baptizedinred:
Wally was not happy. Actually, he seemed pretty pissed, and Jason couldn’t really blame him. The weather wasn’t ever awesome in Gotham, but it was particularly shitty tonight, even Jason could admit as much. He sighed some as Wally demanded answers, offering him a hand to help him out of the mud, as the rain continued to beat down on them.
“Listen, you can go if you want,” Jason stated finally, waving a hand at Wally some. “It’s fine. I’ve got this, it’s under control, I’ve got it handled,” he claimed, rambling just a little as he clenched and unclenched his fists, not out of anger but nerves, his anxiety making his hands feel numb and tingly.
Wally was peeved, but he wasn’t irrational. Completely irrational. He took the offered hand, prying himself from the mud, and continued to hold that hand even as he stood. He frowned down at it, massaging it gently like he was working the tension that held his body like a vice.
He snorted, shook his head, and tried to meet Jason’s eyes. “I’m not-- I don’t want to leave. I mean, this setting isn’t my top ten places I’d like to be right now, but,” He shrugged. “I’ve got your back, no matter what. I’m just... confused. I’m worried. Stressed. I don’t know what I need to be doing, and I feel icky. But I’m not, I’m. I don’t know.”
He shook himself once more, and tried to let his agitation melt out of his body and through his feet. “Whatever we’re doing, let’s do it so we can get out of this rain.”
















