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Hope you guys enjoy the beginning of this trip through the eyes of Barry and Iris, as Wally relates many important events in his life to them, perhaps letting his affections for Artemis slip through just a little too much. ;) This first one's a bit short, but the lengths will very with each one.

This starts out at Infiltrator and goes through the biggest moments in the series.

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Infiltrator

Written by IronicVeghead, TheRantDragon, and Alfhild

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The first time Barry had heard of Artemis Crock was when he got a call from Oliver Queen, informing him of the soon-to-be addition to his nephew's team. Barry was a bit nervous how the sudden change of prodigy would go over with Wally, but the archer had explained her situation and the speedster had wholeheartedly agreed that the girl deserved a chance to change her life.

The blond had to admit, though, that he was pleased to hear there was going to be another girl on the team. And he had been told that she was going to be joining the team on their mission tonight, which should have been over already. So the hero was sitting at home, working on taxes(fun, exciting taxes), waiting on the inevitable arrival of his partner.

"Uncle Barry! Why didn't you warn me!" Wally's voice rang out as the redhead burst into the room. He was still clad in uniform, but yanked his goggles and mask down as he entered the house, flinging the eyewear haphazardly onto the sofa as he walked passed.

"Hey champ, how'd the mission go?" The blond turned with a grin, feigning innocence. Wally plopped down into the seat beside his uncle, a frown etched onto his face. His hair was sticking in every which direction from his run, helped further along in disarray when he brought his hands up to comb through the locks in aggravation.

"How could you let him do that?"

"What are we talking about?" Barry inquired skeptically, turning in his seat to face his nephew. Any distraction was a good one when it came to taxes.

"Don't lie to me," Wally's frown was bordering on a pout at this point. "How could you let GA replace Roy like that? And especially with her!"

Barry resisted the urge to sigh. He knew Wally was going to be distraught by this; he always overreacted to big changes in his life. "Roy left Oliver without a teammate, and Artemis was ready to take the next step into heroeing. It was the logical move," he explained, hoping his nephew could see some sense.

"Well you didn't have to send her to us!" the teen whined, crossing his arms. Barry held in a laugh at how childish Wally was acting.

"Give her a chance, Kid," he gave the redhead a light smile. "Who knows, you might actually like her."

"Yeah," Wally agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He stood up to head to the kitchen, no doubt to eat away his building agitation. "And maybe Batman will crack a smile."

Barry turned back to his computer with a knowing smirk; after all, Batman was known to let out a grin once or twice in a decade...

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His Aunt Iris was in the kitchen, and she made them both some tea as she silently listened to her nephew's recount of his mission; apparently, Wally needed a new set of ears to hear his complaints. When he had finished, she asked, "And so you shook hands and agreed to play nice?"

Wally's expression turned peevish.

Iris gave him a knowing smile before she asked him another question.

"Do you remember your first month of fifth grade?"

Of course Wally remembered it. It had been the worst month of his life (he may or may not have spent several afternoons crying on his aunt's couch because of it). He'd gotten sick with mono towards the end of the summer and had had to miss the first few weeks of school. The day he went back, the teacher had announced a big science project, and assigned him to work with a group of kids. But those kids happened to have a friend who had been absent that day, and they'd wanted that friend in their group—not Wally. They'd gone out of their way to make him feel unwelcome, and in response, he'd been just as mean back, the project was never finished, and—

Oh. It hit him.

Wally's mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to come up with a rebuttal, but he really had nothing to say. Aunt Iris had trumped him again.

She raised an eyebrow quizzically at her nephew, who currently resembled a goldfish more than a superhero.

He finally settled for a glare, which she met with an impassive smile.

"I hate it when you're right."