We have a winner!
“Well, consider my mind blown. Trying to add me as a notch onto the Ginger belt?” He chuckles and tilts his head. “I’m guessing Dick told you my curtains match the drapes? Had to be him or Roy.”
Jason smirked before giving the engine a rev and taking off. Of course he wasn’t as fast but went well above the speed limit and ignored all traffic signs. It didn’t take him long at all to reach the bar. He parked the bike and took his helmet off before heading inside.
Wally leaned on the bar, head tilted back as he downed a flaming shot in one go. Next to him was a glass of something dark and murky, obviously waiting for Jason. As he finished the shot, he shook his head with a laugh, letting the alcohol heat and settle in his belly before looking at the door with a grin.
“Hey! Took you long enough.”
Jason rolled his eyes as he picked up his drink. He chugged it straight down without even stopping for a breath. “Another round over here.”
“Geez, grumpy much?” In civillian gear, Wally blended right in with a pair of jeans, trainers and a red muscle shirt under a denim jacket. He made to nudge Jason but thought better of it, waiting for his shot glass to be filled and re-lit before downing it again.
“So, what’s got you wanting to drown in alcohol? Besides the redhead duo.”
“Do I need a reason?” He swirled around the new liquid in his mug. He gave a dry laugh “Where do I even start?”
“You don’t need one, buddy. But I’m pretty sure you have at least one.” He watched the brunette closely, shot glass pinched easily between three fingers as he waited. Just because he was a speedster didn’t mean he couldn’t be patient when he needed to.
Jason couldn’t talk about these things. Not to Dick, Roy, and sure as hell not with Bruce. Why would he tell Wally, an acquaintance at best? He felt the words begin to roll off his tongue with ease though. “Ever since I’ve come back, I’ve just been so fucking angry all the time. Everything sets me off. I have no self control. And the nightmares man, they’re getting worse.”
“The nightmares I can get, but, uh….I dunno. You ever thing about diving into a pile of stuffed animals and beating the shit outta them?” Wally was definitely no psychiatrist, but hey, couldn’t fault him for trying.
"What did the stuffed animals ever do to me?" He asked in all seriousness. "That's just cruel."
