For You Part 3I've escapted the stadium, made it to Wally's house, and am now standing in front of his bedroom door, ready to knock. The deep blush on my face from his televised confession still isn't completely gone. I can still feel the heat there. What he said on the tv was enough to make me heat up like a fire, but the press had only made it worse. As soon as the words had left Wally's lips they had descended on me and Bruce, pushing, shouting, asking a thousand questions at once. Bruce had managed to act as a scapegoat so I could get away. No doubt he's still there, trying to fend them off.For You Part 3 in Drama More Like This
I raise my hand and knock on the door lightly.
"Wally?" I call. I get no response. "Wally, can I come in?"
I get the faintest sound of "yes" from the other side of the door and take the opportunity. I place my hand on the doorknob, push the door open, and enter. The entire room is dark, not a single light turned on, with an air of dread filling the atmosphere. I turn my eyes to the be
FineWally just held him.Fine in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
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I know something is wrong as soon as I hear a crash. It's the sound of something breaking and I fear it's more than just a piece of fine china.
"Wally, wait! Please!"
Not more than I second later, I see Master Wallace come storming into the main hallway from my perch on the stairs. I believe the proper word to describe his expression is "pissed off." And there's a hint of hurt as well. Young Master Richard is behind him, right on his heels, face apologetic and pleading.
As Young Master Wallace wrenches open the door, Master Richard grabs hold of his shirt, hands trembling, and I am already making my way down the stairs.
"Let go of me, Dick."
"No! Wally, please don't leave! I didn't mean it! I-"
"Enough." The red-headed boy pushes Master Richard's hands away and my suspicions are unfortunately confirmed correct. "I'm done. It's over."
The door slams and not a second later, he's on the floor, sobbing.
"Good heavens!" is the only thing
Plans - Broken pt. 4Alfred's POVPlans - Broken pt. 4 in Drama More Like This
I am really not quite that surprised when Master Barry comed bounding through the door at top speed. Master Bruce saw him coming before he got within 20 feet so he was already there, grabbing the man by his uniform, ready to beat him within an inch of his life. I step in to intervene, stepping in between them, pushing against their figures, and trying to talk Master Bruce down. It takes about 15 minutes but I am successful in my task. I guide them down to the Batcave where they can talk about their business in a calm, professional manner. We all know what this is about and we are all ready to do whatever we can to fix this.
"Bruce, this is bad," Master Barry starts off.
"You think your end's bad?" Master Bruce counters angirly. I cannot blame him for saying it.
"Yes, I do, Bruce. I just fished my nephew who just jumped off the goddamn Central City Bridge a few minutes ago out of the damn water! Yeah, I think it's pretty f***ing bad!"
"My word!" I comment out loud. I
Always SorryDick bolted out of his desk as soon as the final bell of the day rang, whisking his backpack onto his shoulders as he exited the classroom. It had been some time since the day that had started with a beating and ended in his boyfriend's comforting embrace. His eye was back to normal and the cut on his cheek almost completely gone. He hadn't had a confrontation since then.Always Sorry in Drama More Like This
The young student rushed down the stairs, eager for a nice, smooth ride home and to avoid the troublesome bullies he'd managed to evade for the past few days. As he rounded the corner and headed out onto the well-groomed front yard, his eyes scanned for the familiar sleek black car to take him home. Instead he found a lanky red-head leaning up against one of the railings, lips curling into a smile as their eyes met. Dick couldn't keep his pace from quickening with excitement, astonished expression on his face, a smile of his own threatening to appear.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he got within
Unable - Broken pt. 2Alfred's POVUnable - Broken pt. 2 in Drama More Like This
It has been two weeks since that unfortunate day and it is taking its heavy toll on the manor. Master Richard is not sleeping at all. The only time he shuts his eyes is for brief moments in order to blink. He will not even go to lay in his bed, just sit on the couch or in the Batcave. He barely eats as well. The most I have seen him eat in these past few weeks is one bowl of tomato soup each day. I have to keep an eye on him more than usual in case he falls or collapses and requires medical attention. I must keep an eye on Master Bruce too. I have kept him from finding Young Master Wallace and torturing him until he dies a very painful death for about a total 30 times. It really is exhausting for me.
Now I am walking down the stairs of the Batcave with some fresh, hot choclate prepared by myself, Master Dick's favorite, in the hopes that this will somehow warm his spirit. But deep down, I know it is all futile.
He is in the Batman's Big Chair as ussal, blanket wrapp
Whole Again - Broken pt. 5Note: Yes, you all finally get to know wtf Dick said to get this little wrecking ball rolling. And no, I didn't make it something stupid like "PBJ sucks ass." That's just be cruel.Whole Again - Broken pt. 5 in Drama More Like This
It is terrible to stand here and watch Master Richard be treated this way, but it is for the better, no matter how much my heart wants to protest it. Master Barry dials a number on his phone too fast for me to keep up with, rapid words are exchanged, and less than a minute later there's a red and yellow blur flying across the screen.
The Riddler's henchmen descend upon the speeding figure but they are no match for its power. They fall to the ground, two at a time, and after no time at all, there's only the devious villain himself is left. The racing blur stops for a mere second and if there were any doubts that it were Kid Flash, they were eliminated for certain now. He doesn't wait for the man to finish his riddle, kicking him square in the face and knocking him out cold.
In the next
By My Side Part 3"Um, Auntie? Where's the meds?" Wally asked, a wary laugh forcing its way out his throat. The look on her face confirmed what he was afraid of.By My Side Part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There is no more," she replied solemnly. He gulped.
"Well can you call the doctor and get some more?" Her face fell even further.
"I did. He said he wouldn't give you any more." His mouth dropped to the floor.
"He said he didn't want you to get addicted to it and that you'll just have to take Tylenol."
"Load of hooey, I say," his grandmother chimed in from downstairs. The red-head would have laughed out loud with glee if he hadn't felt as if someone had just slapped him.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
"And there's more," his aunt continued.
Isis cleared her throat. "Anyway, your uncle just got called away on a mission and we don't know when he'll be back."
Okay. That sucked, but he could handle that. He'd still have Aunt Isis and Grandma there.
"Also your grandmother and I have to go s
By My Side Part 430 minutes later Wally was still staring at his open doorway, the image of Dick disappearing through it still stuck in his mind. The only person who would help him, the only person who cared enough about him the only person he wanted by his side right at that moment was gone. He didn't know when he'd come back or if he'd even come back at all. He'd pushed the boy beyond his limit, over the edge, and had drove him away. The wounded teen felt shame beyond compare.By My Side Part 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What have I done?" he asked himself, burying his face into his hands. "I'm so stupid."
He leaned forward until his forhead rested just above his knees, firery hair brushing against the skin as more tears slipped silently through his fingers. All that he had been holding back came out in uncontrollable waves, shaking his body, numbing his pain. He stayed like that for so long this his perception of time became twisted and completely out of whack. Eventually he just stopped. No tears. No sobs. No cries. He raised his head slowly
The Perfect MomentWally's school has just let out for the day and I spot him exiting the building from my spot on the sidewalk. Almost immediately I see a group of way-too-pretty schoolgirls make a beeline for him. The expression on his face as he notices them tells me all I need to know. They are my targets.The Perfect Moment in Drama More Like This
And they are going to pay.
I watch as the prance over to him, wolves in sheep's clothing with massive grins on their faces. They block Wally's path and he's forced to stop, his shoulders sagging int that way I've seen so many many times when he's just tired and annoyed of something. I can't really blame him in this case. Who I infer to be the leader, a strawberry blonde chick with boobs that are way too big starts talking to him and his open in short, crisp responses. This is where my plan can come into action. I've placed some devices all over the school yard (you don't wanna know what kind) that'll give them a very very rude awakening call. I've already got my hand on the control pad. I wait for