Dear Robin,
Hi, my name is Wally West. I'm 11 and you're the best superhero ever (even though you're kinda young)! I hope I get to meet you one day, you're so cool! I wanna be like you. Except not the part where you're with Batman cause he's kinda scary.

I wanna be with the Flash! Have you met him? He's super duper cool! He can run super fast and he's also a superhero.

Oh, I gotta go. Aunt Iris's calling me. I hope you'll get this letter! Uncle Barry says he'll send it. I don't know how because the Batcave is top secret but Uncle Barry can do anything!

From, Wally West

Wally West smiled, content with his letter. He couldn't wait until Robin gets his letter. Ever since the day he learned about Robin, he wanted to be just like him. All kids did. No one knew Robin's secret identity since it was top secret, but he was still considered really cool.

"Wally!" His aunt called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" Wally ran into the kitchen.

Iris smiled at him. "What were you doing?"

"Uhm. Writing a letter to Robin. Wait-" Wally dashed back to the living room, grabbed the letter and ran back to the kitchen. "See?"

The reporter dried her hands on a towel and took the offered paper and read it. "Aww, this is sweet. I'm sure Robin would love the letter. Do you need an envelope?"

Wally grinned. "Yes, please!" Iris smiled at her nephew and took him to hers and Barry's room. She handed him an envelope and showed him how to seal it and everything. "I think it's ready to be mailed."

"Thanks, Aunt Iris!" Wally gave her a bright grin.

Iris chuckled, "It was no problem."

She smiled warmly as she watched Wally dashed out, looking for his uncle.

"UNCLE BARRY! UNCLE BARRY! UNCL-"

Barry glanced up to see Wally had burst through the door and was now rushing towards him. "Woah, there!"

He bent down and held his arms out open. Wally jumped in his arms and was lifted up in the air, Wally screeching in laughter.

"What's up, Walls?" Barry chuckled.

A letter was thrust into his face, blocking him from seeing anything. "Woah!"

Wally giggled, "Oops, sorry."

Barry rustled Wally's hair. "It's okay. Now, what's this?"

"My letter to Robin!"

Barry blinked at him in confusion. "Your what to who?" He let Wally down and took the envelope that was handed to him. In a handwriting he recognized as Wally's, it states 'To Robin'.

A soft laugh came from the open doorway. Both of them looked up to see Iris.

"The letter that you promised you would bring to Robin." She said chuckling. Barry grinned at her and picked Wally up again, walking the little steps toward her. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Ewww!" Wally squealed and struggled out of Barry's hold on him.

"You won't be saying that when you're older, kiddo." Barry laughed as he let go of Wally.

"But girls are disgusting and they have cooties!" At that, Iris raised an eyebrow at her nephew. "Which totally doesn't include you, aunt Iris!" The reporter laughed and ruffled her nephew's hair.

"You're going to give it to Robin, right?" Wally questioned his uncle.

"Of course, kiddo. You can count on me." Barry raised two fingers to his forehand to symbolize a salute.

"Okay!" Wally giggled and ran away. Iris raised an eyebrow at Barry once her nephew was gone. Barry quirked a smile and in a blur of wind and flying papers, he was gone and back with his Flash suit on before she could even blink.

Iris sighed, "Be back before dinner?" In a blur, she felt a faint kiss to the corner of her lips and a soft whisper of confrontation, he was off.

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Bruce was settled comfortably behind the large computer screen in the Batcave with Dick in the background training.

"Heya Bats!" A voice entered the room, interrupting their peaceful silence.

"Barry." The billionaire acknowledged, showing no signs that he was surprised the Flash was there.

"Barry!" An excited voice examined, as they flipped over the pole and twisted midair to land safely on the ground. Before his feet could even touch the ground, he was off and flying towards the speedster's chest for a hug.

Barry laughed, "Heya kiddo."

The nine-year-old boy grinned up at him, ocean blue eyes glittering with excitement. "What are you doing here?"

"Playing messenger, apparently." The speedster chuckled as he took out the letter from his hidden pocket.

Dick eyed the letter that was handed to him suspiciously. "Who's that from?"

"My nephew. It's safe. Trust me, I delivered it." At the last part, he glanced at Bruce who had turned around in his chair to look at the two of them. Dick grinned at him, then looked at Bruce. At the billionaire's nod, he excitedly ripped the letter from Barry's hand.

Carefully, the young boy opened the letter carefully. "Dear Robin," the protege read out loud, then quieted.

Barry looked alarmed when he suddenly became quiet. "What did he write? I have no idea what he wrote but I'm assuming Iris did and if she read there can't be anything bad about you or-"

"No," Dick quickly interrupted Barry. "He didn't write anything bad. I'm just..." He trailed off. "I think I'll bring this up to my room."

"Dick.." Bruce called out.

As if reading his mind, Dick responded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be careful with it and keep it hidden. Don't worry."

"Guess my job is done.." Barry said awkwardly in the silent cave. "I guess I should go before Iris has my head for being late."

Bruce turned away from him and faced the computer once again.

"Bye Bruce." The Flash called out before speeding away.