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Ch. 10.

Wally

"No, Dianna," I groan over the phone. "I will not be going to the staff party.

"Why? Because of Bart! He-"

"Bring him? He's way too little to stay up that late."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Yeah."

I hang up, and lean back in the chair, running my fingers through my hair. I need a hair cut.

My eyes wander to where Bart was playing with Simba. So does Bart.

I sigh. Did I really want to spend all that money? Fifteen dollars is a ridiculous amount of money for a hair cut. I could do it. I've seen mom do it tons of times on me.

"Bart! Come here!" I holler, walking over to the kitchen to take out the scissors.

"Yeah, daddy?" He asks, running up to me. He sees the scissors and frowns. "You're not gonna cut my hair with those, are you?"

"You need a hair cut."

"Why can't we just go somewhere."

"Because, Bart, it's a lot of money."

"But you'll mess up. I'll look ugly!"

Thanks, man.

"Listen, buddy, if you let me cut-"

Bart takes off running, and I bolt after him.

"Barrrrrrrrrrttttttt!" I warn loudly.

He ducks under my arms and rounds a corner, with me hot on his heels. He runs up the stairs and runs into a wall. I corner him and lunge forward. He drops down and craws under my legs.

Dammit

He quickly runs into his room and I follow. The room was supposedly empty, but I just sigh, shake my head, and bend over to look under his bed.

Bart was curled into a corner, crying.

"Bart? Did you get hur-"

"I don't wanna be ugly." He sniffles.

"Bart. You're not going to look ugly. It's just a hair cut. Hair grows back."

He looks at me, shocked.

A wry smile twitches on my lips. "How do you think your hair grew so much?"

"So, even if it turns out bad, I won't be ugly forever?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Bart. You won't be ugly forever."

"Okay."

"Great!" I grin.

"But-"

My smile falters.

"If I look ugly, you can't let M'gann see me until I'm pretty again."

My eyebrows rise to my hairline. I bite my lip, tying not too laugh.

Bart furrows his brow. "Promise?"

"Promise."

"Pinkie promise?" He holds out his right pinkie.

"Pinkie promise." I wrap my pinkie around his. "Wouldn't want M'gann too see you at your worst."

"Yes." Bart agrees.

I shake my head, hiding a smile.

"Okay. Let's go." Bart jumps up, and I follow.

"Can I talk to M'gann while you cut my hair?" Bart asks.

I look at him. Poker face, Walls. Don't laugh at your son. Poker face... Don't laugh. Don't laugh...

"Daddy! Why are you laughing?" It hits him, his eyes growing wide, and he crosses his arms, pouting. "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing, buddy."

"I'm not stupid, daddy." He mimics.

I stop laughing. This is what I get for fucking Artemis. I glare. Half at Bart, and half at the unwanted thought of Artemis.

"So cam I talk to M'gann?"

Signing, I pull out my phone and find M'gann's contact, handing Bart the phone.

We had turned the kitchen into a hair shop. Complete with a spinny chair and the weird bib thing that covered Bart's clothes.

M'gann answers at the same time I start cutting his hair. Hopefully she'll keep him occupied until I finish.

"Hi M'gann! My daddy's cutting my hair!"

"I know! Daddy said I won't look ugly, but I don't believe him."

I make a face at him.

"You think daddy'll do a good job? Oh." He looks thoughtful. "I guess daddy won't do that bad."

I stick my tongue at him.

"Can I talk to Gar?"

"Hi Gar! My daddy is cutting my hair. I don't think he'll do very bad."

You little two-faced child.

"My daddy's the best at everything."

Damn right.

"Okay. Lemme ask. Dadddyyyyyy." He wines loudly.

"Yeah?" I answer absently.

"Can I have a playdate with Gar today."

"Buddy..."

"You made me cut my hair."

"Bart-"

"If I look ugly..."

"Kid."

"You said you'd give me something-"

"Hold up, Impulse. I never said-"

"Yes, yes you did. When I started running."

I shut my mouth, defeated.

I finish trimming his hair and let him go( I had strapped him to chair, just in case he decided he didn't want his hair cut again).

He runs to the bathroom, and stares at himself for a good five minutes. He spins slowly into a circle. He then pats his head.

"Okay, daddy. It's not bad."

I raise an eyebrow.

"-Thank you, daddy."

"No problem, buddy."

We got home from Conner and M'gann's house around 7:30.

"Okay, buddy. Teeth time."

"Why?"

"It's time for bed."

"Why can't you go to the party at work?"

"Because I can't leave you alone."

"I can go to Tim's house."

"Bart."

"Yes, daddy. You can. You and Dick are best friends. He'll let me come over."

"-"

"Besides. Batman is never home."

"It's Bruce."

"You call him Batman."

Stop using me against myself.

"Only at home or with Dick. Never , never around him."

"He's not home though."

"Yes, but. Just call people by their real names."

"I call Gar a monkey."

"Yes, but Gar's your friend. Are you friends with Ba-Bruce?"

"No." He admits grudgingly.

I smile triumphantly. "Then call him Bruce."

"But are you friends with Bruce?"

"...No."

"Then don't call him Batman, daddy. It's not polite."

I smile. "You're right buddy. Why don't you set a good example for me, so I don't call Bruce Batman?"

Bart considers this. "Okay." He decides.

Grinning in triumph, I call up Dick.

"Hey man. Is Tim free?"

Dianna smirks. "Told you you would come."

"Why is everyone using things I say against me today?" I groan.

"Wallace, everyone does it everyday."

I glare at her, reminding myself she was my boss and therefore could fire me.

"Is Bart starting to roast you too?"

I turn to see Hal Jordan with my dad.

"What are you doing here?" I groan with fake disgust.

"I work here, genius." My dad answers.

"Not you, smart one."

"Let's just go inside and see if they have any good liquor." Hal brushes past us and walks inside.

I cock an eyebrow.

"Not my smartest move." Barry admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

We hear that sounds like a hard slap coming from inside. We look at each other. And take off running inside. What did he do now?

I got to Dick's house at 1:30.

"Dude, you might as well crash here." Dick says, looking at me.

I nod and follow him down the corridors.

10:15 am

"Daddy!" Bart's weight comes crashing down on me. "You had a sleepover too?"

"Yeah, buddy." I groan. "Something like that."

"It's time for breakfast."

"We're going to have breakfast at home."

"Too late." Dick hollers from the end of the hallway. "Alfred already cooled everything and will have a fit if it goes to waste."

Bart looks at me. nodding.

"Breakfast it is then." I slowly get up and trail Bart to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Master Wallace."

I cringe. "Just Wally."

"Your breakfast, Master Wallace."

"Good morning too you too, Alfred." I finally relent. For now. Someday, he will call me Wally.

I watch Bart, Dick and Tim eat with Alfred hovering over them. I smile. Dorks.

A/N: So. End of chapter. Thoughts? Thanks for reading!

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