#lonelyflyinggrayson

“ What’s the English essay about? I can probably bullshit something up for you.”

@lonelyflyinggrayson

Wally has always been one to sacrifice himself for others, however he would never consider it a sacrifice. Whenever someone got on his case for being a self sacrificing ass he would shrug them off and tell them that he had super healing and that he could handle it. Their words would fall on deaf ears, as he’d go right back to risking injury for other people. He never did learn his lesson, not even after he hurt himself beyond repair.

It had been a normal mission at first. Then there was a bomb that Robin couldn’t defuse for some unimportant reason he couldn’t remember. All he knew was that he was the only one fast enough to get the bomb to a safe zone, where no civilians will be hurt. He grabbed the bomb and ran, doing the math in his head as he ran. He probably should’ve told everyone else was he was doing, but he couldn’t waste the time. 

He ran as fast as he could, wishing that he was as fast as Barry. He wouldn’t have to worry about his speed that way. He weaved through traffic until he was on the open road, and he kept running until there was nothing for about 30 miles in all direction. He set the bomb down and ran back as fast as he could, but he couldn’t escape completely.

He saw his environment lighten considerably way before he heard the explosion. Then he felt searing pain that reminded him of the experiment that had given him powers. He felt the wind rip at his costume, and felt his ear protectors pull away and the heat on the skin of his back. He pushed himself to his limits, and still wasn’t fast enough. The wind gust picked him up and through him foreward and in a few seconds time he felt the the wind pulling him back as air rushed to fill the spaces where the fire and heat had used all the oxygen in that area. He was disorientated and in serious pain. He felt the everything in slow motion until he blacked out. 

He woke up in a hospital bed, and something felt off the second he woke up, he looked around him and noticed the heart monitor, the spikes that accompanied each beat of his heart which were much faster than a nonspeedsters heartbeat. And that’s when it hit him. There was no beep. He shifted in his bed and couldn’t hear the rustle of his sheets. he suddenly felt very worried and very scared. He looked to the monitor again, watching as the line shot up quicker and quicker but there were still no beeps. He touched his ears and snapped but there was nothing.

Later that day he was told by his uncle with a whiteboard that he had lost almost all of his hearing after the explosion ripped away his ear protectors. His parents had given them permission to give him WayneTech cochlear implants free of charge, but they wanted to ask him first and warn him that he’d never hear the same again. He agreed and went into surgery soon after.

He was lucky, WayneTech cochlears were far less noticeable then other ones, he didn’t want his team to find out... this. He didn’t want them to see him as a liability or a problem because he was deaf. And he planned to keep it from everyone, or at least try to.

@lonelyflyinggrayson

Wally’s life has always been hectic, but the last few weeks had been even more so. He had figured out his uncle was The Flash, he blew up his garage to replicate his uncle’s experiment, and landed himself in the hospital for a few weeks. He could handle being in the hospital, no matter how much he hated it, but what had really tipped the scales was that his secret had come out to ruin his life. Barry had figured out what a huge asshole his dad was, and what he had been doing to Wally. By the time he was out of the hospital there was a custody battle going on. Wally had to testify and he had spent many nights crying out of stress while hiding in his aunt and uncles bathroom. He hid how upset he was most of the time. He was eleven, and his dad never liked him crying.

Now he was sitting outside of a Justice League meeting, a bandage still on his arm from the burns and his hair shorter than usual to compensate for what he had lost in the explosion. He was waiting for the meeting to be over and his uncle to get out, the only reason he was there in the first place was because his aunt had been called out to report the effects of the attack the Justice League had just stopped. He was a reading a book that he had to for school, only much faster than he could before. He wasn’t used to his newly gained superspeed and would find himself at the bottom of the page before a second had passed.

He sighed, setting the book down and adjusting himself in the uncomfortable chair. He had always wanted to meet the Justice League, to be in this building. But never like this, not as a citizen. He wanted to be a hero like Barry was, he even had powers now. But instead he was stuck, reading a boring book he could barely understand or pay enough attention to, and adjusting to the fact that he could sprint a four second mile.

Dude, you know it’s like 5 pm, right?

[Text: ⚡KF⚡] well, you might be in luck

[Text: ⚡KF⚡] is it more of a ‘slut for doritos’ type day or an ‘i need a hostess cupcake right now’ type day because the vending machine is begging to be hacked for free food