saga/title/fandom: You and I Got Something
author: Dimitri Aidan
rating/genre: (PG-13 (for now))- Drama/Romance
warnings: slash, adult situations, adult language
summary: (Flash/GL, Batman/Wonder Woman, Superman/Lois Lane. A little Nightwing/OMC and Hawkgirl/GL) As they get ready for Bruce and Diana's wedding, Flash thinks. Getting together isn't easy in their line of work, but somehow he and John managed it; evil robots, best friends, and Yellow Lanterns be damned.
comments/disclaimers: The lack of GL and Flash interaction in JL:U spawned this story. Actually the lack of Flash in general was upsetting.
Trying to Find My Way
"So he has wings?" Roy asked. Dick nodded.
They were sitting on the bottom step outside of Dick's apartment while his tinkered with his motorcycle. It was mid-July, hot as hell, and eerily quite in Wally's city and anything else going on around the world could be handled without the combined forces of the Justice League.
Which was to say, Wally was bored. So he'd run over to visit Nightwing…well, okay, bother Nightwing, Wally amended mentally, but where he was concerned it's about the same thing. And so he found himself listening to a story about the 'Winged Avenger' Nightwing had been sharing the skies with lately.
Well, okay, winged avenger hadn't been Dick's exact words, but that wasn't really the point.
Garth and Roy had already been there, for reasons Wally hadn't questioned them on. He assumed that, in all seriousness, they were just as bored as he was and that visiting their favorite psychopath had seemed like a good idea. Not that they'd ever call Dick a psychopath to his face because…well, he was a psychopath.
Wally understood it a Bat-family pre-requisite. In fact, there were times when Wally thought you had to be a little off the deep end to even be allowed within Gotham's city limits.
"Are wings sexy?" Wally mused missing the bemused look the other man graced him with. "Is there something I'm missing in that respect?"
"What kind of question is that?" Garth asked, frowning.
"A valid one." Wally said defensively. "I'm just curious. Is it the flying thing?"
"You don't need wings to fly." Dick pointed out, wiping his hands off onto his shorts. "And flight, while intriguing to us mere mortals, which is to say me and Roy, isn't necessarily sexy."
"Right. Is it just the way they look then?"
"I guess, to some people." Dick sat next to his friend. "Why?"
"I told you, I'm curious. Stop trying to delve deeper." Wally snapped. Dick just arched an eyebrow at him.
"You're the one who ran through numerous states to come and see me, not the other way around. I think I'm entitled to wonder what's wrong with you."
"Wally, you've been sitting still for over three minutes. Something's wrong." Dick said, a smile working at his lips. He knew Wally very well, since his days as Kid Flash. But it was a general rule that they didn't mention the Kid Flash days on threat of Wally bringing up Robin/Speedy/Aqualad memories.
Just the names alone tended to make the other three cringe.
At least Kid Flash was respectable, to a certain degree. Speedy and Aqualad however…those were just lame. Arsenal and Tempest were much cooler names and suited Roy and Garth better. Thankfully. And Robin held more bad memories for Dick than it did embarrassing ones. Though there were quite a few of those as well.
And of course Flash was Flash was Flash, unless you were Impulse. Though he's heard Impulse was thinking of taking up the Kid Flash moniker.
"I'm sober." Wally muttered, as if realizing this for the first time. It wasn't as if he wasn't normally sober, as getting drunk took a serious concentrated effort on his part, but some off reason being sober seemed very…wrong, right now.
"We've noticed." Garth said. If the look on his face was any indication, he was halfway between bored and curious. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
"Well, what do you plan to do about it?" Wally asked, standing up. "I'm not say anything about anything while I can still easily remember my name. I suggest we remedy this so Dick can make me talk."
Garth shrugged, which generally meant 'okay'. Dick and Roy looked a little hesitant. The more responsible of the four, Dick probably wasn't too big on the idea of getting piss drunk, just in case. And Roy, who'd been the most irresponsible for years, did have a daughter he had to take care of, a direct result of the fact he'd been the most irresponsible.
Wally sighed and looked at Garth. "Looks like it may be me and you tonight. You know Dick doesn't like to do anything that may accidentally resemble fun in any way, shape, or form. He's been an old, responsible man since we were sixteen, I should have known better."
"Oh fuck you." Dick muttered
"And upset your new friend? That's okay. We'll see you two later. Roy, give your brat a kiss for me." Wally shoved his hands into his pockets. "I know you can't go. Daddies can't party."
"Spare me Wally. You know I could out do you any day of the week."
"Its okay Roy, you don't need to put up a front. We know it's been a while since you cut loose, we're not judging. You have responsibilities as well. Right Garth?"
Of course both Dick and Roy were with them at the bar a few hours later. Wally had never had a single doubt in his mind about that, he knew neither one would be able to resist the bait he'd laid out. While his three companions went easy on the drinking, for various reasons, Wally had no such limits.
Or at least not any he planned to admit to. He wanted to get deliriously, unrepently, forget all his troubles, puking the next morning while trying to keep his head from splitting apart, drunk. And the sooner he managed that, the happier he'd be.
In theory anyway.
Dick watched him carefully; ready to step in the moment he thought his friend had gone too far. Of course, since it was Wally and he was never the most 'together' guy in any situation, it could be a little difficult to know when he'd had too much.
Anything short of throwing up could just be chalked up to too much sugar.
Once the table was littered with bottles and Wally was looking distinctly blurry eyed and they'd run out of 'remember the time' stories as well as things that'd been going on lately, a topic that Wally decided to not engage in, Dick decided to step in. He put a hand on the redhead's shoulder and waved a hand in front of his face.
"I'm not that drunk." Wally muttered. "So knock it off unless you want me to hit you."
"You must be drunk if you think you can hit me." Dick argued, smiling nonetheless. "So, are you ready to spill or are we waiting for you to reach alcohol poisoning level? Because I doubt Garth and Roy would mind watching that."
"Just let me get a camera." Roy added, smirking. Garth, being Garth, just nodded his agreement.
"Eh." Wally sighed and sat up a little straighter. "I'm just wondering…what does Hawkgirl have on me? Is it the wings?"
"She has a nice body." Roy supplied. "And I'm pretty sure she could kick your ass."
"She's dedicated and loyal, and she didn't try to split the League when you were deciding what to do with her. She's never nearly gotten the League blacklisted in an attempt to make easy money." Dick listed.
"She isn't an idiot." Garth added. "And she's got experience in war. And it isn't every day you meet someone willing to betray their people to do the right thing."
"And she has wings." Dick smirked.
Wally was silent for a moment then stood up. "I was right. I need to be very drunk for this." He took about two steps before he swayed and fell over. Dick snickered, showing that he was less sober than Wally had been led to believe because Dick never snickered. And yet he just had, even though he never did.
Wally considered the implications of a man who didn't snicker snickering while Dick and Roy hauled him off of the floor and towards the door. It was decided upon, while he thought, that he'd crash at Dick's place for the night and the other two would go on their way.
Wally glared at the phone. He knew, judging by the look on Dick's face, Batman was on the other end and he really really hoped it wasn't for him, yet somehow he knew it was. Dick hung up and shrugged at him, before falling back into the chair he'd just been sitting in and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Some evil robots are trying to take over Detroit."
"I hate robots." Wally muttered, rolling over and burrowing deeper into the confines of the couch. "Why do we keep building the damn things anyway? They all go insane and try to kill us, you'd think people would have learned by now that nothing good comes from robots."
"Batman said Green Lantern's been taken hostage."
Wally opened an eye and stared at the fabric of Dick's couch. "Do you think he just said that because he knows I'll come running?"
"The thought had entered my mind." Dick said. A pause. "Hey, Wally, you know you and Hawkgirl are two totally different people, don't you? Different ends of the spectrum."
"Don't rub it in."
"Green Lantern may appreciate something different."
There was a long pause, in which Wally just blinked at the man who'd once been running around in red, green, and yellow spandex, before frowning.
"I have no idea what you're talking about?"
"Uh…right. You do realize, of course, everyone in a three galaxy radius knows you have the hots for GL, don't you?"
That was, actually, something Wally hadn't known. He sat up and tilted his head off to the side. "Three galaxy radius?"
"Yes. There are members of the Green Lantern Core who know Wally. Those big-headed floating guys know." Had Dick just said 'Big Headed Floating Guys'? Was that a sign of a hangover? Did Dick get hangovers? …God, all this thinking was giving him a headache. "Lobo knows."
"Yes. You're pretty obvious."
"Well if I'm so obvious, why hasn't GL kicked my ass or told me to knock it off or tied me down to a bed and-" Dick held up a hand to stop him.
"No. Wally…just no." Wally stared at him, not convinced.
"You have handcuffs in your bedside dresser."
"Please get your mind out of the fucking gutter." Dick rolled his eyes. "We are not all as perverse as you are Wally, try to remember that. Anyway I guess Lantern doesn't know."
"But you said everyone knew."
"Except for him. He's kind of…not great in the social skills department."
"That explains the stubble. If he had friends, they'd tell him it's a bad look, you know? I tell him, but he just ignores me." Dick smiled and shook his head before nodding his head towards the phone.
"Detroit. Evil robots."
"Oh. Yeah. I don't like robots." But he got up and sped to the door anyway, throwing it open and ducking just in time to avoid having his face knocked on.
Pale violet eyes stared at him from behind a curtain of black hair. A pierced eyebrow rose up carefully while a hand reached up to rake through shoulder length locks. Wally zeroed in on the hair. He kind of liked it. Maybe he should grow his out.
"Dick, I think your Winged Avenger is here!"
"The hot guy with the wings." Wally smiled at the bemused looking man cheerfully. "I'm Wally, great to meet you, gotta help save Detroit."
He waved then ran around the man and out of the apartment building.
"…" A violet eye twitched. "He called me your winged avenger. I know I'm hurting for a cool spandex worthy name, but come on."
Dick licked his bottom lip leaning against one of the walls in his apartment and then shrugged. "Wally's a special type of guy."
"Yeah, that too."
"He said I was hot. You think I'm hot?"
"Well actually Blair I kind of like the wings."
"Oh?" Blair smirked playfully.
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