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Wally watched Bruce leave, up until he couldn’t see him anymore, before he sprung into action. It didn’t even take him a second to put on his suit. He was pretty sure that Bruce must have still been near his car somewhere when he left his flat to be on his way to the tower.

While he was always happy to notice that no crime was happening, this time he was near thankful that Central and everything else on his way seemed calm enough that it didn’t need his intervention. Which meant that he made it to the Watchtower in his usual record time, even grabbing a few snacks kept there, and waited for Bruce.

At this point he was sure the other wasn’t too mad at him but…well, it was hard to tell with the other’s expression sometimes.

On the way up to the Watchtower a sudden beeping, some kind of alarm, started ringing from the gadget he’d used to sync up with the monitors, and Bruce frowned, gazing at the distress signal the Watchtower picked up on. 

It looked like the tower had picked up on a distress signal heading in their direction. He considered the potential options. Could be anything from a ship low on fuel, to a rogue ship, to some kind of medical emergency. Or, even, a trap.

Frowning, he walked out of the elevator and tapped his comm, heading towards the monitoring room. “Flash, are you reading this?” 

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Wally took the sight of Bruce leaning back as his permission to finish the rest of the food. Never mind that Bruce had only eaten what…one bite? Wally had been too nervous to actually keep track.

He finished the rest of the food and as Bruce stood up.

Feeling a bit rushed again, Wally stood up too and more or less threw the dirty pan and cutlery into his sink, turning back to watch Bruce go for the window. He’d clean his kitchen, or flat even, later. “Whatever yours is, only seconds earlier. Unless I come across someone who needs help.” Which would be a valid excuse, as the Flash. “But I’m on my way. I’ll be there when you are!”

Bruce nodded curtly, and started to say something about Wally not needing to rush too much, considering how late he was already, but it was too late - the other seemed ready to go almost instantly. 

Of course. 

Bruce sniffed, and climbed onto the windowsill. “I’ll see you at the tower, then.” He paused, and then added, “Be safe,” before dropping out the window without waiting for a response, heading to the car.  

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what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

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Bruce didn’t say anything about the food so..it couldn’t have been too burned. Who knew what kind of fancy food he usually ate and here was Wally, with his hastily made food. Nothing fancy about that.

“Of course I can say no,” Wally said when most of the food was cleared away and he ate half of the pan as well. Making sure to move as neatly as possible to not look too weird while eating. It wouldn’t do to gross Bruce out. 

“But I like helping them. My coworkers and friends.” Although they had said that they could ask someone else but…he liked helping. “And it didn’t feel like it was that much. It’s not like I had a notebook with appointments. It just happened. Five minutes here, then there. And suddenly I was late and haven’t eaten anything.”

“Hn,” Bruce offered in response, before leaning back in his chair and cocking his head at the other. “I see.” 

Well, if the Flash - if Wally - was unable to keep his schedule on track when it counted, then perhaps he would be able to step in, in that regard. He was sure Alfred would be more than happy to send out food to Wally, either whilst at work or at home, and he’d simply have to make a note of it for later. 

Bruce watched as Wally ate, almost gingerly, and Bruce decided it was probably best if he headed back to the Watchtower. He pushed his chair back and got to his feet. 

“What is your ETA?” Bruce turned around, glancing again at the counters and tugging his cowl over his face, heading back to the window. 

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Finally, after what seemed ages, Bruce sat down. So Wally took the pan right to the table and put it down while taking everything else from the grocery bag out as well. And he got a fork and a knife out for the both of them as well. Surely Bruce could handle eating out of a pan.

“Uh…yeah sure…My day. Like…there was work, of course. A car from a coworker broke down so I spent my break repairing that. Which had been tough. She had been there the entire time so I couldn’t really use my speed,” he explained carefully as he sat down and started to eat in between sentences. He left the pan alone however, so Bruce could eat a bit of it. “So that was my break. And when I thought I could take a few breaks here and there from work itself other people needed things. And one thing led to another so…yeah.”

He let it tapper off into that, since…yeah..he had helped people. But that was about it. Those details would probably bore Bruce and they had places to be.

Bruce continued to regard Wally, expression blank, and then reached for the fork, stabbing at some of the meat and greens, and biting over the fork before resting it back down, against the pan. 

Huh. Not bad, Bruce mused, as he chewed slowly and swallowed. And then looked back at Wally, an eyebrow raised. 

“You’re aware that you can say no. Even if, for some indecipherable reason you think The Flash is unable to, surely Wally West, a mere person, is entitled to refusing to expend all available energy on those around you.” Bruce recalls the times he’d read the reports on Central City, the numerous times he’d raised his eyebrow at the immense amount of work the speedster put in. 

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Wally felt the unnecessary urge to say ‘It IS’ bubble in his chest but refused to say it out loud. He wouldn’t stoop to some five-year-old behavior just because Bruce was employing weird tactics.

Which left them just..standing there. Until Bruce told him to it.

His eyes stared at Bruce and then his pan, before looking back at Bruce. “And you’re…what…standing there and watching me?” As if he didn’t already feel self-conscious about his eating habits. He had always thought it just looked like someone eating fast but having heard some of the other’s talk about him looking weird doing it… He preferred eating alone after that. Or at least unwatched. “Do you…want some? Sit down??” Wally cleared his throat, to dispel the strange air between them.

Bruce considered saying no, only because it seemed like the speedster needed the food, and Bruce rolled his eyes before straightening up and heading to go take a seat by the dining table. They should be heading back, and he supposed he could head back, now that he knew the other was fine.

Something kept him there, and Bruce attributed it to curiosity.  

“If there’s enough. I would like to hear about your day though, and exactly what it was that kept you from your other responsibilities.” Like the basic necessities of living, and of course, patrolling the Watchtower came second, but he figured Wally was aware of that. 

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A tiny, high pitched “What?” came from Wally when Bruce called him careless. He threw that in between the small pause before Bruce went on and on. As if Wally hadn’t had years of experience with his own metabolism.

Wasn’t it bad enough that his own guilt was as huge as himself!!

“You say it like I don’t know it,” he finally replied, nervous about the comeback. He totally deserved the lecture but…couldn’t it have been about him being late? Instead about his food intake? If there was one thing, he was an expert about, then it was food.

“Look, this is hardly the first time it happened. A day is fine.” It wasn’t. They kept using that stupid word. “I’ll just…eat now and….get it over with. And then go do my job.” His meal was barely anything compared to what he had missed but..it was a start.

Bruce blinked at that, and then didn’t respond, simply watching the other absently. Wally seemed upset, and it didn’t feel like it was for the right reasons - but who was Bruce to determine that, regardless?

“Right.” Bruce folded his arms over his chest, continuing to regard the speedster, and let the frustration fall from his expression, leaving it blank instead. “Fine. If you say so.” Bruce glanced at the frying pan, and the food scattered across the kitchen. 

“I’ll wait.” He might as well, since he was there already, and he still had questions. “Eat.”

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Waiting for people to answer was always tedious but this time it felt like torture. Not only was Bruce mad at him, and in his flat because of that, but also there was no reply. He was so done for. Hadn’t Bruce said it’s fine?? How was this fine?

Nothing was fine!

Straightening his posture, Wally looked at his pan and then at Bruce, before finally looking back and hastily taking the pan away, the food done and, on its way, to getting burned. He’d rather eat something that didn’t taste like coal. 

“I…yeah…I was…uhm…today has been really busy, like insanely busy for me.” As Wally. Not as Flash. Flash could handle this easily because he was allowed to use his speed. “And I ah…haven’t had the chance yet and thought…well…I figured I’d manage a quick meal before heading up. I know it’s stupid!” Wally immediately admitted, despite Bruce not having said anything. Wally might be rambling. 

“But I don’t know. I wanted to eat at home and maybe later at the Watchtower and I know I should have just..called…but I didn’t look at the time. I just knew I was late! I’m sure you’re sick of it already but…sorry,” he sighed at last and listlessly stirred in the pan, checking everything.

It seemed fine enough.

“Hn,” Bruce grunted, before moving to lean against one of the other counters. Bruce knew the speedster had a tendency to take on more than he could handle, but to this extent? What exactly was the other man thinking? Busy. 

“Careless,” Bruce added, after a moment, and then paused again, before saying, “You’ve gone all day without eating? Considering your metabolism, that’s not only careless, West. That’s what’s stupid, West.” It was irritation in his tone now, at the blatant disregard the speedster had for his own health. “It’s downright dangerous.”

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Bruce didn’t say anything and that was bad. That was the worst. That was the so-mad-I’m-only-glaring type of bad. Maybe he should just leave the League and stay in Central. That would save him the humiliation.

Groaning, he slapped his hand on his face and let it rest there. There was no excuse in the world good enough to get him out of this.

The tension in his back skyrocketed when he heard Bruce’s voice behind him. His only saving grace were his powers. Without them, he might have turned around and thrown whatever he would have gotten his hands on, the hot pan at worst. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly turned to Bruce, his pan sizzling away with rapidly darkening meat and vegetables. “I.uh…you’re…here and….it’s…not…well…I….it is?” Wally asked with a small voice, feeling like a kid being chided.

Bruce tugged off the cowl in a swift motion, so that the speedster could better see him frowning. Now that he could take in the other’s state, skin pallor, the other was paler than usual, a slight sheen coating the other’s skin - sweat? And the almost frantic energy that mixed into it all. 

Bruce ignored the other’s words, raking his gaze over the apartment, taking into account the state of the apartment. Messy, but he could hardly consider that an anomaly. He returned his gaze back to Wally as the scent of sizzling food reached his nose. 

“You’re late because you’re hungry?” And Bruce was unable to hide the skepticism in his tone. 

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“N..no, I didn’t! Yes I am!” He quickly answered as he ate a whole loaf of bread after that, hastily trying to get on with it while his stove was currently cooking the rest of his ingredients. “And I swear! I swear I’m almost done and then I will be there and remain for the rest of the evening. Night. Heck I will take the shift after that too!”

That day had just been a disaster after another. Not even in a bad way but in a very time-consuming way and suddenly he hadn’t had any time at all.

He focused on his stove, his back tense and his shoulders squared, unaware of the shadow outside his flat. “I’m sorry, don’t be too mad! I promise to make it up.” Wally added for good measure, because he felt the load of bread, already used up by his body, was clawing its way back up his throat. Then again, maybe he was just anxious enough at the moment.

From what he could see, it looked like the speedster was just...eating? And Bruce took in the way the other moved, stiffly, tensely. Eyebrows furrowed, Bruce used one of his tools to unlatch the window and silently pulling the glass to a side, before stepping in. 

He heard Clark’s chiding tone in his mind, and figured he’d done enough damage in terms of scaring the punctuality into the speedster. 

 He doesn’t bother with the communicator when he speaks now, his tone a little softer as he took in the other’s frantic movements. 

“It’s fine.”

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Alright. Okay. Bad enough that Bruce’s voice sent a shiver down Wally’s back, and not in an exciting ‘Batman did something awesome’ kind of way. “I…I am late!” He confirmed with a stern nod the other couldn’t see as he hastily put his groceries to the side to start making himself some food.

While also stuffing his face as fast as he could with the things that didn’t need to be cooked. “To be honest I don’t even…,” he stopped for a second and actually looked at the time and he went pale. 

“Bats!!!” He called in a high-pitched voice. “I’m not late I’m a disaster!!” He concluded once he saw how late it actually was. He was the worst. What kind of teammate did that to someone else? How could he? He should have just forgone food today. Surely, he could have braved Bruce’s disappointed look while stuffing his face at the Watchtower.

“I’m so sorry doesn’t even begin to describe it!”

Bruce locked the Batmobile, taking quick note of the fact that the other had still made no move to leave, reflected by the heat signature on the screen of his scanner. He let the ripple of irritation slide, hearing something in Wally’s voice that didn’t quite sound right - as though the other was still out of breath. 

“So you didn’t forget?” Bruce prompted, voice still dry, as he pulled up into the alley by Wally’s apartment. “To clarify, you’re aware that you were due up at the Watchtower approximately 58 minutes ago?”

Wally’s still breathing strangely, Bruce takes note, and the concern from earlier makes another entrance, nudging at him. Bruce uses the grappling hook and shoots it up to the respective window sill, smoothly pulling himself up the zipline before perching up on the sill to peer in through the window to better assess the situation. 

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He shouldn’t have been surprised. He really shouldn’t. But he still kind of, almost panicked when he only found a stale mini baguette in his kitchen. Sure, there was always the option of going up to the Watchtower but that would mean getting food up there while knowing that Bruce knew he was there and still hadn’t checked in. Never mind the fact when he checked in, only to zip away again to get some food.

Wally was probably already on thin ice by now.

So he cursed himself, grabbed his wallet and keys and left his flat again to go get some groceries. Just a few. Just to take the edge off of his hunger. And he would forever be grateful to note that basically no one was at the store at that time, which meant his checkout was relatively fast.

He grabbed his two paper bags and quickly jogged back home, making sure to go at a human speed to not draw attention to him. Just before he opened his door his neighbor showed up and made some small talk while Wally tried to, politely, end the entire thing.

By the time he finally got home again more time than he had wanted had passed. He was uncharacteristically sweaty, he didn’t sweat easily, kind of exhausted and still very hungry. And still so late.

Maybe he should bite the bullet and actually com Bruce. That would be the decent thing to do. He placed his groceries on the kitchen counter and nervously tapped the communicator he had on him. “Uh…Bats?”

Bruce kept an eye on Wally’s heat signature, frowning when he’d noticed the speedster leaving the apartment, but not to speed towards the Watchtower, but rather...going for some kind of walk? 

Bruce raised an eyebrow when it appeared that the other was doing some kind of grocery run. Had the speedster simply forgotten? Because that would be the only explanation... 

When the communicator beeped, Bruce was just entering Central City, and his eyes narrowed slightly at the other’s voice, sounding a little out of breath. 

He reached up and tapped the communicator, responding in an unamused, sharp tone, “You’re late.”

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Hippity Hoppity this blog is now Batman’s property

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Having the powers Wally had, it never really became a problem taking on multiple things. As the Flash that was. Flash liked to help everywhere. Civilians, his superhero friends, villains if they ever decided to ask. It was no problem.

But he might have bitten off more than he had wanted to as Wally. Which made him late. Like late late.

He didn’t even know what time it was. Only that he was late. Hopefully just fashionably late. But that ship had sailed. Wally knew that. Which meant someone would have his head. 

At least now he could finally change into his suit and head up to the Watchtower. Although…Wally looked at his ring and then at his kitchen. He was late. But he had also not really eaten enough today. Not yet anyway. Surely…well….late was late. Right? Frowning at himself, Wally moved into the kitchen to raid it for whatever edible things he had still in there, urging himself to go faster.

15 minutes passed, as Bruce programmed the security systems to autorun, and linking it to his communicator. He always did think it strange that Clark prioritized physical presence at the Watchtower, but the amount of times they’d been invaded justified the other’s concern. 

On the other hand, updating their security software, (which he had), in order to ensure a more preventative measure, had been a more reasonable response.

Regardless, curiosity as to what caused the speedster’s delay, and perhaps something akin to concern, had him pulling up a thermal map of Central City, narrowing in on the apartment of Wally West. 

Huh. He was home. Okay. After syncing the thermal information to his communicator gadget as well, Bruce got up from the desk and headed to the elevator. 

He could probably be there under 20 minutes. 

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Flash hadn’t arrived yet, Bruce mused absently, tapping the stylus against the tablet in his hands and glancing out the window from within the monitoring room. For a speedster, the other certainly had a tendency to be late quite a bit. 

Glancing at the monitors, Bruce realized that  he hadn’t seen the speedster around the Watchtower for a couple days now. Curiosity peaking, he glanced again at the tablet in his hands, showing that the speedster’s suit hadn’t been activated yet, and that the communicator was off. 

Okay, he’d give Flash another 10 minutes to get here, before taking matters into his own hands. 

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