Darkness ⚡️ Kid Flash x Reader

TWELVE ⚡️ MOVING

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Chapter 12 - Moving

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"IF WE WERE MEANT TO STAY IN THE SAME PLACE WE WOULD HAVE ROOTS, NOT FEET"

The next morning, the night before didn't enter my mind right away. I yawned, used the bathroom, and wandered out of my room to the kitchen in my pajamas. Going through my normal motions, I took out a bowl and found a good cereal in the cupboard. When I turned around, however, I was surprised to see Wally sitting at the counter, and that's when I remembered what happened.

"Wally... hey. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be sleeping in until training started since it's the weekend."

"I um, I took this when you left And I think you should have it back," Wally nervously handed me the key necklace that went with my long destroyed music box.

"Richard told me," I smiled pulling the necklace over my neck. it was familiar, nice, "Thank you, for coming here last night, and for knocking me out of that weird headspace. I lost it for a bit but you brought me back. Interesting theory about the good things that run the world too."

"We all cope differently," Wally assured with a smile, brushing off what could have happened the night before. I followed his lead and didn't feel the need to mention it. We were working through our issues. No reason to make it harder, "I need to go talk to Dick, I'll see you later."

Wally disappeared, leaving a trail of yellow behind him that soon faded away. the corners of my lips turned up in a half Smile as I turned back to my dresser drawers, looking for something that would fit me. Absolutely nothing.

Everything that was there was from when I was 16. I seriously doubted I would be able to fit into the clothes inside. Looking through them did fill me with a sense of nostalgia as I remembered buying them with the girls. I didn't know how to talk to people, or how to use a credit card. How the times had changed. I was adept at talking to people at that point. It was an important quality for an assassin to have. But I needed new clothes, since the ones I brought with me were dirty and overworn.

Finding absolutely nothing I turned to my nightstand where my bag was resting just below. I swallowed loudly, looking at the plain red bag in blatant distaste. There was a reason it was red. I wanted to bring that bag, but the clothes in there I loved. They were dark and mysterious, and just, me. Cutting my losses I decided to create a new outfit combination, since I was the best option I had.

"The league won't be happy to see what I'm wearing," I mumbled with a smirk digging into the bag and pulling out red skirt, black nylons, a black sweater, and black boots. It was a combination I had done previously with the villains, but not with the heroes at that point.

Changing into the outfit, I began my newly normal morning routine. As I was brushing through my hair a knock sounded from the door.

"Come in," I called, stepping out of the bathroom to face M'gann.

"The league is here, they're discussing the final details about where you'll be staying."

"Right, Bruce wanted me to stay at the Wayne Manor. I'll be out in a minute."

M'gann nodded, flying out of the room. I sighed, looking at myself one more time in the mirror. My dark circles were less prominent, my skin was becoming less vampire like, and all in all, I looked better than I had before.

"The hero life is a bit better for me it seems" I mumbled to myself, looking away from the mirror. I could sneak a few small glances every once in awhile, but when I looked in the mirror I tended to see a killer, a villain. I didn't like that.

I quickly walked out of my room, looking straight ahead of me as I went by memory through the halls of the cave. It was the day the cave decided what they would be doing with me. Send me to Arkham, send me on the street, or actually let me live with the Wayne's. My future was in their hands.

The league was standing in a broken Circle in the den. All quiet talking between them stopped when I entered. I rolled back my shoulders, and lifted my chin up. Don't show weakness, I reminded myself.

"There are very few, if any, places in the world, we believe would be able to hold you," Flash started the discussion on a low note.

"The probability of you being able to be held somewhere is lower than the probability of the villains taking over the world," Red Tornado stated, making me snort at the irony.

"So, Wayne Manor it is then?" I questioned, slightly hopeful. despite the strict rules that would be at the Manor, it was one of the best options for me.

"Correct."

Thinking over the general layout of the manor I laughed, "You think that place can hold me? No offense, but that's a house full of powerless people. Batman or not. We all know what I can do with my powers."

"We have Alfred," Batman deadpanned. The league shared a few looks, obviously struggling to hold back laughter, "You won't be getting out of that house without us knowing it, the kids never succeeded."

"You wanna bet?" I challenge, taking a step toward Batman. Black Canary stepped forward between us.

"Watch it you two. Get along, you'll be living together." Black Canary nodded to Flash, he sped off, before she turned to me, "Dick has moved out from Wayne Manor the only ones there now are Tim, Bruce, and Alfred."

"What about Jason? He living in Gotham?" It was hard to miss how everyone's faces fell other question. I let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. there was something and I knew that none of the heroes did, "You're joking. You really don't know?"

"Know what?" Green Arrow asked.

"Oh no," I shook my head, "I'm withholding this information until you understand completely. You'll thank me later. Don't worry, it won't kill anyone, I don't think at least. He might- not the point."

Flash came back, holding a familiar box in his hands. He handed it to me. I couldn't hold back the grin that's better across my face, my music box, good as new. The League's face is softened when they saw me smile the way I did. That was hard to miss as well. It was a rare moment of weakness, could I wasn't afraid to share with the heroes.

"Artemis and M'gann will be taking you shopping soon," Wonder Woman glanced at my clothes.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked in mock offense. I knew very well the league didn't like it, they didn't like a lot of my clothes.

"You look like a vampire," Batman stated bluntly.

"Says you," I shot back at him, "You dress up like a bat, and live in a cave. The villains talked about the possibility you know!"

The league didn't both holding back their laughter upon the knowledge that the villains had talked about Batman being a vampire on a serious level.

"I'm not a vampire."

"No, no, I remember this clearly. Someone came at you with a stick and holy water once," Superman clapped Batman on the back.

"What did he do about it?" I asked, suddenly very interested in the conversation.

"He hissed at them."

Laughing loudly until I was hunched over and holding my stomach, I replied with, "Bats, no matter what you say, you are a freaking vampire."