Wally showed up several times after that. He kept taking Robin across the globe at the small hours of the morning. Always managing to work around their scouting route, and missions, he showed up the moment Robin began to think he'd forgotten all about him. He always came with a warm laugh and a smile and a new adventure. They went to Greece and Rome and Georgia and all the most beautiful, unknown places they could find, hanging off trees and rooftops and running through narrow alleyways chasing villains. They fought together in uniform, and stood on the top of monuments and sat on world wonders eating cheeseburgers and fries. Wally always talked about how much he'd wanted to share his world with someone else – he had done a lot of traveling in his spare time, surprise there, and found tons and tons of nice places he had ached to show somebody. Having someone who knew what it was like to be all over the world and so absorbed with life and work was like a light in the tunnel.

His smile seemed suddenly sad to Robin. His laugh felt… hollow. Loneliness was such a big part of his life now that his Young Justice league had broken up that it had taken a toll on him. Some of that anger had backed him into a corner. He had gotten into pretty big trouble with one of the villains the Flash and him had fought a while ago; they'd tracked Wally down, and even kidnapped his family, and held them for ransom. Wally had almost killed himself several times to get them back – and still hadn't fully recovered. Mentally, at least.

He was healthier than ever now that he was terrified of turning the tides again and loosing his idiocy on the world again. All he had been doing before was work, work, work. Mission after mission. Ceaseless fighting. But in the end he'd pushed himself too far. So, Flash had mandated a mental health break for him, and sent him home for a week. No more missions until his head was back in place. Technically that break was still in effect – even though they'd been crime fighting together – but Wally felt better, looked better, thought better. Finding Robin that night had sparked something that was healing him.

This was a surprise to Robin, of course, who was watching him intently over a chocolate milkshake. They were in an ice cream shop in Italy, in civilian clothes, at three in the morning. Well, Pacific Eastern time. It was nine in the morning here. "So you aren't supposed to be fighting?" He questioned with a coy smile. Today he was wearing a black t-shirt under a dark blue button down, entirely unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves. Of course he was masked. A thick black watch was on his right wrist, a metal ring on his middle finger, and his jeans had holes in them. Black boots shifted against the tile of the veranda, the morning sun warming both of them considerably.

"No," Wally confessed. "But I also shouldn't be out at three am on a school night." He chuckled, and sat back in his chair. He had a brown racer leather jacket, a grey t-shirt beneath and his usual skinny jeans over red running shoes.

"You go to school?"

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"We can't. We've got an alien, a green guy, a cyborg, and an emotional grenade. Staying as far away from high school as possible is our goal in life." Robin joked.

"That actually sounds like fun. After all, everyone loves you guys." Wally blinked at him. "But what about you?"

Robin looked down at his milkshake guiltily. "I had really good grades when I lived with Bruce. I… I graduated a year early, in a governors school program. Technically I could go to college. But I'm not in the business of getting a normal job. Besides, it's all under my real name. It would blow my cover. That's why none of us do it, really. Some of us don't exist normally and you need paperwork to do things like that."

"You've got super hero friends!" Wally protested. "We could falsify things for you, make it easier. No one would mind heroes taking on some aliases. We do it pretty often."

"What about you?" Robin picked up his shake. "How do you do it?"

Wally shrugged. "I go to school under my real name. No one knows it's Kid Flash under the mask." His eyes softened. "But you don't like to go anywhere unmasked."

Robin fell silent. No, he didn't. He sipped his shake and shrugged. "It's not so bad. We're fine. We like what we do, it's what we were made for. Anyway you don't need a degree to kick bad guy butt." They shared a laugh, cradling their ice cream.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Wally asked suddenly.

Robin raised a brow at him. "Your plot? No, actually. Mind filling me in?"

"Not yet. You have to figure it out first." With a grin, Wally got up, holding out his hand. "Come on, let's get back. Your team will be missing you."

Looking up at him, Robin shook his head with a smile, getting to his feet as well. "Not yet," he said, surprising both of them. "Let's go somewhere else first."

"Where do you want to go?" Wally asked, confused.

"Paris." Robin found himself saying.

They soared into Paris, France, working through the thick traffic and the lights of a waking city. It was barely six there. Wally took them to the fountains of a huge museum, in clear view of the Eiffel Tower, and they sat on the edge together. "Why Paris?" Wally asked.

"I felt… romantic." Robin confessed, and Wally looked at him, blush blossoming behind his freckles. Returning it with a smile, Robin sat close to him and they turned to watch the sunrise. Wally's arm snaked around Robin's shoulders, and they sat together, one couple of dozens out early to catch the early pink rays of the day.