Justice League/JLU, Untitled, Flash/Batman
And here's the first draft of a ficlet I haven't even proofed yet. Tell me what you think if you read it. Edit: I forgot to mention it's totally from simmysim filling me in on comic Flash background. And I think the way fanon Batman seems to have the line drawn in the sand between Bats and Bruce, he'd have a little...preformance anxiety if those worlds suddenly collided.
There was this little diner Wally liked; lately anyone knew they could find him there when he wasn’t at work or answering his phone. Waitresses knew him by name there. Knew he always ate alone and took every opportunity he could to flirt with them. They would laugh and swat him away, give him a cup of coffee he never asked for that never seemed to make its way to the bill.
When a guy in a blue suit took the seat across from him after two months of lunching alone, the waitresses were whispering.
“Wally,” he nodded.
“Clark,” Wally nodded back, mimicking him with a smirk.
Amanda set a menu in front of Clark and asked what he wanted to drink. “Nothing, thanks. I’m fine.”
“Something happen?” Wally asked when she left.
“No.”
“Then what brings you all the way from Metropolis?”
“You?”
“Excuse me?”
“You haven’t been around in months.”
“Oh, I’ve been around.”
“You know what I mean.”
“With everyone else, didn’t seem like I really needed to be there as much as I was.”
“Oh.”
They stared at each other for long minutes before Amanda came back to take Wally’s plate and drop off two mugs of coffee.
“What, he knew everything about me but my phone number?” Wally didn’t mean to sound that bitter. Honest. He didn’t mean for the memory of Batman cornering him in the shower that first time to make him flush and get a little bit hard. Just a little. He knew everything about Wally, even how that little spot on his ribs-
“Is that what this is about?” Clark asked. “He’s just a little. . .paranoid sometimes.”
“That’s not what it’s about.” It was about the last time, knowing after five months whose cock had been up your ass. In your mouth. Finally being able to whisper a name.
Bruce.
And to have that cock pull out of your ass and stride out of the room fast than ever the Flash could follow.
“It’s not about that at all. I’m going for a degree.” Like that explained it all. He gestured to the backpack next to his chair. Clark squinted at it a little.
“Bioengineering?” Hi eyebrows almost hit his hairline. “I had no idea.”
“Yeah.” He thought of the letter he’d opened that morning proclaiming Wallace West as the recipient of a new scholarship Wayne Tech was sponsoring. “We’re all full of surprises.”
There was this little diner Wally liked; lately anyone knew they could find him there when he wasn’t at work or answering his phone. Waitresses knew him by name there. Knew he always ate alone and took every opportunity he could to flirt with them. They would laugh and swat him away, give him a cup of coffee he never asked for that never seemed to make its way to the bill.
When a guy in a blue suit took the seat across from him after two months of lunching alone, the waitresses were whispering.
“Wally,” he nodded.
“Clark,” Wally nodded back, mimicking him with a smirk.
Amanda set a menu in front of Clark and asked what he wanted to drink. “Nothing, thanks. I’m fine.”
“Something happen?” Wally asked when she left.
“No.”
“Then what brings you all the way from Metropolis?”
“You?”
“Excuse me?”
“You haven’t been around in months.”
“Oh, I’ve been around.”
“You know what I mean.”
“With everyone else, didn’t seem like I really needed to be there as much as I was.”
“Oh.”
They stared at each other for long minutes before Amanda came back to take Wally’s plate and drop off two mugs of coffee.
“What, he knew everything about me but my phone number?” Wally didn’t mean to sound that bitter. Honest. He didn’t mean for the memory of Batman cornering him in the shower that first time to make him flush and get a little bit hard. Just a little. He knew everything about Wally, even how that little spot on his ribs-
“Is that what this is about?” Clark asked. “He’s just a little. . .paranoid sometimes.”
“That’s not what it’s about.” It was about the last time, knowing after five months whose cock had been up your ass. In your mouth. Finally being able to whisper a name.
Bruce.
And to have that cock pull out of your ass and stride out of the room fast than ever the Flash could follow.
“It’s not about that at all. I’m going for a degree.” Like that explained it all. He gestured to the backpack next to his chair. Clark squinted at it a little.
“Bioengineering?” Hi eyebrows almost hit his hairline. “I had no idea.”
“Yeah.” He thought of the letter he’d opened that morning proclaiming Wallace West as the recipient of a new scholarship Wayne Tech was sponsoring. “We’re all full of surprises.”