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“Uh, yeah, we’re still at this. I mean, dude. It’s a time machine,” Rob retorted without looking up from where he was working with a wrench doing…something. Roy did not ask and did not want to know.
“I thought you got banned from trying to build one after the Justice League ended up fighting those tentacle monsters.”
“Not banned. More like put on hold,” Wally interjected. The younger redhead was moving around a lot in the small space, and with his speed looked like he was jumping from place to place. He was somehow manging to continue his talk at a normal pace, though, for which Roy was forever grateful. “But everyone knows the main component of any good TARDIS is that it has to be bigger on the inside. That was our main problem, but once we figured out how to cause dimensional rifts-and that was a total accident, we only messed with one zeta tube, there was no reason for it to affect all of them-it was just a matter of figuring out how to make our own little pocket dimension that we could fold into a convenient space, but now we need a convenient space, and we were in the shower, and you said that thing about bigger than it seems, and I thought ‘bigger on the inside!’ because, you know, TARDIS, and all. The main part that we just can’t figure out is the actual time travel part because I can totally do it running but its completely subconscious, like, I don’t know how to replicate that when I’m not running, and there’s no machine powerful enough to make anything move as fast as we’d need it to that we could use, or at least we haven’t figured out what we need yet. As long as we get that, we can get this time machine together no problem! Personally, I’d rather use a police box but seeing as Uncle B kind of banned me from the entire continent of Europe unless it’s an emergency, well…”
Roy blinked. He had no idea what Wally had just said to him. “I have no idea what you just said to me.”
“We wanted to use a police box but Flash won’t let Wally near Europe, and the only thing we have to figure out to actually make this work is time travel,” Robin clarified. He still didn’t look up from what he was doing. “Also, we built our own pocket dimension.”
“…Right. Well. I think I’m going to go now, it’s been fun.” Roy stood up and stretched, but when he shoved the bathroom door open he yelled and jumped back as he came face to face with Barry.
“Hey, Wally, we’re ba-What the heck happened to my shower?!” the Flash practically screeched, his blue eyes bulging as his hands grabbed at short tufts of blonde hair. “Wally! Dick! What are you doing to my shower?! Roy?”
“Don’t ask me; they just kind of…started! Besides, I was just leaving, anyway.”
Barry frowned. “No, I mean ‘Roy?’ as in ‘What are you doing in my house with my nephew when I’m not supposed to be home, I thought you lived in Star City which is three states away, Roy?’”
“Well, I, uh-” Roy began, but the blonde hero suddenly glanced away as something about his nephew caught his attention.
“Is that-Wally, why do you have a hicky.” It was not a question, and Wally definitely froze what he was doing to shoot his uncle a slightly bashful grin. Roy died a little on the inside. It took a lot to make the Flash angry, but when those blue eyes narrowed on his, the archer knew it was all over for him.
“We need to have a talk,” Barry Allen declared evenly, and grabbed Roy’s arm to drag him downstairs as Roy prayed for the end. He almost-almost-didn’t notice the way Wally and Dick high fived each other as they were left to their evil genius-y ministrations.
Wally was so going to pay for this.
Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. I can promise updates, but they will be sporadic. I can't promise anything regular. Hopefully I'm about 1/3 of the way done with this story, though. Or, I will be after the next part.
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Roy, your life is so hard.
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