Bad timing [open]

[thronor]

WHO: Wally, open to all Titans and anyone else at the Tower. Please come help out a distressed speedster, or come laugh at him, whichever.
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Monday, November 23rd; Night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Being a victim of a prank and then finding out your power is not working as it should are both Not Nice Things.
FORMAT: Starting

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[goddamnrobin]

Dick had been alert since he'd come back from school, staying in his room with the door slightly opened (he was playing a dangerous game making that decision considering Wally was a speedster) so he would hear if something happened.

He didn't miss when Wally came out of his room in a panic, and walked out of his room to see the result, only to be met with a Kid Flash running into a wall.

If Dick had been cruel by nature, he'd have laughed at the scene, but instead he became immediately very worried that something was seriously wrong with Wally. And the dye had been a prototype -- what if it'd affected Wally's eyes or something?

He quickly approached Wally, still on the ground, and asked frowning deeply and concerned, "Hey, you okay?"

[thronor]

Wally didn't respond right away, merely kept staring at the wall as if it had deeply offended his very being and clutched his head while he waited for the dizziness to pass. Once it had, he lowered his hand and finally glanced over to Dick.

The expression that presented itself on Wally's face could, mildly put, be described as utterly dejected. It took him a little while to find his voice, still too stunned to be all that coherent.

"Do you..." Deep breath, Wally. "Do you know if these walls are special?" He eventually managed to ask shakily. They looked normal and what he had felt at the impact suggested these walls were normal too but...he really, really hoped they weren't. That they were made of some sort of special material that wouldn't let things phase through or else...

They better be special.

[goddamnrobin]

Dick's frown didn't go away but his latent guilt at his prank wore off quickly. Wally wasn't blind for a mysterious reason. He still looked very panicked about something, but it wasn't his eyes, it wasn't even his hair, it was -- the wall?

"It's lead lined and can hold against a lot of stuff. Only the jail and quarantine sections are --" vibrations proofed. Oh.

"You can't vibrate through it."

[thronor]

"So it's the walls," Wally chuckled nervously. That was a relief but he needed to be absolutely certain that was actually the cause. He gingerly got back up on his feet and glanced around the room to find something - anything - he could try vibrating through.

Well, he doubted the couch was anything special but...his gaze went back to Dick. Just to be sure.

In the blink of an eye he had his hand on the younger teen's chest and he vibrated his molecules on the level he knew would allow him to pass through most things. The only problem was that it wasn't working, Dick was still solid beneath his hand and there was something about vibrating his molecules that felt...off, not right, just utterly wrong. So he tried different frequencies and in the span of a few seconds he had tried every possible frequency he could think of. None of them worked.

Wally pulled his hand back and stared at it, the look of panic steadily returning. "...Or maybe it's not the walls." Oh God.