A/N Wally's story depressed the shit outta me. Anyways, I've been emotionally screwed lately and haven't been able to update so. . . Yeah. But temposhark's raw messages are putting me back into my old mindset ;D Expect more.

-Aki-Bunny

On the morrow of that fateful day Wally lie still in his seat, awaiting the hour of departure as his travel 'partner' readied himself. Wallace rolled his eyes as conner fixed his hair, sighing a bit he glanced over at the red-head sympathetically. Still, Wallace paid him no heed, if his shoulder were to represent anything it'd be ice towards said prince.

Both King Bruce and Sir Barry stood side by side as both boys, stoic and noble stood before them. Wallace in gleaming armor and Conner in a noble prince's attire. The hatred in the room was evident and thick in the air, so such the tension would easily be cut by the red head's saber.

His highness stood before the red-head, and though they looked into each other's eyes with a bit of sympathetic melancholy, neither of them spoke, there was so much to say yet nothing at all. The feelings in the room couldn't ever be explained, there was no simple fear, nor respect and at the same time the appreciation differentiated oddly. Though here they stood, bidding farewell as such would in a caricature of respect, done so blindly.

Wallace felt he deserved an apology from everyone here, and at the same time felt like he deserved his place.

Conner wished to apologize and at the same time refused to speak.

The silence was ice.

As both Conner and Wallace departed, side by side Wallace spoke up for the first time all day.

"Speak not a word to me for I'll strike you dead right here." This wasn't a warning, nor a threat, as a matter of fact, it wasn't a promise either, rather it was a plead for he wished for nothing more for the brunette's lips to part and a voice to escape so that he might have the excuse to decapitate the blue eye'd prince, and kindly say, 'He was warned'.

Of course, he did no such thing for Conner perked up, and spoke, and though neither man faced each other they watched each other like buzzards over a rotting carcass.

"I wish not to fight with you."

"A fight is what you've had since day one."

"And for what I might ask? How childish, just as expected from a mere street rat."

"Excuse me?" Wally glanced over his eyes eerily glowing with disdain.

"You heard me." Conner raised his voice, "You hate me and for what? Falling in love with Richard. I do can't apologize for what I can not control. Tell me, Wallace, what was it like the night you and Richard met?"

". . . A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." Wallace glanced down, recalling that fateful night and that intense race. He smiled a bit.

Conner sighed, glancing down.

"You two really love each other. . . but I love Richard too." Conner said softly, Wally turned, glaring. "Which is why I want to help."

"What?"

"I want you two to be together. . . It would make Richard so very happy."

"What? And then I look like the bad guy, while prince charming is over here playing the woe is me card."

"N-not at all! How do you procure such wild assumptions!?"

"I know 'bout boys like you!"

"You know nothing about me! And what about men like you!? Rebels and urchins!"

"Is that what you think of me?" Wally laughed, "Heh, you know nothing of me and I can pull apart your psyche string by string, you're just some looser prince who thinks he loves the first homosexual he meets because he's been so locked up his whole life, and me? Heh, I was never an urchin, but you wouldn't think so huh? No, you just assume what you're thought, you never think out of the box, I was a normal kid, I wasn't royal but I wasn't no damn urchin, and as a teen, well I've had experience in love and I know Richard is the one, and those same experiences got me beat and abused and sent away. My parents detested me with all their might because I loved men, and they sent me away to my aunt and uncle in the country side who cared for me, until I became a man, much like my uncle I have inhuman athletic prowess, and I became a knight, to defend a prince, a high honor indeed. But one night, I met a boy, the night before I was knighted I had a race with a boy from the barracks, a masked boy with eyes as bright as the day sky, and it was love at first sight. He changed me. We kissed, he did so. . . so..so passionately and I asked to court him. . . the next day, I met my prince and y'know what? They were the same person and for weeks we loved each other and some. . some-Bimbo prince! stepped in and threatened to ruin it all. . . and he did. But. . . it was inevitable."

Wally'd already began to hic and sob speaking fast as a child would, he looked up at Conner, eyes red and puffy.

"Because I'm a rowdy boy and he's . . well he's just. . Wow. He's perfection. . . so, he gave me his virginity." Wally's hands shook, "But I'll tell you, I couldn't give him mine."

"How distasteful." Conner sighed. With tears streaming down his eyes, Wally put up a fake smile shaking his head.

"Yeah it is, but it's not really y'choice when you're forced. . ." Conner looked up, his eyes wide with sympathy.

"Sir Wallace I'm sor-"

"Sorry, yeah. I get it." Wally shook his head, riding forward, not looking at Conner, "But, who'd want an apple which already has a bite taken out?" He sighed.

"Wallace, let me help." Conner sighed, "I want Richard happy of course. . . but you deserve happiness to." Wally glanced back.

"How do you expect to do that?" He sighed, his tone pouty as his whimpering slowed down, "I'll be slaughtering with king Knapier soon."

"Unless you defeat him."

"What?"

"Bring King Bruce his head."

"Impossible, Bruce hates murder, he'd prefer if that fiend were to rot in a chamber."

"Then make it so."

Wally smirked, "And how do you expect me to do that?"

"Well, I'm a bit of a fighter too. Perhaps when I play the part of doting prince you take care of his highness."

"No way, I want to rescue my beloved." Wally scowled. Conner simply laughed.

"Alright then, get naked."

"Excuse me?"

"If I wear your armor he'll believe I am you."

"And if I come in with that crown he'd believe I'm. . some red headed prince?"

"He's never heard of me, my kingdom is several country sides away."

"Then I am Prince Conner." Wally smirked, his voice deepened and boring, mocking Conner. They both laughed. "One thing."

"Huh?"

"Who comes home with Robin on his steed."

"Well he's riding you-"

". . ." Wally's face burned.
". . . Sorry."

"S..so, If I defeat joker they'll think I'm the hero, we need you to be hero."

"Then I'll just tell em I did it, jeez." Wally sighed, "Always gotta make things complex."

The boys had already been undressing behind some trees, Wally slid the loose outfit over himself.

"How do I look?" Conner asked dumbly, waddling over in the metal outfit.

"Like an ass." Wally laughed, placing the crown upon his head.

"That's a Wayne family crown. . . get used to it." Conner smiled. Wally did as well, mounting to steed and continuing to ride side by side with the armoured prince.

"There it is . . ." Wally sighed, the village before the castle was desecrate, cold, barren, grey. . . damp stone everywhere, trees composed of twigs and desolate fog shrouding it. Silent . . .

As they rode through the village people smirked at them, women offered themselves, and men slurred curses drunkly.

"Keep your eyes forward Conner, they're not going to do anything unless you look at them crossed."

Conner nodded. Wally almost smirked.

"Never been in a place like this eh?" Conner shook his head.

"I'll protect you, brother."

". . ." Conner tried not to smile, but it crept onto his face, the acceptance he never thought he'd receive.

The castle gates were crooked and black, but from the design it was obviously on purpose.

"Ready, brother?" Conner finally smirked back, "I mean, 'your highness'." He laughed.

"Silence knave." Both boys tried not to laugh as they left their steeds, walking into the blackened stone building.