Halloween at the Watchtower- fic
Another holiday themed fic here! Again featuring some lovely Bruce/Wally Now With Extra JLA.
Halloween at the Watchtower
Pairings: Bruce/Wally
Rating: pretty harmless with large amounts of FLUFF
Word Count: 2,306
Don't own 'em, obviously.
In continuity with victoria_wayne’s canon. (Takes place after A Flash by Any Other Name) You amy be confused about certain minor details without a visit!
“Oh my, what creative costumes!” Alfred chuckled as he opened the door and doled out energy bars to the three pint-sized Robins standing on the doorstep of Wayne Manor. Behind him, a jean-clad Tim glared out at the boys, turned and made a face at the foyer’s pumpkin-shaped dish of untouched candy corn.
“Thanks, mister, our moms made them. But don’t you have any real candy?” One Robin looked up expectantly as the other two gazed forlornly at their energy bars.
“Well I don’t imagine the real Robin eats very much candy, do you? Besides, boys your age needn’t eat anything to make them any more energetic. Now off you go.” Alfred smiled firmly and waved the boys off, watching them karate-chop each other lazily as they ran down the drive.
Inside, Tim dodged a playful hair-muss from Dick and turned around.
“Whassamadder Tim, you afraid of a little competition?” Dick laughed and Tim rolled his eyes, exasperated. He wasn’t much for any holiday that required everyone to be reminded that he was, in fact, a kid.
“How can you be laughing at me and wearing that at the same time?” Tim made a pointed gesture to the ridiculous spandex disco getup that was Dick’s Halloween costume. It included bellbottoms and a polyester button down shirt with a huge, flared collar. Tim cocked his head, examining it.
“Come to think of it…it looks like your first Nightwing costume.” Tim doubled over in laughter and dodged Dick’s punch.
“Hey now, this is from Saturday Night Fever, I’ll have you know. And besides, it just took me a while to find my fashion niche, okay?”
“Whatever you say, fairyboots.”
* * * * *
“Bruce, look! Oh man!” Wally squealed excitedly from the dressing room of the costume store, bursting out in an explosion of color that almost distracted Bruce from what Wally was wearing.
“You can’t wear that, Wally.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s….ridiculous.” Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look disapproving, badly suppressing a laugh.
* * * * *
“Master Bartholomew, I am sure you are not tracking water all over the house.” Bart looked up from where he lay sprawled on the couch, dressed as a pirate, with his soggy feet up. Using a touch of speed, he plunked his shoes onto the floor and sat up straight, looking gloomily at the older man’s stern expression.
“I trust your evening was productive?”
“It was fun…but I wish it didn’t start raining. I could’ve covered every house in Gotham!” Bart gestured bitterly with his plastic sword at his overflowing sack of candy, and Alfred winced internally to think of how that amount of sugar would affect the young speedster’s metabolism.
“Hey, Bart, you’re back early! Did you make it already?” Tim entered the room and began inspecting Bart’s bag meticulously, and Bart leaned back resignedly and flipped up his eye-patch.
“No…” Bart sighed, “I got rained out.” Tim nodded curtly.
“Yeah, this doesn’t look like enough candy to be from every house,”
“What on earth are you two referring to?” Alfred raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Well, Tim heard that a group of kids about two years ago managed to hit every house in Gotham in one night, and I figured I could top it. By like, a lot.” Bart sighed again loudly. “But I couldn’t.” Then he snapped his head up and looked at Alfred cautiously.
“You won’t tell that I was using my powers like that, will you?” Bart’s eyes were wide and fearful. Tim looked at Alfred evenly, and said nothing.
“No, I suppose not.” Alfred smiled and shook his head as he headed toward the kitchen, trying not to laugh at Dick’s costume as he passed him in the hall.
* * * * *
Leaving the shopping district, Wally’s hands were full of bags of costumes he couldn’t decide between. Yeah, a billionaire boyfriend is always a handy thing to have. Bruce was helping him load the bags into the car as he refused, yet again, to be swayed into wearing a costume himself.
“C’mon Bruce. It’ll be fun! You’re always trying to keep everyone on their toes-who will expect this?”
“No, Wally.” As far as Bruce was concerned, simply attending the League Halloween party was a huge concession. And he refused to be whipped that badly. A costume was out of the question.
“Bruce.” Wally touched his forearm gently and Bruce looked up to fall right into the inescapable trap that was Wally’s best puppy-dog eyes. Bruce shifted and sighed, looking helplessly at Wally’s soft-lipped pout.
“Fine. Does the Batman costume count?”
* * * * *
“Oh c’mon now, Shay, that’s just lazy.” Wally laughed at the image of Hawkgirl, donning a tinsel halo, on the JLA communicator in the Batcave. Alfred shook his head in mock-disappointment from the top of the stairs, and Bruce gritted his teeth and shifted.
“Hey, this counts.” Shayera pointed at the dollar-store craftsmanship with conviction and transported them to the Watchtower.
Wally and Bruce fizzled into the Watchtower and made for Wally’s quarters to change from their respective superhero costumes into Halloween costumes. Well, Wally was going to change. He’d decided to give Bruce a break and settle for forcing him into social situations instead.
As they made their way down the sterilized corridor, J’onn and John were approaching from their other direction, and to Wally’s horror, were not in Halloween costumes.
“Whoa, whoa. Where are your costumes?” Wally raised his hand in front of John’s chest as the men came to a stop.
“Man, I’m wearing one.”
“Indeed. And I do not require a costume in order to participate.” Wally looked back and forth between them for a moment like a kid whose dog just ran away, then a wry smile slipped across his face.
“No, no. I insist! Don’t worry, I come prepared!” Wally grabbed John by the arm and dragged all three men toward his quarters, Bruce lagging behind with shopping bags in hand.
* * * * *
“I still do not understand why I need a costume.” J’onn adjusted the purple Ninja Turtles mask and looked down quizzically at his oversized shell. Coming out of the bathroom in a Tarzan costume, John took one look at J’onn and burst out laughing. J’onn turned to Wally with an uncertain look.
“No dude, seriously, it’s awesome.” Wally assured the uncomfortable Martian and turned to appraise John, who was flexing his arms in the full-length mirror. Quickly he realized he had let Bruce out of his line of vision and snapped around at speed to catch him by the cape as he attempted to slide into the hall.
“Ah, ah, Bats. You’re staying right here with me.” Wally swung Bruce around and planted his back against the wall, leaning in for a gentle kiss. From behind him, Wally heard John’s voice.
“Hey, where’d the other costumes go?” Wally broke away from Bruce’s lips, pushing his shoulders into the wall with an accusing glare.
“Bruce!”
Bruce stared evenly at John, then at Wally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bruce now I don’t have a costume!” Wally whined, and J’onn’s eyes lit up and he began untying his mask to offer it to Wally.
“No, I can’t take that one, it looks so cool on you!” Wally said, pushing the mask back into the insistent alien’s hand. John’s eyebrow peaked.
“Well, Wally…I bet we could find something for Angie to wear,” John smiled wickedly and cocked his head at Bruce, who returned it with his own evil smile and reached into his belt and retrieved a tube of lipstick.
“Oh, come on.”
* * * * *
“Hey there darlin’, haven’t seen you around here before. How about a tour?” Ollie waggled his eyebrows suggestively from under his Zorro mask at the uncomfortable-looking redhead, and backed her more firmly into the corner.
“Oh my god, that’s Wally isn’t it? Jesus. Well, I’m not telling him. He deserves it.” Dinah crossed her arms over her Poison Ivy leotard and glanced at Batman, who grunted his approval. Wally was wide-eyed and inching away from Ollie as his attention became focused on Batman in the corner.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe someone dressed up as Batman! This man deserves a prize.” Ollie laughed loudly and clapped a strong hand down on Bruce’s shoulder. “That shmuck would never show up at one of these, of course you could get away with it! Why did I never think of this before?” Ollie beamed and pointed at Batman to Dinah. Behind him, Wally’s eyes went even wider.
“He did a great job, right? Got all the angst…he’s even standing in the corner. I guess all you’re missing is Diana humping your leg now, right? Am I right?” Ollie cackled and ribbed an increasingly angrier Batman.
“Ollie, uh. We should…Um. Let’s go get you some water.” Dinah looked at Bruce apologetically and began to drag Ollie as far away from Bruce as the room would allow, but not before Ollie could scream,
“To the Batcave!”
* * * * *
“Hey! What’s that!” Wally pointed to the bottle Shayera had quickly stashed in her belt at the sound of Wally’s voice. Not quick enough.
“Ah, ah. I saw it. You’re hiding a flask at a party where everyone’s drinking?” Wally looked at her inquisitively, hands on his accentuated hips. Shayera was looking him over with slight confusion, and he laughed.
“Wally?!” Shayera’s face blossomed with recognition and she began to laugh. “Oh my god, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Batman made me do it. What’s in the flask?”
“Oh you don’t want to know. But this crap they’re drinking here,” she gestured to a
a table of half-full plastic cups, “does NOT do it for a Thanagarian.” Wally’s eyes lit up and he laughed slyly, leaning toward the winged-woman.
“Well great, because at the rate I metabolize, I might get a little tipsy for a few minutes if that stuff can make a human being go blind. Now gimme a taste, babe.” Shayera looked at him with a hint of amusement and forked over the flask, laughing at the face he made after taking a healthy swig and stumbling against her.
“Ohhh we gotta tell Supes about thisss stuff.” Wally slurred, planting a hand lazily on Shayera’s hip and dodging clumsily at speed when she swung her mace.
* * * * *
Two hours after his run-in with Ollie, Batman had rotated to a different corner and was watching an Amazonian Catwoman diffuse an escalating situation between a drunk angel and what appeared to be Vixen dressed as Tarzan’s counterpart, Jane.
“Shayera, stand down!” Diana bellowed, and Bruce suppressed an amused grunt. Beside him, Kilowog was explaining his costume to J’onn, who seemed to share Bruce’s level of appreciation for the holiday.
“Yeah but look, it’s so natural. I mean, when you think Kilowog, you think James Bond, right? Oh what’s this called? It’s good!” Kilowog was adjusting his tuxedo as he munched the empty plastic candy bowls on the table. J’onn had a worried look under his purple bandana.
Suddenly there was a crash in the other room, barely audible, and Bruce scanned the room and realized Wally had abandoned his shameless flirting with Shayera and was nowhere to be found. He slunk out to the hall, unnoticed, and stumbled into a heap of superhero.
“Bruce!.....Bruce?” Clark shifted, clanking the armor together from his medieval knight costume and looking dubiously at Batman from the floor. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d say he looked drunk. More importantly, he was wrapped around his boyfriend.
“Heyyyy youuu-“
“Wally, what are you doing?” Bruce cut him off, staring down at the two men with his arms crossed.
“Oh, well see, we wanted to know if the floor was strong enough if Clark fell down. And it is! And then I fell down, and we were trying to get back up-“ Bruce watched Wally’s flushed face as he gestured wildly in narration.
“Are you two drunk?” The edge of Bruce’s voice was hard.
“Uhh, ha. Well-“
“Is that even possible?” Bruce put his hands on his hips, waiting for their forthcoming explanation impatiently.
“Shayera gave it to us! I didn’t think it would even work, really…” Clark trailed off quietly, looking like a guilty 10 year old. Wally nodded up at Bruce in agreement.
“I am shocked at your level of irresponsibility. I will venture to say it is a good thing I don’t come to these functions regularly, and I would be remiss to look the other way about such a blatant infraction.” Bruce stared at Clark, then at Wally. Clark’s armor clanged and scraped awkwardly as he shuffled to get to his feet and slink back into the party with his head down. Bruce’s eyes returned to Wally, on a heap on the floor, dress ripped, and his lip quivering in a genuine effort not to cry.
“Oh Wally…” Bruce sat down beside him and brushed his hair off his forehead. Wally’s lipstick had been smudged slightly, and his eyes were wide and watery. Bruce brushed his gauntlet against his cheek and pulled his cowl back carefully.
“I’m sorry Bruce. I- I-“ Wally’s pout pushed outward and Bruce couldn’t help but kiss him softly. He cupped Wally’s face and leaned close to his ear, breath heavy.
“Are you going to make it up to me?” Wally’s smile broke across his face like sun through clouds and he threw his arms around Bruce’s neck happily. Bruce thought he could do this every year.
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Halloween at the Watchtower
Pairings: Bruce/Wally
Rating: pretty harmless with large amounts of FLUFF
Word Count: 2,306
Don't own 'em, obviously.
In continuity with victoria_wayne’s canon. (Takes place after A Flash by Any Other Name) You amy be confused about certain minor details without a visit!
“Oh my, what creative costumes!” Alfred chuckled as he opened the door and doled out energy bars to the three pint-sized Robins standing on the doorstep of Wayne Manor. Behind him, a jean-clad Tim glared out at the boys, turned and made a face at the foyer’s pumpkin-shaped dish of untouched candy corn.
“Thanks, mister, our moms made them. But don’t you have any real candy?” One Robin looked up expectantly as the other two gazed forlornly at their energy bars.
“Well I don’t imagine the real Robin eats very much candy, do you? Besides, boys your age needn’t eat anything to make them any more energetic. Now off you go.” Alfred smiled firmly and waved the boys off, watching them karate-chop each other lazily as they ran down the drive.
Inside, Tim dodged a playful hair-muss from Dick and turned around.
“Whassamadder Tim, you afraid of a little competition?” Dick laughed and Tim rolled his eyes, exasperated. He wasn’t much for any holiday that required everyone to be reminded that he was, in fact, a kid.
“How can you be laughing at me and wearing that at the same time?” Tim made a pointed gesture to the ridiculous spandex disco getup that was Dick’s Halloween costume. It included bellbottoms and a polyester button down shirt with a huge, flared collar. Tim cocked his head, examining it.
“Come to think of it…it looks like your first Nightwing costume.” Tim doubled over in laughter and dodged Dick’s punch.
“Hey now, this is from Saturday Night Fever, I’ll have you know. And besides, it just took me a while to find my fashion niche, okay?”
“Whatever you say, fairyboots.”
* * * * *
“Bruce, look! Oh man!” Wally squealed excitedly from the dressing room of the costume store, bursting out in an explosion of color that almost distracted Bruce from what Wally was wearing.
“You can’t wear that, Wally.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s….ridiculous.” Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look disapproving, badly suppressing a laugh.
* * * * *
“Master Bartholomew, I am sure you are not tracking water all over the house.” Bart looked up from where he lay sprawled on the couch, dressed as a pirate, with his soggy feet up. Using a touch of speed, he plunked his shoes onto the floor and sat up straight, looking gloomily at the older man’s stern expression.
“I trust your evening was productive?”
“It was fun…but I wish it didn’t start raining. I could’ve covered every house in Gotham!” Bart gestured bitterly with his plastic sword at his overflowing sack of candy, and Alfred winced internally to think of how that amount of sugar would affect the young speedster’s metabolism.
“Hey, Bart, you’re back early! Did you make it already?” Tim entered the room and began inspecting Bart’s bag meticulously, and Bart leaned back resignedly and flipped up his eye-patch.
“No…” Bart sighed, “I got rained out.” Tim nodded curtly.
“Yeah, this doesn’t look like enough candy to be from every house,”
“What on earth are you two referring to?” Alfred raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Well, Tim heard that a group of kids about two years ago managed to hit every house in Gotham in one night, and I figured I could top it. By like, a lot.” Bart sighed again loudly. “But I couldn’t.” Then he snapped his head up and looked at Alfred cautiously.
“You won’t tell that I was using my powers like that, will you?” Bart’s eyes were wide and fearful. Tim looked at Alfred evenly, and said nothing.
“No, I suppose not.” Alfred smiled and shook his head as he headed toward the kitchen, trying not to laugh at Dick’s costume as he passed him in the hall.
* * * * *
Leaving the shopping district, Wally’s hands were full of bags of costumes he couldn’t decide between. Yeah, a billionaire boyfriend is always a handy thing to have. Bruce was helping him load the bags into the car as he refused, yet again, to be swayed into wearing a costume himself.
“C’mon Bruce. It’ll be fun! You’re always trying to keep everyone on their toes-who will expect this?”
“No, Wally.” As far as Bruce was concerned, simply attending the League Halloween party was a huge concession. And he refused to be whipped that badly. A costume was out of the question.
“Bruce.” Wally touched his forearm gently and Bruce looked up to fall right into the inescapable trap that was Wally’s best puppy-dog eyes. Bruce shifted and sighed, looking helplessly at Wally’s soft-lipped pout.
“Fine. Does the Batman costume count?”
* * * * *
“Oh c’mon now, Shay, that’s just lazy.” Wally laughed at the image of Hawkgirl, donning a tinsel halo, on the JLA communicator in the Batcave. Alfred shook his head in mock-disappointment from the top of the stairs, and Bruce gritted his teeth and shifted.
“Hey, this counts.” Shayera pointed at the dollar-store craftsmanship with conviction and transported them to the Watchtower.
Wally and Bruce fizzled into the Watchtower and made for Wally’s quarters to change from their respective superhero costumes into Halloween costumes. Well, Wally was going to change. He’d decided to give Bruce a break and settle for forcing him into social situations instead.
As they made their way down the sterilized corridor, J’onn and John were approaching from their other direction, and to Wally’s horror, were not in Halloween costumes.
“Whoa, whoa. Where are your costumes?” Wally raised his hand in front of John’s chest as the men came to a stop.
“Man, I’m wearing one.”
“Indeed. And I do not require a costume in order to participate.” Wally looked back and forth between them for a moment like a kid whose dog just ran away, then a wry smile slipped across his face.
“No, no. I insist! Don’t worry, I come prepared!” Wally grabbed John by the arm and dragged all three men toward his quarters, Bruce lagging behind with shopping bags in hand.
* * * * *
“I still do not understand why I need a costume.” J’onn adjusted the purple Ninja Turtles mask and looked down quizzically at his oversized shell. Coming out of the bathroom in a Tarzan costume, John took one look at J’onn and burst out laughing. J’onn turned to Wally with an uncertain look.
“No dude, seriously, it’s awesome.” Wally assured the uncomfortable Martian and turned to appraise John, who was flexing his arms in the full-length mirror. Quickly he realized he had let Bruce out of his line of vision and snapped around at speed to catch him by the cape as he attempted to slide into the hall.
“Ah, ah, Bats. You’re staying right here with me.” Wally swung Bruce around and planted his back against the wall, leaning in for a gentle kiss. From behind him, Wally heard John’s voice.
“Hey, where’d the other costumes go?” Wally broke away from Bruce’s lips, pushing his shoulders into the wall with an accusing glare.
“Bruce!”
Bruce stared evenly at John, then at Wally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bruce now I don’t have a costume!” Wally whined, and J’onn’s eyes lit up and he began untying his mask to offer it to Wally.
“No, I can’t take that one, it looks so cool on you!” Wally said, pushing the mask back into the insistent alien’s hand. John’s eyebrow peaked.
“Well, Wally…I bet we could find something for Angie to wear,” John smiled wickedly and cocked his head at Bruce, who returned it with his own evil smile and reached into his belt and retrieved a tube of lipstick.
“Oh, come on.”
* * * * *
“Hey there darlin’, haven’t seen you around here before. How about a tour?” Ollie waggled his eyebrows suggestively from under his Zorro mask at the uncomfortable-looking redhead, and backed her more firmly into the corner.
“Oh my god, that’s Wally isn’t it? Jesus. Well, I’m not telling him. He deserves it.” Dinah crossed her arms over her Poison Ivy leotard and glanced at Batman, who grunted his approval. Wally was wide-eyed and inching away from Ollie as his attention became focused on Batman in the corner.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe someone dressed up as Batman! This man deserves a prize.” Ollie laughed loudly and clapped a strong hand down on Bruce’s shoulder. “That shmuck would never show up at one of these, of course you could get away with it! Why did I never think of this before?” Ollie beamed and pointed at Batman to Dinah. Behind him, Wally’s eyes went even wider.
“He did a great job, right? Got all the angst…he’s even standing in the corner. I guess all you’re missing is Diana humping your leg now, right? Am I right?” Ollie cackled and ribbed an increasingly angrier Batman.
“Ollie, uh. We should…Um. Let’s go get you some water.” Dinah looked at Bruce apologetically and began to drag Ollie as far away from Bruce as the room would allow, but not before Ollie could scream,
“To the Batcave!”
* * * * *
“Hey! What’s that!” Wally pointed to the bottle Shayera had quickly stashed in her belt at the sound of Wally’s voice. Not quick enough.
“Ah, ah. I saw it. You’re hiding a flask at a party where everyone’s drinking?” Wally looked at her inquisitively, hands on his accentuated hips. Shayera was looking him over with slight confusion, and he laughed.
“Wally?!” Shayera’s face blossomed with recognition and she began to laugh. “Oh my god, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Batman made me do it. What’s in the flask?”
“Oh you don’t want to know. But this crap they’re drinking here,” she gestured to a
a table of half-full plastic cups, “does NOT do it for a Thanagarian.” Wally’s eyes lit up and he laughed slyly, leaning toward the winged-woman.
“Well great, because at the rate I metabolize, I might get a little tipsy for a few minutes if that stuff can make a human being go blind. Now gimme a taste, babe.” Shayera looked at him with a hint of amusement and forked over the flask, laughing at the face he made after taking a healthy swig and stumbling against her.
“Ohhh we gotta tell Supes about thisss stuff.” Wally slurred, planting a hand lazily on Shayera’s hip and dodging clumsily at speed when she swung her mace.
* * * * *
Two hours after his run-in with Ollie, Batman had rotated to a different corner and was watching an Amazonian Catwoman diffuse an escalating situation between a drunk angel and what appeared to be Vixen dressed as Tarzan’s counterpart, Jane.
“Shayera, stand down!” Diana bellowed, and Bruce suppressed an amused grunt. Beside him, Kilowog was explaining his costume to J’onn, who seemed to share Bruce’s level of appreciation for the holiday.
“Yeah but look, it’s so natural. I mean, when you think Kilowog, you think James Bond, right? Oh what’s this called? It’s good!” Kilowog was adjusting his tuxedo as he munched the empty plastic candy bowls on the table. J’onn had a worried look under his purple bandana.
Suddenly there was a crash in the other room, barely audible, and Bruce scanned the room and realized Wally had abandoned his shameless flirting with Shayera and was nowhere to be found. He slunk out to the hall, unnoticed, and stumbled into a heap of superhero.
“Bruce!.....Bruce?” Clark shifted, clanking the armor together from his medieval knight costume and looking dubiously at Batman from the floor. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d say he looked drunk. More importantly, he was wrapped around his boyfriend.
“Heyyyy youuu-“
“Wally, what are you doing?” Bruce cut him off, staring down at the two men with his arms crossed.
“Oh, well see, we wanted to know if the floor was strong enough if Clark fell down. And it is! And then I fell down, and we were trying to get back up-“ Bruce watched Wally’s flushed face as he gestured wildly in narration.
“Are you two drunk?” The edge of Bruce’s voice was hard.
“Uhh, ha. Well-“
“Is that even possible?” Bruce put his hands on his hips, waiting for their forthcoming explanation impatiently.
“Shayera gave it to us! I didn’t think it would even work, really…” Clark trailed off quietly, looking like a guilty 10 year old. Wally nodded up at Bruce in agreement.
“I am shocked at your level of irresponsibility. I will venture to say it is a good thing I don’t come to these functions regularly, and I would be remiss to look the other way about such a blatant infraction.” Bruce stared at Clark, then at Wally. Clark’s armor clanged and scraped awkwardly as he shuffled to get to his feet and slink back into the party with his head down. Bruce’s eyes returned to Wally, on a heap on the floor, dress ripped, and his lip quivering in a genuine effort not to cry.
“Oh Wally…” Bruce sat down beside him and brushed his hair off his forehead. Wally’s lipstick had been smudged slightly, and his eyes were wide and watery. Bruce brushed his gauntlet against his cheek and pulled his cowl back carefully.
“I’m sorry Bruce. I- I-“ Wally’s pout pushed outward and Bruce couldn’t help but kiss him softly. He cupped Wally’s face and leaned close to his ear, breath heavy.
“Are you going to make it up to me?” Wally’s smile broke across his face like sun through clouds and he threw his arms around Bruce’s neck happily. Bruce thought he could do this every year.
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