chapter 24
Wally looked at the room in awe, on the opposite side of the room in the middle of the wall was a huge window seat, on the right side was a king-size bed covered in fluffy pillows and blankets. By the bed was a nightstand table, on the left side of the room on the far side of the wall was a desk that looked to be like a study. On the opposite side of the room in a corner was a wardrobe, then finally there was a door on the left side of the room near the middle. It had hardwood floors, and dark blue walls it was the biggest room he had ever seen, and this was supposed to be all his.
Alfred smiled "This is your room, Master Wally."
Wally thought about this, it must be big for a reason "Who do I share it with?" He questioned
"I beg your pardon-" Alfred said slightly confused "No one Sir this is all yours." He clarified
"Oh um thanks." Wally mumbled, it was nice, but rather big.
"My pleasure Sir, if you need me I will be downstairs. And by the way some sleep wear is in the wardrobe." Alfred concluded and he closed the door and left. Wally walked around the big room and entered the door on the left side, it was a huge bathroom. A bathtub that looked like it could fit a giant, a shower that had a shower head that was installed in the ceiling so it fell on you like rain. It had a big mirror and counter with a marble top that fell into a dip making a sink. It had towel racks and everything a rich person could need. Wally left the bathroom, he looked around.
It was lonely, he decided. He sat down on the bed and looked at the clock, it was already ten? He never understood time, Wally decided to get changed for bed. He put on a pair of grey pants for bed, he didn't bother with a shirt. He went over to bed and stared at it, he didn't feel comfortable sleeping in something so big and expensive. Honestly he just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in this house, especially with Bruce somewhere in here. He decided to go explore the mansion, he went over to the door and turned the handle.
Nothing happened, maybe I have to pull, he thought. He pulled with the same result, he was locked in. He tried kicking the door, he immediately started to panic. He couldn't stand being locked in, it reminded him to much of when his father locked him in. He shuddered remembering every time his father locked the door it promised pain, then isolation. He kicked on the door, pounded his fists into it nothing worked. He was in such panic that he wasn't thinking clearly, he totally forgot he could use his powers. He frantically looked at the window, no, he thought, I promised I wouldn't try to run away. He looked at the door again, he backed away from it then charged.
The door busted and fell off its hinges. He ran through the hallway and bumped into something, it was the butler, Alfred. He looked surprised to see Wally looking so panicked and running through the hall.
"Uh umm I-I'm sorry." Wally babbled nervously.
"Master Wally? Did you need something, why do you look so terrified?" Alfred questioned worried.
Wally tool a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself "Can-well-" Wally sighed embarrassed. "Can you not lock the door." He spit out.
"Master Wally, Master Bruce requested your door remain locked, in fear of you running away." Alfred explained
"I won't run away, I have too much to lose. But I can't stand myself being locked in." Wally begged.
"Why, Master Wally, do you not like locked doors it's for your own protection." Alfred wondered. Seeing that Alfred wasn't about to drop the subject decided his only hope was to explain.
"They have never been for my protection, my dad he-" Wally paused "He would always lock the door before he would beat me, then afterwards lock me in. All locked doors have ever given me is pain and panic attacks." He shrugged.
Alfred nodded "I will leave it unlocked for the night, I will talk with Master Bruce tomorrow and explain your situation." Alfred decided. "For now, you should get some sleep." He led Wally back to his room and stopped once he saw the door "I don't think we could have locked it anyway." Wally thought he would be mad, Alfred just smiled.
"Don't worry, Master Wally, Master Bruce was a lot of trouble too." Wally smiled sheepishly, the butler wasn't to bad, but he still didn't trust his if he worked for Bruce. Alfred ushered Wally into the room and got him in bed.
"I don't know if I like this bed, it's to big and expensive for someone like me to sleep in." Alfred chuckled and shook his head.
"Your fine, Master Wally, it's your room." He smiled at Wally and walked out of the now broken door frame "Goodnight, Master Wally." But Wally was already asleep in the soft, king-sized bed.
As Wally slept Alfred went to talk to Bruce about Wally, he entered the Batcave to see Bruce sitting at his big computer. He walked up behind him.
"Master Bruce." Alfred said to confirm his presence.
"Yes Alfred." Bruce said without looking away from his computer.
"I was hoping to talk to you about Master Wally. I would like to keep his door unlocked, as it seems it brings back bad memories for him." Bruce finally looked back at Alfred.
"Is he alright?" Bruce asked slightly worried.
Alfred chuckled "He's fine Sir, he has fallen asleep. Worn himself out I presume." Alfred calmed.
"What happened? He didn't try to run away did he?" Bruce asked suddenly curious about the conversation.
"Of course not, Sir. He simply panicked when he realized the door was locked. He said it reminded him of when his father beat him. He busted the door down and ran into me during his panic attack. So Master Bruce, may I leave his door unlocked." Alfred concluded.
"I was afraid this would happen when I brought him into a home; remind him of his past. Yes you may leave his door unlocked, but we should keep a close eye on him." Bruce agreed. Alfred smiled and left to clean the kitchen then go to bed.
Wally woke up to an alarm blasting near his head. He looked up and turned of the alarm clock. It was seven in the morning, Wally looked up and had a minute of panic, as he didn't know where he was. He sighed in disappointment as he remembered, he was living with Bruce Wayne.
He decided to take a shower and get dressed, he put on some old faded jeans and a plain red t-shirt. He didn't really know what to do now, he didn't really want to go to breakfast. Just then he saw Alfred in the doorway.
"Breakfast is ready, Master Wally." He said simply then left. Wally sighed, he really wanted to stay up here. He walked up the hallway, and soon entered the medium sized living room on top of the grand staircase. He looked around before going down the steps, and entering the ballroom from where he first came in. He looked and saw a doorway beneath the staircase. He walked over and opened the doors feeling curiosity get him, it was a library. He decided to explore that later, he looked and saw a door on the right side of the ballroom. He entered and found Alfred cooking, Alfred looked up a bit surprised to see him.
"I'm sorry Sir I forgot to show you to the dining room, the ballroom is for guest during party's. behind most doors is the house that is lived in and not for party guests. Come I will show you." He decided.
He led Wally to a door a bit farther down the wall, he opened it and found a table with plates already set; the dining room.
"I will give you a tour after a while, most of the rooms that concern you are near your room." Alfred concluded he was about to leave when Wally spoke up.
"Where's Bruce." Wally wondered.
"He's rarely here anymore, Sir. At day he's usually working at Wayne enterprises. And at night, well I believe you know Sir." Alfred explained. Wally sighed, he drags him into his house forces him to live with him and doesn't show up!
Wally sat down and ate his breakfast, apparently Alfred didn't eat with him because it's improper. So Wally sat and ate in silence. He wasn't used to this, if nothing else his group would eat dinner as a family and talk about a little bit of everything.
Wally sighed remembering his group, he got up and took the plate to the sink and started washing dishes. It was more out of habit then anything, with his father if he didn't do it he got the belt, and the group took turns washing dishes. Alfred came in and just looked at Wally then smiled.
"Master Wally, you do not have to clean the dishes that is part of my responsibility." He shooed Wally away from the dishes and smiled.
"What do I do now?"Wally asked, Alfred looked surprised at the question.
"Go do teenage boy things, play with the latest video game or play basketball. I really don't honestly know Sir, whatever you usually do I suppose." Wally sighed and nodded then left. He usually practiced his martial arts with Huntress, or he cleaned the house with Black Canary. Even went over theories with Question!
Wally shrugged, he could clean up the house. Wally looked around everything was already clean and spotless. He needed something to take his mind off everything. Wally went up the grand staircase and up to his room, he decided to organize everything to his liking. He left it in the order it was but reorganized clothes, towels, shampoo, and junk like that around. After he was done he looked at the clock it was only eleven fifty-five a.m. He sighed, if time didn't go by like a rocket then it went by like a slug. He decided to sit on his bed and wait for something or someone to need him.
review time!
yuriAMANDAyaoi: yeah he using being rather evil isn't he? Hope you like the chapter!
Kyer: yes true but the League hasn't figured it out yet and Batman hasn't told them. And Wally don't want to bring this into the eyes of the law because he don't want tossed around in Superman orphanage until he's 18. Hope I cleared that up!