Flashing The Batman

Tracking a speedster is near impossible for most people, but Batman isn't most people. He sits in the Flash's apartment, dressed as Bruce Wayne and waiting impatiently. He doesn't like sneaking into people's places when he's not Batman, but luckily the landlady was more than happy to let him it. So, all that he needs to do is wait until the annoying red blur comes home. As he sits on the couch, Bruce glances through around the apartment.

Clean and well decorated. It still surprises Bruce, no matter how long he's been sitting and waiting. It just boggles his mind. He looks out the window and sees the sun setting in the reflections of windows across the street. Flash has to come home some time. Bruce didn't want to stay here all night; he has to patrol Gotham tonight. The waiting has paid off, Flash zips into the apartment with five pizza boxes. The speedster runs into his bedroom and comes back out clad in boxers and a T-shirt.

"Wally."

"Jesus! What the fu-… Bats?"

"Right now, it's Bruce."

"What… are you doing in my place?"

"Waiting for you."

Wally's face suddenly flushes to match his hair. It only makes Bruce dig himself deeper in the fact that the red head knows something.

"Why?"

"You know something about my fan."

"Nope!" Wally smiles nervously and heads into his kitchen.

Bruce grumbles a bit and stands from the couch, heading for the kitchen. Wally's sitting at a table and eating from the boxes of pizza he'd brought home. The billionaire pulls out a chair and sits down glaring over at the other man.

"Wally. Who is it?"

"I don't know!"

Bruce frowns and stands abruptly from the chair. "Then I'll find out myself."

Wally watches as Bruce walks out of the kitchen and does not turn towards the front door. Instead, the tall, dark and handsome man turns straight towards the bedroom. Alarms start to sound in the speedsters head and he gets up zooming over to block the bedroom's door. Bruce expected it and smirks evilly at the younger man. Wally blinks at the suddenly devilish disposition that the human bat has taken.

"You know."

The red head nearly groans, of course, that's why he seems so smug.

"Ba- er… Bruce. It's complicated."

"I doubt that." The billionaire's eyebrows furrow.

"Look. How about you go… do whatever Bats do to prepare for the night. I'll tell you everything tomorrow, okay?"

"No."

"Oh, come on! Please?!"

"No, you'll just run."

Wally huffs lightly at the accusation that he would run from Batman, the man who can find anyone. He crosses his arms over his chest and squares his shoulders.

"I won't run. There's no place I could hide anyways."

"True… but I'm getting annoyed by the secret admirer gifts, it needs to stop."

Bruce doesn't give the other a chance to reply and manages to slip past. He enters the bedroom and sees nothing out of the ordinary. So, why was Wally trying to keep him out of the room? Then, something catches his eye. There's a small pile of papers on a desk. He steps towards the desk and glances at them. They look like rough drafts for something. Wally sees that Bruce has noticed the papers on his desk and panics. He does the only thing he can think of, runs. Sure, Batman can find anyone, but if he keeps moving that has to make it harder.

Bruce notices that Wally's left the building, but the papers intrigue him. He flips through them and grins; apparently Flash's planning on confessing to someone. At first, it seems like some girl in the League, he supposed it was Fire, but then it changes. On one of the papers, there's little scribblings of Batman and his emblem. That's when a thought enters his mind. The Justice Lords had them held captive and when Flash escaped he set Batman free first. When he was set free, he had given Flash the code that he uses for everything.

That's how the gifts were getting into his room. Flash was the one leaving them and judging by what he saw on the desk. Flash was the one that was his secret admirer. Dozens of curses flew through his mind as he realized that it was obvious. Flash had always teased him about human relations and told him he should read up on them. He asked if he had little bat toys hidden away in some room of Wayne Manor. He also blasted several of Beethoven's symphonies over the speakers in the Watchtower. Always claiming that rich people loved Beethoven when caught.

There were even a couple of times when Flash asked if he even owned a regular t-shirt. Everything lined up with Flash. Batman had always wondered why Flash just couldn't leave him alone. Why the speedster was constantly talking to him about nonsense and waiting for reactions. Bruce steps out of the room and looks around the apartment. Since Wally left, he supposes he should just leave everything alone and wait until the fastest man alive isn't also the most anxious man alive. He leaves the apartment, locking the door behind him and heads back to Gotham.

He also has some thinking to do. Sure he never really wanted too much in a relationship with Wonder Woman. It was always easier to just let everyone believe he did. In fact, after the whole even with Circe, they sat down and had a serious conversation. Wonder Woman was the one to notice that he had no real interest in her, at least not romantically. He was rather grateful she had taken it so well. In fact, there were rumors that she was currently involved in some kind of relationship with another man. This isn't going to be easy. As he reaches his car, he pulls out his car's phone.

"Alfred. I'm on my way back. Let Batgirl and Robin know I'm not going on patrol tonight."

"Find out who your admirer is, sir?"

"Yes… not exactly who I expected."

"I see."

Bruce starts the engine and starts to drive off to Gotham. Wally is now in Superman's fortress of solitude in a fit of panic. He's rambling on about when Batman gets a hold of him all the pain that he, The Fastest Man Alive, is going to be in. Superman sits silently, watching the young man.

"Wally… I'm sure it won't be that bad."

"Are you kidding me!? He'll have me thrown off the top of Wayne Corporation's building!"

"I don't think he'll go that far, he doesn't kill."

"Not as Batman he doesn't! He could dress up as some villain and do it! You'd never know!" Flash throws himself down onto one of the seats near Superman. "Of all the people… why couldn't it have been you?"

"Heh… because you would have had to fight off Lois."

"Oh, right." Wally shuddered and the idea of dealing with a possessive Lois Lane.

"Well… Batman's always known for surprises."