Title: Just Don’t Die
Author: Amy of Amelia From A Fairy Tale
Category: Young Justice (cartoon), some YJ: Invasion eventually included
Rating: PG/K+ (this part, at least)
Premise: Because Dick told Tim, “Just don’t die.”
Preview for yet another fic on which I’m working. This one was brought on partially from the above quote from Dick, and partially from the fact that this episode aired the day after Jason Todd’s death day.
Wally finds Dick in his room one day doing something that looks an awful lot like brooding. As much as he knows that his best bud is the protégé of Batman, and really, this behavior is to be expected every now and then, Wally doesn’t like seeing it. He speeds into the room, shutting the door behind him, and sits on the bed besides Dick.
“So, what’s got you imitating Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Broody?” He queries, shooting a smile at his friend. Dick doesn’t even look up from his hands, which are resting palm-up on his legs. The younger teen appears to be studying them, examining the miniscule scars, folds, and calluses. He’s silent for a moment, and Wally almost doesn’t think he’ll respond.
“Wally, do you think…do you think I’d make a good big brother?”
It’s so quiet, the young speedster almost thinks he’s imagining the response. But he’s not, and it takes a second for the answer to register in his brain. A big brother? What’s this about? Surely Bats can’t have…done the dirty, so to speak? No, surely this is simply a hypothetical question. Well, hypothetical it may be, but Wally West knows a serious question when it’s being asked.
“Well, yeah, I suppose so. I mean, going from observation alone, I know you’re pretty great with kids – everyone loves you. And I’d like to think that the Team and…your cousin have given you enough examples to go off from that you’d be a pro by now. Why do you ask?” He glances over to his side again to find that Dick is now looking up at him, blue eyes showing that he is most definitely paying attention to what’s coming out of his friend’s mouth.
Dick’s eyes flash back down to his hands, and he bites his lips as his hands twist together. He’s obviously thinking about what he’s going to say, and Wally’s now seriously considering that the question may not have been so hypothetical.
“We…found a kid,” he answers at last, “A street urchin. We found him in the middle of stealing the tires off the Batmobile, believe it or not.” The speedster snorts, half in surprise and half in amusement, because damn that little street urchin has some balls. But he takes a second to really think about what Dick has said, and he’s seeing where this is going.
“And let me guess, you and Bats are thinking about taking him in? Like he did for you?”
Dick nods wordlessly, and Wally slings an arm over his best friend’s shoulder.
“Well, that’s great! I’m sure you’ll make a fantastic big bro! Just remember everything I taught you, and everything will be fine.”
The young acrobat looks up at him again for reassurance, “You really think so?”
“Dude, I know so! Have trust in your big bro, will ya?”
The two laugh, and Dick dives in for a quick hug. “Thanks, Wally,” he mumbles into his friend’s sweatshirt.
“No problem,” he replies, rubbing small circles in the younger one’s back.
He wouldn’t trade their friendship (bromance) for the world.