Part dos! I know I said this was gonna be two chapters and an epilogue, but I lied. Cause I'm a dirty rotten liar, and that's what dirty rotten liars do. It's now going to be THREE chapters and an epilogue. I don't know why. I feel like for this story, short chapters work; especially since I'm updating so often.
Anywho, on with the show.
Disclaimer- I own Young Justice just as much as I own the country of Russia. Which is not at all, just to clear that up if there was any confusion.
Robin stood at the doorway, fifteen minutes later, as ordered. He had changed into some gym shorts and an underarmour brand shirt that Bruce had picked up for him weeks ago, figuring that something as physically involved as parkour would require some real work out clothes.
What surprised him was that Wally wasn't there yet. Wally was Kid Flash… Therefore, Wally was never late.
Then again… Thought Robin, Teenagers. Unpredictable.
He was shaken from his thoughts by a sudden gust of wind rushing past him and the sudden appearance of the redhead, bouncing from one foot to the other. Wally was clad in worn Sketchers sneakers, blue gym shorts, and an old white tee shirt. "You ready to go?" He smiled.
"As I'll ever be," Robin claimed, pushing himself away from the wall and running his hand back through his hair.
"Then let's get going!" With that, Wally zipped out the door in a streak of color, and Robin was left to catch up behind him.
When Dick finally reached Wally outside, he was pulled forcefully into the other boy's chest and picked up bridal style. Next thing he knew things were steaming past him at a speed with which he couldn't identify what they were. Only ribbons of color and air could be recognized. And then his head jerked in an awkward way and he realized they must have stopped.
"Wally!" Robin shouted, dropping his feet to the floor and glaring through his sunglasses, knowing his friend would be able to tell.
"What?" Wally asked innocently, cocking his head to the right.
"We're in civies. You can't do that. When you're Kid Flash you can be Kid Flash. You can't be Kid Flash when you're Wally."
"Oh, come on, Rob, lighten up!" Wally slung an arm around Robin's neck in a friendly way. "There's no one right here, and anyone that we past wouldn't have been able to see us, we were going too fast."
"Whatever…" Robin mumbled, straightening out his sunglasses and attempting to put his hair back into place. "So…. Now what?"
"First of all, lose the shades." Kid Flash demanded, removing Robin's eye wear.
"Hey!" Robin made to grab for his glasses, but Wally was way too fast for him.
"Come on, Dick, it's just me. No one else from the team is here." Robin huffed, crossing his arms, bug consented. Second of all, what do you mean?" Kid Flash added, cocking his head to the side and smiling.
"What do I do?" Robin asked, looking around at the buildings and streets around him, as if they could supply answers.
"You just… go!" Wally made a gesture with his hands as if to lead Robin along.
Robin stared.
"Just start running!" Wally added, getting frustrated.
Robin rolled his eyes letting his head fall back, and let a sigh escape his lips. Now or never…He thought. So he began to run.
His sneakers were pounding against the rough pavement of the sidewalks and streets. His arms began to pump back and forth to help him gain speed. The rush of the wind in his face matched the speed his heart was beating, and his breath began coming in quick deep swallow. He knew Wally was right behind him and effortlessly keeping pace, but to anyone else on the street, he was flying. Faster, and faster, and faster-
And then he stopped.
Wally nearly brought them both down when he collided with the younger boy, but somehow the two managed to stay up.
"Dude!" Wally sputtered out through the hand cupping his bloody nose. "What was that for?"
"I feel awkward." Dick stated simply, rubbing the back of his head where Wally had bashed his face.
"What do you mean? It was awesome so far." Wally tilted his head back and crossed his eyes to look at this nose. He wiggled it a bit and wiped away the left over blood; as his accelerated healing had already fixed the problem.
"To you, maybe. Running is kind of your thing. I just feel like an idiot sprinting here for no apparent reason. I mean…. I'm not even going anywhere. I'm just… running."
"So? What's wrong with that?"
"Again, kind of your thing."
"Right…" Wally contemplated, looking away to think. "Sooo…." He began, "How do we make it tailor-fit to you?"
Both boys scratched their chins, staring at the ground.
And suddenly, they both looked up, smiling at each other.
Two minutes later, the two teens were atop a ten story building, looking ceremoniously around at the adjacent rooftops.
"Much more asterous." Robin smirked, holding out a fist for Wally to bump with his own.
"Probably more parkour-ish, anyway." Wally admit, "I like running and all, but there's gotta be more to it than just that."
"Alright, so… now what?" Dick looked from the sky scene to his friend.
"Well… Do what you usually do. Start flipping around and stuff." Wally urged.
"That's not parkouring. That's Robinning. I Robin all the time." He explained, using his pseudonym as a verb. "Where am I supposed to go?" He asked.
"Jeez, you're just not getting this, are you?" Wally palmed his forehead. "It's free running, Rob. Go anywhere."
Robin sighed. Being protégé to Batman meant a few things. One of those things was that it was difficult to do anything with no reason. In the Bat-world, you didn't do things with no purpose. Even if it was a stupid reason, you always had to have one. So Robin silently chose a building he could make out off in the distance and decided that he would go there. When he got there, he could pick another goal. It should all work out fine as long as he didn't tell Kid Dork.
So he leapt. He pushed himself away from the building and let himself freefall for a while before flipping himself around and grabbing onto a bar from a fire escape. He used it to swing himself around and propel himself back upwards, where he could kick of a neighboring wall and onto the next roof. From there, he ran straight across the roof and used his hands to vault over what might have been the top of a heating vent. He reached the edge and dove head first toward a building about two stories shorter. At the last moment, he stuck out his arms to cushion his fall as he tumble rolled two times to gain back some horizontal momentum, as opposed to the vertical kind that he decided might crack his skull.
It went on like that for a while, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, gaining height sometimes, and losing it at others. Finally he reached his destined rooftop and stopped for a moment to wait for his ginger.
Robin spotted Wally jogging at a regular person pace down below, looking up and watching him parkour. Wally ran into an alley way and did a quick glancing check to make sure no one was around. When he was satisfied, he built up a little speed and ran straight up the side of the building to meet the boy wonder.
"How was that?" Robin asked through a little bit of a pant.
"Awful. You picked the building out before hand." Wally pointed out, not out of breath in the slightest.
"What? I did no-"
"Oh, come on Dick. I could tell by the time you made it to the second rooftop. You picked out a destination before you started so it wasn't 'free running.' What up with that?" Kid Flash asked, walking across the roof to where his friend stood.
"Well I'd like to see you do better!" Robin challenged.
"Ah, no. Thanks though." Wally quickly shut him down.
"Come on, Wally-wimpstick, just do it." Robin baited.
"I'm a runner, Dick. I like me feet planted firmly on the ground, thank you very much. I don't even like standing up here right now, never mind doing swingy flippy shit from rooftop to rooftop. That's kind of your thing." He imitated what Robin had said earlier.
"Ha ha, very funny." The boy wonder pouted. "Still, it feels awkward. It doesn't feel very free. This is just what I do every day. I'm still just Robinning."
"Yeah I guess you have a point…" Wally pondered, "In a way it's like challenging me to a long distance race like it's supposed to be a challenge. The only person who ever challenges me to a race is Uncle Barry. And when he does, it's not a race to the end of the block. It's usually a race to this restaurant in Chine we like to eat at…" Wally's stomach growled. He put a hand on it and looked down at the offending body part. He proceeded to shake his head and try to ignore it. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that since running is my thing, when I'm running for a challenge, in a race or something, it's… you know, it's amped up. Cranked up a few notches from a regular kind of running challenge. So for you… Since you kind of parkour all the time… We need to amp it up."
Robin nodded, agreeing with his friend. "Alright, but how?" He questioned, putting his hands on his hips.
Wally thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "I've got it. Wait here for a sec." And he was gone. Robin stood in place, eyes shifting from side to side, confused.
In an instant, Wally was back, holding a large bakery blueberry muffin. Or at least… What was left of it. It looked like half of it was stuffed into his mouth already.
Robin raised an eyebrow. "Your idea was…. Muffin?"
Wally's brow creased as he tried to decipher what his friend meant. "Oh!" He exclaimed, forcefully swallowing down a crumbly mouthful, "Right. No, this is just for me. I got hungry. For you…" He paused, reaching into his back pocket. "I got this."
Wally pulled out none other than Dick's own grappling hook.
"I can't use this right now. I'm in civies." Robin reasoned.
"So go change." Wally stated.
Robin simply stuck out his arms in response.
Wally's eyes lit up with delight, and he picked Robin up and sprinted them back to Mount Justice.
There you have it.
Now... Tomorrow my boyfriend is coming back from the Bahamas, and I haven't spoken to him in like, 2 weeks cause he's been away. So I miss him oodles and oodles and truck loads. And since he's coming back tomorrow, I don't know if I'll be updating. I promise I will try. Especially cause the chapter's pretty much already written. But if I do update, I'm warning you now, it'll be at like, 1 or 2 am.
Now, if you'll excuse me, my ice cream is melting. Reviews and I shall give you eternal loooove!