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daisha-mochizuki · 3 months
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Link: Over Again (Chpt. 1)
summary: Seven years. Wally’s been trapped for seven years.
And now he’s back.
(Wally coming back from the Speed Force to find Artemis in a new relationship, and he seeks out Dick for comfort) Slowburn Birdflash with some angst on the side ^^
Wally gasped and shook as he was startled back into the real, or rather, normal world, the sudden and deafening cacophony of noises overstimulating his brain. He couldn’t see momentarily and it struck a chord in his heart, the searing light causing him to believe that maybe his time and torture in the Speed Force had finally come to an end and he could finally rest easy while awaiting Artemis…
“Wally! Wally, is it really you?!”
The ringing in his ears cleared for the time being, letting a strangely familiar voice shine through the darkness that shrouded his mind. His green eyes slowly blinked open, sniffling slightly from the watering in his eyes that the light had caused, and soon became aware of the fact that he was looking into another person’s bright blue eyes which had the depths of a thousand oceans. Wally shrunk back slightly and nearly tipped over onto the floor. The blue eyes were crying, and now that he was farther back, Wally could see the full face of the figure the blue eyes belonged to.
As he looked over the blue-eyed figure, Wally’s eyes widened and he realized; blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, toned build; how could he ever forget?
“B-… Barry?” Wally asked in a weak and tentative voice as his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and as he was slapped in the face with a recognition his breath began shaking. This could only mean two things: that he had died, and that Barry had died as well at some point and had come to greet him. Or…
He had been transported out of the Speed Force?
Barry laughed as tears dripped along his face, the tears a mix of grief and pure and utter joy. He nearly pounced on the boy and drew him into a tight embrace, his shoulders racking with sobs that could probably be heard through the walls of the house. Iris was out for the day, at work, and the twins were at school by now. Barry was alone, and Barry had been alone, all throughout his own mission to bring Wally back. The only person he had ever told was Bruce, and even then the details were vague, but he had needed Bruce to have the little machine built that could bring Wally back.
Wally sat in the embrace, shocked and still disoriented for a few seconds, but quickly returned the hug as his own green eyes welled up with years of unshed tears at the comfort and the human contact. He choked back a sob, his throat quivering with the noises that threatened to escape him. He clawed at Barry’s back as his emotions overwhelmed him, gripping onto Barry’s shirt in a desperate attempt to prove to himself that he wasn’t dreaming and that he was alive.
“Wally, you're okay. You’re back, you’re back, you’re safe,” Barry repeated through his tears as he started to rock Wally back and forth, treating the boy as if he was younger than his actual age at 28. Wally didn’t mind, though. He just wanted to enjoy the company and the affection after years and years of being alone.
Wally hiccuped in Barry’s arms, and he kept his face buried into the older man as he tried to breathe. Barry’s hand threaded through Wally’s knotted red slight-curls as he gently scratched at Wally’s scalp, trying to give the boy another sense or way of comfort. A familiarity of the feeling caused a thought to shoot through Wally’s mind, and he drew back from Barry slightly to look him in the eyes, his green eyes meeting Barry’s blue ones.
“A-Artemis…?” he garbled out, his tears and sobs slurring his speech.
Barry cringed slightly at the name, having slightly hoped that Wally wouldn’t bring up his old lover’s name. He sighed, cupping Wally’s face in his hands and gently ran his thumbs under Wally’s eyes to rhythmically wipe away the tear streaks as he spoke as calmly and softly as he could. “I really don’t know how to tell you this. I wish I didn’t have to tell you…”
Wally’s expression fell, and he sat there, almost limply, as he looked up at Barry with wide-eyed disbelief. “…dead?”
“No, no, she’s not dead, Wally. She’s just… moved on...” Barry’s face morphed into a pained expression, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “From… you.”
Dumbfounded. Wally was dumbfounded. He scoffed, acting as if he didn’t believe Barry, but deep, deep down in his gut, a little bubble of hurt and jealousy spurted up and began to form. “Please, we were practically inseparable. I’d need to see it with my own eyes.”
“Wally, you were gone for seven years,” Barry said firmly as he held Wally’s face. He hated that Wally was denying this, but he also understood it too. And he hated that even more. “I’ve been trying to get you back for seven years. I’m sorry, really, I truly am.”
The younger male grabbed at Barry’s hands and pulled them off of his face, trying to mask his hurt and panic behind a mask of anger. He glared at Barry, although the hurt was still mostly prominent in his eyes. “I don’t care. I still want to see her anyway. I don’t believe you.” Wally’s voice cracked terribly, cracking his facade slightly. He was never really that good at hiding his emotions from people. Not from the ones he loved.
Barry sighed gently as he knew that Wally wouldn’t take this information lying down and would try to get evidence, real evidence, not just someone’s words. He got up gingerly and walked into the kitchen, scrounging around for a few minutes in silence before he found a spare phone they had stored in case someone’s phone broke and they needed another. He brought it back out to Wally, and they both set up the phone.
Once set up, Barry took the phone and added a few contacts into it, telling everyone he added that this was one of his spare phones, leaving it up to Wally to decide when he wanted to tell people he was back.
“Of course, I’ll have to tell Iris, but everyone else you can set boundaries with and decide when they find out. I trust you, Wally.”
Both men stood up, Barry drawing the shorter into a tight hug for one last time for a few minutes before he ultimately had to let go in order to give the boy his freedom and free reign. Barry sniffled, trying hard not to burst into tears the second he let go of Wally. He nodded toward the door, as the man was unable to speak any words without breaking.
Wally attempted to give Barry a lopsided smile, but it was clear that it was forced. He shoved the gifted phone into his pocket, and then with a burst of his old speed, he zipped out the front door and to the location Barry had given him, setting out to find his love.
What. The. Fuck.
Why were there two cars in the driveway? Artemis didn’t have two cars.
Wally grumbled at the image before him, his hands clenched slightly into fists as he stood in front of Artemis’ driveway. He and Artemis, when they had been dating, had both agreed that they would only need one car because wherever they went they would always be with each other. And now she was here with two cars? Wally scoffed, feeling his lips twist into a frown as his heart plummeted. He took a deep, shaky breath, and then willed himself to go fast and make the world move slower around him. With that, he used this as a chance to see what was happening with Artemis without actually affecting anything.
He entered the house, time slowed around him, and started wandering around. He felt a small tugging at his heart, a terrible and maybe even slightly guilty feeling pooling into his gut, and by following his instincts, he strode into the living room.
The speedster slowly stepped into the room, his breaths quickening, and he looked around for any signs of Artemis. What he did see caused him to nearly collapse to his knees and caused tears to spring into his eyes.
“Artemis…” Wally whispered to himself, reaching out as if to touch Artemis’ face but winced and quickly drew his hand back.
Artemis’ features; her long blonde hair, her warm brown eyes, her soft and pale skin. He remembered it all, and yet it was so different. When had she changed? Had matured? Had gotten over him?
She sat next to a man. Another man. A man with short brown hair, dark green eyes, and clear tan skin. A man who had given Artemis a ring and she had taken it. A man who was nowhere near like Wally had been. And it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Wally fumed, tears pricking at the corners of his bright green eyes and a few slipped down his freckled pale skin. He clenched his fists, and his fingernails dug into his palms so hard they nearly drew blood. He bit at his lip and trembled as he stood. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t have he been a better boyfriend and had stayed for Artemis? Why did he have to be so slow?
Deep down, he knew he couldn’t stay any longer. He couldn’t stay both for his own sanity and because he would soon get caught by the woman of his now-shattered dreams and her new boy toy.
He zipped out of the house, time finally going back to normal for him as he stopped a few hundred miles away from Artemis’ house. He needed a place to go. He didn’t want to go back to Barry. He didn’t want to admit that Barry had been correct. He knew that he was, but he didn't want to face that fact just yet. Instead, he pulled out his new phone with a shaking hand and looked over the list of addresses Barry had typed out for him.
There.
That was where he would go. After a few quick rubs to his eyes, Wally set off down the streets in a full sprint, as fast as he could using the Speed Force, to the city of Blüdhaven, where he hoped an old friend would be home and not out on a mission.
He only hoped his friend could stay whelmed.
Wally zipped into the apartment that had been written down as his friend’s, stopping in the middle of the poorly decorated living room with his heavy pants being the only thing that filled the silence. He looked around desperately, hoping to find his best friend.
“Where are my souvenirs, Rob?!” Wally called out into the seemingly empty apartment, hoping upon hope that his friend was there.
There was a few seconds of frantic shuffling, a pained grunt, and very quickly a half-dressed Richard Grayson came nearly tripping into his living room. Dick wasn’t wearing a shirt, his sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist and mix-matched socks - both being varying heights - on his feet. The brush in Dick’s hand clattered to the ground as his gaze settled on the redhead that had appeared in his apartment. His long raven locks flopped in front of his bright cerulean blue eyes, which widened as he sucked in a sharp breath as if the air had been slammed out of his lungs.
“W-Walls…?” Dick gasped, his breath shaky and uneven as he panicked.
Wally attempted to smile, his hands sliding to the back of his head in a laid-back pose. “Uh, duh? Who else could it be!” Wally laughed, although that laugh died in his throat when he saw Dick start to break down into heavy sobs.
“I-it can’t be…” Dick cried, stumbling forward and reaching out toward Wally before quickly retracting his hands in fear of it being a hallucination.
Wally felt his own tears beginning to well up again at the sight of his best friend’s now tear-streaked face. He carefully stepped forward, cringing slightly as he watched Dick walk back in response to Wally’s advancing actions. Wally stopped and held out his arms to Dick.
“Rob… Dick… it’s me, I promise,” Wally whispered, his voice a quiet rasp in the almost silence of the apartment. “I promise.”
Dick reached out with a tentative, almost hesitant, hand as he kept from making direct eye contact with Wally. Their hands brushed, and Dick gasped softly as he saw that Wally didn’t disappear with a touch. Dick choked on his breath as he stepped forward and ran his hand along Wally’s face, through his hair, down his neck; anything to let him know that his closest friend was there in front of him.
When his hand didn’t phase through or cut through the man in front of him and he was touching his solid skin and features, Dick threw himself at Wally, sobbing so loud he could possibly lose his voice in the morning. Wally wrapped his arms around Dick as tight as he could and squeezed, breaking into sobs himself. The pair crumpled to the floor, years and years of grief and agony spilling out of both boys.
“Promise me you won’t ever leave me again…” Dick whispered in between choked sobs. He clung to Wally for dear life, his body trembling as it was racked with his heavy cries. Wally bit his lip as his body shook as well, although he tried to quiet his cries.
They would never be apart, Wally promised. This could be their chance to build anew.
This could be the time to start over again.
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arianna-creates · 9 months
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Seeing ghosts from your past, dead best friend angst
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Tfw you and your friend are in love with the same guy and she thinks its funny
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Timkon art ft Bart <3
Last pic is inspired by the fic Liminal Space by Calamityjim on AO3 (aka @calamityjimao3 ). In the fic, comic Tim gets stuck in the Young Justice TV series universe and is adopted by Bruce/the batfam bc he hates how Tim has been treated. It is very heartwarming and occasionaly sad AND is part of a series!! Lots of sweet interactions between Tim/jason and Tim/damian, worth the read 100%
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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year
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How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?
The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.
It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.
But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.
He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.
“What’s wrong, Chum?”
Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.
Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.
“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.
Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.
Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?
The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.
But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.
Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.
“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.
It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.
“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”
Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.
Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.
“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.
Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.
“Shit!”
“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.
“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”
Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”
Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”
His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.
Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”
Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?
“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.
“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.
He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.
Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.
His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.
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thinkingofausername · 7 months
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WHOEVER DREW THIS YOU'RE DONE WHEN I FIND YOU
SO HELP ME GOD I'LL GET VIOLENT (aka sob histerically)
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detectiveforfree · 1 year
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miiwiio · 10 months
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silly little sketchy comic I made . wallys outfit is the most annoying thing to draw ever I think . anyway YAY they're soooooooo <333
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avisisisis · 1 year
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Extremely painful idea of dick, Artemis, Barry, and Iris meeting Wally again only to be interrupted by Wally getting slammed in the knee by five year old Irey who is fighting with Jai and they are like “oh” and he’s like “yeah….oh.”
UGH MY HEART
They wouldn't be angry or anything, just. Upset over how much time they lost
Artemis completely understands Wally's choice to marry Linda. I mean, she's found a boyfriend herself, so she'd be kind of a hypocrite if she was upset bc of it
Dick is just. In shock. Those kids right there are the kids that could've called him uncle, had they been born in the other universe. Honestly I feel like he'd be pretty sad bc he was still holding onto that small hope that Wally would someday like him back (I'm sorry)
Barry and Iris are destroyed. That's their son right there and they didn't even get to watch his children grow up. They try to make up for lost time, but no matter how much they do, it doesn't erase all the time they spent apart from each other. Eventually they'd go back to normal but the angst potential of this is so big
Meanwhile Jai and Irey are just confused over who these strangers are. But they give them gifts so they're not complaining
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lovelystickymilkshake · 5 months
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So.
Could I ask for some help?
I'm thinking of writing a story based around birdflash and a Talon!Dick au, and I've got some descriptions, so please vote and tell me which one is the most appealing/entertaining/interesting :)!
Update: Holy shit, 84 votes?! Thank y'all so much :DD!
2 hours remaining, thank you for over 150 votes :).
WHOOP WE'RE DONE! THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO VOTED!
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6 years later...
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Young justice birdflash angst but make it tiny titans
Please forgive my lack of colours I literally only have a black pen 😭
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birdflash-fics · 1 year
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Every Fiber of My Being
by navpike
As much as Dick and his siblings have argued, Bruce has never budged on his "Keeping Secrets Policy". There's not a person alive outside of the family that knows the secret identity of any of the Bats. Not even Dick's boyfriend. Dick understands the need for some secrets, knows that keeping their identities safe keeps them and their loved ones safe, but when he takes up the cowl, team dynamics aren't the only things that begin to change.
Join the BirdFlash Discord Server!
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gatorsis · 1 year
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just so everyone knows, my goal when writing is to make you cry.
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dwellintodoodles · 2 months
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Let’s start this birdflash week 2024 with some angst, shall we? 
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thelextheluthor · 2 years
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Ok I have an idea for a DC vs vamps birdflash fic but it can go several ways and I don't know which one I want
Wally knows Dick's a vamp so he confronts Dick for the murder of his uncle and feels betrayed because u don't do that to a bro.
Wally doesn't know Dick's a vamp and he wants to find Dick after the his uncle died because Dick is probably the closest person alive to him.
This will also probably end in one of two ways
Dick is a "no exceptions" kinda guy and he ends up having to kill Wally
Dick is a "one exception" kinda guy and he keeps Wally alive (which leaves Wally with 2 choices, a. Rule the world w Dick or b. Hate Dick bcuz he killed his uncle)
I need opinions and will also take suggestions bcuz I'm stuck but ik I could make someone cry w this
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okaybutmakeitgayer · 2 years
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you’re gone, gone
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gone away
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I watched you disappear
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all that’s left
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is a ghost of you
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bandsanitizer · 21 days
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starwalker03 · 2 months
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Glad To Be Back
Day to of @birdflashweek 2024
featuring prompts: Vampire!Dick Grayson and "have we met before? I swear I know you."
Summary:
Dick Grayson is a vampire, a blight on the natural magics of the world. All vampires must be punished for their existence, and Dick's punishment comes in the form of Wally West. Wally is The Flash. He has also been a farmer, a scientist, a soldier, a gardener, a corpse. Reincarnation allows for so many possibilities. Slade is a wrench in the whole thing.
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