The perfect line of skaters broke up when they wanted to do their own thing. Robin thought he passed another redhead male as he flew along the ramps, kicking a 360 over a railing, but he couldn't really tell. He shot through sweaty bodies he didn't recognize all on his own, keeping an eye out for anyone who might get in his way. The big ramp had space, though, and he aimed right for it. He put his foot to the ground and launched himself up the high jump, cruising at light speed up the side of it and sailing through the air, his board twirling. With a kick-flip, he returned the soles of his shoes to his board just before he smacked back down, sending him flying into a horde of cheering skater kids. They made a path for him and watched him board passed, slapping high-fives as he went.
He dove back into the stream of boarders in the swimming pool. He did more kick jumps, sailing over people, and was feeling like he was invincible. Of course, what that happens, it rarely ever stays that way. Robin flew up into a jump he didn't judge right, and realized last minute it was a horrible idea. He flung out his arms to help deflect the three other kids flying at him, and their boards collided, clacking against the ground as the people crumpled into a heap beside them. Half the park dropped everything and rushed over. They pulled the kids off each other, supporting them with several pairs of kind hands, and Robin was dazed. He'd smacked his head into some kid's helmet.
He felt warm hands turn him onto his back, and looked up dizzily into a smiling freckled face. "You should really be careful where you ride," a friendly voice teased. "When you get pumped it's hard to see the directions you shouldn't be going."
That voice. He'd heard it before. Green eyes laughed down at him, but the face was smiling. His red hair was like a beacon in his shaken state. "Kid Fl-"
"HE'S OK," Wally West cried, to which everyone cheered. "Not here, man." He whispered to the young hero, helping him to his feet. Robin smacked his forehead, which hurt. He'd almost blurted his hero identity. He must be concussed or something.
They broke out of the crowd, and Robin's friends found him and covered him in worried questions. Their concern was so genuine that it made his smile warm. Without much energy he tried to tell them he was just fine, without really being fine, and Wally stepped in. "I'll take him home, guys. He needs to tap out for tonight." After a bit of protest and pouting, they agreed.
Gratefully, Robin bid his friends good-bye and let Wally lead him out the gates. The night had become a lot colder. Robin shivered involuntarily in his short sleeves as he followed Wally down the street. "Thanks. It always ends well when I meet a fellow hero on the streets." He joked. "I appreciate the save. But you don't have to walk me back to the tower."
Wally's disarmingly charming smile flashed as he spun on the balls of his feet to face the boy wonder. He had on a thick jade-green sweater that mirrored his eye color, over a collared shirt. There were red sneakers on his feet and his jeans were regular blue denim, worn but clean. "You're too noodly to be left alone, Rob. I'll give you a ride home."
At the thought of Kid Flash carrying him back to the tower, Robin blushed. "Thanks, but no thanks," he chuckled nervously. "I'll walk."
"Dude!" Wally protested. "I just got a car, I'm not gonna haul you all the way there myself!" He pretended to be insulted and patted a red car beside him, making Robin laughed.
"Sorry, I thought that's what you meant. A car ride I could go for." He smiled. Sliding into the passenger's side, he settled into the leather, sighing in relief. "I haven't been off my feet in hours. I think they went numb before I even got here."
Wally got in beside him, snug behind the steering wheel, and laughed. "Sounds like you had a busy night! Good to know you can enjoy life outside the limelight every once in a while." He pulled off his sweater and tossed it at Robin. "Here. That girl took your jacket, right?" With a shocked nod, Robin eagerly pulled the sweater over his head. It radiated with heat and the smell of musky cologne. Wally seemed to be emanating body heat, which was good for a night like tonight. Starting up the Mustang, he slid into drive and cruised off the curb and down the road. "You really party as hard as you fight."
"Yeah, I guess," Robin sighed. "It's no less exhausting, though."
The silence that settled was… unsettling. Robin couldn't help but wonder about the ginger hair at the club. He canted his head to the side thinking about it. Did Kid follow him? He stretched his hands out to the heaters as Wally turned them up and put the idea on the back-burner of his mind, focusing on thawing his stiff fingers. His exhaustion began to creep up into his bones and make him heavier and heavier. Without Wally to take him back, he would have fallen asleep somewhere on the side of the road. He'd gotten lucky. God knows what Martius would have done if he'd had to spend the night with him. Probably wake him up with metal music at like eight in the morning.
Every time Robin glanced over he would inevitably catch Wally stealing a glance of his own and they would immediately look elsewhere. Oddly, whether from the heat or embarrassment, Robin felt heat in his cheeks.
"So," Wally cleared his throat. "Your head. How do you feel? Think you got a little too rattled up there?"
Robin looked down at his hands. "Well, I can clearly tell I only have ten fingers, and I can remember the date pretty well. I think I'll be fine."
Beside him, Wally laughed lightly. "Wow, you are a lot funnier out of character."
"Out of character?"
"Yeah, you know. Not all gung-ho and Robin-esque. Although that is a very good façade," Wally said quickly. "It suits you. The humor, and the gung-ho thing. But the humor thing does so… more."
Smiling, Robin snuggled down into the sweater and glanced at the passing buildings. "You'd be the first to think so."
Wally seemed to tense a bit. He'd gotten the implication. "So Bats didn't…?"
"No, he didn't," Robin interrupted wearily. "But his opinion doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad somebody likes me… out of character."
The smile on the ginger's face was lost on the boy wonder, who sank into a heavy slumber shortly after.