Ch. 4.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! I just want to say thank you to everyone who's viewed, followed or favorited this story. Love you guys!

Also a huge thank you to Queen Sound for being my first reviewer. Thanks!

She has also brought up a point that I hadn't thought of. Despite this being a non-superhero story, Bruce and Dick still go on secret missions, and, yes, Wally does know about it, which is why he wasn't so angry at Dick for leaving so soon after Artemis' death.

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Wally

Beep! Beep! I slowly open my eyes, squinting at the sunlit room. Bee- I slam the snooze button, and try to go back to sleep. Fortunately, I had the day off. Unfortunately, Bart decided it was the perfect day to go to the park-early. Someone pulls at my shoulder. Groggily, I open my eyes again, to see Bart's large eyes staring intensely at me. I yawn.

"Oh, hey Bart-"

"Can we go to the pawk now?"

"Bart. It's 8:30."

He gives me a confused look. "So? I never get tiwed. Evew."

I roll my eyes. Tell me that 15 years later.

"Wally! C'mon!" He tugs at my arm.

"Okay, okay. Just let me get dressed."

"Okay Wally!" He speeds out of my room, slamming to door behind him. I wince.

I clumsily slip on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and stumble down the stairs, trying to put my socks on in the process. I hit my stomach on the edge of the railing, hissing in pain, thinking about the 'talk' with Roy three days ago.

I finished putting Bart to bed and M'gann left, giving us one last pointed look.

"Don't kill each other. Okay Roy?"

What? I'm not capable of killing someone? I think to myself.

M'gann raises an eyebrow at me and walks out.

"So, Wally? Bart? Wonder how he came around." He says casually, leaning against the counter.

I turn the color of my hair. "Um. Uh. Well..." I really should have thought this through.

He smirks. "Had some fun with Artemis, did you?"

I narrow my eyes. "You-"

"Hey, hey, I'm not blaming you. Much. Jade on the other hand.."

I shudder at the thought of Artemis' psycho older sister. "What did she say?" I ask nervously.

"Well, She really didn't say anything. Just told me to give you something-" He walks slowly towards me, and then, without warning, punches me in the stomach. Hard. Wincing I look up at him, and he continues. "-and a warning. If you ever hurt Bart, the only thing left of her sister, she will personally hunt you down and kill you. Got that?"

"Yeah," I wheeze. "Clear. You... added to that gift, didn't you."

Again, he smirks. "Just a little."

"Ah."

"Now, I have to go watch my daughter, before Jade kills me for being late." He brushes past me, opening the door. He pauses. "And Wally?"

I turn to him.

"Tell Bart thanks for the cookies for me. He's a cute, smart kid. Don't know where he got it from. Artemis was a little demon, and you're an idiot."

"Barry and Iris." I instantly say, then wince.

He looks to me, his face morphing into a why-do-I-always-end-up-dealing-with-you look. "You didn't tell your parents? Wally, you've always been an idiot, but... Wow." He shakes his head. "I'm not going to do anything, only because I know Iris will have you're head for not telling her sooner." With that he walks out.

I rub my stomach. That's gonna leave a bruise.

I still haven't told them. I think of Iris' reaction and shudder. Forget Jade. Mom was a terrifying force on her own. I'll tell her today. I decide.

"Wallllllllly!" Came the ear wrecking yell from the kitchen.

After we go to the park. "Coming!" I holler and race down the stairs."

Bart was waiting impatiently, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, foot tapping rapidly, and to top it off, a pout on his face. "Finally!" He exclaims. "You complain about giwls taking fowevew, but you take ten times longew." He throws his arms up in exasperation.

"When have I ever complained about girls taking forever?"

He gives me the look. The look Artemis would use every time I did something stupid, which according to some people, was all the time. I frown. Artemis, Artemis, Artemis. Even when she was dead, she haunted me. Or trolled me. I think to when Dick said you never get over the death of a loved one. I had shrugged it off then but now...

"Wally? Awe you okay?" He touches my arm, jerking me out of my train of thought.

"What?" I shake my head. "Uh, yeah, sorry. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Something fast."

"Cereal it is."

Finally, after a long, long drive (actually it was only 20 minutes, but...) we arrived at the park. Bart instantly begins tugging at his car seat. Laughing, I get out of the car to 'free him' and he grabs my hand, dragging me along.

"we'we gonna go on the swings, then the playgwound, then the seasaw, and then the monkey baws, then..." He talked on and on.

He spots the playground and rushes towards the swings, leaving me in the dust. I jog after him, just in time to see a kid take the swing from Bart. He bursts into tears.

"Don't be a baby." The other one goads.

My eyes narrow and I walk towards him, just as another kid pulls Bart towards him. "Hi! I'm Garfield! But you can call me Gar!" He announces. He wipes his red hair out of his blue eyes. "You can use my swing if you want, I'll push you, and then you can push me."

Bart wipes a tear from his eyes and his smile soon reappears. "Okay. I'm Bart!"

"Lemme help you up." I choke on a snort. The kid was as big as Bart. There was no way he'd be lifting Bart, or vise versa. The kid-Gar- wraps his arms around Bart and strains himself, trying to lift him. He falls backwards, pulling Bart along with him. They fall on the dusty mulch. They get up, laughing, and brush their clothes off.

Bart turns, looking for me, and when he spots me, waves his arm like crazy. "Wally! Come hewe!"

I shake my head and walk towards them. "Yeah?"

"Can you help me on the swing-?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"-Please?"

"Sure." I pick him up and plop him in the swing. "Thanks Wally! This is my new friend, Gar!"

I say hi, and back away, watching them both. There was something familiar about that kid, I muse. He gives a shriek of laughter, making me jump, and hit someone. I turn to apologize, and see Conner, M'gann's husband. Then it hits me. That's Gar. The Gar M'gann has never stopped talking about, the one I've seen about 500 times and still can't recognize him. I'm such a bad friend. "Hey Conner." I say quietly, knowing the guy has over sensitive hearing.

"Hey." He says in his usual gruff voice.

I nod awkwardly. "So. Gar and Bart seem to be getting along."

"You actually remembered his name this time?" Conner asks, amused.

"What? I've always known... I was just... Testing you guys. To see if you remembered. Your own kids name." I need to shut up.

"Uh-Huh." Conner rolls his eyes.

"Bart! It's my turn now!"

"Okay, okay! Lemme stop." He keeps going and Gar grabs his shirt.

"You stopped now. Get off!" He demanded.

"You stopped me!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did-"

"Bart!" I interrupt. "Let Gar have a turn."

Reluctantly he gets off, and I walk the long 5 feet trek to the swing and pick Gar up and place him on the swing, and walk back.

Gar laughs. "Faster!" He demands!

Bart pushes him again.

"Faster, Bart, Come on!"

Bart pushes him again, but slightly to hard. Gar flies off, and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the screaming to begin. Instead I hear Bart's amazed shout. I peek open one eye and see Gar standing perfectly, not one scratch on him.

"I'm just like a monkey!" He announces proudly. "And that's my favorite animal!"

Bart grins. "Do it again! No, I wanna twy!"

"Oh no..." I instantly say. "I will not be picking Bart splats from the ground. "Why don't you try something safe, like the seesaw?"

They look to each other. "Race you to the monkey bars!" Bart yells, zipping off, with Gar scampering after him yelling about how 'that's not fair! You're too fast' then laughing along with Bart.

He probably figured out he'd beat Bart at anything he'd do on the monkey bars. Conner and I follow, with me silently thanking him that he can almost match my fast pace.

"But Wally! Me and Gar still wanna play mowe!" He tugs at my hand.

"Bart, we need to go. Your going to see your grandma and grandpa today. " I grin. Barry was actually only seven years older then me, and Iris five, since I was adopted. "Now, say bye to Gordon-err-Gar."

Conner rolls his eyes and nudges his son.

"Bye Bart! I had a awesome time!" He says brightly.

Bart grins. "Me too! Bye!"

Conner and I exchange farewells and I pick Bart up and quickly walk to the car. After making sure Bart was secure, I slip into the car and dial my dad's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dad... I was wondering if you and Iris are free tonight?"

He instantly brightens. "Yes, Yes of course you can come over! Iris!" He hollers over the screams of my six year old brother and sister. "Wally's coming over tonight!" There's a voice in the background, and Barry returns. "Okay kid. We'll have a surprise waiting, so don't ditch out." He jokes.

"Oh-kay. I have a surprise to."

"Really... Why don't you tell me,then I'll act surprised when you tell everyone else?"

I laugh. "That's my line."

"No. Actually, it's Simba's."

"Whatever. Bye see you in a few."

"Okay Bye- Oww!" He cries out. One of the twins probably took him 'hostage' again. The phone clicks off and I sigh in relief. Part A, success. Part B... Well... I'm screwed.

Barry opens the door as soon as we arrive at the door.

"Were you seriously waiting by the door for us?"

"Nah, I'm just really fast." He winks.

"So, dad-"

"Hi grandpa!" Barry is forced backwards by the most destructive force on the planet. Bart. He had his arms latched around Barry's legs. Barry regains his balance and looks down to see an over-energetic two year old staring up at him excitedly.

Barry looks at me. "Wally... Is there something you forgot to tell us?"

I look to see Iris standing behind him, mouth gaping.

I rub the back of my neck. "Well... It turns out I have a two year old son that I didn't know about until about five days ago... Surprise!" I finish lamely.

Barry raises an eyebrow and Iris puts her hands on her hips.

"Grandma!" Bart shrieks loudly and collides with Iris. "Hi! I'm Bart!"

She smiles fondly and picks him up and turns away, but not before she shoots a -we're-not-finished look.

Hesitantly, I turn to my dad again, and find him grinning wildly at me, wagging his eyebrows.

I groan in exasperation. "Dad."

He holds his hands up and flings an arm around and turns to me. "Wally! You-"

"Let's go find Bart and mom." I interrupt.

He grins. "I'm a grandpa and I'm not even 30 yet. I guess there's benefits to adopting."

"Yeah. Bet mom's thrilled. Now she has six year old twins, and a two year old grandson."

"She loves kids."

"Yeah. I know." I think back to when they first adopted me. I was 15. She'd take me on walks with her, and every kid she'd meet, she'd stop and talk with. I always stood a distance away, thinking she looked like a stalker or something. I smile at the memory.

"Wally! Time to eat!" Iris hollers.

I wince Bart had gotten his lungs from her, that's for sure.

We walk into the room, welcomed be the smell of food, and was happy to see Bart happily talking with Dawn and Donny. They look up.

"Hurry up, Wally!" says Donny.

Dawn smacks him and then turns to me. "Hey Wally! We missed you!"

I gin, ruffle Donny's hair and give Dawn a hug. "I missed you guys too."

We turn to the food. Platters and platters of food covered the table. I shake my head. Iris knew us too well.

Soon after, it was time for dessert. Iris brought out a pie. And another. "These are for Barry and Wally." She brings out another. "This is for us."

"Mom, you actually made apple pie?" I ask in disbelief. She never made pie.

She laughs. "Surprise."

No wonder Barry was so eager to have me over.

"Thanks mom, dad. But we really need to go." I announce, looking at the time on my phone.

They smile. "Sure, no problem. Come by again."

"Soon-" Interrupts Donny.

"-Tomorrow." Dawn finishes.

"Thanks for the invitation." I hug each of them, pick up Bart, he also says goodbye and hugs everyone, and then we walk out.

I walk quickly to the car, remembering Iris still hadn't confronted me about Bart yet.

We hop in the car head home, with me listening to Bart's content chatter.

A/N: Chapter 4! Took me a while, but, here it is. I'm honestly no sure if I portrayed Barry's character right, if not, sorry. Next chapter should have Dick in it. Whoo! Anyway, please tell me what you guys think, reviews give me inspiration! Thanks!

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