I do not own them. If I did, there'd be a Flash: The Wally West Story movie coming out this year.
This is new for me. I've never written a Batman/Flash fic and I don't really know how this is going to be received. It's just that it's my crack couple at the moment and there's not enough of it out there and I just wanted to add something. Even if it is something I had to write myself…sorry! Thanks for coming by, however, and I hope you enjoy it!
I haven't watched a single episode of JLU except for Flash and Substance and then only that one because it was all about the Flash who is, yay, my favorite comic book character ever. Batman is somewhere on my as of yet still mosh-posh top ten favorite list. I've got the Green Lanterns to mess around with and Green Arrows and I don't know if Wonder Woman should go before Kyle but after Hal and where does Jay or Barry come in and what about John Stewart and hey, Batman anyone? So I just have a mosh-posh top ten. It's easier on my brain.
…Anyway. On with the fic! I hope you enjoy and if you liked the style or if you didn't like it, let me know in a review so that I can either improve on points you think I need to improve on or improve on the points that I think I need to improve on. Thankies!
Edit: I edited it! Yay! Doesn't mean it's any better, but it means I went over it...soooooo, yay!
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You could always tell when they were mad at each other. Not because it was such a drastic change from when they weren't mad at each other, oh no, for they were never really up there in the running for the couple most likely to win the "Biggest Number of PDAs" award or anything. In fact, their whole relationship was dealt with such a discreetness that, Wonder Woman and Fire might be quick to say, could (and at times did) send out the wrong signals to interested parties that could then lead to some very embarrassing and very emotionally reveling confrontations.
Though they weren't exactly closet cases, either, as said women also found out the hard way. If you asked either of them, they'd feel free to tell you point blank. They just figured that otherwise it was none of your business.
Though Batman pretty much thought it was none of your business period, but Flash always seemed a bit more understanding to the people who had worked up enough courage to ask in the fist place that there were enough of the rather large, and still growing, number of league members that knew about them. Enough that the obvious wedge of tension that had descended rather abruptly between them could be easily and quickly noted.
The Flash entering from the eastern doors wasn't a telling fact in and of itself. The fact that he waltzed in alone when it was a known fact that Batman had also spent the night at the moon base, however, was call enough for a slight hush and frantic whispering throughout the crowded dinning commons. Ten minutes later all bets were off when Batman entered the room.
From the western doors.
It was at this moment that several senior members of the league abruptly decided that they were finished with their meals and, rubbing their arms from the sudden chill, raced for the nearest exit at top speed. The remaining group focused as surreptitiously as possible on listening and watching the estranged couple without making it seem like what they were doing was listening and watching the estranged couple and tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.
Supergirl had her superhearing focused at their particular and unique speech decibels, all other sound filtering out and draining away as white noise. And though she was no longer provided with the benefit of a mask that could shield her pointed gaze, Hawkgirl still somehow managed to covertly focus her sharp eyes upon the Flash with a quick glare in Batman's direction—it was no secret whose side she would be on in the case of a fight.
The Question, who was provided with the benefit of a rather concealing mask and could therefore be secure in the knowledge that no one could see him do it, felt no qualms about focusing his own gaze on the Bat. Though he was loathe to admit it internally and would never, under any pain of torture, admit it externally, he felt a small, tiny, insignificant, barley, not-even-really-there kinship for his fellow paranoid investigator and (though he was hard pressed to admit it even to himself in that small part of his brain where he engaged in such activities as self discovery (though, lucky for the people of his city whose limited and only slightly better than yesterday's chance of survival depended solely on his continued insanity, it was a place he hardly, and rather did not enjoy, going to)) he would have to side with Batman when it came down to it on this issue of, as of yet, undetermined origins.
The hush that had thus fallen over the dinning hall, one stern Bat-glare later, immediately receded back into a half hearted attempt at its former level of conversation. Noticeably more muted than before, however, it didn't take superhearing to overhear the Flash and Batman's conversation when they were forced into passing each other, the Flash headed to the tables with his full tray and Batman to the spread of edible commodities to fill his.
"Flash."
"Batman."
It also didn't take a highly trained investigator with a degree from Harvard Law to overhear the underlying tensions held suspended and packed between the so few letters that the other's name provided. It was clear from these short syllables that more than words had been exchanged within their conversation—though perhaps "conversation" is too strong a word…more like a dialogue; an exchanging of ideas. Overt and somewhat murderous and badly hidden ideas, but an exchange of them nonetheless.
This short dialogue did seem to explain a bit to the rapt listeners and viewers, however. Supergirl, the resident gossipmonger when Black Canary and/or Green Lantern (the John Stewart edition) were off planet, was quick to catalogue the situation. Though Batman/Flash couple tiffs didn't happen often (as unlikely as it might seem, their personalities were oddly and improbably compatible—go figure), when they did happen they were such a source of sadistic amusement for the rest of the Leaguers that in-depth studies had always taken place concerning their then-broken dynamic.
And though Batman was always quick to find and destroy any and all written, typed, and recorded copies he might find of this compiled information, Supergirl rather coyly and cleverly kept it all in her head.
Batman had greeted the Flash first—a slight quirk that implied Batman felt a bit guilty about the situation. Or, rather, as guilty as the Batman ever felt about situations. He was an emotional brick wall as far as the League was concerned and despite various attempts at prodding the information out of him by League members, the Flash was mum on the subject of Batman and his feelings. The Flash who, on the other hand, had stared straight down at his rather disgustingly large pile of food when returning Batman's greeting, a somewhat toned down indication of his own guilt. It was usually obvious enough when the Flash was the one in the wrong (he was usually jumping and vibrating in place with apology practically oozing out of every pore as he did anything and everything possible to make Batman more comfortable) but there were also the slight inaccuracies concerning his normal behavior that could lead the observer to conclude that he might also possibly be feeling a little guilty.
It was then completely obvious (at least to Supergirl) that these conflicting emotional events insisted on more observation until a better conclusion could be settled on then "they both felt guilty and were therefore both to blame." Supergirl could barely refrain herself from shaking her head. No. That just wouldn't do. Someone was at fault and in order for her to get her story as juicy as possible when it worked its way around the gossip mill, she just had to find out who.
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"We'll be splitting off into teams of two for this assignment. Each pair will be given a section of the planet to patrol for the period of two days by earth's reckoning. At the end of those two days we will have a conference with the planet's new government and aid it in creating laws to better its populace's daily lives." Superman stated calmly and concisely to the small group assembled before him in the Watchtower's control deck. "Green Arrow, you're with Green Lantern."
"Yessir!" Kyle Rayner, masked as the only currently on planet Green Lantern, mock saluted and marched over to where Ollie was coolly leaning against a conveniently placed wall. Rolling his eyes at the kid's antics, Ollie hit him over the head, earning him a pair of easily ignored, though still undeniably adorable, hurt puppy dog eyes as Superman continued to pair up the remaining members of the group.
"Wonder Woman, you're with me," the regal woman gave a small nod indicating that she heard and agreed, "Hawkgirl, you're with the Crimson Avenger."
Shayera raised an eyebrow in scornful amusement, asking the silent question of if he was actually serious. Superman shrugged and pointed over to her assigned partner. Sighing in a way that only a put upon superhero could, she squared her shoulders and walked over to bravely stand beside the Crimson Avenger.
"And Batman—you're with Flash."
The room went silent. Even the hired workers, who had until that moment been chatting about their weekend plans, clamed up as the previously barely held at bay tension cycled throughout the room in horrid waves of increasing and intimidating heat.
If Batman or the Flash had been granted the ability to kill with merely a look, then Superman would have been, at that point, nothing more than a blue and red pile of Kryptonian goo.
Wally paused for a moment as he considered that thought. Superman being Superman, however, even in this hypothetical imagining, would still somehow manage to most likely have some sort of irritating alien immunity or something that caused the Rays of Death to shoot harmlessly off his Adonis-like body and into the ether where they would never be able to harm another human being or woodland animal again. As the rather annoying notion occurred to him, Wally decided that, right then, he would give almost anything for a big 2 x 4 made of solid green kryptonite.
Kryptonite for obvious reasons. Shaped like a 2 x 4 because there was absolutely nothing in the world that Wally wanted more right then than to beat Superman up with his own two hands. Batman, not being a telepath, could therefore not possibly have known what Wally had been thinking. This lack of psychic connection, however, failed to stop his thoughts about bashing Clark's head in from running suspiciously parallel to Wally's. Except in his case the Kryptonite was a batarang. Again for obvious reasons.
Though not melting into a pile of sludge, and not being beaten up by a rapid 2 x 4, and still not being repeatedly plunged into with a sharp, pointy object, Superman could nonetheless feel the utter loathing that was radiating off from the two figures after his little declaration.
Crap. Great going there, Clark—just had to go and antagonize the crazy one and the paranoid one of the group. Clark winced.
His cousin owed him so big for this.
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Please review. I'm sure that there's more of this, it just hasn't been written. If people like this, however, I'm going to try my hardest to get the next part out. Perhaps even a flashback (ha…I said Flash) on how they got together in the first place. Just…review so that I know I'm not alone, please? It only takes a second and I would even enjoy the little reviews like "wow!" or something. I just like getting feedback (though constructive ones do help, but beggars can't be choosers here).
Thanks again and happy future reading!