Disclaimer: Why do I have to say this every time I publish a story? I do not own DC Comics.
'Screw the plan.' Bruce thought. 'With Queen here, I won't be able to get what I want without risking a part of my identity with this bastard ruining my evening.'
"Wally."
"Yes?"
"Let's go."
"Why? All because of that one guy calling you detect-"
"Out. Now."
Reasons for Bruce behavior puzzled the already baffled speedster. There were many questions that plagued Wally's mind. Well, a few actually.
Why did Bruce overreact to being called a detective?
Is he really a detective in disguise?
Where is he going to take me?
Why does he have to be so enigmatic?
The first question remained a mystery, the second was plausible. Maybe Bruce is on a mission other than the one Wally's currently working on? If so, maybe he could help him.
As for the third question, Wally guessed right. "We're going to your place, are we?"
Bruce nodded and gripped the steering wheel tighter as he accelerated down the empty streets of Gotham. Wally looked at the speedometer realizing they were traveling at an insane pace of 120 mph "Bruce, I think you should slow down."
"I thought people like you like going fast."
The man in the driver side seat winked while advancing towards the mansion at an alarming pace.
That struck a nerve.
People like me?
Does he know...oh god.
"People like me?"
No reply.
Wally groaned, slumping against the seat as the sports car arrived at its destination.
"Follow me." Bruce said as he walked in the direction of the massive doors where an older gentleman that looked older than time greeted the billionaire. "Master Bruce. I take it you brought a guest home?"
"Bruce!" Wally called out. "You didn't answer my question."
Alfred looked at Bruce who looked at Wally in between the exchanged glances. "Better now than never, sir."
"I plan on revealing the plan later on. Will you lead our guest to the entertainment room?"
"As you wish Master Bruce."
Wally, already behind the butler, followed the elder to the leisure room.
The speedster was, put simply: agitated.
Wally never got to visit the Manor like this before. Oftentimes, he would see a glimpse of the exterior of the home via newspapers or tabloids, but it was rare that anyone got a chance to take a glimpse inside. Now the red haired man saw why. The interior reminded him of the Victorian houses from the 16th – 17th century. Not too fancy, not too modern, just enough to make you feel at home and give you the creeps at the same time. Suffice to say, West actually felt at home despite it not actually being his home.
"Mr. West, I presume?"
Wallace snapped out of his stupor to take notice of the butler gesturing for him to give the man his coat. "Um, yea, it is. Did Bruce already tell you my name?"
"I know a lot of names, sir."
"Okay then."
"Feel free to sit down, watch a bit of television, or casually stand there sir. Either way, Master Bruce will accompany you shortly." Alfred was well on his way off before he could reply.
"Might as well make the best of it while I'm here. And where does the keep the food?" He muttered, all the while pondering if he should retrieve some food from a nearby grocery mart. "What's a movie without popcorn?"
A blur of red and the speedster turned on the television to a random station and another blur and he was propped up on the leather couch with a bowl of popcorn in hand. Little did he know Bruce Wayne kept surveillance of almost every area of the Manor for security purposes and to further prove evidence of his identity.
…Somewhere in the cave.
"There you have it Master Bruce. Mr. West is the Flash. No human can move as fast as that. And how he found the popcorn is beyond my knowledge. I expect you to tell him of yours. Prying into someone's personal life might be part of your job, but I certainly don't approve of such things. If you don't tell him yourself, I will."
Bruce grimaced at the words. When Alfred says he will do something, you don't doubt the man. Never get on Alfred's bad side. That was a life-lesson that Bruce learned years ago. "I will, but I'll reveal it in my own way."
Update: I cannot promise I'll finish it by today.