Prophecies Fulfilled
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shankieWally gets a night off, and spends it bar-hopping with John while they talk about love and life... and end up running back to those they're missing. Briefly NC-17.
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Chapter Three: Beer Night in Detroit
"Hey West, how's tricks?" Devon asked, looking up over his magazine as he sat in a plastic chair with his feet propped up on the rack of tires. "No work tonight, unless you want to take the day shift's, so you can just take off."
"Nothing?"
Wally sat down in the chair next to him, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey coveralls. The garage was, indeed, empty and quiet.
"It happens. Don't worry, you still get paid. Not even 11 yet, go have fun," Devon reiterated, scratching the black stubble on his chin a little, his round face drawn up in a grin. "Something comes in, I'm on it."
"Works for me," Wally replied, "take it easy man."
"You too."
Wally changed back into his jeans and leather jacket, zipping it up and hunching into the fur collar as he went back outside. A free night; Bruce was on patrol, he'd just sent Bart to bed, seeing as he had school in the morning, and had no idea where to find pretty much anyone else at this hour.
Anyone except his drinking buddy.
He made for Detroit in uniform, changing back once he got to John's apartment and knocked hastily. John answered him with a grin, wearing jeans and a black undershirt, waving him in with a slap on the back.
"Wally, buddy, good to see you. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
He grabbed the remote and turned off the news, pulling on a gray shirt and buttoning it up as Wally leaned against his kitchen counter.
"Well, I got the night off, so I figured we could hit the town, catch up some more."
"Sounds like a plan, got nothin' going on here, that's for sure. Not unless the League calls me up."
"How is stuff upstairs?"
"Same as always, crazy. Something's up with Kara, and seeing as she's been doing a lot of filling in for her cousin? Yeah. Hectic."
"Supes still taking a break?"
"Yeah. Saw him... oh, about a week ago, called in on that thing in Argentina."
"Oh yeah, big mess, saw it on TV."
"The Bat was there. He doesn't tell you about this stuff?"
"We've had... other things to talk about."
John raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask, as he pulled his own leather coat on, and twirled his keys in his fingers, the green ring sparking a bit on his hand.
They went to their first usual stop, Jackson's Bar just down the street from his apartment, and John ordered Guinness and shots of Jaeger for them both after they settled into a booth.
"So, I gotta ask; this thing with the Bat, how's that been working?"
They downed the shots in tandem, and chased with the dark beer before Wally answered.
"I left him for a little while. But I think we're back together."
"You think?"
"Yeah, well, once I was, uh, legal age again, we..." Wally trailed off, and pushed his index fingers together.
"Oh."
"Yeah. So... I'm pretty sure. We don't exactly have long talks about this stuff."
"No, I'd imagine not," John replied.
He got up, and returned with two more shots, one of which Wally downed gratefully.
Only Alfred and Bruce knew about his few hours as a woman, and he was pretty sure he'd keep it that way; and it wasn't like the other two were going to say anything.
He sipped the Guinness and shook his head.
"And how about you? How's being single again?" Wally asked.
John shrugged and made a helpless motion with his hands.
"I know I shouldn't be jumping right from one woman to another... but man. Shayera? I don't think we've ever bickered so much as we are right now."
"Ahh, love," Wally said with a wink. "She's a tough one, though. Don't go rushing into things."
"Tell me about it."
Wally's metabolism ensured that he was already drunk, and he finished the beer slowly as they debated sports, and finally moved down the street to another bar, this one louder, full of people, and a lit-up dance floor with people moving to pounding pop music.
John slipped his ring into his pocket, so his eyes weren't glowing green, and they joined some laughing girls in mini-skirts and tank tops, flirting over the music, working up a sweat as they switched through partners until one of them grabbed Wally's hand, and pulled him outside.
Her name was Mira, with dark skin and hazel eyes, not looking at all cold, despite wearing nothing but a little purple dress and shifting her black heels around in the crunchy snow on the sidewalk. She lit up a cigarette, sharing a drag with him as they commented on the weather, rambling drunkenly at each other about nothing until she finished it, and slid her hand along his abs.
He caught it, and gave her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, but... I'm already taken."
"Oh, that's cool. We can still... be close, though? Right?"
She tipped up on her heels to kiss him, and he turned his face to catch it on his cheek.
"Just... not like that."
"All the hot ones are taken. Or gay. Just my luck," she said with a laugh, and he rubbed his hand over his face, snickering through his fingers.
They went back in, and he dragged John away from an Italian girl in a pink mini-dress, grabbing their coats and stumbling into him a little a few steps as they went outside.
"Man, that girl was such a babe, and she was like, all over me," he said, regaining his balance.
"Tall dark and creepy as hell worth it?"
"Oh god yes. He's like, the world's greatest boy scout, right? Always prepared?"
They laughed loudly, a couple passers-by giving them looks as they made their way to the next place, a kinda bohemian spot playing the Beatles.
John ordered drinks while Wally wailed along to Oh! Darling like there was nobody there.
Once the bartender turned away, John looked at him and just laughed uproariously.
"Oh Darlin'! Please believe me! I'll never leeeet you down! Oh believe me darlin'!" he sang, leaning his head into John's shoulder and breaking down into something between giggles and laughing, running with the pleasant buzz through his body.
The song switched, and he snapped back up.
"Will you want me to make you? I'm comin' down fast, but don't let me break you! Oh tell me, tell me, tell me the answer, you may be a lover but you ain't no daaancer!"
John slapped Wally's shoulder, shaking his head and chuckling.
"You are drunk man."
"Oh yes, oh yes indeed! So, like, that means you can't hold shit against me for sayin' it, right?"
"Generally, yeah," he said, still laughing a little.
"Like, not only am I with Bruce and stuff, right? But like, man." Wally shook his head, accepting the Killians the bartender handed him with a grin. "Man, man man. I can't handle him, I can't, he's just so damn big. Oh, oh, but, not like that, I didn't mean that. But that, too," he said, gesturing with the glass, miraculously without spilling any.
"I so didn't want to hear that."
"Yeah, yeah, well, you did!" Wally snickered into his beer, taking a few gulps. "And you know what? He's a freak. A total wacky whacko and I dunno what to do."
"Bats is crazy man. What can I say?"
"But, no," Wally said, tapping on John's arm a few times. "What would you do if like, you found out you were with someone, and you were gone, right? And while you were gone, they like, did something really stupid to themselves?"
"We're still talking about him, right?"
"Well, duh."
"What do you mean, stupid?"
Wally traced his fingers along the top of the glass, chewing on his bottom lip for a little while.
"Like, went all nuts, started sleeping with their best friend and being all fucked up." He watched John finish the pint thoughtfully, through the haze of alcohol, frowning deep to himself. "Would you just... forgive them? I mean... I don't know if I can like... handle it." Wally scratched his neck, hard. "It's like... he falls apart without me. And he's like, him, and I dunno what to think."
"Wally, you gotta understand... I know you care about him... but is he really good for you?" John's eyes were so deeply feeling behind his words that Wally had to look away, back into the deep red of his drink.
He stopped, and he really thought. About everything. About not being alone anymore, about having someone who, no matter what, would go to the ends of the Earth just to make him happy.
Wally got a little teary-eyed, sniffing and pushing his chin up to fight it off.
"You know how, when you're with someone, sometimes you imagine all the things you could do if you could just be single again?"
"Oh yeah."
"I've never done that with Bruce."
Wally drained the glass, slammed it on the wood surface of the bar, and turned around again; John had a wistful look on his face.
"Then it's worth it, Wally. You told him that, since you got back?"
"That I love him? Well, kinda."
"Man, what the fuck you doin' here if you two got this shit to work out? You should get your skinny ass to that cave of his and let him know. Man might not act like it, but he's got problems."
"I know! Oh man I know, I do, I just... man. He's like... him, you know? It's hard. It is."
They stared at their empty glasses, respectively, and paid the check, walking against each other back into the cold.
"I miss her," John said.
"I know how you feel," Wally replied.
"So like, why don't we go fix that? Right now? I can fly, right?" John said, putting his ring back on and floating off the ground in a green glow. "And you, you can run. You run fast. So run to him now."
Wally almost fell over laughing, even though the glowing figure of a resolute Green Lantern was always moving, it hit him funny in the gut.
"So he's good for me now?" Wally made out, slapping his knee.
"Fella's allowed to change his mind. You good to go?"
"Yeah, a lotta it'll burn out before I get there."
"So I'll be seein' ya kid. Goodnight."
With that, John flew off into the sky, and Wally watched after him, even after he was gone. Then did exactly that, and began running towards Gotham. Not as fast as usual, still occasionally stopping to get his bearings and hold himself up against a tree or a building or something.
Running drunk was like running in the rain; hard to see, hard to keep footing, but eventually he made it, dropping into a crouch over Gazette Square, wondering how to find Bruce without his com-link.
Of course; ruckus!
Wally ran to the street, then up and down alleys, yelling for Batman, rattling trash cans together, make as much noise as he could without being stupid in front of crowds. But loud, all the same.
He dropped the metal trash can lid in his hand after a while, running up to the roof, and sitting on the edge. Wally's feet dangled over the side, and he waved his feet side to side.
"Duh, Wally, just go home, and then can reach him, right?"
"That's what I would suggest," a voice said from behind him, and Wally whirled around with a grin.
"Bats! I was looking for you!"
"So I heard." Bruce leaned down next to him, and smelled his breath. "Wally... are you drunk?"
"Yeah, me and John went out, because I had the night off and I didn't expect it, right? So we went out, and we talked, and I thought I would be sober when I got here, but I don't think I am, and I wanted to talk to you, and I couldn't figure out how to find you, but I figured, you know it when people are loud in Gotham, right? You know everything that ever happens here, so if I got your attention for a while, I'd find you, and I did!"
Bruce shook his head as he listened, looking out over the city.
"You shouldn't run when you're intoxicated. You may not be able to stop against an obstacle or otherwise hurt yourself."
"I've been running drinkin' since I was a teenager, man. I went to college, you know. I got a degree and stuff, I'm not stupid," Wally said, rubbing the soles of his boots against the brick.
"I never said you were."
"Do you ever think it?"
"Wally... you aren't stupid. You just don't think sometimes."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes."
Wally thought about that, listening to the squeaks of his soles.
"I'm still kinda mad at you."
"I understand."
"That's not what I want you to say."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want to tell you that I love you, and I want you to tell me that you love me back," Wally said, as Bruce steadied him from falling from the unexpected stiff wind. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
And then Bruce was kissing him, and Wally melted against him. His eyes pricked with a few tears when Bruce did, in fact, tell him he loved him against the fabric of his cowl, then kissed the tears away.
Wally took a deep breath of the smell of him, and sighed as he pressed back against his armor.
"Bruce, I want you, please, as me, now."
"You're not..."
"Yes, I am!" he said, pushing against his chest. "I am, and things look quiet and stuff, except for me, and damnit... now!"
Wally found himself hefted over Bruce's shoulder, then sailing through the air on the de-cel line, grinning at the exhilaration of flying. They went over quite few rooftops, but Bruce barely slowed as they flew again and again, and then they were at a very familiar place; Wayne Tower.
"What are we doing here?"
Bruce didn't answer him, just opened the window and threw him on the desk before closing it.
"What do you think?"
Wally bit his lip as Bruce was suddenly all over him, pressing him against the oak, reaching inside his uniform to wrap his fingers around Wally's growing arousal with a possessive growl. Wally moaned and arched against him, biting his lip and closing his eyes.
"I missed you," Bruce said, his voice deep and raspy.
Somehow, he had rubbed something cold and slick on his fingers, and pulled down Wally's uniform, pushing them into him, deep and slow, and Wally whimpered with pleasure.
Bruce was sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, and Wally curled his toes against the side of the desk, squeezing Bruce's cape in his fists.
He writhed against the wood, making loud breathy moans, and came slamming his heels against the side, then falling back blissfully exhausted.
A moment later, Bruce dressed him again, and was laying beside him, stroking his side.
"I seem to have this habit of taking advantage of you when you've been drinking," Bruce said against the back of his neck, sliding off his cowl with careful fingers to run them through his hair.
"I don't mind," Wally said, "the opposite, in fact."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
"I never want you to hurt yourself."
Bruce sighed heavy against his skin, then kissed him there.
"I'll make it right. I will, Wally."
Wally wanted to cry again, damning the liquor in his blood as he swallowed hard.
"That's all I need to know."
He fell asleep, then they were flying again, and he was in the Batmobile, buckled into the passenger seat, waking up slowly, finally sobering as they made it to the cave, changed, and went upstairs.
They got ready for bed silently, then curled against each other under the covers, and it wasn't long before Wally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he woke up, it was morning, and Bruce was gone; in his place was a note in his neat script, laying on the pillow beside him.
Wally sat up, yawning, rubbing his eyes before he read it.
He grinned, and fished his cell phone out of the jeans next to the bed, dialing John's number.
"Hello?" John replied with a sleep-heavy voice.
"Hey, it's Wally."
"What's up kid? It's early for you."
"Yeah, I know. Just wanted to know how things turned out."
There was a muffled laugh, and voices, and John's voice returned to the phone.
"Good, real good. Shayera says hi."
"Tell her I say hi back."
A pause.
"How about you?" John then said.
"Good. Real good."
"Glad to hear it. Take care hotshot."
"You, too."
He hung up, dropped the phone on the floor, and snuggled back into the blankets for a couple more minutes, smiling to himself. Not bad. Not bad at all.
* * *
Amanda Waller had been up since a little after 4am, and arrived at the Cadmus headquarters a little after 5.
Few of the staff ever got there when she did; so when there was a discreet knock at her door just after she'd sat down at her desk to check her messages, she looked up curiously, frowning before she replied to it.
"Come in," she said, loud and terse.
When the door opened, it was Adam Grant, a new doctor hired to the genetics division of S.T.A.R. Labs in Metropolis. She hadn't been notified of his having the clearance to even be here, so Waller gave the young doctor a stern look.
"What can I do for you, Dr. Grant?"
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me what I could do for you, Ms. Waller," he said, taking a seat. "I was approached by Cadmus several months ago, but I turned you down for my current position."
"No interest in government oversight, so I read. I take you've discovered that even the more private institutions play to... similar interests."
"I'm here because I've reconsidered, I'll admit that much," he said, ruffling his straw-colored hair. Just a boy, really, but he spoke with conviction. "I want in on your genetics program."
"The position has been filled. What do you have to offer me?" she said, unimpressed. She had, from day one, thought him to be too green to consider for the project. "I'm going to need something better than a resume` this time."
He shifted in his chair.
"I'll find something to offer you. I can prove my worth here."
"Show me," she said, and gestured at the door. "Until then, have a good day, Dr. Grant."
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merfilly.Chapter Three: Beer Night in Detroit
"Hey West, how's tricks?" Devon asked, looking up over his magazine as he sat in a plastic chair with his feet propped up on the rack of tires. "No work tonight, unless you want to take the day shift's, so you can just take off."
"Nothing?"
Wally sat down in the chair next to him, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey coveralls. The garage was, indeed, empty and quiet.
"It happens. Don't worry, you still get paid. Not even 11 yet, go have fun," Devon reiterated, scratching the black stubble on his chin a little, his round face drawn up in a grin. "Something comes in, I'm on it."
"Works for me," Wally replied, "take it easy man."
"You too."
Wally changed back into his jeans and leather jacket, zipping it up and hunching into the fur collar as he went back outside. A free night; Bruce was on patrol, he'd just sent Bart to bed, seeing as he had school in the morning, and had no idea where to find pretty much anyone else at this hour.
Anyone except his drinking buddy.
He made for Detroit in uniform, changing back once he got to John's apartment and knocked hastily. John answered him with a grin, wearing jeans and a black undershirt, waving him in with a slap on the back.
"Wally, buddy, good to see you. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
He grabbed the remote and turned off the news, pulling on a gray shirt and buttoning it up as Wally leaned against his kitchen counter.
"Well, I got the night off, so I figured we could hit the town, catch up some more."
"Sounds like a plan, got nothin' going on here, that's for sure. Not unless the League calls me up."
"How is stuff upstairs?"
"Same as always, crazy. Something's up with Kara, and seeing as she's been doing a lot of filling in for her cousin? Yeah. Hectic."
"Supes still taking a break?"
"Yeah. Saw him... oh, about a week ago, called in on that thing in Argentina."
"Oh yeah, big mess, saw it on TV."
"The Bat was there. He doesn't tell you about this stuff?"
"We've had... other things to talk about."
John raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask, as he pulled his own leather coat on, and twirled his keys in his fingers, the green ring sparking a bit on his hand.
They went to their first usual stop, Jackson's Bar just down the street from his apartment, and John ordered Guinness and shots of Jaeger for them both after they settled into a booth.
"So, I gotta ask; this thing with the Bat, how's that been working?"
They downed the shots in tandem, and chased with the dark beer before Wally answered.
"I left him for a little while. But I think we're back together."
"You think?"
"Yeah, well, once I was, uh, legal age again, we..." Wally trailed off, and pushed his index fingers together.
"Oh."
"Yeah. So... I'm pretty sure. We don't exactly have long talks about this stuff."
"No, I'd imagine not," John replied.
He got up, and returned with two more shots, one of which Wally downed gratefully.
Only Alfred and Bruce knew about his few hours as a woman, and he was pretty sure he'd keep it that way; and it wasn't like the other two were going to say anything.
He sipped the Guinness and shook his head.
"And how about you? How's being single again?" Wally asked.
John shrugged and made a helpless motion with his hands.
"I know I shouldn't be jumping right from one woman to another... but man. Shayera? I don't think we've ever bickered so much as we are right now."
"Ahh, love," Wally said with a wink. "She's a tough one, though. Don't go rushing into things."
"Tell me about it."
Wally's metabolism ensured that he was already drunk, and he finished the beer slowly as they debated sports, and finally moved down the street to another bar, this one louder, full of people, and a lit-up dance floor with people moving to pounding pop music.
John slipped his ring into his pocket, so his eyes weren't glowing green, and they joined some laughing girls in mini-skirts and tank tops, flirting over the music, working up a sweat as they switched through partners until one of them grabbed Wally's hand, and pulled him outside.
Her name was Mira, with dark skin and hazel eyes, not looking at all cold, despite wearing nothing but a little purple dress and shifting her black heels around in the crunchy snow on the sidewalk. She lit up a cigarette, sharing a drag with him as they commented on the weather, rambling drunkenly at each other about nothing until she finished it, and slid her hand along his abs.
He caught it, and gave her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, but... I'm already taken."
"Oh, that's cool. We can still... be close, though? Right?"
She tipped up on her heels to kiss him, and he turned his face to catch it on his cheek.
"Just... not like that."
"All the hot ones are taken. Or gay. Just my luck," she said with a laugh, and he rubbed his hand over his face, snickering through his fingers.
They went back in, and he dragged John away from an Italian girl in a pink mini-dress, grabbing their coats and stumbling into him a little a few steps as they went outside.
"Man, that girl was such a babe, and she was like, all over me," he said, regaining his balance.
"Tall dark and creepy as hell worth it?"
"Oh god yes. He's like, the world's greatest boy scout, right? Always prepared?"
They laughed loudly, a couple passers-by giving them looks as they made their way to the next place, a kinda bohemian spot playing the Beatles.
John ordered drinks while Wally wailed along to Oh! Darling like there was nobody there.
Once the bartender turned away, John looked at him and just laughed uproariously.
"Oh Darlin'! Please believe me! I'll never leeeet you down! Oh believe me darlin'!" he sang, leaning his head into John's shoulder and breaking down into something between giggles and laughing, running with the pleasant buzz through his body.
The song switched, and he snapped back up.
"Will you want me to make you? I'm comin' down fast, but don't let me break you! Oh tell me, tell me, tell me the answer, you may be a lover but you ain't no daaancer!"
John slapped Wally's shoulder, shaking his head and chuckling.
"You are drunk man."
"Oh yes, oh yes indeed! So, like, that means you can't hold shit against me for sayin' it, right?"
"Generally, yeah," he said, still laughing a little.
"Like, not only am I with Bruce and stuff, right? But like, man." Wally shook his head, accepting the Killians the bartender handed him with a grin. "Man, man man. I can't handle him, I can't, he's just so damn big. Oh, oh, but, not like that, I didn't mean that. But that, too," he said, gesturing with the glass, miraculously without spilling any.
"I so didn't want to hear that."
"Yeah, yeah, well, you did!" Wally snickered into his beer, taking a few gulps. "And you know what? He's a freak. A total wacky whacko and I dunno what to do."
"Bats is crazy man. What can I say?"
"But, no," Wally said, tapping on John's arm a few times. "What would you do if like, you found out you were with someone, and you were gone, right? And while you were gone, they like, did something really stupid to themselves?"
"We're still talking about him, right?"
"Well, duh."
"What do you mean, stupid?"
Wally traced his fingers along the top of the glass, chewing on his bottom lip for a little while.
"Like, went all nuts, started sleeping with their best friend and being all fucked up." He watched John finish the pint thoughtfully, through the haze of alcohol, frowning deep to himself. "Would you just... forgive them? I mean... I don't know if I can like... handle it." Wally scratched his neck, hard. "It's like... he falls apart without me. And he's like, him, and I dunno what to think."
"Wally, you gotta understand... I know you care about him... but is he really good for you?" John's eyes were so deeply feeling behind his words that Wally had to look away, back into the deep red of his drink.
He stopped, and he really thought. About everything. About not being alone anymore, about having someone who, no matter what, would go to the ends of the Earth just to make him happy.
Wally got a little teary-eyed, sniffing and pushing his chin up to fight it off.
"You know how, when you're with someone, sometimes you imagine all the things you could do if you could just be single again?"
"Oh yeah."
"I've never done that with Bruce."
Wally drained the glass, slammed it on the wood surface of the bar, and turned around again; John had a wistful look on his face.
"Then it's worth it, Wally. You told him that, since you got back?"
"That I love him? Well, kinda."
"Man, what the fuck you doin' here if you two got this shit to work out? You should get your skinny ass to that cave of his and let him know. Man might not act like it, but he's got problems."
"I know! Oh man I know, I do, I just... man. He's like... him, you know? It's hard. It is."
They stared at their empty glasses, respectively, and paid the check, walking against each other back into the cold.
"I miss her," John said.
"I know how you feel," Wally replied.
"So like, why don't we go fix that? Right now? I can fly, right?" John said, putting his ring back on and floating off the ground in a green glow. "And you, you can run. You run fast. So run to him now."
Wally almost fell over laughing, even though the glowing figure of a resolute Green Lantern was always moving, it hit him funny in the gut.
"So he's good for me now?" Wally made out, slapping his knee.
"Fella's allowed to change his mind. You good to go?"
"Yeah, a lotta it'll burn out before I get there."
"So I'll be seein' ya kid. Goodnight."
With that, John flew off into the sky, and Wally watched after him, even after he was gone. Then did exactly that, and began running towards Gotham. Not as fast as usual, still occasionally stopping to get his bearings and hold himself up against a tree or a building or something.
Running drunk was like running in the rain; hard to see, hard to keep footing, but eventually he made it, dropping into a crouch over Gazette Square, wondering how to find Bruce without his com-link.
Of course; ruckus!
Wally ran to the street, then up and down alleys, yelling for Batman, rattling trash cans together, make as much noise as he could without being stupid in front of crowds. But loud, all the same.
He dropped the metal trash can lid in his hand after a while, running up to the roof, and sitting on the edge. Wally's feet dangled over the side, and he waved his feet side to side.
"Duh, Wally, just go home, and then can reach him, right?"
"That's what I would suggest," a voice said from behind him, and Wally whirled around with a grin.
"Bats! I was looking for you!"
"So I heard." Bruce leaned down next to him, and smelled his breath. "Wally... are you drunk?"
"Yeah, me and John went out, because I had the night off and I didn't expect it, right? So we went out, and we talked, and I thought I would be sober when I got here, but I don't think I am, and I wanted to talk to you, and I couldn't figure out how to find you, but I figured, you know it when people are loud in Gotham, right? You know everything that ever happens here, so if I got your attention for a while, I'd find you, and I did!"
Bruce shook his head as he listened, looking out over the city.
"You shouldn't run when you're intoxicated. You may not be able to stop against an obstacle or otherwise hurt yourself."
"I've been running drinkin' since I was a teenager, man. I went to college, you know. I got a degree and stuff, I'm not stupid," Wally said, rubbing the soles of his boots against the brick.
"I never said you were."
"Do you ever think it?"
"Wally... you aren't stupid. You just don't think sometimes."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes."
Wally thought about that, listening to the squeaks of his soles.
"I'm still kinda mad at you."
"I understand."
"That's not what I want you to say."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want to tell you that I love you, and I want you to tell me that you love me back," Wally said, as Bruce steadied him from falling from the unexpected stiff wind. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
And then Bruce was kissing him, and Wally melted against him. His eyes pricked with a few tears when Bruce did, in fact, tell him he loved him against the fabric of his cowl, then kissed the tears away.
Wally took a deep breath of the smell of him, and sighed as he pressed back against his armor.
"Bruce, I want you, please, as me, now."
"You're not..."
"Yes, I am!" he said, pushing against his chest. "I am, and things look quiet and stuff, except for me, and damnit... now!"
Wally found himself hefted over Bruce's shoulder, then sailing through the air on the de-cel line, grinning at the exhilaration of flying. They went over quite few rooftops, but Bruce barely slowed as they flew again and again, and then they were at a very familiar place; Wayne Tower.
"What are we doing here?"
Bruce didn't answer him, just opened the window and threw him on the desk before closing it.
"What do you think?"
Wally bit his lip as Bruce was suddenly all over him, pressing him against the oak, reaching inside his uniform to wrap his fingers around Wally's growing arousal with a possessive growl. Wally moaned and arched against him, biting his lip and closing his eyes.
"I missed you," Bruce said, his voice deep and raspy.
Somehow, he had rubbed something cold and slick on his fingers, and pulled down Wally's uniform, pushing them into him, deep and slow, and Wally whimpered with pleasure.
Bruce was sucking him, stroking him, fucking him, and Wally curled his toes against the side of the desk, squeezing Bruce's cape in his fists.
He writhed against the wood, making loud breathy moans, and came slamming his heels against the side, then falling back blissfully exhausted.
A moment later, Bruce dressed him again, and was laying beside him, stroking his side.
"I seem to have this habit of taking advantage of you when you've been drinking," Bruce said against the back of his neck, sliding off his cowl with careful fingers to run them through his hair.
"I don't mind," Wally said, "the opposite, in fact."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
"I never want you to hurt yourself."
Bruce sighed heavy against his skin, then kissed him there.
"I'll make it right. I will, Wally."
Wally wanted to cry again, damning the liquor in his blood as he swallowed hard.
"That's all I need to know."
He fell asleep, then they were flying again, and he was in the Batmobile, buckled into the passenger seat, waking up slowly, finally sobering as they made it to the cave, changed, and went upstairs.
They got ready for bed silently, then curled against each other under the covers, and it wasn't long before Wally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he woke up, it was morning, and Bruce was gone; in his place was a note in his neat script, laying on the pillow beside him.
Wally sat up, yawning, rubbing his eyes before he read it.
Wally-
Early meeting, had to go. Didn't want to wake you.
Alfred prepared a breakfast I don't have time to eat, so please do it for me.
-Bruce
He grinned, and fished his cell phone out of the jeans next to the bed, dialing John's number.
"Hello?" John replied with a sleep-heavy voice.
"Hey, it's Wally."
"What's up kid? It's early for you."
"Yeah, I know. Just wanted to know how things turned out."
There was a muffled laugh, and voices, and John's voice returned to the phone.
"Good, real good. Shayera says hi."
"Tell her I say hi back."
A pause.
"How about you?" John then said.
"Good. Real good."
"Glad to hear it. Take care hotshot."
"You, too."
He hung up, dropped the phone on the floor, and snuggled back into the blankets for a couple more minutes, smiling to himself. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Amanda Waller had been up since a little after 4am, and arrived at the Cadmus headquarters a little after 5.
Few of the staff ever got there when she did; so when there was a discreet knock at her door just after she'd sat down at her desk to check her messages, she looked up curiously, frowning before she replied to it.
"Come in," she said, loud and terse.
When the door opened, it was Adam Grant, a new doctor hired to the genetics division of S.T.A.R. Labs in Metropolis. She hadn't been notified of his having the clearance to even be here, so Waller gave the young doctor a stern look.
"What can I do for you, Dr. Grant?"
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me what I could do for you, Ms. Waller," he said, taking a seat. "I was approached by Cadmus several months ago, but I turned you down for my current position."
"No interest in government oversight, so I read. I take you've discovered that even the more private institutions play to... similar interests."
"I'm here because I've reconsidered, I'll admit that much," he said, ruffling his straw-colored hair. Just a boy, really, but he spoke with conviction. "I want in on your genetics program."
"The position has been filled. What do you have to offer me?" she said, unimpressed. She had, from day one, thought him to be too green to consider for the project. "I'm going to need something better than a resume` this time."
He shifted in his chair.
"I'll find something to offer you. I can prove my worth here."
"Show me," she said, and gestured at the door. "Until then, have a good day, Dr. Grant."
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on 2006-09-04 11:03 pm (UTC)Wouldn't we all just love to have a nice, pliable, intoxicated Wally? Oh yes...
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on 2006-09-05 08:30 am (UTC)oh, and drunk!sex.
always a plus. ^_^
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on 2006-09-05 04:21 pm (UTC)And the light HG/GL here is adorable.
And table!sex! *fans self* Deliciously hot.
Only now I have a hankering for drunk!Bruce.
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on 2006-09-05 07:52 pm (UTC)::loves that icon a lot::
Drunk Bruce. hehehehe, that'd be fantastic, yes. XD
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on 2007-08-12 01:33 am (UTC)