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Ch. 5.

Wally

"Hello?"

"Hello, Wally." Came the overly sweet voice of Iris.

My eyes widened. "H-hey mom. How you doing? I-"

"You really thought you'd get off the hook that easily?

"What?"

"Wally. Bart? Why didn't I know about this first?"

I bite back a groan. I had successfully avoided this conversation for a little over a month. "I..."

"You forgot didn't you?"

I freeze.

She sighs. "You are so predictable. Just like Barry,-DAWN! DON'T TOUCH THAT!- But really Wally, we should have been the first to know. We practically raised you! Even before we adopted you! How can you-DONALD!" She drops the phone and I wince. Once Iris starts calling Donny Donald you know he's screwed.

She picks up the phone. "How can you just ignore that?"

"Mom!" I take a deep breath. "I was stressed. I'm sorry, okay? I told you as soon as-"

"Diana reminded you?"

"What? No... Well. Actually, Roy-"

"Roy?" She laughs. "What did he do?"

"Nothing. Punched me in the stomach. Said it was a gift from him and Jade." I could feel her growing smirk.

"Oh no. You upset Jade?" She snorts.

"Mom..."

She sinkers into the phone. "No, no. I'm good. You upset Jade? That's almost as bad as the time you pissed off Bruce when you were 18. Now that-"

"Mom. I know fully well what happened. I don't need to be reminded. Trust me."

"Oh, I know that. Now, tell me, are you feeling better?"

I stop, surprised. "Actually, yeah."

"See, you faced your fear of talking to me, and know you're better. Remember that next time you have a... Surprise." She states in satisfaction. "Now, I need to go to work. You and Bart take care, have a nice day. Bye, love you!"

"Love you too."

I turn to Bart who was scarfing down the last of the spaghetti, face red from tomato sauce. "Bart. Slow down. Not even I eat that fast." he looks up and grins, wiping the sauce from his face with his arm, then wiping that on the table cloth. Rolling my eyes, and ruffle his hair.

"You make me work 10 times harder. You know that?"

"Yep."

Rolling my eyes, I take out my phone that was vibrating. "Hey, it's Wally-"

"Wally, dude, I'm back!" Came Dick's voice over the speaker.

I grin. "Dude, it's been a while! How was the...'Business trip'?"

"Subtle Wally. Real subtle."

"I try"

"So, my place today? I told you I'd make it up to you for leaving you after..." He leaves the rest of the statement hanging.

I glance at Bart. "Sure, I'm not doing anything today-"

"Great! In a hour?"

"Listen, Dick... I'm gonna need to bring someone along-"

"Someone, huh? Wally you dog. Nice to see you got yourself together that fast! Sure bring her along!"

"I-" I pause. Her? My eyes widen. Oh God, no. "Dude-"

"No, no. Surprise me. I gotta go, see you in a hour. Bye!" He hastily hangs up and I slowly remove the phone from my ear and look at Bart. I grin. Why not play along?

"Bart, we're gonna do something."

He looks up eagerly.

"Okay, this is what we're gonna do..."

Ding! I ring the expensive doorbell that was on the expensive door, that was part of the expensive mansion, which was on the expensive property. All in all, the whole property cost more that what I made every five years. I hadn't even been working for five years.

I hear the pounding of footsteps running down the stairs. The door opens, reviling Dick. He widens the door and sticks his head out obviously looking for my 'Special Someone'.

"So, where is she?"

"Weeeeell, it's not exactly a girl..." I trail off in fake awkwardness.

Dick's brows scrunch together, trying to pinpoint any hint of lies. He shakes his head, trying not to seam rude. "Uh, um... Cool dude. Didn't know you swung that way. No problem. Yeah..."

I suppress a grin.

"Where is he?"

"Right in front of you." I nudge Bart and he latches onto Dick, causing him to fall to the ground. You could be a secret agent with ninja skills, but nothing can stand against Bart. Literally.

"This is the only love of my life right now. Bart, Dick, Dick, Bart, got that? Awesome."

Dick stared blankly at me. I look hesitantly back. His mouth deepens into a frown. I glare, then, he begins to laugh. I look at him in confusion.

"What?"

He only laughs harder. "You-you-" He doubles over in another fit of laughter.

I raise an eyebrow. "Dude, really?"

He takes a deep breath. "You actually thought I believed you about liking a him?" He shakes his head in amusement. "I wasn't trained by the worlds greatest detective for nothing." He inhales deeply. "You look like a mom."

I look down to where I was holding the bag, filled with Bart's stuff. I glare. "A dad, Dick. I look like a dad."

He shrugs. "That too."

I shoulder the bag uncomfortably. "So..."

"He can play with Tim. How old is he? One?"

"Two."

"A year younger than Timmy, then."

"Okay, where's-"

"Here." Came the quiet voice.

I jump. Ugh. Frikin ninjas.

"Tim, this is Bart, Bart this is Tim. Go play or whatever."

Tim's stoic expression was replaced by a smile and they both ran ahead down the hall, Bart ahead, with Tim jumping over the obstacles that he had to go around.

I turn to Dick.

"Explain. Now."

"...And then there was this freaky guy who-I swear- could see the future."

"Matthew Ryder?"

"...Yeah. That's his last name. How do you know his first?"

He gives me a look.

"Yeah, yeah. Never underestimate the teachings and methods of the Bat." I mutter, using our nickname for Bruce.

He cracks a grin. "Or a Bird."

"That to." I take a sip of water from my glass.

"And let me guess, you're parents weren't the first to know?"

"Why does everyone assume that?"

"Well, it is you we're talking about. How'd Iris take it?"

"I love how you didn't even wait for my answer. You just went on with the question."

"You told them first?"

"...No..."

He nods in satisfaction. "See? I'm always right."

"What about the time-"

"He turned out to be a criminal."

"How about-"

"It was vodka, no?"

"Or-"

"That was not buttered popcorn. That was caramel popcorn." He finished, curling his nose in disgust.

I think of how when we were younger we-Dick-hacked into the police records( I was there for sarcastic, unencouraging moral support) because there was a suspect that the corrupt police commissioner had said he was innocent. Bruce hadn't been there so Dick took it into his own hands. The criminal was currently in jail for life.

And the time he stopped me from drinking a drink spiked with vodka.

The third time had been at the theater. The guy had tried to give us a caramel popcorn instead of our order, normal movie theater popcorn. Bad idea. Dick had this thing were his sweets had to stay with sweets, and his salty food had to stay salty. He got his revenge by getting the poor guy fired. Bruce forced him to undo the hack...

And countless others.

I shrug. "Whatever."

Dick smirks and opens his mouth to say something but I beat him to it.

"So how's your girlfriend?"

"Huh? Oh... Zee's good..." He coughs. "Babs. I said Babs."

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

He glares at me, "Wally..."

"You dog. Two women at once-"

"Yeah, well, not everyone's as perfect as you and Artem-i-ss." He trails off, not being able to stop himself. His eyes widen.

I pale, and my breathing comes out rugged, in short hitches. My hand goes limp, and the glass drops from my hand, shattering.

3rd Person

Dick watched in horror as his best friend froze up. What happened next seemed to be in slow motion. The color left his face, breathing uneven. His hand goes limp, each finger uncurling with agonizing slowness. The glass falls from his hands. Hitting the floor, it shatters.

He lunges at his best friend, shakes him. "Wally! Come on,!"

Wally only slightly shakes his head.

He quickly places his hand on Wally's neck, relived to feel his pulse. No need for CPR then. He looks helplessly at him.

Just then, Bart and Tim run in, laughing about something that had happened earlier. They freeze. Bart's green eyes double in size. His lip trembles.

"Wally?" He whispers. "Wally?" He repeats again, louder. Then, an earsplitting shriek shatters the unrealistic silence. "DADDY!"

He runs to Wally, and Dick watches frozen, as the shards of glass cut and dig into the little boy's feet, crimson blood trailing behind. Bart throws himself on his father, wrapping his tiny arms around his neck. Loud sobs were heard. Neither Dick, nor Tim dared speak.

Wally

Everything was going cold. Dark. Then I hear something faint. 'Daddy!"

Then warmth. Warmth spreading from my neck downwards. Slowly I come back to reality. I inhale deeply, and refocus my eyes, and realize for the first time the light weight on me. The first thing i see is Bart. I smile slightly and wrap my arms aback around him. He lifts his head and looks up to me, eyes spilling over.

"Daddy?" He wipes one eye dry. I wipe the other.

"Yeah, Bart. I'm here."

He leans into mt chest, with a relives sigh.

I hear Dick moving closer. "Wally, I am so sor-"

I cut him off. "No problem, Dick. Not your fault. I should have told someone."

Dick presses his lips together.

Smiling slightly, I outstretch my arm and he allows me to pull him into a hug. Tim soon walks over and awkwardly pats me on the arm. Bart, still latched onto me, pulls him into the group hug. How long we stayed there, I don't know, but I was content.

A/N: This... This is chapter 5 (finally). Please tell me I'm not the only one who cried over this because really...

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