Oh my goodness! I've been away far too long from this story! But I'm back. Thank you to my four reviewers for the last chapter! I have somewhat re-done chapters 1 and 2- I've removed mistakes and patched up things that made no sense, and now I bring you Chapter 3.

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Monday, June 17 .

7.38 am

Wally sped along the busy roads of Gotham, breathing in the pollutants of cars and barley dodging motor-cycles. He knew Gotham well- Dick lived there, and they spent a great deal of time in the dark streets and the busy epicentres of the city. He knew that East-Gotham held the location of Wayne Mansion...however, that was also not helpful in the slightest, considering how huge Gotham was.

He came across a large sign depicting a few road names and arrows. He searched for anything that told him that he was nearing Whitlam Manor. It was a lot harder to find then Wally had originally hoped. He knew that Will must've been at school by that moment, it was ten to eight, but he had to hurry himself. "How hard is it to find a manor?" He looked at his surroundings; the prissy street held wide homes with huge windows and carved statues. Each home somehow marked that it belonged to a certain rich family, with super high standards and too many 'poppy' friends.

Wally shuddered. Sure, he wanted to live the high life and get whatever he wanted, whenever. He'd known Dick long enough to know it was the sweet life...but Wally also hated a majority of the rich people of the world, with their carefree attitudes and click of the finger laziness. He was beginning to wonder if it was a waste of time, trying to find this huge house an begin to settle into a life that wasn't his...but then he remembered why he was doing it, what he was going to get away from, and his search restarted with an unquenchable oomph.

He carried on, down his original route. He stopped himself from asking various passersby where the manor was a number of times. It was mainly because he was embarrassed. Not by the fact that he didn't know where 'he' lived, but because of his clothing. The tight grey suit was perfectly fitted for Will's much leaner body structure, but because Wally was a lot more muscular, the suit looked far too small, and even ugly on him. Because Wally was also so unused to silk under-shirts and woollen socks, the whole ordeal of the outfit was uncomfortable and made him feel stupid.

After a while, when he found that it was almost half past eight, Wally began to give up hope. He glanced sideways, hoping the house was miraculously by his side, and after finding it was obviously absent, he took a seat on a nearby bench, and began to stare at the clouds hanging almost too perfectly above him. They were barley shaded grey, but the blue of the sky was still hardly visible. Wally shut his eyes. He'd head back home in an hour or so.

As soon as he'd found comfort on the metal structure, and was beginning to drift off, he was abruptly woken by a shout. "Master Wilberforce!" it cried out, almost in a way that sounded relieved. He didn't turn at the sound, for a moment forgetting that was his new identity, but when the person who called him was inches from his face, he remembered and shot up from his spot. He tried to think back to what Will had told him...the name Laurence instantly sprung to mind. Wally stared at the tall, shaking man before him. He looked about forty, but his face was worn with sadness and worry. His voice was rugged, but clear, and his pale blue eyes, that gave the impression that he was blind, glared right back at Wally. "Laurence?" Wally asked, instantly realizing he sounded nothing like Will. The man slightly opened his mouth, and raised an eyebrow, "Sir, I've been your butler since the day you could walk, and yet you never have gotten my name right." He gave a soft chuckle and grabbed Wally's arm, "We must get you home, Sir, else your parents'll get worried too." He began to drag Wally towards the left, back the way he had come.

Wally thought with difficulty, he had no idea what he should say, but he settled for a snobby-rich-boy demeanour and glared at the man holding his arm, "Well, Butler, I have legs, I can walk." His butler instantly dropped his arm and proceeded to say Sorry, Beg your Pardon and Sir thousands of times. Wally gritted his teeth and he trod slightly behind the man to his new home.

Monday, June 17 .

8.38 am

Wilberforce strained his eyes. He had been at school for little over half an hour and he was already prepared to kill himself. The bustling students and the droning teacher in the class room were giving him a headache. No one seemed to want to learn, and even the teacher was texting. He raised his hand after a few minutes. After all, from what his tutor had taught him, people came to school to learn, not to throw paper aeroplanes and chew gum. The teacher was surprised by Wills sudden interest in Trig. 101.

Will coughed slightly, and smiled at the confused math teacher, who was still debating whether or not he should let 'Wally West' say something in class. The boy had never done any wrong, always did his work...but stayed quiet. He was surprised by sudden questions. Will decided to speak by his own accord, "Sorry, Sir, but it seems you are not doing the best of work at keeping your class of animals under control." 'Sir' fumed, and Will realized that the way he spoke to his tutor, and what was acceptable at home...probably wasn't too acceptable in school. The 'animals' were silenced and the teacher fumed. A guy sat behind Will cracked his knuckles, and a few girls turned to glare at him. The guy beside Will turned to face him, "Animals?" He chuckled, and craned his neck, "That's not even the start, Kid." Will gulped. He'd pretty much set himself on track for the rest of the day, and he knew now why Wally told him not to speak up...he also guessed that Wally wasn't kidding with his 'dudes' and 'likes' between words. That really must've been the way he spoke. Will shut his eyes and scrunched up his nose, "Sorry, guys. Don't know what came over me." He hunched slightly, his back curving for the first time in years, "Guess I haven't had much sleep." He rubbed the back of his neck, and flashed a cheesy grin. The guy next to him grunted and turned away, and after a few words of profanity, the class returned back to it's 'normal' mayhem.

Will hobbled out of class as soon as the bell went, and then was hit by a harsh realization. He didn't know his locker combination, he didn't know who his friends were, and he had no idea where his next class was and... "Hey, Wally!" A kid sped to his side, and hit him hard on the back. He supposed this was some sort of hello, and tried not to grimace too hard, "Hey...erm...friend?" He glanced up at the blond haired male who was by his side. The dark rimmed glasses on his face were the only indication to the fact that this guy was slightly different. Will didn't really think Wally was the...popular type. The blond smiled at him, and raised an eyebrow, "Dude, are you like, okay?" Will thought back to Trig class, "Yup...It's actually a dialect here..." He tried to find his acting cores, and smiled at the guy beside him, "Yeah, yeah. I just, ya know, hit my head last night. I'm a bit tired, as all." His friend didn't seem convinced, but gave a wonky grin, "We're meeting Nem and Ray at second break, canteen. Usual place, Okay?" Will nodded quickly and rubbed the back of his neck for the second time that day, he was still trying to find character. "Dude, I know this is stupid. But where's my locker...and what's my combo...and where's my next class?"

His friend gave him an odd look and sniggered, "Amnesia or something, mate? See you in class." He turned on his heel and walked away. Will watched him walk away, furious, "What a rude, mean...stupid person!" He gritted his teeth, and started walking the same way he saw his 'mate' tread. Room 17A apparently.

He sucked in the air around him, and rolled his eyes. It had only been an hour. He sighed and grabbed the door-knob, turning it slowly. A hand on his shoulder instantly stopped him. He turned to face the person who obviously wanted his attention. "You never apologized, West." The crack of knuckles made Will shake, and his eyes turned to saucers as a fist hit his face. He slid down to the floor, holding his nose, "Dammit! Wally seriously has no friends!" The person who had hit him was still stood over him, "That's just a warning kid. Don't mess will Morrison again!" The guy grunted and strode away, leaving Will almost in tears. His confusion hit him hard, and his leg was beginning to ache, "That's it. I'm going home." Will instantly regretted the thought...maybe things were only going to get better. He thought about what he was missing out on back at the manor, and instantly smiled at the situation he was in. He decided he was fine with been beat up, over going home. Instead, he determined he really wanted to meet this 'Aunt Iris' woman. He glanced around at the empty hallway, and resolute he would pay a visit to the school nurse instead of walking into whatever doom room 17A held.

There we go guys! That's just a kind of setting chapter for what the duo or in for in the future!

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