Chapter SEVEN of One Bat-family too many! Sorry for the long wait though…I feel so ashamed…
Anyway, here we go, I won't hold you much longer, it's—oh wait…I'm doing it again.
On with the story!
"Ugh I am POOPED!" Wally cried, after his long-awaited shower, as he plopped down next to Robin.
"Totally," Stephanie said, plopping right down next to him.
Wally jumped, surprised not only the fact that she had gone ninja on him, as Dick had too many, many times, but also that she was willing to talk to him.
In their minds, Bats are anti-social, except for the robins, but in this case this was absolutely different. The ones with 'Bat' in their names were somewhat nice and mild-mannered, if not save a little quiet.
And the ones with 'Robin' are anti-social or violent and somewhat discriminating, if it can be called that. (That little brat called him a low-life once and mocked him for not having 'exceptional genes' like him, whatever that meant).
Though he had meet Batgirl, and she had been fun enough,( the Team did not yet know of this fact, something about Batgirl being separate and a little about Robin worrying about a how a certain member of the Team would react to how close he and Batgirl is*wink wink*)
And don't even get him started on this 'Red Hood' guy who disappeared right after training with most of the Bat-members.
But since he had never really interacted with this Batgirl before…
"Uh, yeah, I mean Canary really puts her everything in training us on how to be BAMF, which is good I guess, I mean imagine how much this works when we get to kick some major bad-guy butt!"
Stephanie smirked, and lay back on the couch, hands placed behind her head.
"Wait till' you see how she gets when she trains me and Black Bat over there, then you'll be glad you weren't stuck with her," she said, then added, eyes half-closed, "But then again, you're right, she does really put everything in her training, no?" she said, winking playfully at Wally and Dick.
Then, she stood up, brushed off her uniform and headed to her room, which was somehow painted p—eggplant, on the first day, leaving a very confused, bat-language amateur Wally and a snickering Robin laughing at his friend's expense.
"Did she just—"
"Don't even think about it Wall-man, no girl in her right mind would ever date a retard like you."
"Gee thanks Best friend, but I'm giving it a shot!" he said, shooting up from his seat in the sofa.
"Um Wally, I don't think it's such a good idea to go into her—"
Suddenly there was a bang and a sound of a baseball bat hitting a bag of flour, a squeal, and Wally came walking, WALKING in, with a black eye and holding a hand to his gut. Turned out the admittedly girlish squeal came from Wally, and the baseball and flour thing was actually 'Batgirl's fist and Wally's gut—ouch.
"—room," Robin finished, sighing at the end.
Wally groaned, plopping onto the sofa again, the black eye starting to heal already, but with how dark it was, Robin suspected that it might take a week or so before the throbbing stopped.
"Smooth, West, smooth," Robin said, after a pause, snickering a bit.
"Shut up," he moaned, still clutching his gut.
"…"
"…"
"I told you so."
Wally groaned.
Robin grinned like the little troll he was.
THISISALINEBREAK!
Tim could not hold in the grin he was trying THIS HARD to hold in when he saw Wally walk in the next day with a black eye.
It turned out even the wonders of speedster metabolism could not bear the force which was otherwise known as Stephanie Brown's fist.
He had heard from Cass which was there when it happened, but was doing such a good job of blending with the shadows that—unsurprisingly—she had went through with the whole conversation undetected.
She had told him this later in the morning, around five, when Tim was usually up, but had barely held in her snickers when she told him that he had her repeat twice before he could get the whole story.
"J-just count…him l-lucky that it w-wasn't me," she said, through gasps of laughter as Tim grinned.
If Stephanie did THIS to him, imagine what it would be like when CASS got to him. He shuddered at the thought of it.
The scary thing was, he could actually SEE Wally trying to make a move on Cass, which would probably, due to his 'charm', end up with him in the hospital for barging into Cass's room like he did with Stephanie.
Even speedster metabolism along with his reflexes couldn't dodge Cass's cat-like grace and her punches that leave you feeling like a tank had ran you over—no like a tank driven by BATMAN ran you over.
He would know, he had enough of these punches when he was sparring with her, though he was sure she was trying to tone it down.
Still.
"What's up with your face Kid Mouth?" Artemis asked, as she craned her neck to look at Wally, who was still barely awake and trying to look for milk in the fridge though he already had a breakfast fit for a queen.
"Don't ask," he groaned, as he poured milk into a bowl and started to eat his cereal, chewing disgustingly loud.
"He just got what he deserved," Robin, the little troll himself said, as he strolled in, huge grin on his face.
"What did he do?" she asked, huge grin on her face and a glint in her eye.
"Being an idiot," Robin said, plopping next to Wally and he watched, with a sort of sick fascination as Wally shoved the food in his mouth, as if eating could help him forget the pain which was in his eye and in a little thing called pride.
"Well, that's nothing special," Artemis said, earning a yell of protest from Wally.
"Hey!"
"She got you there buddy," Robin said, shrugging.
"Well," Artemis said impatiently, "What exactly did he do?"
Just then, there was a bang, followed by a blonde and eggplant blur.
"Oh my Gosh I am so, so, SO sorry," the blur, who turned out to be Stephanie said, jumping in front of Wally.
"Huh?"
"I never meant for you to get a bruise, I mean, you surprised me, and I was in my room and well," she shrugged helplessly, "Training kicks in."
"Uh—"
"Look, then after you barged in and stuff and I punched you and you sort of staggered out, I was thinking that, you know, maybe I was a little too impulsive," she said pressing her index finger and thumb as universal language for 'a wee little'.
"But look, the point is, I'm really, really sorry and stuff, you know, that I didn't apologize earlier because I sorta, while I lay on my bed thinking, I fell asleep so…yeah. We cool?" she asked hopefully, holding out her hand.
Wally, still slightly shocked from the blonde's blabbering, blinked and slowly shook her hand too.
"Yeah, we're cool," he said.
Artemis blinked, then looked at Wally and Steph, then, as if she connected the dots, her eyes widened and she looked at Stephanie with a mixture of awe and respect.
"You mean YOU did that to him?" she half yell-asked, pointing at Wally.
Steph shrugged sheepishly, "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. Like I said, training kicks in."
"YOU gave him that black eye that this morning—"
"No, it—it was last night," she said, slightly wincing.
Artemis's eyes widened even more, "LAST NIGHT?! And it didn't HEAL?!"
Steph looked slightly ashamed and she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Artemis.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!" She asked, looking at Steph in awe.
"I-I what?" she asked, not sure if she heard the girl right.
"I mean, every time I punched him, it just heals right away, and he looks as good as new and stuff but—you, YOU made it last! How did you do that?!"
Suddenly Steph's eyes widened in realization, and it had that playful glint that was a tell-tale sign that she was up to something.
"It's all in the wrist, really…"
And Wally looked on miserably as the girls discussed the many possible ways to punch a speedster and leave a mark.
"Can you believe it?" he asked, shoving more food in his mouth, "girls discussing how to hurt me, what a dream come true," he said to Robin, who had watched through the whole ordeal and found it highly amusing.
"I mean, where did she even learn how to punch like that?"
"From Batman of course," a voice said, and Robin and Wally both jumped and turned to find none other than the infamous Red Robin, the slightest hints of a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Wh-what?"
"Batman taught her, taught all of us how to punch a speedster and leave a mark," he said, eyes sparkling with amusement, "I think he called it basic training and something about a skill no one training under him can have without."
"Why would he say that?!" Wally asked, astonished.
Tim rolled his eyes under his mask and was about to come up with a witty retort when he was cut to the chase…by Cass.
"Because…Flash talk too…much," another voice said, seemingly coming from the shadows.
Robin and Wally jumped again and turned to find, to their utter amazement…another Bat.
A girl with black hair and bandages on her arms stepped out, a small smile on her beautiful Asian features.
"Huh?"
"He did it to get Flash to shut up—he's been looking for a solution for years and this was one of the results on project 'Shut Up the Flash'." Tim said.
Robin snorted. HIS Batman had already just begun on this project and so far was making…no progress.
"Do you want…to cover up…your bruise?"
"What?" Wally asked, hand reaching up to brush his injured eye.
"Because if Miss Martian…sees you…and other Robin will…not let you live it…down."
Tim smirked. Miss Martian would certainly fuss over the speedster, which even though it's for his own good, she was famous for being too much of a mother hen at times.
And as for Damian…
"Oh…I—sure," Wally said, but just before Cass could take out her *cosmetics and work her magic…
"GUEST 05, BO5 MISS MARTIAN, BO4 SUPERBOY—"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"
"Aw crap."
Yay! Not much of the plot in here because I've been having a writers block, and writing this is the only way I know how…For those who has been expecting more I'm REALLY REALLY sorry and I hope I didn't disappoint you too much.-_-"