Wally and the Beast

[shankie]

(Or, what happens when Victoria doesn't get to write Bruce/Wally for an extended period of time)

This is crack that Sarah is not responsible for. ::gasp:: It's all me. And shoorihoshi mentioning giving a taffeta dress to Wally. Fear my subconscious. If I'd say where this fit into my Wally'Verse continuity, it'd be right after A Flash by Any Other Name. I think I'll leave it there for the fun of it.

NC-17, Bruce/Wally laden with crack and an obligatory ballroom gown.


Wally was buying it until he was unexpectedly wearing a little blue dress with a white apron and found himself walking down a dark dirt road through the woods.

And not just any woods. Deep, dark woods, lined with black tree branches that threatened to lean down and start clawing at his skirt.

Yeah. His skirt. At least he didn't have boobs. He patted his chest reassuringly and continued along, the packed dirt and a few loose rocks cold on his bare feet.

He wasn't entirely opposed, or all that unfamiliar, with the whole skirt deal, but this just wasn't planned at all. But it was around the time that he heard a pack of wolves start howling alongside the already disturbing and creepy tree line that he figured out this must be a nightmare.

Wally started running, relieved that he could at least still do that, so it couldn't be a nightmare, after all.

The road ended at a set of black iron gates that had to be a story and a half tall, with an ominous Bat symbol on the front, and a looming castle darkly perched on a cliff's edge beyond.

"Okay."

Wally shrugged and pushed his way through, grimacing a little at the loud grinding noise the hinges made.

"Hurry, hurry! You know how the Master hates it when you're late!" A voice suddenly said emphatically.

"Where..?" Then he looked down. At a little brown clock dancing around on his short little legs and twirling his minute-hand like a mustache. "Uh... have we met?"

"Don't be daft. Come along now."

The clock began bouncing its way up a path to the castle. Wally shrugged again and began following it, looking up at the few high windows actually glowing with light.

They made their way through a wide stone entry way, had a conversation with a candlestick, and went up the stairs and down a stone halls draped with tapestries. The only light was lit torches on the wall, which struck him as terribly Gothic.

"So who decorated this place, anyway?"

"Quick quick, come along." The clock replied.

Wally rolled his eyes, then was taken a little aback as they walked into a room he assumed was his own. Or supposed to be, anyway.

The bedspread on the four-poster monstrosity in the center of the room was covered with cute little black bats on a purple background, and his uniform was on a Wally-shaped stand in the corner.

"Sweet." He said, and went to go put it on...

...Only to be cut off by a big purple armoire jumping in his path.

"Oh no you don't! Not fit for dinner, not a lick!" It... she... said, waving her doors about. "You'll be wearing one of these!"

She threw her doors open, revealing an array of ball gowns in bright colours. 'Okay... I guess I'll just play along.' He picked through them, noting that none of them had any fake cleavage, just fit along his flat chest as he tried a few on.

The purple taffeta was a little too much.

The pink just wasn't happening.

A blue one that swept over his shoulder almost seemed right...

Until he tried on a red silk dress that gathered at the back and swept across the floor, with a red corset waist that laced up his back with some assistance, somehow, from the armoire that was cheerily complimenting his hips.

He admired himself in the mirror, pinning a black lace choker around his neck and touching up with a little makeup.

After all, who else would be inviting him to dinner in a castle with a bat on the front? And it couldn't hurt to look nice.

Even if he was pretty sure it was all a dream.

It all seemed pretty real so far, though.

Once he'd passed the clock's inspection, and put a little bit of a curl in his longish hair, he gathered his skirts in his hands and swished his way after the bouncing piece of furniture back down the hall and the grand staircase, shimmering under the light of a chandelier hanging overhead.

A teapot, the candlestick, and the clock all bowed at the entrance to the dining room, and prompted him to precede them inside.

A long table had been filled with a banquet, with another chandelier of lit candles and crystal overhead, and a crackling fireplace on a wall opposite a draped set of windows overlooking the ocean and the emerging moon through an open balcony door.

He took a moment to consider it seemed wasteful to have both a fireplace going and the door open.

"Was the walk refreshing, my dear?" Wally tore his eyes away from the glittering stars over the surf, to where Batman was addressing him gruffly, a little hunched and gesturing at the table. "Sit, eat."

"Yeah, it was... nice." Wally was a little bemused as he sat down on one end of the table, facing Batman across the silver platters of food.

He didn't remember eating any of it, just watching Batman eat, gauntlets, cowl, and all, occasionally dodging his glance when he looked up at Wally here and there, but didn't say anything.

"Um, it's a nice... castle you have here."

Batman threw down the fork in his hand.

"And now, again, you'll be asking me to leave, to run free again."

"I didn't say that." He replied quickly. "I said... I like your castle."

Batman stood up, and walked over, his cape billowing behind him, his gait determined, but a soft expression on his face as he leaned down and offered a hand.

"Do you?"

"Um, sure."

"Come."

Wally blinked a little, then let himself be helped up and led to the next room, his hand on the gauntlet and Batman's glove covering it gently but stiffly.

Music seemed to pour from the walls, and they were twirling across the ballroom floor, the red and gilded stone walls a blur. Wally couldn't remember ever learning to ballroom dance, but he wasn't about to question it. He just looked up at the white cowl-eyes, a little lost in the tender look coming from behind the mask.

"I don't remember you ever being this way, Batman."

"Perhaps... I can be more." He stopped, and ran leather-clad fingers down the side of Wally's face, then played with a stray curl. "Perhaps."

Wally smiled a little, and was led out onto a moonlit balcony with a strong sweeping arm around his waist.

"I think you can, too." Wally gently began to push back the cowl, but Batman grabbed his wrists. "Don't be afraid." He said with a husky tone lacing his voice.

The hands broke away, and Wally finished taking the cowl off Bruce's face, and beamed.

"See? That didn't hurt, did it?"

"Perhaps a little." Bruce said. "But I don't mind.

Bruce grabbed Wally's waist and drew him up into a deep kiss against the stone railing, tangling their tongues together as they kept coming up for air, breathing into each other's mouths hotly.

"No, no, I can't." Bruce said, and pulled away. "You endanger my mission. I have to be Batman. Please, go, run away."

"The hell with that! This is my dream." Wally replied, putting his hands on his silk-clad hips obstinately. "And I say it doesn't end with Bat-angst."

Wally faced off with him for a while, then smirked. He sat back on the railing and hitched the long red skirts up to his thighs, and licked his lips.

"Isn't this better than that?"

Bruce worked his hands under the folds of silk and across Wally's skin, looking down in his eyes thoughtfully.

"Yes."

"Nice." Wally breathed, as he pushed his legs a little further apart to let Bruce press close, grabbing his ass with both hands and bending down to suck along under his ears. "Much, much better."

Bits of Bruce's uniform and Wally's underwear ended up on the floor as they were tossed away along a stumbling trip back to the dining room table.

Bruce shoved a chaos of plates and glasses onto the floor with a crash and threw Wally back down on it, groaning as he looked down at him with lust-heavy eyes.

Wally bit the end of his finger and grinned.

Somewhere he'd lost the gauntlets, and Bruce began stroking his erection, making him moan as he licked the tip and trailed his tongue along the inside of his thigh.

"Oh god, Bruce..." He gasped.

"What do you want?" Bruce breathed into his neck.

"Bruce, just fuck me."

He grinned, hitching Wally's legs up over his shoulders, biting the insides of his knees. Wally lolled his head back on the table and moaned again, louder as Bruce entered him slowly, pushing until his hips were pressed against him and whispered his name.

"I could be here forever." Bruce said raspily, as he began thrusting into him.

"Oh please please don't wake up." Wally moaned to himself.

They locked eyes, until Bruce grabbed his hips hard and leaned into him as he came. His brow was lined with beads of sweat, that fell onto the silk dress as Wally shuddered followed suit in Bruce's hands.

Wally collapsed back and closed his eyes.

"Best dream ever." He whispered.

"Hn?"

Wally opened his eyes and looked over at Bruce, laying in bed beside him and blinking sleep out of his vision.

"You were there, and this talking clock gave me a red silk dress, and then..."

"Wally?"

"Yes?"

"Go back to sleep."

Wally grinned and snuggled back against his chest.

"Remind me never to watch Disney movies with Bart again."

"Hn."

"Bruce?"

"Sleep."

Wally yawned.

"Okaaay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Wally."

Bruce wrapped an arm around him and kissed his hair before he relaxed and fell into deep, even breaths. Wally smiled.

Not exactly a dream, after all.