Time Against Time

Chapter Eleven

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, folks! If I do, Wally West should never had ceased and Nightwing should never had leave the Team. Though, I own my OCs in this story. And no, I do not own Insidious: Chapter 3 and Captain America: Civil War.

WARNING: OOC, a lot of that.

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Chapter Eleven:
Finding A Way Home
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Three days, they were here for three freakin' days. The League was helping them find a way home but they said that it would take a long time. It was already the 8th of January and the League yet had to find a way back home. Wally West was already getting tiresome to waiting. He was ADHD for goodness sake. Blame his powers, he wasn't ADHD before he achieved his superspeed.

But atleast there was a distraction.

There was a BANG and he died, blood seeping around his body. The bullet had lodged to his chest, directly at his heart. His companion knelt beside him, bowing his head. The word 'GAME OVER' appeared on his side of the screen. Wally stared, bewildered. He then threw his controller on the corner and cried, "Oh c'mon! That's the third time my character died," he moaned. "When am I going to win?"

"Eh, I don't know," Dick said[1], pausing the game and lowering his controller. "Maybe it's because you're not good in video games as I am."

"Dude!" Wally yelled, scandalized. "I am the master of video games. Not you!"

"Walls, we've been playing video games since we were kids, and you know that I've always beat you," reasoned Dick, smirking. "Besides, didn't you remember when I'd admit that you were a better gamer than Roy?"

In fact, Wally remembered that memory vividly. The three of them were challenging each other on who was the best gamer. While the three of them fought, Kaldur had wisely decided that it was going to be worse when he disrupt the argument and the game, so he just sat on another couch and read a book. Wally lost to Dick and Roy lost to both Wally and Dick. The two latters had spend their day teasing Roy that he was a lousy gamer. Dick begrudgingly admitted that Wally was a better gamer than Roy.

"Okay. I admit that you're a far better gamer than Roy."

"Why, thank you, Dickie-bird."

"I'm still better than you and don't call me Dickie-bird!"

Dick was only ten-years-old when that had happened, Wally was twelve and Roy was fifteen. Well, technically, Dick was eleven-years-old already since that happened the day after his birthday.

"Well, Wally," Dick continued, standing up from his seat. "I am going to help the League in finding our way home. You coming?"

"No." Wally said, staring at the paused game. Dick shrugged and walked out of the entertainment room, the door already closing before Wally called, "Wait! On second thought, I'm coming." He grabbed the remote, turned the TV off and superspeed over to Dick.

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"Argh! I'm regretting my decision already."

Wally banged his head on the table in front of him. Dick, who sat across him, looked in amusement. They were back in the meeting room and no one was using the room except them. Dick had a holographic screen in front of him and were typing some sort of codes. It was giving Wally a migraine. How was he supposed to read those codes? He's not a techno-genius like his best friend.