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Dick stared at his best friend, the teenager was stuck in the panic room. Twisting, turning, near vomiting at a pace faster than sound itself. Barry was pacing around the observation room; this was his family, how could he be so stupid. Wally convulsed in pain before a CRACK was heard. The speedster screamed in pain. Barry was ready to move to his nephew’s side but Bruce was standing steadily at the door.
“Out of the way Bruce, I need to help him.”
Bruce sighed removing his cowl, “there is no helping him whilst he is in this state; all that will happen if you go in there is you’ll get bit!”
“He’s my nephew!”
“So he’ll feel even more guilty if he bites you. Sit down where you’re safe. The walls are padded anyways. He’s not going to hurt himself and we’ll get Megan in to make sure he’s okay.”
Dick watched through the monitor intensely, Wally had properly changed into a wolf now. The large animal built up his ginger fur growling at the padded wall the creature started sprinting towards it, slower than he could ever in human form. No speed force?
Before Dick could realistically blink Barry had ran into the safe room towards the werewolf. It ran at him ferociously however it could not keep up with his uncles speed.
“Wally, you’re safe to we’ll get Zatana to come over and check you out.”
The wolf simply growled not understanding the words coming from his uncles mouth. Would a mind reader even be effective.
“He needs some stimulation, look he’s even looking for entertainment.”
“Dick, go put your civilian clothing on and run to the pet store with Connor.”
“Can’t you do it? You have superspeed.”
“No I’m staying here.”
Dick started knocking on his friends door loudly. His tired looking friend opened the door, he yawned loudly as he stared at the other superhero.
“What do you want, it’s 10 o clock dude.”
“Come on we need to go to the store I’ll drive!”
“Why?”
“Please I’ll explain on the way.”
“Fine.” He yawned loudly.
The pair walked over to the 19 year olds Audi, it was best for driving through the small town near the mountain. Connor turned the radio up to some charts show. Turning to his friend he leaned back.
“So why are you dragging me to a pet store at 10PM.”
“Wally’s been bitten by a werewolf we thought nothing of it but he kind of insisted on going into the panic room. Flash forward to 9 O clock and suddenly he’s changing into a big wolf and in a tonne of pain. Now he’s just bored.”
“What.”
Dick stared to the window concerned for his friends wellbeing. “Wally is a werewolf and I’m really worried about him.”
Connor facepalmed then sighed, werewolves exist? It wasn’t the most absurd thing in the world after all he was a half alien clone of the man of steel and an evil billionaire. But Jesus Christ werewolves. Does Wally still have superspeed as a werewolf?
The pair arrived at the pet store. What do you even get a werewolf? They didn’t know his intelligence in wolf form never mind anything else. He guessed the safe bet would be things to chew on. And maybe some things for him to run around with.
They returned to the car with a few bags of stuff, Connor was falling asleep in the passenger side by the time Dick reached the car. The guy must have been sleepy. The ride back to the mountains was even longer then the ride to the store. Bumpy roads made it difficult to traverse the terrain back to the parking garage. Come on. Hurry up.
After arriving at the mountain Dick practically threw the bags at flash before slumping over into one of the warm chairs Bruce had provided. Wally had already gotten to the toys and Dick couldn’t keep his eyes open.
The morning arrived swiftly, Dick must have fallen asleep during that time as Wally was no longer in the panic room and was instead sitting on the computer. He looked different... like the kind of different where it it doesn’t make itself immediately obvious. Wally had a thick ginger beard on his chin which he continuously scratched whilst searching on the computer. His nails were also quite long and slightly yellowed, and he seemed slightly broader than when he first walked into the panic room.
“Hey,” he spoke in a low raspy voice. “Sorry my body’s not used to the fluidity of changing yet. I don’t know when it will be.”
“Slow down,” Dick calmly spoke. “So you’re a werewolf. Do you know if it’s permanent or not.”
“Bruce thinks it is permanent he’s doing some tests now but as long as everyone’s okay with me I’m probably going to stay like this if the cure is difficult or risky.”
Wally smiled, he was still the same guy as before the bite. He was just tired and dealing with the aftermath of breaking all 206 bones at once twice in one night. Surprisingly, Wally had caught onto the other mans fear. Like some sort of dog his eyes softened innocently, he walked over to his friend and kneeled in front of him. Dick noted this behavioural change in his head.
“I’m still the same Wally I always have been. I can’t promise that we’ll ever go back to drive through movies on a full moon. But I can promise that I am the same guy I always have been. I’m just in a bit of pain and can’t be bothered to shower yet.”
“I know I’m just worried about you. You were in a lot of pain last night.”
“Oh was I?”
“Yeah. You were screaming and crying. It was pretty scary.”
“Well I’m fine now. I think I’m going to be honest I can’t remember much about last night. I think I can remember snippets at most.”
Bart sprinted into the room slamming the door behind him. Unsurprisingly Wally flinched away from the noise. Bart was practically vibrating he couldn’t sit still, the teen was about to ask a question the pair of young adults could tell. They mentally prepared themselves for whatever stupidity that was about to come out of the younger man’s question.
“Wally is it true you’re a werewolf?”
“Yeah now please can you stop shouting.”
“Sorry...” Bart paused. “So werewolves can still have superspeed.”
“Right now I do. But I don’t know about in wolf form, yet. Why?”
“Just wondering.”
Bart sprinted back out of the room this time forgetting to close the door on his way out. Wally sped over to close it glad he hadn’t lost his powers.
“What do you think that was about?”
“Some sort of future thing probably.”
“Yeah more than likely.”