Prompt Post - Part Three [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“Rob, we're superheroes. Vast chunks of our lives are secret,” Wally answered as an affirmative.
Rob shook his head. “No, I mean really secret. No one can know that you know.”
Wally nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
Robin leaned over and whispered his name in Wally's ear.
Batman would kill him if he knew that Wally knew. Literally rend him limb from limb. “Wow. I... I'm glad you trust me that much. Really surprised, but glad.”
Robin looked at him, expression obscured by his domino mask and the darkness. “Of course I trust you that much. You're my best friend. You're on my level. If I start obsessively rambling about something you understand, because you do the same thing. You can keep up with me. Not a lot of people I've met can do that, and even fewer want to be friends.”
Wally swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. He wanted to repay Robin in kind; wanted to tell him his own deep secret. But after that, how could he? Robin was the normal smart, just plain genius. The kind that was alienated simply because they were so much further ahead of everyone else, not alienated because they were broken. Wally was the broken smart, masquerading as the normal smart. How could he tell Robin that he was completely wrong about him, right after he'd said that?
So Wally didn't say anything.
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Wally woke up one morning feeling that something was off. But whatever it was wasn't readily apparent, so he shrugged it off and went through his morning routine as normal. When he came downstairs, his mother turned to look at him worriedly. “How are you feeling Wally?”
Wally frowned at her. “Fine, why... shouldn't...” he trailed off as he realized that something was very, very wrong.
He wasn't hungry.
Ever since getting his superspeed, Wally had always woken up ravenous. His accelerated metabolism didn't stop just because he was asleep, and his mother was always sure to have a large breakfast waiting for him when he woke up. But right here, right now, when his stomach should be shouting at him for sustenance, it was merely sending small warning signals that maybe Wally should start thinking about maybe finding something to eat soon.
Wally grabbed the newspaper off the table and stared at it. He wasn't processing the words fast enough. “What happened?” he asked quietly.
“Barry called a few minutes ago,” his mother started. “All of the humans with superpowers lost their powers overnight. The Justice League is trying to figure out what happened.”
“All of the humans?” Wally questioned, thinking. “So we've still got non-humans, like Superman?”
His mother nodded.
Wally took a slice of toast from the plate on the table. “I'm... just going to stay in my room until this blows over.”
“Wally,” his mother pleaded, but he was already heading back up the stairs.
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