Prophecies Fulfilled
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shankieMagical troublemakers aren't quite done with Wally, as he and Bruce are eventually able to spend the holiday together as two consenting adults... just not the way they planned. NC-17.
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Chapter Two: Valentine's Day
Jason Blood called him while he was on patrol, and he patched through to him, landed on a flat rooftop, and looked around as a familiar deep voice came over the com-link.
"I apologize if there was some urgent matter."
"That depends on how you define 'urgent' in this case. The Flash is currently with me, occupying the body of a fifteen year old."
"Not comparatively. But I can be there tonight."
"Forever a night owl."
"You're one to talk."
"One hour?"
"Until then."
Bruce did a quick sweep and informed Batgirl and Robin they had the city for the time being, returning to the manor twenty minutes before Jason would be arriving.
Almost 1am, and Wally was asleep in the greenhouse on a bench. It was warm in here, from heating fans blowing gently in through the bubbling background noise of the hydration systems. One of Alfred's projects.
He pulled his cowl back and knelt next to Wally, shaking him awake.
"We may be a little closer to your solution."
Wally grinned, and quickly kissed him, chastely on the lips, and got up, still dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.
"Jason's coming."
"Jason?" Wally's face flickered with concern, and then he laughed. "Right, Jason Blood. Cool. I'll go brush my teeth."
He pointed and took off, and Bruce went down to the cave to monitor the police channels and wait.
Wally was impatiently pacing and flitting around behind him, until he stopped, and Bruce turned around; Jason had arrived, in black, looking at Wally as he stuffed his hands in the pockets on the front of his sweatshirt.
Wally was eyeing the magician with sultry appreciation.
"I see," Jason said. "How was it done?"
"Well, he always has high tech wands he used as 'magic' right? But this time he had more than one, and the second one looked all voodoo-hoodoo."
"Could you be more specific?"
"Big red gem on the end, maybe... bronze all wrapped around wood. Big setting for the gem. Size of a baseball. Thing glowed, and bam, my costume doesn't fit anymore and I'm holding my pants up running home." Wally laughed ironically, "then I get a call that the League needs some help, and the only costume that fits is the yellow one, so they haul me up to the Watchtower and call stud muffin here up to regulate. With my nephew, I might add."
"Cousin," Bruce said.
"Whatever."
"It doesn't sound like anything I'm familiar with, but I'll see what I can do now," Jason said, and gestured to Wally, "sit."
"Uh, okay."
They sat cross-legged, across from each other on the stone floor, and Bruce continued watching from a discreet distance. Jason was murmuring something he couldn't make out, and Wally had his eyes shut, but kept peeking up at him, growing more impatient looking.
The air took on a sharp smell and crackled, and then nothing.
"I'm afraid I'm still not up to it," Jason said, and stood. "I can swap favor for favor with someone who can try. But you won't like it," he said to Bruce.
"Who?"
"Klarion."
"You must be joking."
"If only I was."
"He's entirely untrustworthy."
"His favor to me is binding. Klarion will do as we ask, this once, at least."
"Who now?" Wally asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
"One of the more... irritating magicians presently about," Jason clarified with a long-suffering sigh. "We are more often at odds than agreeing upon anything."
"And a perfect example of power in the wrong hands," Bruce added.
"Well, this sucks." Wally stuffed his hands deep in his pockets again and looked frustrated. "I'm going for a run, thanks Jason."
Jason nodded after the departing blur, then turned to Bruce again.
"He is untrustworthy. But he is also in my debt, as much as it means to such a creature."
"We're rather anxious to find a solution as soon as possible."
"Then I'll be in touch."
They shook hands, and Jason walked off into the shadows and was gone.
"I hate magic," Bruce sighed, scratching his head as he went to return to his city.
* * *
Sitting around the manor and waiting for Bruce to come back with some solution to this pretty pickle got old, fast.
Wally had breakfast with Tim and Bart in the kitchen, then ran with Bart on his way to school, saw him off to the crowds of other kids, went sunbathing in Maui for a while, came back to Gotham, waxed the Batmobile, and then helped Alfred put groceries away. It was what little thanks he would accept for putting in the call to the garage two days in a row to tell them he was "sick", not to mention the endless time he'd been stuck in the kitchen because of him.
He knew he wasn't actually fifteen, but his body didn't, and couldn't seem to get full.
Or shake the raging sex drive threatening to drive him batshit-crazy.
It'd already taken restraint, not to just jump back in Bruce's arms when he was trying to get his life straight. That they were separated and even in the relative time he lived in... that it wouldn't be fair to just have sex and then go back to being all distant.
In a moment of desperation, he'd gone to the local news studio parking lot and waited for Linda Park to leave, being all coy and slick about finding her wallet she'd dropped... when, in all reality, he'd snatched it, dropped it, and offered it with a smile. Then asked her on a date.
As Wally had suspected, she wasn't at all interested in him without the spandex on.
Then he'd gone home, masturbated furiously, and yelled at himself for even considering it, glad she'd said no... in so many words.
That's what he was doing now; leaning against the side of the tub in the guest bedroom, finding relief in his right hand and a vivid imagination. Was being this young really this frustrating? Apparently.
He finished, washed up, and sat at the top of the sweeping staircase in the front hall, resting his arms on his knees and hunching forward, looking out the windows at the gusts of wind blowing around sparking wisps of snow over the front yard.
It was Valentine's Day, and his plans for a nice reunion involving leather were totally shot to hell.
Wally sighed, then rested his chin on his arms, and thought for a moment. Then he grinned as a light bulb went off over his head. Maybe Bruce didn't want anything to do with a lanky teenager, but he could still do something.
He pulled on his leather jacket, that hung loose as he ran into the city to a flower shop, and used some wrinkled $20 bills to buy a dozen red roses, with a single white one in the center. He threw away the blank tag and tucked them safely under the jacket as he ran to Wayne Tower, and walked inside self-consciously.
As before, the secretary gave him a stern look, and he winced.
"I'm a friend of his kid, bringing these up to Mr. Wayne... as a... uh... favor for this girl," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "And, uh, I have to do it in person and stuff."
"Name?" she asked tersely.
"Barry Allen," he said; the first thing that came to mind.
She put a call through while Wally shifted around uncomfortably, and desperately hoped there wouldn't be a cavity search involved.
"Go right up," she said, "Mr. Wayne said he's expecting you."
He flashed her a grin and a wink, then got in the elevator, humming along to a musak-y version of Mozart's Dies Irae as it went up to the top floor. It'd been his favorite thing, so far, from Bruce's music collection.
Bruce's secretary waved him in with a smile, and her own clusters of flowers on the desk.
Wally opened the door, then leaned back against it as it shut, the roses behind his back, until Bruce looked up at him, and he grinned.
"Yeah, I know, no jailbait for you, but... I got you something."
Bruce put the papers in front of him away and got up, walking over and kissing him softly on the cheek.
"You didn't have to."
Wally pulled out the roses with another grin, straightening the plastic cellophane around them before he handed them over shyly, looking over to the left a little.
"It's like... our first Valentine's Day and stuff. So... yeah," Wally said, trying not to blush, but fairly certain he was.
Bruce was towering over him in a black suit, impeccable and perfect as always, and Wally looked up as he took the flowers, his hand settling around Wally's own for a moment.
"Thank you."
Wally looked down again, biting his lip.
"I uh, should let you get back to your world-impacting matters of great importance." There was a quiet moment, and Wally looked up again at a conflicted expression. "Yeah, I should. I'll see you."
The elevator ride down took far too long; it wasn't soon enough before he was back in his yellow costume, making laps around the globe until he was exhausted, stumbling back to Wayne Manor with his backpack of clothes for a nap.
He tried to sleep in his own bed, and failed, as usual. Eventually, he found an hour's rest in the overstuffed chair sitting in the corner of Bruce's bedroom, dreaming of being himself.
Happy that the manor felt like home again.
* * *
Wally woke to Bruce shaking his shoulder again, rubbing his face sleepily.
"Mm?"
"Jason Blood is waiting for us."
Wally grinned, jumping up to splash water on his face and rinse sleep out of his mouth, then follow Bruce to where his red Lamborghini was idling in the driveway.
He wondered why Bruce didn't change into uniform, but reasoned that this witch-boy must already know who he was. Wally never claimed to be any sort of expert on magic, so when Bruce didn't suggest he change either, he just stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and followed him upstairs to a swanky apartment in a brownstone, where Bruce didn't knock, just walked in.
Jason was there in his sleek black again, standing beside a disgruntled-looking kid with a black bowl-cut hairdo and piercing eyes. Wally immediately disliked him, and hung back against the wall, looking over the weird trinkets and books scattered neatly around the small apartment.
Mr. Blood might be all that and a bag of chips, but he still had no idea if he even liked him, not to mention the whole demon thing, so Wally let Bruce do all the talking. He only started paying attention when the boy began talking.
"You're asking me to turn him back into an adult? And our agreement is settled?"
"It should be easy enough for you."
The boy smirked at Wally, and he held back a desire to give him the finger.
"Very well," Klarion said, setting the orange cat in his arms on the floor, and murmuring incantations.
Wally felt his body begin to tingle uncomfortably, and squeezed his eyes shut as his clothes grew tighter and began fitting oddly around him, only opening them again when the sensations ebbed away.
Klarion was laughing at him, as he picked the hissing cat back up and vanished in puff of purple smoke.
Bruce and Jason were staring at him with matching expressions that hardly filled him with confidence.
"What?" Wally grabbed his throat, as the voice that came out hardly sounded like his own...
Then he looked down, and grabbed the round chest that had suddenly appeared on his now taller body, and shrieked.
"I'm a woman!"
Wally grabbed his now un-endowed groin and whimpered, pulling the hood up on his sweatshirt and turning against the wall, banging his head against it until Bruce pulled him... her... away from it gently.
"That fucker made me a girl," Wally whined. "That wasn't supposed to happen, right?"
"Perhaps we should have been more... specific," Bruce said.
"Specific!? He made my balls go poof! What the hell kind of help was that?" Wally yelled, pulling away from his arm and grimacing at the feminine voice coming out of his throat.
"Trusting him was a mistake," Bruce assented, reaching for Wally's shoulder comfortingly. "I'll fix it, I promise."
"You said that last time! Now just look at me!"
Wally looked up at them hesitantly, and found two appreciative expressions looking back.
"It's not... all bad," Bruce said. "You look... fine."
"Fine?"
"A rather stunning form, actually," Jason added.
Wally found a mirror in the room, and squinted at the face looking back; taller again, still shorter than the other two, with longer eyelashes over his eyes, and a gentler shape to his jaw, the Adam's apple that was never that defined now completely gone, replaced by a thin neck that disappeared into what little of his round shoulders were visible under the sweatshirt. He hefted the breasts in his hands and turned to one side quizzically, finally deciding... Bruce might be right.
It was better than being a kid, anyway. If the magical types were going to play 'Let's Fuck With Wally!' he could certainly think of worse fates.
"I should be... recharged enough to attempt another repair of the situation tomorrow, at best. That's all I can do now. I should have known that the boy would do something like this..."
Wally turned to Jason and shrugged.
"You tried, I appreciate it... really. I'm sure I'll flip out some more later on, but if I can go back to being my adult, masculine self... I think I'll be okay," Wally said, nodding in reassurance to himself as much as to Jason. "But, uh, Bruce? Can we... get going? No offense."
"Of course," Jason said, nodding. "I apologize again, my recent encounters have taken a lot out of me."
"You'll have to tell me all about it, after I get my dick back," Wally said, turning back to the mirror and examining his cheekbones for a moment. "Yeah."
Bruce said his goodbyes in the background, and Wally was only distantly aware of him dragging... her... down to the car and driving them home.
When they parked in the garage, Bruce shut off the engine and turned to face her. Wally ran her fingers through her hair and slammed her head against the dashboard a few times before she turned to face him, biting her lip and furrowing her brows.
"That didn't turn out as I'd hoped," Bruce said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"Wally?"
"Yeah?"
"I know I've said this before... but you make a beautiful woman."
Wally bit her lip again and turned away, then got out of the car and ran upstairs. The Flash costume didn't fit quite right, but it'd have to do, and she went for a run, not stopping, just running unthinking, until her skin was soaked with sweat and she stopped at a little cafe` in Paris and asked for some water.
"Aqua, see-vouz plaiz?"
The waiter didn't bat an eye, just came back with a pitcher of ice water that Wally quickly finished, throwing a few American dollars on the table before she left to go back to Gotham.
Halfway over the Atlantic, Wally laughed. 'It is still Valentine's Day. And I am an adult again, right?'
Wally returned to the Manor, checked the clock, and figured she had a few hours before Bruce would have go to anywhere; at the moment, he was probably down in the cave doing his Bat-thing. She changed back into jeans and a t-shirt, and went to find Alfred in the kitchen fussing over some complicated-looking dessert.
"Hey, Alfred?"
The butler looked up at her, raised an eyebrow, coughed discreetly, and then put a neutral look on his face.
"Yes... Miss Angela?"
Wally broke into a wide grin and hugged Alfred, shaking her head as she held his shoulders at arm's length.
"Man, you're so awesome. I ever tell you that?"
"On several occasions, I believe."
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Certainly."
"Get Bruce out of the cave for me, in like, a half-hour? Tell him to come upstairs?"
Alfred looked at her curiously, but nodded.
"I'll do my best."
Wally ran upstairs, into Bruce's bathroom, stripping off her clothes and standing in front of the mirror, looking the body she currently occupied with a discerning eye. Small breasts, a narrow waist and hips, the same long and toned legs, and the obvious lack of endowment, replaced with a little cleft that was hidden by red hair.
"Not so bad, really," she said. "But... fuck I'm a woman."
She sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the reflection, hugging her legs.
Wally couldn't honestly say the thought of being a girl had never come up. It would make life so much easier, make everything so simple with Bruce, with no need for lies and personas and crap. Bruce was the first man Wally had ever been with, on any level, and still it never ceased to be... different. Amazing. Incredible. Scary as hell.
Not like things were ever normal.
Wally had been turned into a lot of things over the years. A monkey. A gigantic fat dude that could barely walk. A puppet; in many senses of the word. A slave. A hamster. A block of ice. Never a girl.
She took a shower, making sure to shave her legs and armpits and use conditioner twice, put some rose-scented lotion on her skin once dry, and a bit of Bruce's styling gel scrunched through the short recently-trimmed red hair, and stared at the reflection again.
It was still Valentine's Day, damnit, and Wally was still antsy. She'd definitely have sex with what was looking back in the mirror. And, for now, that was going to have to be enough. She decided that thinking about it any more would just lead to panic and headaches that should be less of a problem, seeing what everyone in the League had gone through, at one point or another.
Wally had never been evil, at least. And that was something.
She sighed, and went through the box at the bottom of her side of Bruce's closet, the one full of Wally's girl-clothes, finding a set of lingerie that fit decently, black embroidered with red roses with little green leaves, with matching garter belt, even though the stockings didn't fit quite so snug. Another once-over in the mirror, some mascara and a bit of black eyeliner, and she felt satisfied that, finally, she had a half-decent figure to present for the occasion.
Wally threw on Bruce's blue robe, and went to his office to have a couple glasses of the scotch, which was definitely less full than the last time Wally'd gone for it, feeling a pleasant burn through her belly and a gentle tingling accompanied by a sudden lack of any caring whatsoever about any of this crap.
Wally wanted Bruce again. That much was certain.
She kept the robe on, reclining over the bed, trying to find a nice provocative pose as the door opened and Bruce walked in.
"You promised. No matter what. I'm all growed up now," Wally said, batting her eyelashes and crossing her legs as she ran fingers over her calves.
Bruce looked a little stunned, closing the door and staring with his jaw slack and uncertainty in his eyes. Wally bit her lip and curled her toes at him with a grin.
"Might as well take advantage of the situation," Wally said with a coy smile.
Bruce walked to the foot of the bed, looking over the long exposed legs, and Wally laughed, raising them in the air, crossed at the ankles, grabbing her thighs and peeking around them.
"You promised."
Wally undid the sash of the robe, pulling back the blue fabric, and ran her hands down the now more narrow shapely waist, along the flat stomach and the edge of her ribcage.
Bruce still didn't move.
"If you don't get your moody ass over here right now, you're going to have a huge angry bitch on your hands until Jason fixes things," Wally said, narrowing her eyes a little, then shifting her legs around. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Wally..." Bruce's voice was a whisper, as he moved forward, running his hands over Wally's legs. "Are you sure?"
"I didn't get dolled up for crumpets."
Bruce pressed his lips against her raised ankle, breathing in deep, working his way over Wally's thighs with heavy sighs and a gentle kind of touch, as if she was going to shatter into a million pieces.
"Wally, you've been through a lot... I can't..."
"Jesus, Bruce." Wally leaned up and captured the back of his head with her hands, kissing him roughly for a long, sweet moment, then pulled away, playing at the back of his ears. "I'm a tough guy, even if it doesn't look like it. Please." The last word came out weak and pleading, and Wally bit her lip, pushing against his hands a little, almost involuntarily.
It seemed like an eternity since they'd been together, even longer for Bruce, and Wally couldn't handle it anymore. Not another moment, and she pressed harder against him, sucking in a quick breath, losing the rest of the robe and leaning back up for another kiss.
Bruce tasted like mint, coffee, and sweat, and Wally relished it, every lick against his tongue, every drawn-out second that Bruce's hands wrapped around her small waist, burning into her as she pressed her body against his, mewing quietly in desperation.
Normalcy, some kind of regularity to anything, was an alien concept to Wally's life, and he took what he could from it, throwing Bruce down on the bed with hands on his shoulders, laughing through more kisses.
It was a strange feeling, pressing arousal against Bruce's, feeling only the growing hardness in the other body, and a toe-curling desire in her own, eliciting a groan as she pressed harder through his black trousers.
Bruce pulled away, leaning over her stomach to suck gently, then unclipped the stockings, rolling each one down slowly, caressing her legs as he went, sucking on her toes as the sheer fabric landed silently off to one side.
He pushed the robe off Wally's shoulders, nibbling her neck and wrapping his hands around her breasts, and she moaned, her cheeks burning even as she felt a different kind of tingling, and Bruce was pulling off her underwear.
Pushing in fingers, licking her breasts, and Wally felt entirely removed from the naked skin, feeling all as if it was some surreal out of body experience. She flashed back to the first time Bruce had seen Wally, dressing before the night they first got together.
The look on his face had been the same, in that first kiss, as it was just then, and Wally reached up to cup Bruce's face in her hands, then gripping her fingers in his hair as he thrust into her. Stinging at first, filling and slow.
Bruce stopped many times, to worship the female body with his lips, without any hurry.
When Wally came under his tongue, it was strange and new, being so able to face him, her legs around his waist as he drove into her in the abandon of the moment. Bruce held her up in his hands, gripping tight. He came with a throaty sigh, arching hard into her until he was spent, and gently set her down.
He kissed her, and Wally felt trembly. She got up unsteadily and shut the bathroom door.
Wally was staring in the mirror again, leaning heavily on the counter, without a single thought. The space between her legs was slippery and sore, and she frowned, then took a long, hot shower.
She put Bruce's robe back on and went back out; he was sitting on the bed, looking at her.
"Are you alright?"
"No, not really. Give me a minute." Wally snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes with a sigh. "That was kinda different."
"Mm."
Wally must have fallen asleep then, waking up with a start and immediately going for a crotch-check.
He was a he again.
Bruce was kissing him, but Wally was still distracted, throwing the robe open for visual confirmation with a relieved sigh.
"Klarion must have had second thoughts," Bruce said.
Wally patted his chest.
"Bruce?"
"Hn?"
"I think I have some kind of problem."
"What do you mean?"
"So I'm a guy again, right?"
"Yes..."
"So why do I want to go shopping for girl-clothes?"
Apparently Bruce didn't have an answer, as he went for a distraction, slipping his hand inside the robe for his own tactile examination. Wally licked under his chin in playful response, then began to laugh as Bruce replied.
"I'll go get my credit card."
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merfillyChapter Two: Valentine's Day
Jason Blood called him while he was on patrol, and he patched through to him, landed on a flat rooftop, and looked around as a familiar deep voice came over the com-link.
"I apologize if there was some urgent matter."
"That depends on how you define 'urgent' in this case. The Flash is currently with me, occupying the body of a fifteen year old."
"Not comparatively. But I can be there tonight."
"Forever a night owl."
"You're one to talk."
"One hour?"
"Until then."
Bruce did a quick sweep and informed Batgirl and Robin they had the city for the time being, returning to the manor twenty minutes before Jason would be arriving.
Almost 1am, and Wally was asleep in the greenhouse on a bench. It was warm in here, from heating fans blowing gently in through the bubbling background noise of the hydration systems. One of Alfred's projects.
He pulled his cowl back and knelt next to Wally, shaking him awake.
"We may be a little closer to your solution."
Wally grinned, and quickly kissed him, chastely on the lips, and got up, still dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.
"Jason's coming."
"Jason?" Wally's face flickered with concern, and then he laughed. "Right, Jason Blood. Cool. I'll go brush my teeth."
He pointed and took off, and Bruce went down to the cave to monitor the police channels and wait.
Wally was impatiently pacing and flitting around behind him, until he stopped, and Bruce turned around; Jason had arrived, in black, looking at Wally as he stuffed his hands in the pockets on the front of his sweatshirt.
Wally was eyeing the magician with sultry appreciation.
"I see," Jason said. "How was it done?"
"Well, he always has high tech wands he used as 'magic' right? But this time he had more than one, and the second one looked all voodoo-hoodoo."
"Could you be more specific?"
"Big red gem on the end, maybe... bronze all wrapped around wood. Big setting for the gem. Size of a baseball. Thing glowed, and bam, my costume doesn't fit anymore and I'm holding my pants up running home." Wally laughed ironically, "then I get a call that the League needs some help, and the only costume that fits is the yellow one, so they haul me up to the Watchtower and call stud muffin here up to regulate. With my nephew, I might add."
"Cousin," Bruce said.
"Whatever."
"It doesn't sound like anything I'm familiar with, but I'll see what I can do now," Jason said, and gestured to Wally, "sit."
"Uh, okay."
They sat cross-legged, across from each other on the stone floor, and Bruce continued watching from a discreet distance. Jason was murmuring something he couldn't make out, and Wally had his eyes shut, but kept peeking up at him, growing more impatient looking.
The air took on a sharp smell and crackled, and then nothing.
"I'm afraid I'm still not up to it," Jason said, and stood. "I can swap favor for favor with someone who can try. But you won't like it," he said to Bruce.
"Who?"
"Klarion."
"You must be joking."
"If only I was."
"He's entirely untrustworthy."
"His favor to me is binding. Klarion will do as we ask, this once, at least."
"Who now?" Wally asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
"One of the more... irritating magicians presently about," Jason clarified with a long-suffering sigh. "We are more often at odds than agreeing upon anything."
"And a perfect example of power in the wrong hands," Bruce added.
"Well, this sucks." Wally stuffed his hands deep in his pockets again and looked frustrated. "I'm going for a run, thanks Jason."
Jason nodded after the departing blur, then turned to Bruce again.
"He is untrustworthy. But he is also in my debt, as much as it means to such a creature."
"We're rather anxious to find a solution as soon as possible."
"Then I'll be in touch."
They shook hands, and Jason walked off into the shadows and was gone.
"I hate magic," Bruce sighed, scratching his head as he went to return to his city.
Sitting around the manor and waiting for Bruce to come back with some solution to this pretty pickle got old, fast.
Wally had breakfast with Tim and Bart in the kitchen, then ran with Bart on his way to school, saw him off to the crowds of other kids, went sunbathing in Maui for a while, came back to Gotham, waxed the Batmobile, and then helped Alfred put groceries away. It was what little thanks he would accept for putting in the call to the garage two days in a row to tell them he was "sick", not to mention the endless time he'd been stuck in the kitchen because of him.
He knew he wasn't actually fifteen, but his body didn't, and couldn't seem to get full.
Or shake the raging sex drive threatening to drive him batshit-crazy.
It'd already taken restraint, not to just jump back in Bruce's arms when he was trying to get his life straight. That they were separated and even in the relative time he lived in... that it wouldn't be fair to just have sex and then go back to being all distant.
In a moment of desperation, he'd gone to the local news studio parking lot and waited for Linda Park to leave, being all coy and slick about finding her wallet she'd dropped... when, in all reality, he'd snatched it, dropped it, and offered it with a smile. Then asked her on a date.
As Wally had suspected, she wasn't at all interested in him without the spandex on.
Then he'd gone home, masturbated furiously, and yelled at himself for even considering it, glad she'd said no... in so many words.
That's what he was doing now; leaning against the side of the tub in the guest bedroom, finding relief in his right hand and a vivid imagination. Was being this young really this frustrating? Apparently.
He finished, washed up, and sat at the top of the sweeping staircase in the front hall, resting his arms on his knees and hunching forward, looking out the windows at the gusts of wind blowing around sparking wisps of snow over the front yard.
It was Valentine's Day, and his plans for a nice reunion involving leather were totally shot to hell.
Wally sighed, then rested his chin on his arms, and thought for a moment. Then he grinned as a light bulb went off over his head. Maybe Bruce didn't want anything to do with a lanky teenager, but he could still do something.
He pulled on his leather jacket, that hung loose as he ran into the city to a flower shop, and used some wrinkled $20 bills to buy a dozen red roses, with a single white one in the center. He threw away the blank tag and tucked them safely under the jacket as he ran to Wayne Tower, and walked inside self-consciously.
As before, the secretary gave him a stern look, and he winced.
"I'm a friend of his kid, bringing these up to Mr. Wayne... as a... uh... favor for this girl," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "And, uh, I have to do it in person and stuff."
"Name?" she asked tersely.
"Barry Allen," he said; the first thing that came to mind.
She put a call through while Wally shifted around uncomfortably, and desperately hoped there wouldn't be a cavity search involved.
"Go right up," she said, "Mr. Wayne said he's expecting you."
He flashed her a grin and a wink, then got in the elevator, humming along to a musak-y version of Mozart's Dies Irae as it went up to the top floor. It'd been his favorite thing, so far, from Bruce's music collection.
Bruce's secretary waved him in with a smile, and her own clusters of flowers on the desk.
Wally opened the door, then leaned back against it as it shut, the roses behind his back, until Bruce looked up at him, and he grinned.
"Yeah, I know, no jailbait for you, but... I got you something."
Bruce put the papers in front of him away and got up, walking over and kissing him softly on the cheek.
"You didn't have to."
Wally pulled out the roses with another grin, straightening the plastic cellophane around them before he handed them over shyly, looking over to the left a little.
"It's like... our first Valentine's Day and stuff. So... yeah," Wally said, trying not to blush, but fairly certain he was.
Bruce was towering over him in a black suit, impeccable and perfect as always, and Wally looked up as he took the flowers, his hand settling around Wally's own for a moment.
"Thank you."
Wally looked down again, biting his lip.
"I uh, should let you get back to your world-impacting matters of great importance." There was a quiet moment, and Wally looked up again at a conflicted expression. "Yeah, I should. I'll see you."
The elevator ride down took far too long; it wasn't soon enough before he was back in his yellow costume, making laps around the globe until he was exhausted, stumbling back to Wayne Manor with his backpack of clothes for a nap.
He tried to sleep in his own bed, and failed, as usual. Eventually, he found an hour's rest in the overstuffed chair sitting in the corner of Bruce's bedroom, dreaming of being himself.
Happy that the manor felt like home again.
Wally woke to Bruce shaking his shoulder again, rubbing his face sleepily.
"Mm?"
"Jason Blood is waiting for us."
Wally grinned, jumping up to splash water on his face and rinse sleep out of his mouth, then follow Bruce to where his red Lamborghini was idling in the driveway.
He wondered why Bruce didn't change into uniform, but reasoned that this witch-boy must already know who he was. Wally never claimed to be any sort of expert on magic, so when Bruce didn't suggest he change either, he just stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and followed him upstairs to a swanky apartment in a brownstone, where Bruce didn't knock, just walked in.
Jason was there in his sleek black again, standing beside a disgruntled-looking kid with a black bowl-cut hairdo and piercing eyes. Wally immediately disliked him, and hung back against the wall, looking over the weird trinkets and books scattered neatly around the small apartment.
Mr. Blood might be all that and a bag of chips, but he still had no idea if he even liked him, not to mention the whole demon thing, so Wally let Bruce do all the talking. He only started paying attention when the boy began talking.
"You're asking me to turn him back into an adult? And our agreement is settled?"
"It should be easy enough for you."
The boy smirked at Wally, and he held back a desire to give him the finger.
"Very well," Klarion said, setting the orange cat in his arms on the floor, and murmuring incantations.
Wally felt his body begin to tingle uncomfortably, and squeezed his eyes shut as his clothes grew tighter and began fitting oddly around him, only opening them again when the sensations ebbed away.
Klarion was laughing at him, as he picked the hissing cat back up and vanished in puff of purple smoke.
Bruce and Jason were staring at him with matching expressions that hardly filled him with confidence.
"What?" Wally grabbed his throat, as the voice that came out hardly sounded like his own...
Then he looked down, and grabbed the round chest that had suddenly appeared on his now taller body, and shrieked.
"I'm a woman!"
Wally grabbed his now un-endowed groin and whimpered, pulling the hood up on his sweatshirt and turning against the wall, banging his head against it until Bruce pulled him... her... away from it gently.
"That fucker made me a girl," Wally whined. "That wasn't supposed to happen, right?"
"Perhaps we should have been more... specific," Bruce said.
"Specific!? He made my balls go poof! What the hell kind of help was that?" Wally yelled, pulling away from his arm and grimacing at the feminine voice coming out of his throat.
"Trusting him was a mistake," Bruce assented, reaching for Wally's shoulder comfortingly. "I'll fix it, I promise."
"You said that last time! Now just look at me!"
Wally looked up at them hesitantly, and found two appreciative expressions looking back.
"It's not... all bad," Bruce said. "You look... fine."
"Fine?"
"A rather stunning form, actually," Jason added.
Wally found a mirror in the room, and squinted at the face looking back; taller again, still shorter than the other two, with longer eyelashes over his eyes, and a gentler shape to his jaw, the Adam's apple that was never that defined now completely gone, replaced by a thin neck that disappeared into what little of his round shoulders were visible under the sweatshirt. He hefted the breasts in his hands and turned to one side quizzically, finally deciding... Bruce might be right.
It was better than being a kid, anyway. If the magical types were going to play 'Let's Fuck With Wally!' he could certainly think of worse fates.
"I should be... recharged enough to attempt another repair of the situation tomorrow, at best. That's all I can do now. I should have known that the boy would do something like this..."
Wally turned to Jason and shrugged.
"You tried, I appreciate it... really. I'm sure I'll flip out some more later on, but if I can go back to being my adult, masculine self... I think I'll be okay," Wally said, nodding in reassurance to himself as much as to Jason. "But, uh, Bruce? Can we... get going? No offense."
"Of course," Jason said, nodding. "I apologize again, my recent encounters have taken a lot out of me."
"You'll have to tell me all about it, after I get my dick back," Wally said, turning back to the mirror and examining his cheekbones for a moment. "Yeah."
Bruce said his goodbyes in the background, and Wally was only distantly aware of him dragging... her... down to the car and driving them home.
When they parked in the garage, Bruce shut off the engine and turned to face her. Wally ran her fingers through her hair and slammed her head against the dashboard a few times before she turned to face him, biting her lip and furrowing her brows.
"That didn't turn out as I'd hoped," Bruce said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"Wally?"
"Yeah?"
"I know I've said this before... but you make a beautiful woman."
Wally bit her lip again and turned away, then got out of the car and ran upstairs. The Flash costume didn't fit quite right, but it'd have to do, and she went for a run, not stopping, just running unthinking, until her skin was soaked with sweat and she stopped at a little cafe` in Paris and asked for some water.
"Aqua, see-vouz plaiz?"
The waiter didn't bat an eye, just came back with a pitcher of ice water that Wally quickly finished, throwing a few American dollars on the table before she left to go back to Gotham.
Halfway over the Atlantic, Wally laughed. 'It is still Valentine's Day. And I am an adult again, right?'
Wally returned to the Manor, checked the clock, and figured she had a few hours before Bruce would have go to anywhere; at the moment, he was probably down in the cave doing his Bat-thing. She changed back into jeans and a t-shirt, and went to find Alfred in the kitchen fussing over some complicated-looking dessert.
"Hey, Alfred?"
The butler looked up at her, raised an eyebrow, coughed discreetly, and then put a neutral look on his face.
"Yes... Miss Angela?"
Wally broke into a wide grin and hugged Alfred, shaking her head as she held his shoulders at arm's length.
"Man, you're so awesome. I ever tell you that?"
"On several occasions, I believe."
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Certainly."
"Get Bruce out of the cave for me, in like, a half-hour? Tell him to come upstairs?"
Alfred looked at her curiously, but nodded.
"I'll do my best."
Wally ran upstairs, into Bruce's bathroom, stripping off her clothes and standing in front of the mirror, looking the body she currently occupied with a discerning eye. Small breasts, a narrow waist and hips, the same long and toned legs, and the obvious lack of endowment, replaced with a little cleft that was hidden by red hair.
"Not so bad, really," she said. "But... fuck I'm a woman."
She sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the reflection, hugging her legs.
Wally couldn't honestly say the thought of being a girl had never come up. It would make life so much easier, make everything so simple with Bruce, with no need for lies and personas and crap. Bruce was the first man Wally had ever been with, on any level, and still it never ceased to be... different. Amazing. Incredible. Scary as hell.
Not like things were ever normal.
Wally had been turned into a lot of things over the years. A monkey. A gigantic fat dude that could barely walk. A puppet; in many senses of the word. A slave. A hamster. A block of ice. Never a girl.
She took a shower, making sure to shave her legs and armpits and use conditioner twice, put some rose-scented lotion on her skin once dry, and a bit of Bruce's styling gel scrunched through the short recently-trimmed red hair, and stared at the reflection again.
It was still Valentine's Day, damnit, and Wally was still antsy. She'd definitely have sex with what was looking back in the mirror. And, for now, that was going to have to be enough. She decided that thinking about it any more would just lead to panic and headaches that should be less of a problem, seeing what everyone in the League had gone through, at one point or another.
Wally had never been evil, at least. And that was something.
She sighed, and went through the box at the bottom of her side of Bruce's closet, the one full of Wally's girl-clothes, finding a set of lingerie that fit decently, black embroidered with red roses with little green leaves, with matching garter belt, even though the stockings didn't fit quite so snug. Another once-over in the mirror, some mascara and a bit of black eyeliner, and she felt satisfied that, finally, she had a half-decent figure to present for the occasion.
Wally threw on Bruce's blue robe, and went to his office to have a couple glasses of the scotch, which was definitely less full than the last time Wally'd gone for it, feeling a pleasant burn through her belly and a gentle tingling accompanied by a sudden lack of any caring whatsoever about any of this crap.
Wally wanted Bruce again. That much was certain.
She kept the robe on, reclining over the bed, trying to find a nice provocative pose as the door opened and Bruce walked in.
"You promised. No matter what. I'm all growed up now," Wally said, batting her eyelashes and crossing her legs as she ran fingers over her calves.
Bruce looked a little stunned, closing the door and staring with his jaw slack and uncertainty in his eyes. Wally bit her lip and curled her toes at him with a grin.
"Might as well take advantage of the situation," Wally said with a coy smile.
Bruce walked to the foot of the bed, looking over the long exposed legs, and Wally laughed, raising them in the air, crossed at the ankles, grabbing her thighs and peeking around them.
"You promised."
Wally undid the sash of the robe, pulling back the blue fabric, and ran her hands down the now more narrow shapely waist, along the flat stomach and the edge of her ribcage.
Bruce still didn't move.
"If you don't get your moody ass over here right now, you're going to have a huge angry bitch on your hands until Jason fixes things," Wally said, narrowing her eyes a little, then shifting her legs around. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Wally..." Bruce's voice was a whisper, as he moved forward, running his hands over Wally's legs. "Are you sure?"
"I didn't get dolled up for crumpets."
Bruce pressed his lips against her raised ankle, breathing in deep, working his way over Wally's thighs with heavy sighs and a gentle kind of touch, as if she was going to shatter into a million pieces.
"Wally, you've been through a lot... I can't..."
"Jesus, Bruce." Wally leaned up and captured the back of his head with her hands, kissing him roughly for a long, sweet moment, then pulled away, playing at the back of his ears. "I'm a tough guy, even if it doesn't look like it. Please." The last word came out weak and pleading, and Wally bit her lip, pushing against his hands a little, almost involuntarily.
It seemed like an eternity since they'd been together, even longer for Bruce, and Wally couldn't handle it anymore. Not another moment, and she pressed harder against him, sucking in a quick breath, losing the rest of the robe and leaning back up for another kiss.
Bruce tasted like mint, coffee, and sweat, and Wally relished it, every lick against his tongue, every drawn-out second that Bruce's hands wrapped around her small waist, burning into her as she pressed her body against his, mewing quietly in desperation.
Normalcy, some kind of regularity to anything, was an alien concept to Wally's life, and he took what he could from it, throwing Bruce down on the bed with hands on his shoulders, laughing through more kisses.
It was a strange feeling, pressing arousal against Bruce's, feeling only the growing hardness in the other body, and a toe-curling desire in her own, eliciting a groan as she pressed harder through his black trousers.
Bruce pulled away, leaning over her stomach to suck gently, then unclipped the stockings, rolling each one down slowly, caressing her legs as he went, sucking on her toes as the sheer fabric landed silently off to one side.
He pushed the robe off Wally's shoulders, nibbling her neck and wrapping his hands around her breasts, and she moaned, her cheeks burning even as she felt a different kind of tingling, and Bruce was pulling off her underwear.
Pushing in fingers, licking her breasts, and Wally felt entirely removed from the naked skin, feeling all as if it was some surreal out of body experience. She flashed back to the first time Bruce had seen Wally, dressing before the night they first got together.
The look on his face had been the same, in that first kiss, as it was just then, and Wally reached up to cup Bruce's face in her hands, then gripping her fingers in his hair as he thrust into her. Stinging at first, filling and slow.
Bruce stopped many times, to worship the female body with his lips, without any hurry.
When Wally came under his tongue, it was strange and new, being so able to face him, her legs around his waist as he drove into her in the abandon of the moment. Bruce held her up in his hands, gripping tight. He came with a throaty sigh, arching hard into her until he was spent, and gently set her down.
He kissed her, and Wally felt trembly. She got up unsteadily and shut the bathroom door.
Wally was staring in the mirror again, leaning heavily on the counter, without a single thought. The space between her legs was slippery and sore, and she frowned, then took a long, hot shower.
She put Bruce's robe back on and went back out; he was sitting on the bed, looking at her.
"Are you alright?"
"No, not really. Give me a minute." Wally snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes with a sigh. "That was kinda different."
"Mm."
Wally must have fallen asleep then, waking up with a start and immediately going for a crotch-check.
He was a he again.
Bruce was kissing him, but Wally was still distracted, throwing the robe open for visual confirmation with a relieved sigh.
"Klarion must have had second thoughts," Bruce said.
Wally patted his chest.
"Bruce?"
"Hn?"
"I think I have some kind of problem."
"What do you mean?"
"So I'm a guy again, right?"
"Yes..."
"So why do I want to go shopping for girl-clothes?"
Apparently Bruce didn't have an answer, as he went for a distraction, slipping his hand inside the robe for his own tactile examination. Wally licked under his chin in playful response, then began to laugh as Bruce replied.
"I'll go get my credit card."
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on 2006-09-01 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-02 12:06 am (UTC)Yeah. I treat both of them terribly. But Wally makes a most excellent woman. ;)
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on 2006-09-01 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-02 12:13 am (UTC)I secretly think it wouldn't take Wally all that long to get used to being a chick if it couldn't be fixed... heh. ::pets the Wally::
Bum Bum Bummm
on 2006-09-02 01:33 am (UTC)Re: Bum Bum Bummm
on 2006-09-02 01:41 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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on 2006-09-02 01:48 am (UTC)Just out of curiousity, is this going to turn mpreg? 'Cause y'know, no condom...and Klarion would be just that evil. ;D
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on 2006-09-02 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-02 02:30 am (UTC)Great chapter.
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on 2006-09-02 02:49 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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on 2006-09-02 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-02 05:24 am (UTC)Oh, Sins of Youth. ::grin:: Doesn't it though? I've given quite a few innocent things a dirty edge... at least in my head. ::laughs::
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on 2006-09-02 09:49 am (UTC)This is hot, that's all I gotta say. Now if only I could draw better and faster! Then I could draw more for you!
*bows in worship to you*
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on 2006-09-02 07:48 pm (UTC)Worship is nice, too. XD
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on 2006-09-02 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-02 07:49 pm (UTC)Glad you're liking it. :D
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on 2006-09-02 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-03 06:29 am (UTC)you are oh-so-evil.
XDDDD
i love you so very very much.
*glee*
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on 2006-09-03 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-05 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-03 05:46 pm (UTC)OMG, V, this was adorable! Wally being a kid and turned into a woman and- OMGSQUEE! Lovely. Especially loved your Bruce and Wally-voices.
Your fic being an mpreg just made my entire week. No, seriously. Between [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], I'm developing a serious mpreg kink.
I can't wait to see the rest of the League's reaction... although I suppose that by now they'll be so used to weird shit happening to Wally they'll just be like, oh, okay.
Adore your ending- and i just realised I didn't comment on Chronology. Eek! *goes off to do just that*
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on 2006-09-03 06:21 pm (UTC)It's fun, absurdly fun, I have to say. There's a reason it's a cliche`, after all. ;)
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on 2006-09-04 04:41 pm (UTC)You win at life, V.
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on 2006-09-04 04:49 pm (UTC)Yeah, I've totally been writing all that in my head for... some time now. hehehehe.
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on 2006-09-05 12:02 am (UTC)"You promised."
lol
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on 2006-09-05 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-05 02:18 pm (UTC)