This is bro/sis bonding, because that last chaoter was hella dark. Please review, and i'll upload another chapter tomorrow!
"Tag! You're it!" Wally yelled, sprinting off in a blur. Roy rolled his eyes- he really hadn't wanted to play tag with the speedster, but yesterday had been rough for the kid, so they'd all agreed.
Batman, Green Arrow, and Flash had called the kids out of school for the next two days, thinking it best they stayed together for the next few days. Besides that, Wally lived in a small town of rural Nebraska, meaning everyone a school would've heard about the arrest of his father.
He didn't want to put Wally through that, having to go to school and face everyone...
So they'd all been hanging out at the watch tower for awhile.
Barry smiled as he watched them horse around- even Roy, who was normally snarky, sarcastic, and enjoyed solitude, was busy trying to evade the speedster.
He checked his watch. Mary, Wally's mother, had called Iris up, sobbing, at around five yesterday evening. Today it was early in the morning, the kids had spent the night curled up asleep while Disney Movies played in the background, and Rudolph had spent the night in jail.
Barry looked at Batman imploringly. "Should I go see him now?"
"Not yet. Leave him until tonight- on his second night, it'll sink in, what he's done..."
Barry nodded, turning, leaving the kids to play while the league discussed other things, all not talking about the situation at hand. They'd already figured that out, and Batman and Flash had things under control.
The leaguers were in a meeting, again, and the main room was littered with bubbles. Roy shook his head and smiled, seeing his face grotesquely reflected and rainbow-tinged in the clear surface of a bubble.
"Where'd you guys even find the bubble soap?" Roy asked.
"We made it!" Wally said. He was more than cheered up- the bruises on his back, which would normally take weeks to heal in an average human were already yellowing and beginning to fade on him. Still, he kept his shirt off, since the bruises were still ender, and no one admonished him for it.
"Wanna help us blow bubbles, Roy?" Dick asked, pulling out a bubble wand, blowing a large bubble that popped in Roy's face.
"Ah! No!" Roy said, running to the sink and rinsing his eyes out. He came back in a few minutes later, looking grumpy, with bloodshot eyes.
"Hey guys- watch this!" Scarlet put the glass of bubble soap to her lips, gargling with it. A moment later she puckered her lips, blowing out a flurry of bubbles.
"Cool! Lemme try!" Wally said, snatching the glass from her and takin a big sip, passing it to Dick, who copied him.
"What is WRONG with you!?" Roy asked, staring at them, shocked. They were too busy blowing bubbles to notice, and Roy stared as they all gargled with the bubble fluid.
"Guys? GUYS!" Roy yelled. Scarlet, startled by his sharp tone, started choking on bubble soap, while Wally did a classic spit take. Dick delicately spit his bubble solution back into the container.
Scarlet was still choking, and Wally thumped her on the back. She spit some clear, bubbly saliva and Roy winced, but she finally caught her breath.
"Do you even know if that's SAFE?" Roy asked.
Scarlet shrugged. "We aren't dead yet, right?"
"No! That is NOT a good philosophy to live by!" Roy said, snatching up the bottle of soap they'd been using. He read the back, eyes widening.
"For EXTERNAL use only. Do NOT ingest. Keep away from children..." he eyed his three siblings contemptuously. "Great. You all stay here while I call poison control."
"No!" Dick grabbed Roy, stopping him. "Batman or somebody would find out! We'd rather DIE than be called idiots!"
"Even if that's what you are?" Roy asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Scarlet nodded. "Ignorance is biscuits, Roy, ignorance is biscuits." she said, screwing up the American phrase. But in her defense, she'd actually adapted well to American culture and sayings. She only screwed up once in awhile...
Roy face-palmed. "Forget it. But don't come crying to me when you start seizing."
"Should I go now?" Barry asked quietly.
Batman nodded. "Go."
Rudolph West looked up when his cell door clanked open. He'd been forced into a neon orange prison uniform and now had five o' clock shadow, and was wondering where the guard was taking him. He knew it was best not to ask.
The past 24 hours had been hell for him. Soggy, tasteless prison food, community showers in cold water, he was surrounded by drug dealers, rapists, and killers. And he couldn't help but think of Wally, what he'd done to him. Was his son hurt badly? He'd just snapped for an instant, but he regretted it now. He'd been heading downhill for weeks...
"You have twenty minutes." the guard said gruffly, pushing him into a white room with a beat up red sofa, and Barry.
Barry stood when he entered the room, scowling at his brother by marriage, not by blood.
"We need to talk."