Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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A bit of light reflected off the Helmet of Fate as he turned it over in his hands. It felt like a lifetime ago that he had put on the helmet and had been trapped in some sort of pocket dimension with Kent Nelson. Dr. Fate had wanted to keep him there, to take control of his body permanently so he could keep order in the world. Wally remembered promising him he would find a suitable host for the hero.
That had been months ago. In that time, Kaldur had foolishly put on the helmet in an attempt to save them from the Injustice League. If it hadn’t been for Mr. Nelson, Kaldur would be lost to them. But Dr. Fate had released him which meant Wally still had to find a host.
It was a grave responsibility. How could he possibly allow someone to give their whole life to Dr. Fate and the helmet? If they were lucky, Dr. Fate would allow them to live little bits of their lives, as he had with Kent Nelson. But the world had been without Dr. Fate for so long, the hero might just decide to make the arrangement permanent.
And even if he shared, the host’s life would never truly be his own. How many moments, how many years had Kent Nelson lost with his wife because Dr. Fate had control?
But then again, how long would Wally make Kent Nelson wait by putting off finding a host?
Wally growled in frustration and sat back, studying the helmet intently. “Maybe I should just-”
“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not a good idea.”
Wally jumped as Robin vaulted over the back of the couch and plopped down beside him. “I can’t just keep him in there indefinitely,” Wally sighed.
“Yeah, I know. But I’m sure when the right person comes along, you’ll know. So don’t worry about it so much.”
“Easy for you to say,” Wally mumbled.
Robin just shrugged, but cast him a sympathetic look. “Hey, I got a new game. Go put that away and we’ll play.”
“Yeah, okay.” Wally got to his feet and took a moment to inspect the helmet before dashing off to the trophy room.
When he got there, he found Artemis holding Cheshire’s mask in her hands, studying it much like he had been studying the Helmet of Fate. Wally could see a myriad of emotions play across her face. Her face finally hardened as she set the mask back.
“I’m done with you,“ Artemis growled. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself it was true.
Suddenly, Artemis turned on her heel to leave but stopped dead when she saw Wally. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded, her cheeks growing red.
“I just got here!” Wally insisted. Artemis just narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Wally cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Guess I’m not the only one with headgear problems, huh?” he said, trying to lighten the mood.
Artemis narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Wally took a step back. “Nothing. I don’t know what your beef with that mask is but if you want to talk about-”
“Just leave me alone,” Artemis growled, clenching her fists. “And stop sneaking up on people, it’s rude!”
“Sneaking? I was not sneaking! I was-”
“Knock next time. Cough politely. Do something!”
“Geez, calm down! I was just trying to be nice. If you don’t want to talk about it then-”
“Whatever!” And with that, Artemis stormed out.
Wally winced, half expecting an arrow in the back. Girls. Archery girls. She’d probably make his life miserable for the next week.
Putting the helmet back on the shelf, Wally cast a tentative look to Cheshire’s mask. He didn’t know what Artemis’ deal was, but whatever it was, it looked like a heavy burden to bear.
Somehow, he got the impression that the weight of his responsibility was feather light in comparison.
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