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The League has been working together long enough that everyone has become accustomed to two things.
Firstly, Batman is a damn mysterious, introverted, distrustful jerk. Yet he's reliable and always proves to be right. However, he himself does not trust anyone and would rather die than let anyone look under his mask (there are exceptions). Most of the Justice League believe he's more cryptid than human. People are convinced he's a meta or a vampire. Because he cannot be ordinary human, right?
Secondly, Superman is the only person Batman seems to trust. Only Kal can patch Bruce's wounds, and from their conversations, it seems they know each other's secret identities. What the hell? Since when does Superman even has a secret identity? Batman, to the horror of the rest of the League, even seems to like Kal. Besides, Superman is the only person who can send Batman home and has access to the Batcave. Furthermore, Kal insists that Batman is a normal, kind, and caring human. No one in the JL wants to believe this, but the League members are placing bets on whether Bats and Supes are a couple (because they act like a married couple).
This is roughly the state of the Justice League when a new member, The Flash (second one), Wally West, joins the team. However, his civilian identity is known only to a select few: Batman, Superman, and the first Flash.
Wally had to admit he was a little stressed. Today was his first day as an official member of the League. The official press announcement wouldn't be out for a few days, but he was supposed to be at Watch Tower today. Well, it's not like he and Dick haven't broken in here before, just for fun, or to test some new security measures and see if JL would catch them. They never did.
Bruce knew it, of course, Clark recognized the familiar heartbeats and said nothing, but to the rest of the team they were completely undetectable.
Wally spent years with Dick, they trained for almost as long, at this point Wally could move as silently as the Batboys. He also understood their strange chirping, which was a language unto itself (which was a bit unsettling for him). Wally actually had to remind himself to make any sounds while moving, even when he was in civilian.
In short, Wally wasn't upset about the whole Watch Tower thing, but rather about working with the whole damn League. What's more, he couldn't reveal his identity, because apparently marrying Dick Grayson-Wayne and changing his name were too close to Batman's identity.
Thanks Bruce.
So Wally had to be very careful because if he revealed his identity in any way, Bruce would literally kill him, and then Dick would be furious at him.
It's a good thing Uncle Barry had to replace Jay Garrick on the parallel earth, otherwise Wally's identity would have been revealed after 10 minutes of conversation. Barry is terrible at unrevealing secret identities.
Wally nervously slipped into a broken-down phone booth in a filthy alley in the heart of Blüdhaven. Dickie demanded from his dad that Zeta be near their apartment, as he wouldn't be driving across town when the world ended again. Since they were the only heroes living there, B quickly agreed. Even if they weren't, he would have agreed, because Bruce is physically unable to say no to his own children.
Walls quickly typed in, the coordinates for the Watch Tower, feeling like a complete idiot for standing in a Flash suit in such place for no apparent reason. However, the mechanical voice rang out relatively quickly.
Recognized Flash B-03.
The hero teleported away, secretly wishing Dick could have gone with him, but he couldn't. Because apparently the Watch Tower's existence is top secret or something. Besides, JL apparently doesn't know about Nightwing and the whole gang of Gotham City birds, which is frankly embarrassing.
Wally solidified in the Watch Tower, and a flurry of shouts immediately reached his ears. Everyone seemed to be sitting at a giant table, with B and Kal in the center, both clearly reluctant. Bruce looked like he was about to punch something, and Clark was dozing off, tapping away at his laptop with what Wally could bet was an article for the Daily Planet. He must have been here quite a while, because his hair was a mess, and he was swaying more and more toward Bruce.
Wally's inner Robin came out as he saw the perfect opportunity to terrify anyone who hadn't noticed him despite Zeta's loud announcement.
The boy immediately completely erased his presence, sneaking over to one of the empty seats at the large conference table.
Clark raised an eyebrow, surprised by the lack of greetings for new member, but he was far too busy with civilian work to bother with heroic nonsense.
Bruce nodded in greeting, and Wally could have sworn he saw a small smile cross B's face for a second. A smile on Batman's face is simply terrifying.
"Hi everyone!" Wally said cheerfully, crossing his legs on the chair as he felt the need to move again.
"Fuck!" Hal shouted in terror, leaping to his feet.
"Who are you?!" Green Arrow growled, equally terrified, reaching for his arrows.
"The Flash? I'm offended," Wally grumbled, waving his hand dramatically.
Bruce sighed heavily, while Clark chuckled softly to himself.
"You're not our Flash," Wonder Woman stated, tightening her grip on the Lasso of Truth.
Even though Walls had undergone B's irritating training on how to cheat the damn Lasso of Truth, he had no desire to face it before dinner. So the speedster looked at Bruce with a firm, yet pleading gaze.
"Barry's on another Earth, this one's our new member," Batman finally deigned to speak.
Wally frowned. B's cape wasn't normal, he was wrapped in it like in blanket. A normal person probably wouldn't even notice, but Bruce seemed to be leaning toward Kal.
That's when it hit Wally. They were both tired. This meeting couldn't end well.
Well, of course, Wally had to be right about that. The meeting after his introduction turned to some tragically boring topics. Watch Tower systems and heroic PR. He already knew too much about this bullshit.
At that moment, his phone rang, the loud melody of "SugarCrash!" echoing through the silent Watch Tower. It was damn disturbing because Wally had his phone on silent. It was Tim's ringtone, but what the fuck was going on that Timmy had bothered to overwrite the program and hack his phone?
"I have to take this." Walls muttered as the room continued to resonate:
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fucking cash.
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half.
"Well, if it's so important, then take it on speaker," Wonder Woman hissed, irritated, giving him a cold look.
Fuck.
Wally sighed heavily, already knowing it was going to be a massive headache. But he finally answered the damn phone.
"What? You're on speaker with the entire League!" Wally hissed.
"Awkward. Hey?" Tim's voice came from the phone.
Bruce's eyes widened, or so Wally assumed, but it's hard to tell with B.
"What was important enough to hack my phone?" Wally sighed, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"Hack?" Martian Manhunter asked.
"Uh... I really don't want to say this in front of them, but the kryptonite synthesis experiment went wrong and Kon... So I need a chemist?" Tim mumbled awkwardly.
"You're making it sound like I'm making drugs." Wally sighed.
"You took my kryptonite?" Bruce asked, very unamused.
"You drugged my kid?" Clark muttered, much less concerned than he probably should have been.
"That wasn't your kryptonite B, I took Lex's, and the rest was entirely Kon's fault, that hopeless romantic... Never mind. Will you come KF?" There was a low growl in the background of Tim's voice.
"Oh Rao..." Clark groaned, clearly understanding the meaning of the growl, and if his reaction meant anything, no one wanted to hear the translation.
"You're so grounded." Bruce hissed.
"Damn it, dad, you're not my father," Tim growled, followed by sounds that sounded strangely like biting
"Fuck!" he shouted.
"I'm going, where are you two anyway?" Wally sighed, rising from his chair.
A single chirp sounded.
"Oh shit..." Wally said.
Clark decided he didn't have the energy for this and went back to writing his article.
"Are you kidding me?" Bruce sighed.
"Well, that was nice, but I have to go." Wally sighed.
"Seriously? Your first League meeting?" Black Canary asked skeptically.
"Kryptonite accident." Wally grumbled. "Red, try knocking him out, because this won't be pretty." Flash added, quickly hanging up and looking helplessly at Bruce.
"Fine, you can use my lab," Batman sighed, burying his face in his hands.
"Sweet!" Wally said, already running to Zeta and entering the coordinates.
Authorization required.
A mechanical voice rang out, and the entire League widened their eyes, because there was only one place with such insane security, set up by a paranoid person.
"You're going to the Batcave?!" Green Arrow shouted, clearly shocked.
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you, Ollie?" Walls hissed irritably, typing in a far too long string of numbers. After a few seconds, Flash disappeared.
Silence fell.
"H-he knew my identity?" Oliver Queen stammered.
"Ha, who doesn't?" Kal whispered, making Bruce snort with laughter, quickly covering it with a cough.
"Are we talking about the kid on the phone calling Spooky dad, and him grounding the kid?" Hal asked.
"Yeah, or the Flash having access to the Batcave?" Black Canary muttered.
"And then there's the fact that Superman apparently isn't interested in Lex's kryptonite accident." Wonder Woman added, concerned.
"We won't talk about it because it's classified, and Flash will handle it," Bruce snapped coldly, ending any discussion.
From that fateful moment on, various rumors began circulating around the League about Batman having a vampire child and Flash, who was surely a vampire too, because how else could he have permanent access to Gotham? However, a significant part of the League was convinced that Batman had set it all up so that people would have the wrong idea about his secret identity.
So JL pretty much unanimously agreed to ignore it. Or maybe they had developed a strange respect for Flash, mixed with fear, because the boy could apparently hold a conversation with Batman while still smiling.
Well, all this was supposed to last for a while. Because peace is not for heroes.