Chapter Four: You're Blushing, Wally!

Did Raptor just call him "cute?"

Wally didn't know what to say. So instead, he stuttered.

"U-uh.. w-wha..?"

The boy in front of him smirked, placing a hand against the wall by the speedster's shoulder.

Wally froze. 'Please please please HELP!' He mentally begged.

There was a long pause, and Raptor laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Wally whined, his face flushing red with embarrassment.

"Oh, please. You didn't take that seriously now, did you?" Raptor said, giggling.

"I-I... uh..."

"You're blushing, Wally," Raptor pointed out, smiling. That caused the speedster' freckled face to redden even more, and he avoided eye contact with the younger boy.

As Raptor sat up, his hand brushed Wally's shoulder. The speedster scrambled away like an idiot, and sprinted away as fast as he could, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

"Man," Raptor said to himself, "that guy is kind of lame."

---

For the rest of the day, the team didn't bother him. It seemed as if they had given up.

Dick was now back in his apartment, flipping through channels (again), slumped in the sofa chair. It was hard to see what was on the television screen, considering a new crack had recently been added to it. Not only that, but after returning to his apartment after the "ordeal" he had lost all power in the room and needed to resort to candles.

And the best part?

The lighter wouldn't even work!

He groaned. Is this what his shitty life had come to?

Through the window blinds, he could see that the sun was setting and the room was becoming dimmer.

He didn't have electricity now... or clean running water.

"I need a new freaking apartment. This is bullshit..." he mumbled under his breath, standing up from his spot on the sofa.

Yeah, his life sucked. But at least he still had three more leftover pizza rolls. All he had to do was put them in the microwave to reheat them.

Dick strode over to the kitchen, which wasn't far away considering his apartment was small and shabby. He grabbed the plate of pizza rolls, putting them in the microwave.

He pushed a few buttons on the pad.

Nothing.

Right... no electricity now.

He cursed, and angrily punched the microwave, leaving a fist sized crater in it.

Dick had an idea in his mind that he really wish he hadn't thought of. Why did he think of it anyways?

"I'm not doing that!" He told himself, crossing his arms.

"Man I need to stop talking to myself..."

Sighing, he grabbed a jacket and made his way out of the apartment.

---

Wally was chilling in his room, trying to focus on his history homework-- but it was kind of hard.

After his encounter with Raptor, he sprinted back to the team as quickly as possible. He concluded that Raptor had gotten away and he was nowhere to be seen.

Thankfully, the team bought it, saving him the embarrassment.

It was dark out, and Wally was starting to get tired. But he had this stupid history project due tomorrow and couldn't slack...

"Ugh! I don't care about this stuff!" He whined, flicking his pencil across the room.

Wally leaned back on his bed and pouted.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a small knock outside of his window...

It was as if... something was climbing the house?

Realization hit him, and he panicked. What if it was a murderer? Or a scary animal? What if it was Bigfoot!

Wally fought the urge to scream, considering both his parents were asleep. If he woke them up he'd be in big trouble. The speedster slowly got off his bed as quiet as possible, and inched towards the window.

He pulled back the curtains slowly, revealing the night sky.

Nothing was there.

He unlocked the window and stuck his head out just to be sure.

Again, nothing.

Wally told himself that it was just his imagination, and he was glad he didn't wake his parents up. He began to close the window, but stopped in his tracks when he heard a very familiar voice.

"Howdy!"

"AH!"

Wally instantly covered his mouth after he yelled, hoping his parents wouldn't wake up. They weren't light sleepers, luckily...

However the speedster was baffled to see Raptor, his head now propped up on the window sill. He didn't have a mask on, revealing his dark blue eyes-- he had a stupid grin on his face, and Wally thought he could've died right then and there.

This kid was fucking crazy.

"What the hell do you want?!" Wally cursed, trying to shut the window, but to no avail.

"Ouch! That hurts my head, dufus!" Raptor said irritably, pushing the window back up. "Let me in," he added.

Wally decided that it was either that, or death. So he gave up, and pulled Raptor inside his room.

The boy stood, glancing around the room with curiosity. "Wow," he snickered. "This place looks like dog shit."

"That's funny coming from you... your apartment looked like it was hit by a bunch of tornados!" Wally defended. "So what do you want?"

"Hmm... right," the boy replied. "First of all, you owe me. Second of all, you kinda threw me under the bus. So now you double owe me..."

The speedster groaned. "What happens if I don't do what you want?"

There was a pause, and Raptor stepped closer to him.

"I'll just kill you, you pathetic loser. I don't care if you have super speed. I'll find a way."

Wally's face went blank.

"After all," Raptor continued. "I am the person that will kill Batman."

"You're an egotistical little shit... but whatever. I guess you can stay. But you're sleeping on the floor!" Wally said rudely, grabbing a pillow and throwing it on the carpet. "And don't let my parents find you!"

"Okay, okay."

"Also, you're only staying here for tonight."

"Two nights."

"One."

Raptor grabbed a knife from his pocket quickly and held it to Wally's neck.

"Three," he said.

"Okay! Fine! You win!" The redhead babbled, putting up his hands in surrender.

"And I get the bed," Raptor added.

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It felt like deja vu, as Wally lay down on the filthy carpet. There were still empty potato chip bags and small pieces of trash that he didn't even know the source of.

Raptor was sleeping in his bed, snoozing away. Surprisingly enough he looked less scary...

"Psst... Raptor?" Wally said, trying to figure out if the boy was asleep, or just faking it.

"What?"

"How'd you even get here?"

"Zeta tubes. I hacked them."

The redhead cringed. Of course he did! What couldn't that little brat do?

He needed to talk to the league about this. If Raptor couldn't hack the zeta tubes, then he wouldn't need to give him a place to stay.

Wally smiled. He was so smart! There was no way Raptor could get away with this!

The speedster was going to ask how Raptor found where he lived in the first place, but decided against it. He was slightly scared to know Raptor's stalkerish motives.

"Uhh... night?" Wally said awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

There was no reply.

"Didn't even get a thank you..." Wally mumbled.

"Thanks, Banana."

To be continued...

A/N: I'm just kinda writing this story whenever I feel like it, so don't expect regular updates lmao. Also kinda lost track of this story, so just expect a random ass plot and some birdflash shit along the way.