Maybe where she's looking hot asf at a party Bruce is holding in the wayne manor ball room and all the JL and young justice and teen titans are they and someone's flirting with reader and he realises he needs to swoop in real fast. Dick, Roy, Jason, Kyle and Donna are his biggest wingmen
NERVOUS
summary: Wally is madly in love with you, but he's scared of you and your dad, but his friends try not to let that stop him.
pairing: Wally west x batsis!reader
part one- part two
note: idk what I did lol I tried to write smt cute but idk what happened to me. AND officially Wally west has a masterlist
open request - wally west masterlist
The crystal chandeliers in the living room shone like stars, and you, with that damn impeccable wine colored dress and the innate bearing of a Wayne, seemed unattainable to anyone, untouchable, as if you were the most valuable jewel in Gotham.
You were gorgeous, completely mesmerizing to anyone, but even more so to Wally. But it wasn't anything new to anyone; it wasn't the first time he'd looked at you like that. In fact, he'd been doing it for years.
He met you when you were both teenagers, a couple of years after becoming friends with Dick. You weren't yet an active part of the vigilante world; Bruce didn't want to risk anything happening to you, but it was only a matter of time before you made a place for yourself in his world, at least working from the Batcave, providing information and conducting major investigations.
But even then, at a young age, you were a whirlwind; sharp, brilliant, with that dangerous mix of charm and sarcasm that left him speechless.
And tonight, seeing you like this, with that dress that hugged your curves with lethal precision, with that presence, while you were laughing at something that idiot Atlantean ambassador said, I felt like I couldn't keep pretending anymore.
Because now you weren't just his teenage crush, you weren't two kids anymore. He was a grown man, and you were a beautiful woman. He had to do something. He couldn't breathe at the thought of someone else getting there first.
I had to do something. I couldn't just stand there like another spectator while someone else refilled your glass and said things he wished he'd whispered to you years ago.
I couldn't breathe at the thought of someone else getting there first. Of someone else stealing your smiles, your secrets, your nights.
"Would you stop staring at my sister?" Dick asked, appearing at his side.
Wally didn't take his eyes off you, still watching every inch of you. How the hell could he get close to you if every time he spoke he was just talking nonsense? Maybe you liked that half-fish guy? Or maybe... did you always have that mole on your right breast?
"You've already broken him, you asked him for a very difficult task, Dick," Jason announced from a corner, holding a glass.
"He hasn't blinked in three minutes," Roy added, chewing on something. "Literally. I'm worried about his nervous system."
Donna placed a hand on Wally's shoulder, with that trained calm she used when someone was about to explode. "We know you can do it. But if you need help... well, we're bored, and it's a worthy cause."
"Perfect," Jason said, crossing his arms. "This is officially a field operation."
—What? No, you don't need a gun to th——Wally looked at them, somewhere between frustrated and scared.
"No one mentioned a gun," Donna interrupted, already pulling a small transmitter from her purse. "Right, Jason?"
Silence.
Jason smiled. “Didn’t you want to get rid of that guy over there?”
—Yeah, but not like that! We're not going to shoot anyone. —Wally raised his hands nervously.
"Shoot him?" Jason let out a dry laugh. "Don't worry so much about the guy, focus on keeping up with my sister."
Wally looked at him as if he'd been stabbed straight through the ego. "What kind of motivation is that?"
— a realist, —Roy chimed in naturally as he looked you up and down from afar— She's so fine, and you're... well, you're you.
"Thanks, Roy," Wally replied with a bitter smile. "It's nice to have friends like that."
"We're not your friends right now, at least not me," Jason clarified. "You want to flirt with my sister, it's totally disgusting. And Roy, shut up."
Roy threw up his hands, offended but amused. "I only tell the truth. Do you want me to lie? Do you want me to tell him he has a chance without our help?"
"Yeah!" Wally exclaimed. "Lie to me a little! Some emotional support wouldn't hurt, you know?"
—Perfect, everyone shut up —Donna took a small transmitter out of her bag— Put this on, Wally
Wally looked at her with a mixture of surprise and resignation, while Donna skillfully adjusted the transmitter behind his ear. "What's this?" he asked, somewhat nervously.
"A direct channel to us," Donna replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll guide you in real time so you don't make a fool of yourself."
"Really?" Wally blinked in disbelief. "Is this to save me from myself?"
"Exactly," Jason crossed his arms with a wry smile. "Now you really have no excuses."
Roy leaned closer, his tone more serious. "We're here to make sure you don't die virgin."
"You're an idiot Roy." Dick looked at him seriously.
Donna stepped back, assessing him like a soldier before entering the battlefield. “Ready.”
"Already?" Wally asked, feeling like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
"Okay. Give me two minutes," Donna said, turning toward the dance floor. "And you, breathe. Straighten your back. And for the love of the Titans... don't look at that mole again."
"I wasn't going to look at the mole!" Wally protested.
Dick just patted him on the shoulder. “Good luck, West.”
And then Donna moved forward. She crossed the room with the kind of confidence that could make politicians and aliens alike tremble. By the time she reached you, your glass was already half empty, and the Atlantean ambassador was rambling on about some unimportant maritime treaty.
"Shall I steal her from you for a second?" she asked, with a charming smile. She placed a hand on your back and gently guided you away from the Atlantean ambassador. You didn't ask any questions. You knew that if Donna pulled you out of a conversation, it was for a reason.
"I owe you one," you murmured.
"You'll pay me back," she replied with a half smile before disappearing into the crowd.
You turned to go back to the middle of the room and that's when you saw Wally, just passing by, drink in hand.
His eyes found you. He stopped.
"Hey," you said, before him. Had he always had those green eyes? oh god, he has a new freckle.
"Hey," he repeated, his voice steadier than he felt inside.
>Roy: He's in! We've got eye contact!
Jason: He shouldn't be talking nonsense.
Donna: Okay, let's let him breathe.
Dick: Shhh, turn it down. He's nervous.
"Are you having fun?" you asked with a genuine smile.
"Sort of. Not as much food as I expected," Wally replied without thinking. Then he laughed at himself. "Though... I think the night's looking up now."
Roy: There! Good one! Point for the unforced comment.
Jason: I give it half a point.
"Do you want to get some fresh air? We can go... to the garden, if you like," he suggested, as if he didn't want to miss the moment.
"Sure," you replied. "Besides, they made some nice arrangements in the garden, you have to appreciate them..."
idiot, idiot, idiot, what did I just say?
You walked together without saying much at first, through the French doors that led to the garden. The fresh air enveloped them with a faint scent of jasmine and damp earth. Inside, the party continued to echo in the distance.
Wally nervously ran a hand down the back of his neck as you leaned your arms on the stone railing overlooking the lower garden.
"It's a very nice view..." he murmured.
"Yes, it is," you replied softly, without looking at him. "If you think this view is great, you can't imagine what it looks like from my room." I just invited him to my room, shit
Roy:…
Donna: THAT'S IT GIRL, SHOW HIM!
Jason: I refuse to process it.
Dick: Don't go there, Wally, don't go fucking there!
Wally choked slightly on his own breath. “From your room… do you have the best view of Gotham?” he tried pathetically.
You shrugged, amused. “Depends on what you want to see” You leaned a little closer, enjoying the mix of nervousness and tenderness he exuded, "So... do you want to see the city with me from my room sometime?"
Wally swallowed, as if he was about to say something big.
Roy: IT'S NOW, IT'S NOW!!
Donna: Don't think about it anymore, just come closer!
Jason: If they kiss, I'm cutting the channel.
Dick: Shhh, shhh, Wally's going to—
They were a second away from getting close, from finally breaking the tension, finally going to be able to live in peace, damn those beautiful eyelashes…
"tsk, fucking disgusting."
You both turned. Damian. Standing like a shadow in the bushes. Arms crossed. “Stay away from my sister or I’ll bury you alive” face.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, visibly fed up.
Damian raised an eyebrow with absolute calm. "By keeping you from making stupid decisions."
Wally opened his mouth to defend himself, but Damian glared at him before any words came out. "Slowly back away from my sister..."
BONUS SCENE
In a secluded corner of the room, away from the hustle and bustle of string music, some League members share light conversation and moderate drinks. Barry Allen glides among them with his usual restrained energy, stopping next to Bruce, who watches silently from a vantage point.
His gaze is fixed on something beyond the crowd: on the garden, where his daughter and a young redhead in a suit are laughing too close to the edge.
Barry smiles, then follows her gaze. His expression changes slightly. "Oh, I get it."
"he's too close."
Barry was holding back a laugh at Bruce's intense concern for his daughter. "Come on, Bruce. He's nervous, not a danger. He's been avoiding her for years; her breathing by his side is progress."
Bruce finally turns his face toward Barry—Tell your nephew to stay away from my daughter, not to bother her.
"Diana, you have exhausted valuable resources and the skills of our healers for one woman. To what end? She will die anyway. Maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not a year from now or ten but she will die. You're just delaying the inevitable."
Diana had few moments in her life where she could truthfully say she was angry with her mother. But in that moment she almost hated her. The Amazons were supposed to be messengers of peace and truth and justice. What happened to her mother while she was away? What happened to the fearsome woman who raised and taught her to stand for what was right? This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument and as your life hung in the balance, Diana doubted it would be the last.
You hadn't uttered more than a few sentences since arriving on the sandy shores of Themyscira and that was two weeks ago. You'd been in and out of consciousness every since. Never awake longer than a second or two and no one could tell Diana why. The healers had done all they could. The rest was up to you.
Diana gritted her teeth and rose from your bedside. "You and I are not having this conversation again, mama. Y/N is staying here until she wakes up. The healers will attend her for as long as she requires their attention and that is final. You gave me your word and you will stand by it."
"Perhaps I gave it too hastily."
Fire and hatred burned in Diana's eyes but the Queen of the Amazons did not--would not--falter. "I know you've formed something of an…attachment…to this girl--"
Diana laughed, tearfully. Attachment. What a paltry word to describe what she felt for you. This all-consuming yearning and devotion that kept her up nights and drove her to kneel at your bedside for hours with no regard to her own hunger and comfort. "Attachment," Diana repeated, laughing again.
"She is not like us, my daughter" the queen continued. "She is not like you--"
"She doesn't have to be! I don't need her to be like me. I don't need her to do anything but live, mama!"
"I do not mean to be cruel but if this is what her ailing has done to you…I don't want to know what would become of you if she perished."
Diana for the first time since coming home was inclined to agree with her mother. She opened her mouth to speak, some of her earlier anger dissipating, when a sharp breath stole away her words.
Diana whirled.
You rubbed sleep from your eyes, wincing as you struggled to get comfortable in the narrow cot on which you lay.
Diana stumbled to your bedside and fell to her knees.
You gave her a weak smile, bleary-eyed smile. Your hair was a bird's nest atop your head and yet to Diana, you'd never looked more beautiful.
You hit the ground hard not for the first time today.
"Dammit," you hissed.
Diana leaned into your line of sight with an apologetic smile. "Are you alright?"
"No I'm not alright!" you snapped. "A toddler could have blocked that kick and I just…I just," you screwed your eyes shut and breathed through the pain, the embarrassment, and frustration. "I'm not the same, D. My body…it's not the same."
She dropped to her knees and gently straddled your waist. Taking your face in her hands, she kissed your lids again and again until you opened them. "It's only been a week, my love. It could take months even years to remind your body of what your mind never forgot. Give it time."
It had been four months since you woke up in Themyscira's infirmary. Four long grueling months spent trying to remember how to walk and care for yourself. Fighting off pain and infection with strange herbs and medicinal techniques you'd never heard of and you were tired. So, so tired of being weak and fragile on an island surrounded by women who were the very definition of everything you used to be.
"But I don't want it to take months or years!" tears of frustration filled your eyes.
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." Diana carefully rolled off of you and into the grass.
"Someone did this to me, Diana. I could have died."
"I know… And when you are well my love, we will find them and you will have your justice. But whether you like it or not it will take time. And if you will have me, I will be here with you. For every step of the way. And every step after that."
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"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos" dark haired girl murmured with her eyes closed. Her face was completly focused. You could see no distraction in her body language despite the fact that she was levitating. It was so calming, just like some peaceful painting.
That's why as soon as you saw Raven meditating, you grabbed your sketchbook and pencil. You tried to be as silent as possible when you saf in front od her.
Soon carbon pieces were smearing on the paper, creating a shape of Raven in that tranquil state. You wondered how it is to be so focused on a deep space between one thought and another. Maybe it's similar to being consumed by drawing.
"I hope that you're gonna show me this picture" all of suden deep voice pulled you out from your thoughts.
You saw Raven with one eye opened, waiting for your response.
"Of course. Sorry that..." you wanted to apologize, cause you understood that maybe you crossed some boundries, but Raven wasn't listening to you anymore. She was once more immersed in meditation.
You're gonna talk to her later. Now you have to finish the drawing to show her later.
You never knew who the mystery person in the VIP area was, the side that was facing her had a one way privacy film, which only enabled you to barely distinguish a figure staring intently at the club.
Only having worked here for a few weeks, you understood how dangerous this city was -- especially successful clubs like this one for low criminals, but you didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
“(Y/N), I want you to perform for the guest in the VIP room,” a colleague gulped.
“Really?”
“Yes, he’s coming every night because of you, apparently - but you can’t see him privately so you’ll just have to face him.” he nodded.
“Um, okay,” your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding the meaning of this.
“He said he didn’t want you to see who he was yet, well, that’s what his guard said anyway.”
