Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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Fill- Running Blind - Part 2

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Everything that the Flash taught him came through. He struck out at the woman, throwing his fist with confidence in the direction he last heard her and surprised her. Kid Flash could hear her feet drag across the ground, a curse and then the patter of feet running towards him. She was slightly to his right. He dodged a sai that was thrust his way and blocked the kick swung at him from the left. And he hit back, using his speed to give his punches and kicks force, even though using his powers prolonged his bout of blindness. He wasn’t thinking about that though, he had to protect his friends.

He found that he had to listen to the woman carefully as she made liberal usage of jumps and flips to avoid making noise against the ground. But this wasn’t unusual to Kid Flash. He was used to the sound of Robin moving through the air.

It was exciting and terrifying to sneak into Wayne Manor. Robin had reassured him that Alfred was out running errands and Batman wouldn’t be back until the next day. Dick told him he could stay longer since they could easily avoid Alfred, but Wally had to return to Central City before his aunt and uncle or his parents noticed that he was missing. Wally often wondered who had the more protective parental figures, him or Dick. Not that he’d ever breathe a word to Dick about that.

So it was a quick visit to Wayne Manor, but it was enough to send a fearful and joyful shiver through a fourteen (and a half) year old Wally West.

Robin gave him a tour of his favorite places in the manor with the exception of the Batcave, no matter how much Wally begged to see it. “Dude, you’re not cleared to go into the Batcave, you’ll literally be killed, either by the security system or by Batman because he will know,” Robin had told him. Wally just pouted.

At the end of the tour, Dick showed Wally his personal gym with equipment that any acrobat would be jealous of. Wally had seen Robin in action before, but he asked Dick to show him his regular routine. Wally sat on one of the mats and watched as Dick swung from the bars while explaining to Wally what he was doing and stories about learning those moves from his parents. Watching Dick move effortlessly through the air took his breath away, but Wally was also interested in the sound, the whoosh of air, Dick’s controlled breathing, the sound of his voice and the clap of Dick’s hands went they met the bars. Wally found himself closing his eyes and concentrating on the sound of Dick flying, trying to anticipate where his friend was in the air.

“Hey, you weren’t watching me!” Dick whined once his feet hit the ground.

Wally opened his eyes and he went flush from being caught. “I just … I like to listen sometimes.”

Dick gave him a look and shook his head. “You can be so weird.”

He could hear the assassin jump again, he could hear her breathing, the movement of her clothes and the swing of her sais slicing through the air. Kid Flash dodged again and managed to knock her down.

“I see you know some tricks,” his opponent growled as she bounced back onto her feet.

Kid Flash smirked. She just told him exactly where she was and he was satisfied when his foot connected with her side. Most times Kid Flash wasn’t this focused, he didn’t have the patience to do something like this. Waiting. Listening. Calculating every move he made. But he had no choice when he couldn’t see. When his vision was gone, Kid Flash was forced into being patient. He hated it. It felt counterintuitive to his powers, it went against his every instinct and he never acted this way if he could help it. He couldn’t even insult or banter with the enemy. But Kid Flash felt an odd sense of pride that he could fight without his sight.

He could still hear his uncle’s voice rising in pride when he blocked one of the Flash’s punches and countered with his own while blindfolded. “Good job, Kid! That was amazing! One day this will save your life!”

And now he was fighting toe to toe with a trained assassin. He could never tell Uncle Barry or else his uncle would never stop saying, “I told you so.”