Y.J: The Talk Chap.2"Okay Barry you can do this. You've faced a lot worse in your life; you can do this." Barry was standing in front of Wally's door, trying to gather all his inner strength, so that he could confront the red-haired speedster. It wasn't like he was scared of Wally, but trying to tell a teenage boy to stop seeing the boy that made him happy was something that he wasn't skilled at.More Like This
"Well here goes nothing." said Barry as he knocked on the door.
"It's open!" yelled the red head from the other side of the door.
As the blond-haired man opened the door; he was met with the sight of an extremely messy room. Jumbo bags of chips were scattered all over the room as Wally sat on the only neat thing his bed, casually typing on his laptop. "Wally could you please close that thing; we have to talk."
"Oh no," Wally said as he pushed his laptop to the side, no closing it.
"Why the 'Oh no'?"
"Uncle Barry, I've had my fair share of bad talks and all of them have two things in common. They all started with,
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Sequel to "The News Report."
Pairing : KF/Rob.
Bruce speed down the empty streets of Gotham City with his new black Lamborghini. After leaving the Hall of Justice some time earlier, he decided that he needed to have a little chat with Dick and hoped that Barry would do the same with Wally.
"What were those two thinking?" he asked out loud
The billionaire playboy made a sharp turn and was immediately in front of his mansion. Alfred as always was waiting there for him.
"Good afternoon Master Bruce," said the older man as he opened the door for his pseudo son.
Bruce walked through the two heavy bronze doors and started to speed walk up the stairs towards his ward's room with Alfred tailing right behind him.
"Judging by your actions Master Bruce; I'm guessing you saw the morning news?"
"Not only me Alfred, but the world too! I mean what were they thinking?"
Bruce harshly opened the door and was met with the sight of Dick, sitting in the lap of a stuffed bear that
While You Were Sleeping 2After Robin took off his sunglasses for him, Wally learned more about his best friend. Though he suppose the technical term would be boyfriend even though using that term made Robin turn a nice shade of pink. Who knew the boy wonder could blush?More Like This
Or who, besides Batman, and now Wally himself, knew Robin's name was Dick? Or that he had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen? He almost wanted to have the Bat arrested for crimes against humanity for making Dick hide them away. Note the almost; this way he had those dazzling blues all to himself, or rather time shared with Batman. Maybe that's why Batman insisted on the sunglasses? Selfish rodent with super glaring powers that would make dementors envious
Besides the things Dick shared with him, Wally learned other things about him. Like the fact that he was ticklish, but only if done just right. Once Wally figured it out all he had to do was wiggle his fingers at him and Dick would start laughing. He also learned never to do it in
While You Were Sleeping 1The first time Robin fell asleep against Wally, the speedster knew Robin trusted him, even if he couldn't know his name. If he didn't, Wally doubted that Robin would have stayed once he started to get tired, let alone stay beside him on a couch watching a boring movie.More Like This
Wally had to admit that it had been tempting to steal the sunglasses and wake Robin up for a chance to see his eyes. He had even reached for them and took hold of the temples but released them, leaving the sunglasses on the younger boy's face instead before getting a blanket to cover him up with.
In the morning Robin acted like nothing had happened, like his accidentally spending the night was perfectly normal; just an ordinary friend with no secrets spending the night. That's how Wally knew he had made the right decision.
The act of Robin falling asleep on his couch soon took a pattern and Wally could determine the causing factors from the conversations before hand. When indicators presented themselves, Wally knew to ha
How Do You Know?Robin stood in front of his boyfriend Wally West's bedroom door, clutching the edge of his bright red pajama shirt tightly, biting his lower lip. He desperately wanted to go in, but not because he was feeling freaky that night, no. It was just one of those nights; a night where all the bad in your life hits you like a kick in the chest by an elephant, where you feel vulnerable and helpless, and you just want someone to hold you while you let it all out. He yearned to be enclosed in the wonderful embrace of his lover but he wondered to himself if Wally would try something more or shoo him away for disturbing his sleep. That was the last thing Robin wanted.More Like This
But finally he decided that what would happen would happen and pushed open the door. He made sure not to make too much noise, closing the door behind without so much as a squeak. He quietly made his way over to the sleeping figure on the bed of his boyfriend. Robin took a moment to revel in the moment, enjoying watching the
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Sequel To "Trash Duty."
"Hey Dude no fair! Stop using cheats!"
"No can do, dude. I've got them and I'm gonna use them."
"Well at least share them."
"Become a master hacker and get your own."
Kid Flash pouted but still continued to stare at the huge scene.
"I never noticed how quiet it is around here without the guys." said KF as he look around the empty hollowed out cave.
"Well Supey is having flying lessons with Red Tornado, Aquaman took Aqualad for that super urgent mission in Atlantian and Miss M went off with Manhunter for some martian... thing. So basically we have the whole weekend to ourselves."
The boys continued to play mindless video games for hours after hours .But like most of the times Robin got bored , KF wasn't really much of a challenge. So he tried to find more "interesting" ways to entertain himself. His eyes gleamed mischievously behind the dark shades.
"Whaff?" asked Wally with a mouthful of mini marshmallows.
Kid Flash Robin Trash Duty"We kick bad guy butt on a daily base, we're allowed to carry around deadly weapons, heck we are even allowed to ride motorbikes! Why the hell are we doing chores?!" asked Robin as he carried heavy trash bags.More Like This
"Heroes or not, they still teenagers and teenagers need to learn about responsibly." said Batman and Batman's words is law.
So the young heroes were put on a "chores schedule". Every week each of them has their own chores to do.
Superboy was in charge of putting all the weight's in the gym room back in their rightful place, Aqualad was in charge of writing the teams missions reports and them handing them over to the League, Artemis had to clean up the training room, Miss Martian had had to check every vehicles that Mount Justice had, to make sure they were working right. Wally had the chore of going to the supermarket and making sure that the team had a fully stocked fridge.( It might sound easy but when you have a super fast metabolism and teammates then don't like it when their
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That's the only way I can describe my boyfriend Dick Grayson as he sits beside me on the couch in Wayne Manor telling me about his latest trip out of town. Wait, country. He'd been gone for the past week (unbearable) for this fundraiser in some country in Africa. I swear this is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. He's telling me about the happy children, the elephants and tigers and a bunch of other animals with names I don't remember, and the dude that slipped into a pile of you-know-what. But ya know what?
I'm barely even listening.
I'm paying more attention to him instead of what he's actually saying. Sounds horrible and incredibly thoughtless, right? But he's speaking and moving with such enthusiasm that I can't take my eyes off him for even a moment. His electric blue eyes are bright with laughter, tiny lips stretched into a brilliant smile, and arms flying through the air with such animation and vigor that it makes me smile back at him before my br
What's HardRobin sat at one of the many wooden tables in the public library, reading a book detaliling all the latest computer technology. The entire team was there, mostly because of Megan. She had said she'd wanted to go an Earth library for the longest time. Superboy had never been to one and Kald'r could always use more books so there was really no debate about it. So there they were. Megan and Superboy were browsing the nonfiction while Kald'r was in the non-fiction. And KF was...moving around from shelf to shelf, never staying in one place for too long.More Like This
Short attention span and all that.
Any other day Robin would have smiled at the redhead's erratic behavior but not today. He was not in a good mood. Pissed off was an understatement. And it was all KF's fault. The speedster circled around a few more times before slipping into the seat next to the young hero.
"Hey Rob what's-"
"Shhhhhh!" Several voices hissed in unision, irritation clear on their daces.
"Sorry," KF whispered with a shrug. Her
Little DevilDick Grayson was probably going to get killed for this later but at that moment he didn't really care. Bruce had given him and his boyfriend Wally some more freedom but that probably didn't include sleeping in the same bed, him with only a too-big shirt and his partner wearing only pants. The Boy Wonder had been allowed to have a sleepover at Wally's place with Barry supervising and being the boys they were, a food fight broke out a mere two hours after he'd gotten there. This wouldn't have been a problem if Dick's spare clothes hadn't been caught in the crossfire. They were currently in the washer and Barry had been the one to suggest borrowing some of Wally's clothes. When it was time for bed (translation: Wally got sleepy), Dick had merely slipped off the too-big shorts and settled for the giant black T-shirt that read "Little Devil" in bright yellow letters as his nightwear. He'd hesitated about climbing into bed with the ginger but being the encouraging person he was, Uncle BarryMore Like This