Uncle Wally and Daddy Roy part 2
Iris had sat both five year olds down onto the couch, Barry wouldn't make eye contact and Oliver just looked bored. "Barry, why and how did you change yourself and Oliver into five year olds?" Barry didn't make eye contact with his wife, "Well, I, uh…hehehe." Barry rubbed the back of his neck and finally took out a small flask from his pocket, "This stuff did it, I got Ollie to drink some by putting it in his drink then I drank some, but there is still enough for two more people." Ollie just stared at him like he was the biggest idiot on Earth. "Barry! You were supposed to give that to Bruce!" The green eyed blonde threw his head back and started hitting his head on the back of the couch, "You…Are…An…Idiot, you know that right?" Barry's face went red and he looked down, "I'm not ALL the time."
Wally and Roy sat the kitchen counter watching all of this, Wally face-palmed when Barry said he still had the stuff and he heard Roy groan in annoyance. Iris grabbed her car keys and left with the look on her face that usually meant she needed alone time because they blew up the garage again, leaving the boys with their five year old "father" figures. "So, hehehe, ice cream?" Barry smiled sheepishly up at them, and Roy glared down, Wally just shrugged, "How bad can walking to the ice cream parlor be?" Oliver and Roy gave the speedster's similar faces before sighing in defeat. "Fine," they groaned and headed for the door. Wally and Barry snickered at their similar actions, because they always denied the similarities. Wally left Aunt Iris a note and they left the house.
The walk in the early summer heat was fine, until Wally ran into the two people he was hoping he wouldn't; he was really regretting him and Barry running ahead of Roy and Ollie. James and Hartley walked down the avenue bored, not sure what to do until they saw the familiar shock of red that was Wally's hair. "Hartley look! It's Wally, can we say hi? Please." Hartley just rolled his eyes, but considering they had nothing better to do they went over and were shocked to see a five year old with Wally. James smiled happily, "Hi Wally, whose that, and where have you been? I had to play darts with Hartley last weekend because you didn't show up," Wally mentally groaned. He didn't feel like dealing with the youngest rogues, but Barry had to say something, "Well, I'm obviously NOT a de-aged Flash." James' eyes went huge, and that was the last thing both boys saw before he pulled out a sack and a pipe and they were enveloped into darkness.
Oliver and Roy sat at the parlor for over an hour waiting for the speedsters to arrive. They never showed, at first they thought they were pranking them, but then they knew one thing about speedsters, they will NEVER joke about getting food. "We should look for them, Barry is late but never this late," Roy nodded knowing Wally was rarely late but if with his uncle, could get sidetracked easily. The retraced their route and observed every part of it, about half way back they noticed something was dragged into the alley. Following the marks they led into an old building. They went in and saw more marks in the dust layer that led to the garage. A car and recently been there because the trier marks were recently new. Ollie groaned, "I think we know where they are," Roy nodded rubbing the bridge of his nose, "The Rogues."
Wally's head pounded and he didn't feel like getting up but the constant shaking finally got him up. He opened his bleary eyes and came face to face with sky-blue ones, "Hi sleepy-head." His Uncle's five year old voice finally shook the last of him out of Ditzy-Ville. Wally tried to rub the sore spot on his head but found his hand tied behind his back, he took in more of his surroundings, they were obviously knock out by James and Hartley…more-so James, and stuffed into a sack before they got to enjoy this blind car ride. "Kid, remind me to not, let you go out by yourself if this is how it usually happens." Wally smirked, "This, no this is not how it usually happens. They usually drag me for the street and it takes a while to knock me out or I get invited over, this is because I didn't expect it." His kid-uncle did not look pleased with that answer and continued to struggle with the ropes. "Don't bother Uncle Barry, they are escape proof. Just sit back and enjoy the car ride, because the Bird-Boy owes me a free pizza for saying I couldn't get kidnapped more than him." Barry stopped his struggling, "You betted on that?" Wally gave him the look of, 'what else would we bet on?' Before Barry could answer the car stopped and they were being dragged somewhere, but they had a good feeling they knew where.
Roy and the five-year old Oliver watched at Trickster pulled the sack into the usual warehouse the rogues stayed in followed by the un-amused Piper. "They are definitely here, why else would Trickster have the sack?" Roy seemed very suspicious about all of this and was barely listening to Oliver until he heard, "…just go up and ask for them back, then…" Roy snapped his head to the five year old, "Ask for them? What kind of rogues would give them back?" Roy was still unfamiliar with the rogues of Central, "Roy, they will give them back if you ask nicely, their Flash's rogues. Softest of the bunch." He stared at the five-year old in doubt, but gave in. "Fine, let's do it your way."
The sack opened blinding the two speedsters for a minute before they could clearly see the two other Rogues. "Hi Boomer, Cold…you wouldn't mind untying us would you?" They all just stared at the five year old, "What? Is there something in my face?" He turned to Wally who was trying hard not to laugh. "Really! What's so funny?" "You, Flash, you." Wally cracked, his laughter filling the usually quiet warehouse, "Looks like you're the Baby Flash now!" Barry's face went red only making James scoop him up and snuggle him, "I think he's cuter than Wally," Hartley shrugged and walked over to the couch, Cold shook from shock an went back to his book while Boomer kind of stood there confused. Wally though felt something he didn't expect to feel…jealousy. "How on Earth did Flash get turned into a little Joey?" Wally was left completely forgotten as he did the trick Robin taught him to get his hands in front of him before pushing himself up onto his feet. Barry just glared at the Rogues, he didn't like the babying, he was about to retort when Roy and Oliver walked into the hide-out. "We need them back now." Trickster shrugged and untied Barry's hand and gave him back to Roy, "Wally is staying though to make-up for the missed dart game." Roy shrugged and left with the kids leaving Wally behind.
As Roy led them down the street a very familiar presence was detected by the three-some. Roy turned around calmly and face the Bat. "Have you figured out a way to fix this?" "No, I need the original to do so." Roy snatched the drink away from Barry and handed it to the Bat. "How long will this take?" "Long enough," and with that the bat disappeared. When they arrived back at Barry's house an hour later, Batman was already there with the antidote. "Drink," they did as they were told and passed out imminently. Batman picked up the five year olds and started for the nearest Zeta-beam with only telling Roy he needed to see Zatarra to reverse the effects.
-EPILOUGE-
The Allen's home was back to normal, at least as normal as you can get with two speedsters living there. Barry was back to normal and Wally seemed fine with that. The Rogues seemed a little sad but now were bothering Wally more, seeing that he was growing up too fast for them. Roy actually started visiting Oliver more, to the millionaire's surprise and happiness. Of course, Roy stopped visiting after just one week when Ollie all of a sudden lost a thousand dollars. At least until Wally starting playing with an unknown object in Zatanna's stuff.
A/N: YAY! I finished! I am thinking of trashing Shall We Continue, if you still like that story tell me, because I don't think I am getting enough support on my first story. Hoped you enjoyed this and are going to enjoy If the Rogues were Evil! I love this story already, I can tell you that. REVIEW!