481A/N: First, in case anyone was worried, DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE.
Also, because so many people have been asking:
YES. I AM GOING TO STILL GIVE WALLY SUPERSPEED.
Come on, one does not simply write Wally West without superspeed! THAT IS PURE MADNESS.
However, that does not mean Wally is going to become a speedster BEFORE becoming a superhero. You'll just have to read to figure out what I mean.
Enjoy the chapter!
SONS OF WAYE
CHAPTER 20
"What?" Batman asked. He was tired - he spent the past two days tracking Poison Ivy and Mr. Freeze, who had teamed up out of nowhere. As if they thought it would be a good idea to mix plants and ice. Batman ended up having to restrain Ivy from killing Freeze for accidently freezing one little daffodil.
And so, he was tired. So tired, it took him a minute to get his bearings together, as he did not expect Wally and Dick to be in the Bat-Cave.
"He said," Dick said, taking over for Wally. He was still very short, but Batman noticed he was standing taller than usual. Both boys looked determined. "That we want to become your partners,"
The gears began to move again in Batman's mind, as he thought over the request. Partners? What on Earth do they mean by-
Cue the light switch.
"WHAT?"
Wally winced at Batman's shout. Then he shook it off. He and Dick had both figured out for themselves this was probably how Bruce was going to react.
"Do you not know how we mean partners?" Dick asked. "I mean, I guess we could say we want to be your sidekicks, but me and Wally both decided we don't really like that word,"
Wally rolled his eyes. He did anyway. Dick was just blissfully innocenct as usual.
Sidekicks?! The word sounded so strange in Batman's eyes.
Just the night before he had been discussing with Green Arrow how young Roy Harper kept whining about how Arrow was making him wait until he turned thirteen before getting into the crimefighting act.
And now his sons were asking the same thing. Batman's answer was almost automatic.
"NO,"
THE END
A/N: JUST KIDDING!
"No? Whattaya mean no?" Dick cried.
"I mean NO. And use proper grammer," Batman scolded. He walked past the boys, heading to his computer to put in the report about Ivy and Freeze...and dismiss this conversation as soon as possible.
"Dad!"
"At least hear us out,"
"No," Batman repeated, whipping around. "There is no chance I will allow either of you two to become my sidekicks,"
"Partners!"
"It doesn't matter," Batman said in a monotone. "This is the end of the discussion,"
"But Dad, we could do it!" Wally insisted. "Dick has all these moves from back at the circus, and he taught me and I'm almost as good as him!"
"Really, he is!" Dick agreed. "He actually won hide and seek last night!"
Wally allowed himself a moment to beam with pride. It was the first time it ever happened.
"And you could train us, so we'll be just as good as you!" Dick continued.
"Dick, Wally," Batman said. "Being a crime fighter is not fun and games. Espiecally in this city. You've seen people like Killer Croc, or Scarecrow, or Two-Face or Poison Ivy on the news,"
He didn't dare mention the Joker.
"Besides, you are too young," Batman pointed out.
"We may be young, but we know a lot of stuff!" Wally said.
"Remember the hide-and-seek Daddy," Dick said, waving his finger.
Batman sighed. "No. I'm not going to let you boys be my partners,"
"Well, if not now, then when? When we're older?" Wally asked.
"Never,"
Dick gasped. "Forever? That's too long!" he cried. "Can't you lower that number just a bit?" Wally pleaded, scrunching his fingers together to show "just a bit".
Batman gritted his teeth, beginning to lose his patience. "No,"
"But-"
"I said no,"
"Dad-"
"I said no,"
"Dad, if we-"
"NO,"
"Come on, you told use that Uncle Ollie wants to make Roy his partner, so why not-"
"DO YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND ME WHEN I SAY NO?"
Dick and Wally silenced immediately and looked at Bruce in utter shock. He had practically screamed those words, louder then they have ever heard him yell.
"DO EITHER OF YOU FORGET WHAT HAPPENED THREE MONTHS AGO?" Batman roared. "THIS KIND OF LIFE IS DANGEROUS! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE A PART OF IT! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"
"D-Dad-" Dick stuttered.
"NEITHER OF YOU CAN EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE DANGERS INVOLVED! GOTHAM IS FULL OF PSYCHOPATHS, PSYCHOPATHS I HAVE TO STOP! AND NOT JUST THE JOKER...AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF I LET YOU TWO HAVE TO FACE THAT! NEITHER OF YOU ARE EVEN TEN YEARS OLD YET!" Batman yelled. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CAN'T LOST YOU BOTH AGAIN!"
Wally shook slightly, and he grasped at Dick's arm. This was the first time Bruce had truly yelled at him. He was being loud and he looked so angry and...
It reminded him of his real father.
Wally blinked as his eyes began to tear up. He knew that Bruce was nothing like his father...but the yelling, just like all the yelling he had heard before.
Batman's eyes widened, as he could instantly see what his yelling had done to Wally.
"Shit," Batman whispered, horrified at himself. Slowly, he sank down onto one knee, and removed the cowl. Batman had dissapeared, and now Bruce was back.
"I'm sorry Wally," Bruce said sincerely. Wally looked like he wanted to take a step back, and he hugged himself, and a teardrop escaped down his cheek. Bruce's heart broke, and he repeated "I'm sorry,".
He gently reached out to Wally. The boy tensed for only a moment, and then he jumped forward and hugged Bruce.
"I'm sorry Wally," Bruce said, rubbing Wally's back. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled at you like that,"
"But," he continued, gripping Dick's hand and pulling him over as well. "I-I can't let you both do this. I remember what you both looked like, back in that cave...I don't want to ever see either of you like that again. I can't let you...I'm sorry that I might have overreacted though. Just the very thought of you boys in that kind of world...It pushed me over the edge, very fast, and I'm sorry,"
"Why do you do it?"
"What do you mean?" Bruce asked, confused at Dick's sudden change in the conversation.
"I mean why do you go out as Batman and fight bad guys?" Dick asked. His blue eyes stared directly into Bruce's own. He didn't look much like a six-year old then.
"I..." Bruce paused. "It's my duty,"
"Why?" Dick asked, tilting his head. "Why you?"
"Becuase-" Bruce stopped talking again. He knew the answer inside, but for some reason...he didn't want to say it. Not to Dick and Wally, not now. He didn't have to anyway. Dick did it for him.
"It's for Grandma and Grandpa, right?" Dick asked.
"Yes," Bruce answered. "Yes. I wanted," How could he fit this into terms a child would understand (even though Dick was acting way beyond his years at the moment). "I wanted to make Gotham City...and the world, a place where...a place where a child would never have to worry about losing his parents,"
"We want to do that too," Dick said in a quiet tone.
Wally, still sniffling a little but looking braver, let go of Bruce and looked at him too. "A bad guy made us lose our parents too, Dad,"
"You know we can do a lot of things," Dick added. "We're kinda not so good as others, I guess, but we could get better!"
"We don't like the world when it's scary," Wally said. "How can we not want to be able to make it better?"
"Plus, how much danger would we be in?" Dick gave Bruce a cheeky smile. "Our Dad is the goshdarn Batman!"
"Dick!" Bruce said in surprise.
"Roy," Wally put in, as an explanation.
Why do I let Harper hang out with them? Bruce wondered to himself.
Dick and Wally kept looking at Bruce, their eyes filled with hope and expectation. But now that he was really looking, he could see something else. He saw boys who, although they were very young, had to deal with a lot. Dick had watched his parents die before his eyes, just like Bruce. Wally had too, only he had to go through it twice, as the first time his real mother and father laid a hand on him, they might as well have died to him. He saw boys who had seen all these horrible things, yet they still found life worth living. Even more, Bruce began to see a new kind of look in the eyes of his two sons: A look that said they saw the unfair parts of life, and they also wanted to stop them. They wanted to use the skills they had to protect people, and make the mission, the mission of bringing all those who cause innocent people to suffer to justice, a success.
He recognized it. He had seen it once, when he was a boy...in the mirror.
"You're still too young," Bruce finally said. Dick and Wally both visibly slumped in dejection. "If you two are really going to be my partners...it won't be now,"
Just like that, both boys were standing up straight and looking like they had just won the lottery.
"But listen closely," Bruce said before they could respond. "I have rules, and you both better listen up,"
The boys nodded, and Bruce took a deep breath. What am I doing?
Instead of answering himself, Bruce opened his eyes and directed his voice to Dick and Wally. "First, neither of you can question when you will actually begin crime fighting. It will be MY decision, and I will only decide when I am sure you are ready. That may be a few years, are you boys prepared to wait that long?"
Dick and Wally both nodded excitedly.
"Secondly, you're right - both of you need to be trained. In combat, and in using weapons. I am not going to be soft in training boys. I'm going to push you, because if I don't neither of you will be able to reach your full potential. You are also going to be trained in computer technology, and I expect you both to be constantly studying on all the people one might encounter - heroes, enemies, even people who are just civilians, but might be equally dangerous. It will be a lot of work, and it will be hard. Are you both prepared for that?"
Two more even more excited nods.
"Thirdly, I will not allow you two into the field if I can't be certain you both will be able to keep your secret identities a secret. Also, if you two do end up taking up costumes and names of your own and work alongside me, there is one thing that is very important. I will more likely then not be nice as Batman. If you're unable to handle that-" Here Bruce looked at Wally espiecally. "-Then it will be over. Understand?"
If they're heads moved with more excitement, they would fall off.
Bruce sighed. It looked like Dick and Wally really wanted this. "Fine. But remember - I decide when you're ready,"
Two weeks
Wally winced as he tripped yet again in the obstacle course that Bruce had set up for them.
"Again Wally!"
Wally nodded, and he stood up and ran to the beginning.
"Slowpoke!" Dick called as he continued through ahead of his brother, ducking under bars and leaping over a pit dug into the floor.
Suddenly, a bar came swinging at him out of nowhere. It knocked Dick in the stomach, and he fell with an "OOF!" to the ground.
Batman leaned over him with a look Dick had begun to call the "Bat-Glare", which was apparently a popular term. "Gloating has no place in training. You are here to improve, not show one another up,"
Dick nodded. "Right!" he said. Without being told, Dick ran back to the beginning of the obstacle course.
Batman mused over the boys for a moment. It may have only been two weeks, but the boys seemed determined. Their previous skills from performing at Haley's were actually proving to be of use.
But they were nowhere near ready. Still, their determination was not wavering, and for that Batman was actually a bit proud.
1 month
Batman watched as Dick and Wally sparred in the center of the Bat-Cave. Their fighting was sloppy, and mostly childish hitting.
He eventually stopped them and made them rest for a few minutes. Then he made them go again, while giving out orders on how to stand, how to dodge, how their bodies should move and what kind of moves they had to use on their opponent.
He wasn't very surprised when Dick managed to defeat Wally, who moaned in defeat.
1 month and three weeks
"Master Bruce," Alfred said, putting his tea into Bruce's lap without another word.
Bruce sighed. "Alfred, when are you going to end this silent treatment?" he asked.
"When you inform me as to what on God's good earth possessed you to allow them to do this?" Alfred snapped. Bruce leaned back, shocked.
Alfred quickly composed himself. "Forgive me sir, that was uncalled for," he said apologetically.
"It's alright Alfred," Bruce smiled. "You more then anyone have the right to a few fits having to put up with us all the time,"
Alfred sighed. "Master Bruce, I know this was what the boys wanted...but aren't you concerned? I've seen them - they're not good yet, but they show that they will be - and sooner then you expected them. You are concerned, yes Bruce?"
Bruce took a sip of his tea. "Absolutely terrified, Alfred,"
5 months
"Poison Ivy, aka Pamela Isley, a former world renowed botanist who was infected by a concoction of toxins and poisons by her mentor Dr. Jason Woodrue. The injection gave her a physically changed appearance and the ability to control plants, as well as a fatal toxin released through her lips,"
"Jervis Tetch, aka the Mad Hatter, a man born into a wealthy family who has an unhealthy obsession with hats and the book Alice In Wonderland, to the point where he began using these themes in his crimes...that's wierd,"
"Dick,"
"Sorry!"
"Jonathan Crane, aka Scarecrow, a professer at the University of New York and a psychologist who specialized in fear, who also...um..."
"Go study Wally,"
"Dad, I remember, I just lost focus!"
"Lose focus in the suit, and that could be the last thing you lose focus on. Go. Study,"
"Okay,"
As Dick began explaining the origins and powers of the Ventriloquist, Bruce looked over at Wally at the other table. Wally had never been one for doing his homework. He usually had Dick help him through most of it to keep his good grades at Gotham University.
But Bruce saw that Wally's full attention was on the notes and files he had given them for the villains. He was studying harder then ever.
"Alright, let's move on to the members of the Justice League,"
"Dad, why do you have an idea to beat every one of them?"
"Another lesson - always be prepared on the off chance a superpowered do gooder goes nuts,"
9 months
On his first and second try, it took Dick about 4 hours to hack into the computer in the Bat-Cave. On his third, fourth, and fifth tries it took him about 2 hours. On his eighth try, Bruce heard Dick's shout of joy as he successfully managed to hack the computer in less then 10 minutes.
Not bad for a soon-to-be seven year old.
11 months
Batman watched as Wally and Dick took on the medium-level FightBot he was using as their target. It had been designed by StarLabs as a practice piece for the JLA's own training sessions. Batman, of course, was able to secure some smaller versions.
The FightBot was incapitated in around 25 minutes.
"Again,"
The next FightBot was destroyed after about 15 minutes.
"Again,"
Two FightBots came out, but the boys managed to work together and quickly defeat it in about 10 minutes.
"If you're facing large numbers of enemies, you need to be able to take them out fast, or be overwhelmed," Batman said. He pressed a button, and eight FightBots appeared.
The fight took 15 minutes, but Batman allowed it as the boys managed to take out all eight of the robots in that amount of time.
1 year
"HIYA!" Wally cried as he slammed his head into the wooden board stacked on the rocks. It broke in half.
He held it up proudly to Bruce. "I've always wanted to try that!"
1 year and 1 week
Batman walked through the BatCave, listening at every part of the cave.
A shuffle.
Batman turned an tossed a Batarang. It exploded in a giant burst of water.
"Pfft!" Wally sputtered, his hair soaked as he appeared in view.
"You're stealth skills are lacking Wally," Batman informed him in his dark voice. "Again,"
Wally nodded, dissapearing from view.
Dick seemed to have mastered the art of the vanishing act long ago. It was Wally who needed help.
But he was improving.
1 year and 1 month
"Selina Kyle, a-Hey, Dad, why are you blushing?"
"Be quiet and keep going Dick,"
1 year and 2 months
"Where on Earth did you get that bruise?!" Dick's teacher, Mrs. Kamiya, demanded.
"Oh, me and my brother Wally were wrestling," the first grader replied.
"Wrestling? Oh, boys, I'll never understand them!" Mrs. Kamiya walked off. "How I survived growing up with Tai is a mystery..."
Dick didn't understand her muttering, but he looked down at himself. He remembered Bruce's lecture on keeping appearances in his civilian identity. He should probably wear different clothes...the bruises he got from a hard knock to the ground sparring with Wally was pretty visible.
He was sure it would be soon. He was absolutely sure of it.
1 year and 3 months
"Had you thrown that batarang in a fight, you very well could've caused senseless damage to property, or possibly injured or worse to a civilian or your own partner," Batman scolded.
Wally stood his ground though. He nodded, lowering his head a little out of shame.
"Try again," Batman said. Wally caught that his voice lowered just a tiny bit. He grinned. "Thought you weren't gonna go soft on us, Bats?"
"Why you insist on that infernal nickname..." Batman muttered.
Wally grinned again, and he kept grinning as he did another leap and took aim with his batarang.
No way he wasn't going to do this right!
Batman watched Wally continue to practice. Any chance I had of them giving up is gone now, isn't it?
1 year and 4 months
Dick had become quite fond of a retractable bo staff, and sooner then later he began to use it as part of his fighting. Bruce took it away from him...and replaced it with a smaller version that would better fit his seven year old frame.
"When you're bigger," Bruce said, putting the larger bo staff on a shelf.
Wally, meanwhile, had become similarly fond of a pair of real live nunchucks.
"I'm a real Bat-Ninja!" Wally shouted, doing flips and kicks as he spun his nunchucks.
To Bruce's shock, Wally actually was quite good at using them. This was proven when he took out three FightBots with them that day.
1 year and 5 months
"What do you think our names should be?"
"I don't know," Dick pondered, tapping his crayon against his lips. It was a Monday, but they had school off even though Bruce still had to go to work. The brothers were discussing vitally important matters in the library, drawing in front of the warm fire. "Batkid?"
"But what would the other one be called?" Wally asked.
"Not Batkid," Dick agreed. He looked down at his crayon design.
Wally looked at it as well, and his eyes widened. "Dickie, isn't that...you know?"
Dick nodded. "I thought it would be cool to use their colors," he said, smiling very proudly at his creation.
"Hey, didn't Mary used to call you...what was it?" Wally snapped his fingers in thought (he had seen Bruce do it, so naturally the nine year old had copied him at the earliest oppurtunity).
"Robin," Dick said quietly. He smiled at the memory of Mary Grayson's kind face, and beautiful smile.
Wally smiled too. He remembered the same thing. "Well, then don't be a Bat - be a bird!"
The redhead picked up Dick's drawing and taped it to Dick's chest. "Robin!"
Dick looked down at the picture, and grinned. "Yeah...Robin. I like it! Well, since we're brothers you need to be a bird too!"
"You're right," Wally sat back and began thinking. "Well...my favorite bird is the falcon,"
"Why?" Dick asked.
"It's the fastest bird ever!"
Dick frowned. He had the strangest feeling of foreshadowing in his brain, but he just couldn't figure out why.
"Robin and Falcon..." Dick rolled the names on his tongue. He acted like he was chewing on the names, which made Wally giggle. Both brothers smiled. "Awesome!" they cried together. Wally dropped onto his stomach and began drawing and babbling about what his costume would look like, and Dick added in commentary (and cheeky jabs) while he worked.
Outside the door, Bruce - who had come home early to surprise them - couldn't help but smile.
1 year and 6 months
"Their combat skills have improved tremendously. They know your villains just as well as you do. They are good with their weapons, they're becoming better at stealth, and the young one has become quite the hacker...it's soon, isn't it Master Bruce?"
"Not yet Alfred...but yes,"
1 year and 7 months
"Go,"
"Kryptonite,"
"Use her lasso against her,"
"Gravity ray,"
"The color yellow,"
"Pushing to the point of exhaustion or negative Nth-metal,"
"Dry air,"
"Fire,"
"A virus in his system,"
"A good punch to the head and some strong chains,"
"Voice silencer or power destabilizer,"
"Tear his suit and place in a containment field,"
"What was Zatara's weakness again?"
"The Justice League would be so pleased at what you're teaching your sons, Master Bruce," Alfred commented cooly as he and the other three ate lunch in the garden.
"Give me my fries, Dick!"
"No!"
"Boys, pay attention!"
"Master Bruce, eat your vegetables,"
"ALFRED!"
1 year and 8 months
"Hey, Roy, you're almost thirteen," Ollie commented while he and Roy watched a football game. "You wanna train or something?"
"Nah, I'm good,"
"Me too!"
1 year and 9 months
"Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm an old friend, and I need to-"
"All visitors to Miss Mode must have an-OW!"
"Go, get out, go check the electric fence or something! What is it, who are you, what do you want?...Bruce? My God, you have gotten fat,"
"Hello to you too Edna,"
"Come in, come come! What a delightful surprise, even if it's clearly not business,"
"I need you to make these, Kevlar,"
"Hmm, taking your boys into the business Bruce? How revolutionary...oh, my goodness, capes?"
"The boys are pretty adamant about the capes Edna,"
"Did you tell them about-"
"Thunderhead, Stratogirl, and all the rest? Yes,"
"Hmm...fine. It will be better then those stupid supermodels. Supermodels, ha! Theirs-"
"Nothing super about them, I know Edna,"
"You're no fun anymore you know that Bruce?"
1 year and 10 months
"You're hair,"
Wally stopped his training and looked up at Batman. "Huh?"
"You're hair will be a problem," Batman said, walking up and putting his hand on top of Wally's head. As he continued to speak, Wally rolled his head and eyes back upward to try and see just what he was doing.
"Uh, Bats-"
"It is common knowledge that you are my adopted son," Batman said. "And that you have dark red hair. This may make you more easily recognizable in your costumed identity,"
"Oh," Wally said, scrunching up his face in thought. "What do I do?"
Batman held up what looked like an aerosal can. "I created this with the Justice League technology," he said.
He held Wally's head in place and sprayed his hair with a quick spurt. Then he led the boy over to a mirror near the Bat-Computer. Wally's eyes widened - his once red hair was now as dark a black as Dick's untamed hair.
"YOU TURNED MY HAIR BLACK!" Wally cried in absolute terror.
"No," Batman responded. "A second spray will change your hair color back to it's original color. Also, if you insist on wearing your costume like that, you will also need to wear contacts to change your eye color,"
"Why did you make it?" Wally asked.
"You must take all necessary precuations to ensure your identity remains a secret identity,"
"...How long did it take?"
"Just a month,"
"What did you use?"
"You want me to show you?"
"YES YES YES YES YES!"
1 year and 11 months
The boys were in their costumes for the first time. Batman stood at his usual spot in the Bat Cave.
"Go,"
They ran, eyes on the obstacle course in front of them. It had grown gradually more difficult over the years. They knew in their heads what they had to do. They jumped, grabbing onto the bars. They flipped, and landed on the bars. One of them slipped just a bit, but they finished the course.
"Again,"
The boys obeyed, repeating the course. They weren't as fast as the first time.
"Again,"
"Again,"
"Again,"
"Again,"
The two boys continued to do the course over and over. They were sweating, and they could feel tired. But they refused to give up. They hadn't given up at all since they first began training. They hadn't questioned. The two boys only dreamed. They dreamed of when they would finally be ready. When they could join the Dark Knight as defenders of Gotham City.
They would not give up.
Once again, the two boys finished the course, holding themselves at the ready in case they needed to do it again.
"...Good," Batman said.
The two boys collapsed, both breathing sighs of relief. Batman walked to them and handed them bottles of water.
"You don't think this can be considered child abuse, can you?" Wally joked.
Batman smirked. Without answering, he walked off.
"Dad?" Dick asked, sitting up.
"Rest up," Batman stopped. He looked back at them. "You're joining me on patrol tomorrow,"
He didn't see, but the eight year old and the ten year old must've been very excited.
1 year, 11 months, and 1 hour
"Why is there a picture of Talia al Ghul, daughter of-Dad, are you blushing again?"
"Quiet!"
2 years
Today is the day
"Hurry! We're on a deadline here!" a thug in a black coat yelled.
"You sure we should be doing this on Gotham turf?" another man asked, carrying a large box.
"Where else? The Penguin only operates in Gotham," the thug replied, rolling his eyes.
"You sure we want to get involved with Penguin? I hear he's got some sort of turf war going on with Two-Face," the other man said.
"So?"
"And plus there's the Batman - the damn Batman man!"
"Do you ever stop whining? Let's just get this stuff packed up and get out of-"
A circular object suddenly whipped past his ear. It flew towards the truck, where it suddenly exploded.
"AH!" several of the men began shouting.
"I told you!" the man talking to the head thug cried. He tried to run off, but another object flew threw the air. It connected against his ankles, and suddenly the man fell over with his legs tied up.
"What the-" the head thug looked up.
Sure enough, the Dark Knight stood there, black cape and all over the men.
But there were two others with him.
One was a short boy. He had dark black hair, and he was wearing a domino mask on his face to cover his eyes. Around his neck he wore the collar of a cape - the outside dark black, with the sides lined in yellow that matched the color of the inside of the cape. He was sleeveless except for long black gloves on his hands that went past his wrists. His shirt was dark red, with a black line running down the center with little yellow squares on the line. Over his heart was a yellow "R" inside a black circle. He wore a yellow utility belt just like Batman's, and his pants were black, with black boots. In his hands he wielded a two-foot long grey staff.
The other boy was a little taller then him. He also had black hair, but instead of a domino mask he wore a black mask with red lightning-bolt shaped patterns lining it, and one could see dark blue eyes through the holes in the mask. He wore a collar of fabric on his neck, with the same red lightning bolt pattern, and two red shoulderblades. His cape extended from it, black on the outside with red lining the side and on the inside of the cape. His torso and arms were covered by a dark grey shirt. He wore black gloves with the red lightning bolt lining. In the center of his chest was a red circle, and inside the circle was a yellow design of a falcon. He wore a red utility belt on his waist, and black pants and boots, but the boots had the same red lightning bolt as the other parts of his outfit. In each of his hands he held a pair of threatening looking nunchucks.
"Men," Batman spoke, shocking everyone. "Meet Robin and Falcon,"
"Hi," the two boys greeted with a wave, before leaping into the alley and proceeding to kick serious butt.
Batman jumped down with him and gave the head thug a punch to the face.
Behind him, Robin and Falcon couldn't stop smiling.
A/N: Oh wow this took so long. My mind needs to recover.
Hope the Falcon costume matched your description Lillianna Rider!
And also, WALLY HAS NUNCHUCKS.
WALLY. HAS. NUNCHUCKS.
I believe I have raised the awesomeness level by at least one thousand.
Anyway, hope you guys liked it! Next chapter will be here soon, I promise!