her shoulder, kissing her clavicle and up her neck line. His hands reached through the open sleeve of her dress, snaking their way to the skin of her back, when suddenly he paused, his fingers reaching the precipice of several jagged lines of scars that raced up and down her back, unwanted souvenirs of a tortuous life she wanted to forget.
Without acknowledging his discovery, she grabbed his hands, throwing them forward to allow her access to remove his jacket and tie. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt, nipping at his chest as he hissed at the sting of her mouth. Her tongue traced his pectoral muscles, driving him insane with desire when he grabbed her and brought her demanding lips back to his. Her hips were drawing ever closer to his now, to the point they could both feel the heat emanating underneath. They continued to tiptoe the boundary between control and chaos, their movements becoming primal, almost animalistic when the archer had had all she could take, frantically grabbing at his belt buckle and the button underneath. Wally let out a guttural man and then suddenly froze, catching her hands and easing back away from her.
His sudden rejection was like a knife though her heart. Once again she felt like damaged goods, that despite how close they'd become again, he still held some kind of resentment inside for what she'd done. She looked up with stinging eyes to see confusion and guilt draped across his face. He swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath, before stepping away nervously running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm …I'm sorry Artemis…I can't do this," he spoke despondently, unable to look her in the eyes.
That's when it hit her; these feelings, this need, this act, the last time he'd probably shared himself with another was with her. His wife, and the conflict in his eyes made her heart ache. Sex meant something special to him, it was personal, intimate, not the wanton act she and Zane were known perpetrate from time to time. The archer had to be careful now, to say or do something that would possibly damage what they'd just rediscovered was a risk she was not willing to take.
He prepared for her ire, when gentle hands, brought him back, the fever of lust fading as caring eyes cast down upon him.
"It's ok," she said softly, bringing his forehead to hers.
"Artemis I'm sorry."
"Shhhhh," she whispered. "I shouldn't have rushed things."
"You didn't," he corrected, "I did."
"Wally we don't…"
"I want this Artemis," he gestured between them. "This is kind of…new territory for me. I just need to take it slow….if that's ok. I know it sounds stupid."
"It's not stupid. I understand. I want this too, I want us, and I'm willing to wait as long as you need me to."
"What about your boyf…?"
She placed her hand over his mouth. "He's not my boyfriend, and you have nothing to worry about. I'm here with you. I want to be with you. He's a good man and a good friend, but he's remnant of another life. I'm looking forward now, not back, Care to join me?"
Wally smiled. "Yeah, I think I would."
"Let's straighten ourselves up and head back down and make sure everyone's behaving themselves," she smiled. He nodded, taking her hand and kissing it before placing it firmly into his.
They leaned out the door scanning both ends of the hallway before walking out hand in hand, just another lost couple who'd taken themselves on a self-guided tour of the mansion. They decided to take the long way back to the foyer, and Artemis leaned her had against his shoulder as they maneuvered the labyrinth Bruce Wayne called home.
"By the way, you haven't lost a step Mr. West."
Wally blushed. "I had a really good teacher."
"Yeah you did," she grinned. "What was his name again?"
Wally shook his head and laughed, leaning in and kissing her nose. "And there she is..." he chuckled. "Artemis Crock, moment killer."