(A/N: I'm going to try and update at LEAST once every two days~ The more reviews the quicker the update too! BTW there is NO slash here! Just Wally being a good friend *I couldn't write a good slash even if I wanted to so XD* ^-^
OH one more thing… so many of you guessed Superman and so, guess what, you actually influenced me to add a bit to it! He wasn't originally even in the picture =P So thank you, because I was actually a bit in need of length on this one~ See what reviews do! Thank you! Now enjoy~)
Dick just sat on the couch, staring at the black TV in front of him… None of this seemed real to him, it just couldn't be. He'd never even dreamed this would happen, so… it couldn't be real… could it?
Just then, his phone vibrated in the pockets on the sweatpants he'd warn to bed. Slowly, Dick fished it out and checked to see what was up.
"One new message – Wally West" the screen read. Dick hit "read".
"Hey dude, I heard bout wat happened. Im so srry, tht sux," he'd texted.
Dick sighed, running a shaky hand threw his hair before texting back.
"Yeah… it does, majorly," he replied and then his send.
Wally took only seconds to send him back another text.
"So wat r u gonna do? Wat bout the team?" he asked.
"…I really don't no what Im gonna do… and it sort of scares me," he told his friend honestly.
This time, Wally did pause a while before replying.
"I'm coming over," he said simply when he did send a text back. Dick sighed, he knew there was no stopping his friend at this point, he'd be here in a little under a minute… He just hoped Bruce wouldn't mind.
Only twenty seconds later, Dick heard a knock at the door. He closed his eyes, laying his head back on the couch while he listened to Alfred answer it.
"Why, hello Master Wally… Dick is in the Living Room I believe," Alfred greeted the speedster, his voice carrying through the halls and to Dick's expert ears.
"Thanks Alfred," Wally replied.
Dick listened as his friend came down the hall…and then sat next to him.
"Dude, I know you're not asleep," he said after a while. Dick opened one eye to look at his best friend.
"A guy can pray," he teased with a slight smirk on his face.
"Thanks," Wally said, placing a dramatic hand on his heart, "I run all the way over here to hang out with my best bud in his hour of need –" Dick snickered, even though it was sort of true "– and you sit here insulting me. I'm hurt."
Dick slugged his friend in the shoulder. "Man up," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Wally smiled, but then his face became serious.
"So it was Bullock who did this?" he asked and Dick nodded.
"Yeah… how did you find out?" he asked, not out of disbelief that his friend knew, but curiosity on how the word was being spread.
"Uncle Barry told me… and then we watched it on the news," he said, kind of wincing a bit. "I'm sorry."
"You said that already," Dick groaned, putting a hand on his head. He was stressing out a bit and it was giving him a headache.
Wally patted his friend on the shoulder. "We should gather up the team… Get your mind off of this. We could just hang out… or…"
"OR talk about this and what the heck I'm gonna do about it," Dick finished for him. "Yeah, THAT will get my mind off of it."
Wally sighed, rolling his eyes. "Okay, so, if not that, what DO you want to do?"
Dick peered up at his friend. "Well, I did manage to get my hands on Call of Duty: MW3 and –"
Wally's eyes lit up and he instantly cut his friend off in his excitement. "That hasn't even come out yet!" he exclaimed in disbelief.
Dick laughed. "I haven't opened it yet, either. My Xbox 360 is already hooked up in my room –" he tried to say, but his friend cut him off yet again.
"I call the blue controller!" he shouted before dashing up the stairs.
"Hey! Not fair, you have super speed," Dick called out, racing after his friend.
Wally's laugh echoed down the stairs.
"I'm still gonna whoop your butt!" Dick shouted as he headed into his room. His worries were momentarily forgotten as the two started up the game system and began to play. Wally smiled; mission accomplished.
…. …. …. …. ….
Bruce sighed, not quite sure what to say. "Yeah… after what I saw on TV I decided it would be best to talk with you…" he finally spoke.
"Ah… you did see that… Well, I should have assumed as much considering it was about you. I'd have watched too if the situation had been reversed," Gordon said, nodding to himself as he drove his car back to the police station.
Bruce took in a deep breath before finally saying what had been on his mind when he'd dialed the phone.
"Thank you… what you did out there… it meant a lot to me," he said honestly.
"Of course, you're my friend," Gordon told him just as honestly. Bruce smiled to himself.
There was a pause before either spoke again, and when they did, Gordon spoke up first.
"So… is it true? Are you really Bruce Wayne? I mean, the picture could be a fake…" he asked.
Bruce paused, he could deny it, he wanted to so bad… but he knew it would do no good… The truth was already out there, and though it sucked, he'd have to live with it. Besides, he'd always wanted to tell Jim, and now was his chance.
"Yes… I'm Bruce Wayne," he finally said. Gordon sighed on his end of the phone, running a hand through his hair.
"Wow… I never would have guessed that," he mumbled to himself.
Bruce grunted. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he questioned.
Gordon chuckled a bit. "Nothing, it's just, you were so good at hiding it, so no one would ever suspect you…"
"That's the point of an alias," Bruce said, rolling his eyes a bit, but a smile played at the corner of his mouth.
"Look… even though I know now… it's not going to change anything. Now, I'm not quite sure yet how people are going to react to this, but I'll do whatever I can to help you out, just know that, okay?" Gordon said sternly.
Bruce nodded, although he knew Gordon couldn't see it. "Alright, thank you," was his stiff reply. The offer meant more to him than the actual thought of help. Any amount of police offers wouldn't be able to handle the Joker if the Joker really wanted to get to him.
"Look, I have to go now; I'm at the police station." Gordon told him.
"I understand, good-bye Commissioner," Bruce said.
"Good-bye…" Gordon replied, not sure what to call him, so he just hung-up.
The second the phone announced "call ended", Bruce began to dial another number for he had one more call to make before he could really focus on anything else.
He wondered if the man would even pick up, it seemed like he never answered his cell phone anyways, but Bruce didn't want to call him at work, because then they really wouldn't be able to talk.
The phone rang… once… twice… a third time… and went to voicemail. The message started to play when it was suddenly cut off with a beep.
"Hello?"
"Ah, so you decided to pick up," Bruce said and the person on the other end of the line rolled their eyes.
"Yes, I did. I almost didn't, but when I saw it was you calling –" he began to say but Bruce cut him off.
"You realized it was important so you actually answered?" he finished and the person chuckled.
"Sure… well yes, we do need to talk because this… issue IS rather important. This revelation could put the whole League into a vulnerable area, what if they use your identity to find out ours? Have you considered that? If even one more of us have our cover blown because of this –" he began to rant, but Bruce quickly cut him off.
"It's possible but not probable… and it hopefully WON'T happen. You'll all just have to be more careful," Bruce told him firmly.
"Look who's being an optimist for once, sort of," he grumbled. "But, Bruce, you honestly have to consider what we would do IF that were to happen! If the League's cover is blown entirely than –"
"That means no more heroes, I understand that Clark! You think that wasn't one of the first things I THOUGHT about whenever I realized this had happened? It's worrying me to but we have to work to try and find a way to avoid that," Bruce told his teammate firmly.
Clark sighed, running a hand through his hair. There was a pause before he spoke again.
"We need to call a meeting, for both teams, this involves them too through Robin," Clark suggested.
Bruce didn't speak for a second, thinking about it.
"What time?" he finally asked.
"The sooner the better," Clark said. "I'll contact J'onn and have him start calling everyone together. We'll be at the Watchtower of course and the teens will be at Mt. Justice…. I think we should give them some time to talk about all of this amongst themselves before we talk to them about it."
Bruce nodded. "I agree and they'll want to do that, anyways… I think they should meet before us, I know Robin will want some time to talk with them about all of this since he WAS the only one who hadn't told them his identity and now they had to find out about it through someone who wasn't even SUPPOSED to know either of our identities in the first place… HECK, he shouldn't have been following us! No one gave him the right to do so and I should have noticed him. I can't believe I didn't! I was too relaxed that night, I wasn't paying attention, I –"
"Bruce, this is NOT your fault!" Clark cut him off with a shout. He sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I knew you would do this whenever I heard about it, you always try to take the blame on yourself, but for once it's not even CLOSE to being your fault so STOP IT. Besides, you know what that does to Richard whenever you –"
"Don't you dare pull the father card on me whenever you still neglect to even take the time to say one word to Connor," Bruce told him firmly.
Clark let out a harsh, audible breath. "No, we're NOT getting into that argument now Bruce, we have bigger things to talk about," he snapped.
"Then don't talk about my parenting skills or anything related to Dick and I's relationship," Bruce growled.
"Alright, alright, calm down," Clark told Bruce. "… Look, I'll cal J'onn and get him to get M'gann ready and I'll have him gather the rest of Young Justice, too. Why don't you just take Dick to the Mountain now?"
Bruce pressed his lips into a firm line, he felt like he was being ordered, and he hated that feeling, but he agreed.
"Fine, but tell J'onn for me not to call Barry, Wally is over here," Bruce said.
"Of course, I'll call you again later Bruce whenever we get the other meeting arranged… It will probably be in twenty minutes or so," Clark told him.
"Alright, I'll have my phone on me, as per usual," Bruce replied.
"Good-bye Bruce," Clark said.
"Good-bye Clark," Bruce replied, and then he hung up. He put his phone away and pinched the bridge of his nose… this was just too much at once, he was starting to get a headache.
He only let himself sort of "relax" for a little bit though before he got back to work, heading to his room first and changing into his outfit, keeping the cowl down as he went to the Dining Room next.
"Alfred, I'm sorry but we'll have to skip breakfast," he told the butler who simply nodded.
"I understand sir, just call if you need me to fix a quick Lunch or something," Alfred told Bruce, who nodded.
"Of course, thank you," he said with a slight smile.
Alfred placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "It's my job," was his simple reply before he headed back into the Kitchen to clean up.
After he was gone, Bruce turned around and headed upstairs and into Dick's room.
"Boys, get changed, we're going to the Mountain," he told them when they looked up from their video game. "You brought your outfit, right Wally?"
Wally nodded. "Yes sir," was his instinctive reply, he always felt like he had to be sort of formal around Bruce.
Bruce just nodded. "Then meet me in the cave in five minutes," he told them and then left.
(A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, once again! They really do mean a lot to me, every single one~ The next chapter will mostly be all about Dick talking to his team about all of this… I hope you guys like it ^-^
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