Gotham
Coffee shop*you can do this Wally, your just going to sit in a coffee shop and talk to your Dad who left you and never came back till now.....nope can't do this, what am l thinking, GOD my chest hurts and my head feels dizzy I can't have a panic attack now just stop thinking Wally count to ten 12345678910 it's not working gahhhh*
Wally banged his head against the table rattling his glass of water and making the five people in the shop jump when the chime of the bell from the the door made Wally look behind him to see his dad come walking to the booth sitting down on the other side of Wally
"I...I didn't think you come" Wally said getting over his shock with his voice filled with panic, hope and dread
"*sigh* Wallace..." Rudy started but got cut off
"I go by Wally for short"
"Wally, I'm not going ask for your forgiveness or your trust god knows I don't deserve it but I'm just asking for a second chance if you'll give me it"
They sat in silence just listening to the conversations and the clattering of plates going on around them after what felt like an endless eternity Wally finally spoke up
"I guess we could start over again"
"Thank you, Wally it means a lot" Rudy said with his shoulders dropping in relief that Wally wasn't angry with him
"What did you do all these years?" Wally asked quickly afraid of the silence that could start and trying not to listen to his heart beat sounding like a drummer spazzing which is much faster then his normal heart beat
"Well I went rehab to get over my addiction to alcohol that lasted for two years then I went and trained at the police academy but what happened to you? What's been going on in your life?" Rudy asked wanting to know more about his son
"Um well your sister my aunt toke me in along with my uncle Barry, I'm in my last year in high school"
"That's good, Iris was always better then me" Rudy replied thankful for his sister
"Do you know when my birthday is?" Wally asked suddenly wondering if his father can even remember simple things about him
"Of course, November 11 this Friday you be turning 16" Rudy said smiling at how Wally acted
"Um would you like to come to a surprise party my friends planning?" Wally asked nervous
"How would you know about it?"
"It wasn't that hard rob been trying for years to give me a surprise birthday"
"Is Rob the one your dating?"
"I guess you c.....can say we're dating"
"I'm glad you found people to love you when I couldn't" Rudy said
*and there's that word again why did he have to say it wait when did I start twisting my flash ring*
"Wally you okay?" Rudy asked seeing Wally turning pale
"Y..yeah" Wally squeaked out
*god you can hear nothing but insecurity behind my voice I sounded like a mouse being captured by a cat*
*And what's with people banging there cups on the table WHY is the chef banging pots against other metal stuff bang ....BANG .....BANG.......
BANG......BANG....... BANG...............BANG*"S....sorry but I've got to go it was nice talking to you and meeting you again" Wally said
standing up and making his way outside where Wally grab his head because of all the cars honking and people yelling.
Wally started moving though the crowd still holding his head when he finally got to a street with less noise and way less people when someone come up next to Wally
"Hey kid want to have some fun" the man said grabbing his arm and trying to pull him in ally way Wally got out of his grip the man tried grabbing him again
"GET OFF ME" Wally yelled stumbling in to the street which a car slowed down in time. Wally looked at the car only a inch away from making contact and started running wanting to get out of the city and away from everyone
( YOU CAN'T LOCK UP THE DARKNESS
get out of my head
YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME I'M ALWAYS WATCHING YOUPlease just leave me alone......please )
Wally didn't realise he was in his knees next to the zeta tube till he stopped crying and when he did he just felt so numb he rubbed at his eyes. Wally got up and went through the zeta tube
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Young justice:job gone wrong
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