Wally West || Best friend’s Sister. · Y/n story by @suzybatz

The thing about being the youngest Wayne is that you learn to recognize the exact moment a room's attention shifts onto you. Y/N felt it the second she stepped through the back door of Wayne Manor, still tugging off her jacket, hair slightly damp from the Gotham drizzle.

Wally West

grinning from the doorway to the hall Took you long enough.

He had that look. The one that said he'd been waiting for her. Not just because he was bored, not because Dick dragged him over, but because he'd been counting the minutes. It was subtle. It was always subtle. But Y/N had learned to notice.

Jason Todd

without looking up He's been standing there since 4:30.

Wally West

I have not.

Jason Todd

You checked your phone six times and asked Alfred when she'd be home. Twice.

Wally West

That's called being polite.

Jason turned a page with deliberate slowness, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Jason Todd

Sure it is.

The tension hung in the air for a beat, comfortable and familiar, like an inside joke only half the room understood. Then Wally pushed off the doorway and crossed the floor, closing the distance with that easy, effortless speed—not super speed, just Wally speed—until he was standing close enough that Y/N could smell rain on his jacket.

Wally West

softer now, just for her You okay?

It was such a simple question. But the way he asked it—like he actually wanted the truth, like he'd know if she lied—was exactly why they were both in so much trouble.