My Shadow (Robin x Kid Flash)

Chapter 8

Wally's P.O.V.

"Who are you?" Dick asked me seriously.

"Dick?" I said not paying attention to what he just said.

He gave me a confused look.

"Are you calling me?-" He said before I quickly launched an explanation.

But apparently I was talking like a speedster, because he did not react to what I said at all.

"Uh.... I'm Kid Flash." I stopped there for a second choosing this opportunity to flirt with him a little, on reflex.

"The most handsomest, greatest, dude you've ever met." I continued.

"...More like Kid MOUTH." He mumbled.

"Uhh.... Anyways.... Who are you?" I asked him, pretending not to hear him.

This person is not Dick.

I need to stop acting like he is.

Obviously this is a clone.

They're not the real him.

And I will make sure that whoever did this to him, will pay.

Starting with Marksman.

"-Creel." The boy finished.

"Huh?" I said confused as I was not paying attention.

The boy looked flustered.

He then said lowly, "I said, Shadow Creel."

He also added very quietly, "Why ask when you aren't even paying attention?"

"Sorry." I said rubbing the back of my head.

I kneeled down next to him and noticed the differences between Dick and Shadow right away.

Of course, we had the eyes.

And I'll probably never get used to that.

But I couldn't help but notice how beautiful they looked  together.

Like they were jewels glimmering in the dark.

And when I looked closer at him, I noticed how frail and skinny this boy was.

And yeah, Robin is skinny, but I could see some bones seeping through his skin.

Like he hasn't eaten in days.

Even when the IV force fed him food.

Out of curiosity, I asked him why.

To which he responded, "I don't know..."

He sounded slightly offended, like I hit a nerve.

Yikes.

Shadow's P.O.V.

"I don't know..." I said slightly offended.

It was a lie.

I knew exactly why.

I love Slade.

I don't even know why I love him.

I was just born this way.

What do you expect me to do in this situation?

He knew it as well.

He's a bastard.

A murderer.

A mercenary.

An adult.

My father.