Omg have you ever thought maybe Wally is afraid of lighting maybe bc he got struck by lighting and that had to hurt like really bad so he gets nervous around thunderstorms and one night Bruce blows off patrol and comes over unexpected and later Wally finds out it was because he knew it was supposed to storm in central that night and he wanted to be there to distract/comfort Wally WHAT A GUY
OKAY I WROTE THIS OUT MOSTLY AT THE BEGINNING AS AN ANSWER TO YOUR PROMPT, AND THEN I FORGOT ABOUT IT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS THE OTHER ANON’S BIRTHDAY (IS THAT YOU? WHO KNOWS, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL DELIGHTFUL GREY FACES TO ME) ANYWAY HERE’S 3000 WORDS OF A RESPONSE AND BIRTHDAY PRESENT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (will i put this on ao3? probably) I’M SO SORRY FOR THE TYPOS
Wally rounded up the last gang member with a grin, the ropes wrapped snugly around the entire group as he awaited —Central City’s Police to arrive.
Something wet suddenly hit his nose, and Wally wrinkled it, glancing up at the suddenly dreary, grey, sky. Huh. Might rain.
The sound of sirens alerted Wally that his job here was done, and he zipped away towards the sound of a girl shouting. The back of his suit was greeted with sudden wetness as the rain began to pour, and Wally sighed.
It was going to be a long day. A long wet day.
Wally let his thoughts travel over to Bruce, with a slight smile on his face.
At least Central wasn’t Gotham.
“Thunderstorms throughout Central City tonight,” one of the monitors behind Bruce mentioned, the woman’s voice smooth and clear and accompanying the voice of a man from another monitor, relaying current news coverage from Metropolis.
Bruce paused mid-typing, his thoughts briefly flickering over to his, er… whatever it was that they were at that moment - boyfriend? - teammate, Wally.
Bruce had known for a long time that the speedster wasn’t a fan of thunder and lightning, though the redhead played it off fairly well.
Bruce recalled a moment once, on a mission, when lightning had struck through the sky, lighting up Gotham’s night, and he’d caught a glance of Wally’s expression, wide green eyes and blood suddenly draining from his face.
Fear. Fear so strong, so powerful, that Bruce had – for a moment – thought they were both in absolute danger.
Of course, the expression had gone as soon as Bruce linked, and then Wally had laughed, said that he had something he needed to do, before disappearing.
That had been concerning, at the time, and Bruce had tucked it away for future reference. Later, as time passed and Bruce and Wally grew closer and closer, Bruce pieced it together rather quickly:
Wally was afraid of lightning. He supposed it had something to do with PTSD, and at first, had considered it a laughable prospect – until, it became more and more clear. Not that he’d ever thought to bring it up with the other, considering Wally was a grown adult who was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Gotham City was known for its rain, for its terrible weather and for that reason alone, since that incident, Bruce often deferred to one of the other members for assistance when required.
Bruce mused, running a hand through his hair as his contemplated his relationship with the speedster. In the last few months, Wally and Bruce had grown…close, to say the least. Closer than teammates should be, where Bruce would be greeted to a tuft of red hair certain mornings, tangled in his sheets with an arm thrown over his middle.
Close…was definitely an understatement. Of course, Bruce had plenty to tend to on his own, and ensured that he wouldn’t be distracted. He would go for patrols, and sometimes they would perform certain missions together when necessary, and it was only during moments of leisure, that Bruce would allow himself the speedster’s company.
Bruce knew Wally understood. Yet…
“Drive safe and sleep well, Central City, you’re in for quite the storm.”
Bruce sighed as the weather updates shifted over into traffic, and ran a hand over his face. He did have patrol tonight - a rainy night in Gotham as well, and decided that, perhaps, he could cut patrol a little short.
One night wouldn’t hurt.