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There was something weird about slowly waking up. As if he had been under the effect of drugs, which was impossible. Narcotics didn't work on him.

What was even weirder was to wake up with a very high ceiling above him. Was he in a cave?

Wally groaned as he twitched and moved his hands and feet, followed up by arms and legs. Everything was kinda sore but manageable.

He nodded and made to sit up when someone cleared their throat beside him. Wally's head whipped to the side and he stared at the old man in front of him. The man looked like a dude from an old British movie.

"I am glad to see that you are awake. I take it that the pain has receded to a more bearable level?"

"I...guess…" Had it not been bearable before? It wasn't like as if this had been his first time to break a bone. And Wally was pretty sure he hadn't passed out back then either.

"You had several burns on your backside. Master Bruce had to remove pieces of your suit from your skin."

Wally could only stare at the man. Master Bruce?! Was that like...Batman's name? Did the guy just really reveal Batman's identity?

Confused he put a hand over his face and sighed. Batman's name was Bruce? As in..as in his neighbor? That would explain the weird déjà vu he had had before passing out.

''Of course you must be hungry. I have received the information that you eat more than people usually eat so I took the liberty to prepare a few meals at once."

The mention of food dragged Wally out of his thoughts and he stared at the man again. And then at the table behind him. It was full of food.

Wally immediately flushed when his stomach gurgled in response. "Thank...thank you..uh.."

"I apologize. I am Alfred Pennyworth but you may call me Alfred," Alfred introduced himself with a nod.

Wally nodded back. "I..you can call me Wally. I guess." One of Alfred's eyebrows went up and he stepped to the side to let Wally focus on the food.

Which he was glad to do. He felt beyond starved and this new information- Bruce was Batman?! - came out of nowhere. But food. Food was safe and would sooth his aching body.

Wally made to stand up and when Alfred didn't interfere, he only seemed to keep watch, Wally continued. First he put all of his weight on his good leg before tentatively putting it on the recently mended one. Someone had put a brace on it and while it didn't feel exactly painless it was still alright. He would just refrain from putting too much weight on it.

Having that tested out, Wally moved to the table and looked at all the different meals. "Thank you! Really!" He said excited to Alfred and took the first bite. Just to see what kinda quality he would eat in a few seconds.

"Oh my god," moaned Wally. "That's just...I think it's the best food I've ever eaten!" He didn't see Alfred's head shake as he went straight into it, finishing most of these meals in seconds.

It didn't make him feel full or anywhere near satisfied but..this had been one of the best and biggest meals Wally ever had.

Content with that knowledge Wally moved back to the bed where he had woken up from and lied down on it again. His leg still needed some time to heal completely and it probably only felt this good because of the brace. It was a wonder that Alfred had let him stand up.

Or had he been out long enough for days to pass?! He doubted it. When he had said that Speedsters did everything fast then he meant it. Even being unconscious was being done fast forward.

He sighed and threw an arm over his face, effectively blocking out the cave.

Was this a..bat cave? Wally snorted for a moment and shook his head. Did that mean he was in Gotham now? Batman only operated in Gotham. Usually. When Batman didn't pretend to be some hot neighbor in a different city.

Thought he still didn't know if it actually was his neighbor or just a weird coincidence.

Granted, being Batman could be an actually problem in having a relationship and Bruce had lamented that things weren't different.

He moved his arm and rubbed his face before putting his hand through his hair. Something felt weird about that.

Confused he looked at his hands and stared at them. Only to finally realize that he wasn't wearing his suit anymore.

Wally lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down his body. He was wearing loose pants and a big ass shirt.

Right. Alfred had said something about removing pieces of his suit. It was probably too damaged to leave it on.

Falling back again, Wally took to staring at the cave ceiling. So someone had to change his clothes. Big deal...it kinda was. He should probably stop blushing before Alfred noticed.

"Wally."

A familiar voice startled Wally out of his embarrassment. He turned his head and blinked as Batman, no Bruce, the cowl was down, walked towards him. And why hadn't he seen it before?

They had the same body type. The same chin. Especially the chin, heck Wally had been up close with that mouth. Even the voice. Bruce didn't really talk any different except that he was not talking much as Batman. Thought the suit fitted him. He looked good in it.

"I do what?" Bruce asked amused when he came to a stop by the bed. There Bruce placed his hands on the edge of it and looked at Wally.

"Did...did I say that last bit out loud?"

"The last bit? So there's more?"

Bruce didn't seem to take it too badly while Wally tried to match his hair color. He chose to not elaborate on that question.

They looked at each other before Bruce looked from Wally's head to his legs and back again. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," replied Wally a bit too fast. He cleared his throat and made to sit up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, so that he could face the other. Bruce merrily lifted his hands to allow Wally the room he needed to move.

And then he placed them back again, on either side of Wally.

Bruce was really close.

"Body...body's aching a bit but nothing I can't handle. My leg's still...weak I guess. Probably shouldn't run back to Central."

Bruce nodded along while he kept looking at Wally's face. It was kinda unnerving.

"I called your work," Bruce began. "And told them you couldn't come today. You were kind of traumatized by the bomb in your flat and needed a day or so to recuperate. They understood."

Oh. Great. It was..nice that Bruce had taken care of that. Thought now he had to play the scared guy at work. "...thanks."

"You can also stay the weekend so that your leg can heal. I have enough rooms to spare."

Wally blinked before smiling slightly. "Right. 'Master' Bruce?"

Bruce just rolled his eyes. "You'll see later when we're getting upstairs."

So he wouldn't get answers now. That was alright. As long as he would get them later.

Wally glanced down at the bat symbol on Bruce's chest before looking up again. Bruce leaned in slightly and Wally felt the urge to do the same. But there was something else to deal with first.

"So..is this one of those if things were different?"

Bruce didn't exactly groan but Wally felt he was close to it.

"Yes," Bruce replied with a nod but didn't lean back again. "It was."

"You said things though. As in multiple."

"...the distance. But since you can cross it in seconds…"

No, no. There was something else. There had been something else. Wally could feel it.

He almost gave up on it. Almost crossed the last bit of distance between them when it finally hit.

"You thought I was the criminal!" Wally burst out surprised and looked shocked at Bruce.

Bruce who was staring back equally surprised. At first no one said anything until Bruce really sighed. "Everyone can have a lapse of judgment."

"Aren't you like..this really good detective? As in Batman is?"

"The evidence had been tampered with. Leads led to you."

"And then you made out with me. Is that..a thing you do or…"

"No it isn't. I figured things weren't adding up and I looked into other directions. I don't kiss suspects."

U-hu. Somehow Wally thought that Bruce was lying. A tiny bit. But he wouldn't hold it against him. At least not too much.

"Can I please kiss you now?" Bruce asked and leaned in just a bit more. Wally could feel the others breath on his face.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Bruce seemed to freeze up and slowly leaned back again. "Why?"

Wally stared at Bruce and shook his head. "I have to marry Alfred now."

Alfred, who had been slowly cleaning up the table froze up too and the resulting silence was heavy.

"What?" Bruce bit out confused.

"Have you ever eaten anything this man cooks? It's a match made in heaven. He can cook and I can eat. Surely you can see the r-"

Bruce didn't let him finished and simply kissed him then. Wally's face was held steady by too large hands on either side of his face while he welcomed Bruce's tongue with his own. During all of it Wally giggled, quite amused by the reaction he had gotten out of this.

It soon turned into moans when Bruce fisted one of his hands into Wally's hair, pulling slightly.

He put both of his legs around the others waist and let Bruce lean more into him. Any more and Wally would lie on his back.

"Alfre-"

"I swear if you-"

Wally silenced Bruce with a kiss and pulled back to look at him. "We gotta be decent," he whispered with a small smile. This time he really hadn't meant to aggravate Bruce.

"Alfred knows when to make himself scarce."

That seemed to be it.

Bruce kissed Wally again and actually pushed him back onto the small medical bed, pressing himself onto Wally.