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DC COMICS MEME: 3/5 male characters » Wally West

" I don’t wear this uniform to frighten anyone. And I don’t fight for vengeance."

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"I’d really rather not add more emotional scarring to abandonment issues and post traumatic stress disorder." It was half a joke. She paused and the rolled her eyes, "Truth be told, there are no juicy details."

     "Oh. Wow. Didn't even think of that. Poor guy."

Wally feels like he's just been smacked with a lifetime's worth of secondhand embarrassment. Harsh. And he thought he had it bad in the 'unfortunate names' department. (He will never whine about being dubbed 'Wallass Rude-olph' ever again. Seriously. Ever.)

     "Really? That's ... hard to believe." Iris is sweet. In her own, rough-exterior-sort-of-way. "But hey, it's whatever—not judging."

*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

"Umm, sure…"

"Are you still interested in these candies, or should I share with Artemis?”

     "Meg!"

     "You can't give them to Artemis! She'll       eat them all! And then where would we       be? In a sad, sad place, that's where—"

He says as he helps himself to a handful.

          "Think about the children.                   ... And when I say children, I mean us.                   We are the children."

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     "So, what, I remind her of her dad?" For the life of him, he can't say he remembers Iris mentioning her dad at all. Did she? Maybe ... But Wally doesn't wanna think too hard about it, lest his mind start solidifying false truths with the actual truth. That's just a whole 'nother side of confusing he does not want to experience right now. Nope.

So it's no surprise he's all grins when she—Canary—gives him something else to wonder about.

     "Let me guess ... somehow, some way, you're related to this world's Black Canary? Or, at least, carry on the mantle, I guess? Man, legacies are so cool." There's a minuscule pause. "Unless that's really your name-name—in which case, doubly cool!"

Okay, wow. Batgirl didn’t really get starstruck. After all, she had met Batman and the Black Canary. But this was Kid Flash. He had superpowers. 

"I’ve got it handled, but you’re welcome to show off that super speed of yours and wrap up the perp."

Like a large, muscled Christmas present for Dad. 

     "Any excuse to impress the ladies."

Punctuate that statement with a wink and a smirk and he's totally won her heart (it's so obvious). Zeroing back in on the task at hand, the tornado of a speedster happily engulfs the crook in a smear of red and yellow; helps a truckload the dude's already been dazed by who-knows-what—the flawless work of a true batling—so Kid Flash meets zero resistance. Sweet!

Skidding to a stop (whilst admiring his handiwork of course), Wally really hopes Batgirl meant what she said to be taken literally—because the knobby-kneed jughead is totally workin' that docking rope he's tied up in. Complete with a pretty bow.

     "Very slimming. Absolutely accentuates your features, man." (Wally'll choose to ignore the guy's very colorful snarl of a response. Batgirl's nicer to talk to, anyway.) "So. You always patrolling solo?"

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”Hey- I was kidding” Linda remarked, a little deflated for some reason she couldn’t figure out. “You have an identity to protect and it’s your choice. But, I’m not- I’m- I just don’t want you to confuse me with someone who- I don’t know, whatever. This is awkward, I’m sorry-” she chuckled and tucked a couple of strands behind her ear.

God damn it Park, make it worse why don’t you?

What's with the verbal sidestepping? Well. More like a drunken attempt at the Macarena at this point—Wally's officially one hundred percent lost in Linda's fumble.

     "Er ... sorry?" He offers up the half-apology, half-question in a feeble attempt to salvage what's left of their two-step stagger of a conversation. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just—you know. I don't think you're, uh, out of line for wondering. If that's the type of 'someone' you were referring to—"

They're both going to drown in word vomit at this rate.

                    ( crud. better drop this topic like a hot potato. )

     "Hey, here's an idea—let's get pizza, on me. Cool?"

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"That does sound like me. Hopping is a common hobby of mine. It’s possibly my favourite power. So you’ve met an older me, then? Interesting. What was I like? Well, maybe I just still bottle up my emotions." She mused, seemingly not bothered by the idea, "Things are okay. And Jai is great, he’s always great. Uh, I didn’t this year, but I was patrolling with Dami."

     "You ever run into yourself—pfft, literally—with all that hopping around?"

Though Wally can't say he'd much mind running into alternate selves. Walli is a helluva character (who cares if admitting that makes him sound conceited? It's true!), and if there's more hims—hers, and everything in-between—out there then heck yeah Wally wants in on it. Which leads the yellow-and-red clad speedster to hop-skip-jump right on over the obvious flashing sign of "hey, this isn't the iris you know!" and straight out ask:

     "Hold up. If this is a speedster thing ... can you teach me?"