Friendly Neighborhood Speedster

Her eyes watched as the black SUV crept closer alon the street. “You know what, that sounds good. I’ll stay here. Let’s go inside, like right now.” She encouraged words coming out in a rush as she ushered the red head closer towards the door.

He raised an eyebrow at her reaction to seeing the SUV. He was immediately alert and stepped to the side to let her in. He remembered when he had to hide from CPS. He knew her situation was far more serious, but it still reminded him of that point in his life. “C’mon, hurry up.” He mumbled, closing the door when she was inside. “Most of our windows covered so don’t worry about them peeking through them,” he said, pausing before speaking again, “d’you wanna tell me who was in the SUV?”

Dick couldn’t help but bury his face in Wally’s neck with a loud laugh, pulling the blankets around them. “That’s hot.” He snorted, turning his head to kiss at his neck.

Wally threw his head back to laugh when Dick snorted. He laugh was loud and towards the end he started to snort, making him laugh more. He was still laughing when Dick started kissing his neck, but it had died down to barely a chuckle when he realized how nice it felt.

“Look just…please give me it.” The words were said through gritted teeth. She hated asking politely for anything, it never really suited her, but she was down to her last bit of patience and his keep-away game was really growing old. She was torn between giving up, and leaving or giving in and playing along with his little game.

“You never have to come back again. But it’s getting late and you’re hungry. Can I please give you something to eat? You can even eat it out here.” He was feeling pretty bad for holding onto her wallet. He knew that she was hungry an honestly wanted to help.

Dick let out a happy little sound, tilting his head for more attention as he blindly fumbled to grab for one of the blankets to cover them with. 

Wally paid no attention to the other’s fumble for blankets. He was too drunk and too focused on Dick’s neck. “Mmm, we smell like alcohol and sweat,” he mumbled, taking a break from Dick’s neck for a few seconds to speak.

Murder suddenly seemed like a really good idea, despite there being a potential house full of witnesses behind him.

It sounded like something James would watch, which meant Hartley was with him and probably Sam or Len. “I’m pretty sure I could scrounge up something to eat.”

He blinked as the lighting cleared and looked down at Wally. “There are some cool stuff with your speed.” Billy admitted. “But I like My magic better to.”

“D’you feel it?” He asked, realizing that he should probably explain what he meant, “the pull. The energy inside, coursing through your body? The temptation to run so fast, too fast. The speedforce? Can you feel it?” The speedforce was a complicated thing. He felt both relived and empty without it’s call. 

Billy laughed. “You wouldn’t imagine how often people call me flash. Almost anytime I’m out of fawcett someone will call me flash. It’s not my fault Lightning is a big part of my powers.” He fake pouted before grinning again.

“Seriously? Glad to know our influence stretches that far.” He laughed a little bit. “It’s a big part of our powers too. But c’mon, your costume top is almost identical to the first Flash.” This topic of conversation had come up a few times during their speedster dinners.

Wally West being a grumpy cat in “Bloodlines”

Lightning crackles and there cap stood looking down at Wally. “Lets go!”

Wally nodded and offered his hand.

Wally saw the sad smile, he’d seen that kind of smile a lot. “Flash is more than a select few speedsters. It’s a concept. In Central, Flash and hero are synonymous.” He was really proud to be a symbol, and to have helped create that concept. “Plus, you’d totally fit in with your costume design.”