Don't Speed On By °~Wally West (Kid Flash) X Reader~°

Chapter 45

Serious question: Do you guys really want a love triangle? Really, I've been trying to avoid one, but if you want I guess I could try one...

Wally tensed and his eyes wandered over to where mine were resting. Heatwave sat there, stooped over a cup of steaming coffee, reading a paper. He had a bald head and scraggly, black facial hair.

How did I know it was Heatwave? Robin had found a mug shot of him, and he looked the exact same. Also, the fire in me was screaming bloody murder at the dude, so it must've been him.

Wally took a sip of soda, slowly turning back to the booth. "What do we do? We can't exactly confront him here..." I bit my lip, thinking. Suddenly, I had an idea. I whispered it to Wally and his face lit up with appreciation. "Sure thing!"

He stood up and sauntered over to where Heatwave was not paying attention, and suddenly tripped over a passing waitress. He slammed into the table, causing the whole cup of coffee to splash onto him. Heatwave yelped and jumped up, cursing and pushing the table away.

"Oh, geez, I'm so sorry!" Wally cried, shoving napkins into the man's face, making him even madder. "Such a clutz- such a clutz!" He sped wiped off Heatwave's face, and I could practically see the steam pouring from his ears.

I could barely keep back my laughter. Heatwave grabbed Wally's wrist roughly and threw it down by Wally's side, his lips pulling into a snarl."You wanna say sorry kid, we'll do this outside."

"Gotta catch me first!" Wally laughed, blurring out. Heatwave cursed loudly and followed after him. I hailed a waiter and told him I'd be right back, then dashed out after them.

Wally was on top of a roof, grinning. "What's wrong, Heatwave? Got cold feet?"

"Wally, that was the worst anti-pun I've ever heard. So not whelmed." I heard Robin say over the intercom, causing me to chuckle.

The 'anti-pun' seemed to grate on Heatwave's nerves, terrible or not. He reached for the holster at his side (not-so-cleverly concealed by a poncho. I mean really, a poncho? Only Daryl Dixon can poncho.). I ran up behind him and shot a blast of flame at his unprotected back and flamethrower cord.

He wheeled around as the flames bounced off his fireproof clothing. "You!"

"You!" I mocked. "Yeah, I'm me. Wanna piece of me?"

I watched Wally behind him, speeding around, getting ready for the trap. Heatwave shot a flame at me, but I dove to the side. The heat singed my back and caused sweat to boil out of my pores.

Wally zoomed down and around Heatwave as he shot blast after blast of fire, but it just got swept away in the air tornado. Suddenly a ton (literally, ton in weight) fell onto Heatwave, stopping him in his tracks.

"Great job, guys!" Robin called from his place beside Superboy on Sphere. "We got him!"

Wally rushed over to me as I panted, holding my singed arm. "You know what that means, babe?"

"What?" I asked.

"You're part of the Young Justice team again!" I squealed and kissed Wally. I couldn't have ever been happier.