During the week Bruce usually didn't wake up with Wally in his arms. Usually he took the time to catch up on sleep, when he didn't need to be anywhere, and Wally needed to be at work.

But that's what he woke up to today and Bruce knew from the way the sun streamed into the room that Wally was late.

He sighed and closed his eyes again, patting Wally with a hand. "Wally, wake up." He received some murmuring for his effort. "You're late."

A lazy snort followed. "Late?" Wally slurred sleepily. "How late?"

Bruce couldn't suppress the small quirk of his lips, despite Wally not seeing it. "You start in five minutes…"

At first there was no reply and Bruce figured he had to wake Wally up again if it weren't for the sudden rush of movements and his arms being speedster-less.

Cracking his eyes open again, Bruce watched as Wally got ready in the bathroom, zipping around and doing several things at once. "Don't forget to eat," Bruce reminded him.

"No time," Wally said as he stood beside the bed and gave Bruce a peck on his cheeks, grinning down at him with windswept hair. He never did that.

Bruce just grunted in response. "Of course you do. Raid the kitchen." Which earned him a huff and a soft whoosh as Wally speed away.

How someone like Wally could even think about skipping any kind of meal was beyond Bruce. At least now he was there to remind his boyfriend to not forget about it.

Content that Wally wouldn't go hungry to work Bruce rolled over and went back to sleep.

Standing on a roof in plain daylight felt unnatural to him. His dark suit blended in perfectly with the night but it stood out against the city during the day.

At least he wasn't in Gotham.

Bruce had tracked Green Lantern's movements the past few days, since the hero didn't seem to focus his efforts on just one city like they did. But everyone fell into patterns at one point and Green Lantern didn't seem to be an exception. All he needed now was Wally.

The speedster had once mentioned that he knew GL. The only problem was that Green Lantern never really showed up in Central to confirm this. His research contradicted what Wally said but he wouldn't ignore him that easily.

However when it came to Wally, facts sometimes didn't mean anything. Which was why he opted to seek Green Lantern out together. It was best to get out of the way whatever was wrong here.

Bruce stepped to the edge of the roof and surveyed the city, searching for a green light in the sky. The hero was either late or not showing up.

The sound of wind suddenly moving in a different direction reached his ears and he turned just in time for Wally to put his arms around Bruce's neck and kiss him.

Smiling, he let Wally indulge and kissed back. They weren't in Gotham after all.

Wally drew back and smiled at Bruce, turning to look over the city. "Did you find him yet?"

He mimicked his other and surveyed the city once more. "He's probably just late."

"I can check the other end of the city?"

"No, we will wait." The chance of Wally spotting Green Lantern and engaging him in a talk without Bruce was too high. He trusted Wally but there were too many inconsistencies between his research and Wally's tale.

Wally gently took his hand, drawing another small smile from him, as they kept staring at the sky.

"Did you hear?" Wally asked curiously but continued to look out.

"Hear what?"

"That all around the world the higher ups are talking about shutting down weapons of any kind."

Yes. Bruce had followed these news as well. A strange development, considering that humans never liked giving away power. Even if it was just the power to threaten. Something strange was going on.

But he had thought Wally would like these news. "What do you think about it?"

Wally's fingers twitched in his hand and he fidgeted on his feet before replying. "It's weird. I mean, it might just be the step in the right direction but...it's still weird. I can't explain why. "He shrugged and briefly glanced at Bruce who continued to look ahead.

There was no time to respond as they spotted the green light and Wally let go of Bruce's hand. "There," he pointed out and vibrated on the spot. "I'll go and get his attention."

"Flash, wait we-," but he was already gone, zipped over to another roof and waving up at the green hero. With a sigh Bruce took out his batclaw and followed after him.

It took him almost a minute before his feet touched the roof upon which Wally stood and Green Lantern hovered above, having been drawn closer by the Speedster's call.

Bruce could immediately see a change in Wally's posture. It wasn't as open as he was used to. Walking closer to them, he could just make out the last few words from Wally.

"-not Green Lantern."

Green Lantern hovered before them, giving Bruce a confused look before turning to Wally.

"This ring says otherwise." Lantern's tone wasn't hostile, just put out.

"I know GL," Wally almost ground out. It was strange seeing him act this way. "And you're not him."

"Listen," GL started again. "You're probably confusing me with someone else. I'm Green Lantern, protector of sector-"

"Sector 2814, I know." Tense silence followed. Neither of them knew what to say to Wally. Apparently he did know a Green Lantern but not this one.

"Where's Hal?" The question had been asked in a tired, small voice. So unlike the anger before. Lantern obviously knew who he was talking about.

"You know him?"

"He's family," Wally shot back, still waiting for a reply while Bruce's back got even more rigid. Family was a big topic for Wally, not unlike for him but in a different manner.

It was time to step in. "You're not related." By the look Wally gave him it might have been the wrong thing to say.

"Not by blood." No. Of course not. Blood relations didn't mean anything compared to build family bonds to him.

Wally turned back to Lantern who seemed to have picked up on the seriousness of it all. "He's in space," he said, looking out for Wally's reaction. "For the next few years. I don't know when he'll be back...sorry."

Something changed again. Bruce could see Wally fighting for words but nothing came out and before he could say anything to him Wally was gone.

The tension slowly ebbed away and Bruce turned to Green Lantern. He'd have to follow Wally after this. Had to do damage control. "I have a proposal to make."

"Will he be alright?"

The question briefly threw him off.

He slightly inclined his head. "Yes. I'll go after him in a minute. The proposal is about forming a team where-"

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

Irritation bubbled in his stomach. "What is?"

"Us, working together." Lantern nodded in the direction Wally had most likely vanished in.

Bruce couldn't imagine anyone having problems working together with Wally. What Green Lantern had just seen wasn't the norm.

"He will feel guilty in less than an hour. Don't worry about it." Wally had a strong sense of self and disliked judging people based on nothing. He would probably already feel bad about it.

He waited to see if Lantern had more to say and when nothing came he continued. "There's a meet up next Saturday, the other's we asked will show up as well."

"..where?"

"Outside of Gotham. We will communicate the details later this week," he said as he took out a small communicator, handing it over to Lantern who took it. "Think about it. You don't have to…"

Green Lantern nodded and put the communicator away and started to hover upwards.

"Don't let what happen earlier shadow your decision," Bruce added as an afterthought. "I know Flash. Next time he'll apologize." If not even earlier than that.

Lantern didn't reply and simply flew up, continuing his round.

Bruce moved to the edge of the roof, calling Batwing and Alfred at the same time.

"Did Wally show up a few minutes ago?" Bruce asked when Alfred picked up.

"No, at least not to my knowledge."

Then he must have gone to his flat. "Alright. We won't be coming home today then."

"Of course. I'll keep the food in the fridge for Master Wallace." He could already hear Alfred moving around.

"Thank you. Have a nice night Alfred," Bruce said as he entered the Batwing, setting course to Central.

It didn't take as long as it felt to reach the familiar building of Wally's flat.

He entered through the bedroom window, taking off his cowl immediately. Making quick work of the batsuit, Bruce changed into something more comfortable. They sometimes, rarely, spent time in the flat, which was why there were already a few of Bruce's outfits in the closet.

Walking into the living room Bruce found Wally exactly where he thought he would be. Wedged in between his couch and the backrest of said couch. A habit the Speedster seemed to take to in times of emotional distress. Whether it was to suffocate or ground himself Bruce wasn't sure of. He hadn't asked.

Without saying anything he moved closer and gently put a hand on Wally's shoulder.

Wally just made a sound which Bruce would've classified as sad.

Sighing, Bruce scooted up on the couch and put his arms around Wally, spooning him from behind. The couch was hardly big enough and he felt as if he would fall off any second.

For the sake of Wally he would endure however.

"I'm sorry," Wally mumbled into the fabric. His voice sounded like he had cried.

Bruce hummed and just pulled him closer. "It's alright," he murmured into Wally's hair. "Nothing bad happened. I dealt with it."

Neither said anything after that, the silence heavy. Bruce could feel Wally trying to say something but it seemed as if he hadn't found the right words yet. So he let him ponder on it.

After minutes Wally shifted somewhat, turning his head slightly upwards to get some air. "Why is everyone always leaving me," he suddenly said in a hushed voice. "He didn't even come to say goodbye...he...Hal just left."

If what Wally had said earlier, when they had met Green Lantern, had been the truth, then this Hal seemed to be his last remaining...family, at least what Wally considered family. Bruce couldn't imagine how it would feel if Alfred just vanished out of the blue.

"He's not gone forever," Bruce argued. Green Lantern didn't know when this Hal would come back but he was out there. He would have to return at some point.

"He might as well be," Wally almost scowled, hurt radiating from his very being to which Bruce replied with squeezing him briefly.

"He will come back and then you can give him a piece of your mind." Maybe the prospect of speaking his mind would cheer Wally up. At least somewhat.

"I doubt he would say hello if he didn't even say goodbye."

"I'll keep an eye out for anyone returning from space then." It was an easy promise. He had a few satellites up there. Letting them look for one more thing was hardly an inconvenience.

Wally didn't reply to that and stared at the ceiling, blinking a few times. He opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped. "..oh-,"

Suddenly he tensed up and groaned. After two seconds of this he went lax.

"Wally?!" Bruce quickly let go of the other to gently turn his face towards him, mindful of the angle. "Wally, hey…," he said once more concerned.

Green eyes blinked open, the pupils blown wide before shrinking back as if he had a concussion. They stopped dilating again when they reached a normal state.

"Huh?" Wally looked confused and Bruce put a hand through the red hair.

"You just fell unconscious. What happened? Are you hurt?" Bruce could barely keep the urgency out of his voice. Someone just didn't simply fall unconscious on a couch from nothing.

"Uh..headache again. It's gone," Wally said and meant to sit up but Bruce didn't let him.

"Again? Like that one time?"

"Yeah..like that one time..or the times after that."

"Other times?" There was something wrong with Wally and he hadn't told him? "When?!"

"Every day. Once."

Bruce was silent at the admission and Wally had the decency to look like a fool. "It's not that bad…"

Of course it was bad. "The first time you had it you came to me with a bruised face. You call that nothing?" Bruce's nostrils flared in preparation to take control over this situation. He was done letting Wally be if the other couldn't take this serious. "We're going to do blood tests. For real this time. Understood?"

Wally pursed his lips, his hands playing with his shirt. "Not today?" He gave Bruce a wide eyed look, his eyes still rimmed red and his hair disheveled. He looked tired.

Bruce could do nothing but sigh. Maybe he would relinquish a bit of control. "Tomorrow then. No excuses. I'll order some food." With that he petted Wally's head once more and stood up, leaving the speedster on the couch.

"We're going to stay here?"

"Yes, for tonight." Tomorrow they would go home and deal with this.