Batman's Flash

Wally is certain that he had opted not to go to the big party being held by Gotham's prince, Bruce Wayne. He is also certain that he had told John Stewart not to force him into going. However, like usual, the Lantern ignored him, put him in a green bubble and carried him several hundred feet above the ground. High enough that Flash would be badly injured, but low enough to keep him from cushioning his fall. The two are dressed in civilian clothes because it was a casual party for a few select members of the League.

"John, you don't understand… he's only using the party as a cover!"

"For the last time, Bruce is not going to kill you."

"Yes, you convinced me of that earlier, but what about Jeeves!? If he raised Batman, he's gotta be one hell of a… a… scary dude!"

"Oh for God's sake."

"John… he's gonna have me killed! I wanna live to see you in a wheel chair being pushed by Shayera!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Wally sighs and slumps down in the bubble as the large mansion comes into view. It looks like an electric chair to the red head. How could his best friend be taking him to his death like this? John sets the bubble on the ground and takes hold of the panicked man's shirt.

"And I won't end up in a wheel chair."

Normally, Wally would have laughed at the stubborn tone in the marine's voice, but he is too busy looking for snipers. John pulls the speedster in through the large doors and is greeted by Alfred.

"Right this way." Alfred turns and leads the two men into a large ballroom.

"You two are always the last to arrive." Clark is the first to speak to them.

"We would have been here sooner had you come and helped me catch him, Clark."

John looks around the room to see who else is present. Just as he expected, it's just the seven of them plus Oliver Queen. They all seem to be having a good time, and it's then that John notices something unusual. He turns and releases Wally's shirt to smack him on the arm. The red head stops giving Alfred an accusing glare and looks over at his friend.

"Check it out." John points over at the table.

"What?" Wally follows the direction of the finger to see Bruce sitting with a rare grin and wearing a t-shirt with the Batman emblem on it. "No way."

"Did you notice what he's got quietly playing?" Clark slips his hands into his pockets and smiles brightly.

"Beethoven…?" In fact, it was the exact CD collection he had bought for the Bat.

"See? He's not going to kill you."

"I'll believe it when I leave alive tonight. This could just be cruel and unusual punishment."

Both John and Clark shake their heads and walk over to the table. There is no arguing with Wally when he gets paranoid. The speedster sighs and heads over to the table as well; better to be around a crowd then alone where Alfred can strike. He sits himself as far from Bruce as he can and as close to Shayera as she'll allow. She might help protect him somehow. Alfred places a glass of what looks to be soda on the table in front of Wally.

"As I recall, you enjoy Root Beer." Alfred moves over to hand another drink to John.

Wally stares at the glass and almost whimpers. Root Beer, his favorite drink ever, is sitting in front of him and he's worried that it's poisoned. So, he doesn't touch the drink all night and lets it sit in front of him. Several of his friends find it odd that Wally would turn down anything. Yet, all night, the red head doesn't eat or drink anything that is brought out. Nearing midnight, everyone starts saying their farewells and leaving the manor. Wally prepares to leave as well, but a tight grip lands on his arm.

"We need to talk." All color drains from the freckled face at Bruce's words.

"Right… talk."

Everyone except Wally and Bruce has left the ballroom. Wally is now terrified and refuses to look at the man behind him. Even when the hand releases his arm, the speedster's legs won't budge.

"You know… now that I've actually been listening to Beethoven, I'm beginning to enjoy it."

"Yeah, because all rich people do."

"I'm not going to kill you or have you killed."

"When I survive the night… I'll believe you."

"Well, I think you will survive… that book you bought me says not to threaten someone you want a relationship with."

Bruce looks at the redhead calmly with a small almost imperceptible smile. Unfortunately, the young man seems to be at a complete loss.

"Wally… where exactly… did you find this shirt?" The red head looks over at Bruce and the shirt.

"Um… Target. They have them for the original seven."

"I'd have preferred you kept this one and gave me a Flash shirt."

"Well, I'm sorry… huh?"

Bruce chuckles at the dumbfounded look on Wally's face. The younger man reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. The Bat can almost see all the thoughts flying through his mind. Wally tilts his head to the side and scrunches up his face.

"You… want a Flash shirt?"

"Yes."

"…Well… too bad! I got it first!" Wally laughs and is gone instantly.

Bruce raises an eyebrow. This was not the response he was hoping for at all. In fact, he was unsure that this was a good response. Alfred gives Bruce a questioning glance before cleaning up the table. There's suddenly a strange light appearing outside the windows. When they look outside they see the bat signal on the clouds in the sky. It appears that Wally will have to wait. The billionaire heads through the passage and down to the cave. He sheds the garb of Bruce Wayne for a more comfortable Kevlar Bat costume.

A week passes and Batman begins to grow impatient. Right after the night of the party, Flash left with Green Lantern, Vixen and Hawkgirl on some mission. It almost appeared as though Flash was avoiding Batman. This was becoming ridiculous, just how long did they have to be gone? They were just attending a meeting with the Green Lantern Corps. It should have been over three days ago! Where are they at? Batman glares at his computer's screen as if it would give him the answers he wanted.

"Hey, Bats!"

Batman just manages to turn in his chair when a red blur launches into his lap. The chair he's in isn't built for that and topples backwards. Wet lips land on Batman's and he finds it rather pleasant. When the lips break away the knight notices something different, something odd. There's a black t-shirt on over the red costume.

"Like my shirt? A friend made it for me." Flash holds the end of the black shirt out to display the words 'Property of Bats'. "Got you one too… I wanted it to say 'Property of Flash' but she didn't agree."

Flash holds up another shirt, this one's red, and Batman chuckles. It says 'Owner of Flash'. A black gloved hand takes the shirt and sits up ever so slightly to slide it on over his costume. Flash smiles brightly before he finds himself underneath a very foreboding, but smirking, Batman.

"I think it'll do."

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It isn't until a few days later when Batman catches Flash at the Metrotower and asks him about his 'friend' that made the shirts. It turns out to be Batgirl and Supergirl. Instead of feeling relieved that it's someone inside the League, Batman feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. Yes, it's going to be a very, very long year.

Y'know... I wanted to do an April Fool's story like how Mists did....... but that went bye bye.

That just proves you never come up with an idea and then go to sleep! Oh well.. such as life.