Prompt Post - Part Nine [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Barry swallowed, throat dry. “Rudolph's wrong.”
Wally nodded. “It was wrong of him to say that. He's an ass.” At Barry's shocked look, Wally shrugged at him. “He's my nephew, I've got to love him, but that doesn't mean he's not an ass sometimes.”
Barry looked back out into the darkness of the backyard. “He's wrong. They're all wrong. He didn't kill her. He wouldn't kill her.”
Wally leaned against the railing. “A lot of people say that, kid. It happens.”
“No!” Wally was startled by Barry's vehemence. “He wouldn't, they loved each other. There was so much evidence, too much evidence, but no motive. He was framed.”
Wally looked at Barry sideways, as if seeing him in a new light. “...You're really sure about this, aren't you?”
Barry nodded, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging them. “I'm going to study criminal justice and figure out who really killed her.”
Wally smiled down at him. “You know, I could take a look. See if I can come up with something the original investigators missed.”
Barry's head jerked up, awe in his eyes and hope in his voice. “You'd do that? You'd really do that?”
Wally reached down and ruffled his hair. “Iris is head over heels for you, kid. 'Course I will.” He pushed himself off the railing and sat down on the steps next to Barry. “You know what I do when I feel overwhelmed by the world?”
“What?”
Wally grinned at Barry, his eyes hinting at some inside joke. “I go for a brisk jog. Clears the head. You should try it sometime. Those times where you just can't stand to be anywhere... be nowhere. Keep on the move.”
Barry quirked the corner of his mouth and raised his brow. “Is that how you know the Flash? You're jogging buddies?” he asked, not entirely serious.
Wally threw back his head and laughed. “Something like that, Barry. Something like that.”
When Iris came out looking for Barry later, she found them stargazing, Wally pointing out constellations and telling the associated myths. If the butchered version of Orion and the scorpion she had walked into was any clue, highly embellished versions. She forced her way into the space between them on the steps. “Hey, make some space for me.” She threw her arms around their shoulders. “Got my boys, my favorite uncle and my favorite boyfriend.”
“Of course I'm your favorite uncle, I'm your only uncle,” Wally sniffed.
“I should hope I'm your only boyfriend,” Barry grumbled good-naturedly.
Iris gave a shiver. “Euugh. Isn't it a bit cold out to be stargazing?”
Wally looked up at the sky. “But look, they're so crisp and clear. Not a cloud in sight.”
Barry threw his own arm around Iris's shoulders. “If you're cold, you should snuggle close baby.”
Wally put his arm on top of Barry's. “Yeah, we'll keep you warm.”
Wally's hand dangled over Iris's shoulder, between hers and Barry's heads. A glint of light from the window reflected off the ring on his finger, drawing Barry's attention. It was a simple gold thing, with an engraving of a lightening bolt, like the Flash's logo.
Huh. Must be a present from the Flash, or something.
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