Sick Bird
Wally had come to the cave straight from school. He knew Black Canary would drop by later for some combat training and he wanted to get some extra training done before that by himself. It’s not like his fighting skills were bad but compared to some of his teammates … he didn’t like to admit it, but he still needed a lot of practice in some fields. But first things first! Smileing broadly he headed for the kitchen, his backpack sliding down his left shoulder when he rounded the last corner and - almost crashed into Robin. Wally hadn’t expected someone to be in the kitchen, especially not that close to the entrance. He barely caught himself from straight running into his teammate and had to hold onto him to not slip and fall himself. “Woah, sorry dude!” he apologized and took a step back to take a proper look at Robin – his hands not leaving the other’s shoulders though. He immediately noticed something was wrong when the ebony hardly kept his balance from Wally crushing into him. It happened on a rather regular basis and Robin never had trouble before. Well at least not when the speedster already slowed down that much. It took Wally only a second to take in all the other signs. Pale face, slightly slumped posture, moving way slower than normally – or was that just his imagination? “Are you okay?” He asked in obvious concern.
Just as Robin closed the fridge and turned around he felt something heavy barely colliding with his body, and thanks to previous experiences he knew that this something was their team’s resident speedster. The impact caught him slightly off guard and caused a new feeling of dizzyness that made Robin lose his balance for a few seconds again. Hadn’t it been for Wally’s hands on his shoulders, which holded him up, he would have probably fallen. “Geez, Walls. Look where you are going next time,” he said while the other sized him carefully up. Dick didn’t like it when his best friend gave him that look. And by the following question he knew that Wally was only worried about him because that is what best friends do; but he still disliked it. It meant he couldn’t handle himself; it made him feel... weak. He shrugged Wally’s hands off his shoulders as he turned a little to the side, “Yeah, despite the fact that you ran me over again, I’m okay. Why shouldn’t I be?” Robin opened the water bottle, which he still holded in one hand, and took several swigs from it, hoping Wally would drop the whole thing.
