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“So… where are we?”
“Don’t worry about it,”
God, Robin’s such a bitch to work with. He can barely take another minute of walking around this stupid dingy warehouse. At least the view is nice? Honestly, Kid doesn’t even know if that makes up for all those biting dismissals. If only he wasn’t such a jerk, then maybe this would be a decently good time.
But Wally doesn’t get that; instead he trips over something. Once he’s up, suddenly this warehouse isn’t nearly as dingy as before and Robin is about three times more annoyed. He really did himself in with this one. Looking down he sees the source of his fall: a wire. He was definitely getting screamed at after this one. Just like the past four times they got paired up for surveillance.
When he looks back up there’s a screen coming from the ceiling.
“Hey, was that there before?” he whispers.
“No, Kid Trash, maybe if you payed attention you’d know that,” Robin immediately shoots back. Scratch that, he’s getting screamed at AND excommunicated.
But he has to get back at Robin.
“Look, I just fell, cut me some slack. At least I can get the job done quick instead of waiting around for hours-“
He’s immediately cut off by the TV that is no longer static.
“Hello Ti- oh there’s only”-the figure leans in to look at them-“two of you. That’s new.”
“Just tell us your plan, Control Freak!” Robin spits the name out like it’s rotting in his mouth. Whoever this ugly red-headed guy is, they clearly have history. Kid Flash, on the other hand, doesn’t even know how he got into this situation.
“Fine, fine, I’ll cut to the chase,” the man waves a hand dismissively, “You Titans reminded me of one of my favorite franchises with your little desert escapade last month. I’ve even outfitted this warehouse with the mechanism of my favorite scene! Good luck, eh, Robin and whoever that is.” The TV cuts back to static, but not before they hear echoing whispers in the background.
“Does he usually have friends?”
“Quite the opposite, we’re gonna have to get creative”
“You know we have communicators, right?”
Robin turns to glare at him. He holds up the yellow device- the screen is red.
“He’s been in the game long enough to know to jam the signal. Unlike you.” Robin sighs and turns back around, putting the communicator back in his belt.
Specifically the pocket by his hip. His cocked hip that definitely isn’t wrapped in a surprisingly flattering pair of leggings. That Kid definitely isn’t staring straight at.
“Is it just me, or does this room seem smaller than before?”
That shrill voice is one of the only things physically able to pull his attention from his, ahem, scenic view. As prompted, Kid Flash looks around the large room. Only to find it’s much less large now. In fact, if his observations are right, they’re in some hot water.
“Shit.” The curse slips out about as fast as it can. Which, for a member of the Flash family, is very fast.
“What?!” Robin whips his head around.
“The walls.”
“What about the walls?”
“They’re closing in on us.” He can barely breathe enough to say it.
Robin starts to get closer. God his sweat smells nice. He needs him away from him. So, naturally, Wally shoves him.
“I swear to-“ Robin screams at him before pausing, “Why are you shaking? It’s Control Freak, not Trigon.”
“I’m claustrophobic.” he hears Robin swear under his breath before looking around yet again.
“Look,” the team leader is for once acting the part. “I’m not sure if we’ll make it out of this one with all the Titans out of town, so you might want to start accepting some things.”
“That is not what I want to hear right now!”
“No duh, Kid, but it is what it is. I’m not gonna lie to keep you happy.”
He hates how right Robin is. The walls are coming in alarmingly fast. At this point the massive warehouse is now the size of a bedroom, with him marking one corner and his companion the opposite one.
Fuck. He’s gonna die here. He’s gonna die, alone, at 19 with nobody around him but his longtime rival (and crush). These are his last moments. He really should’ve made a will. Who’s gonna take up his mantle? Why didn’t he even enroll in college? He’s got about three hundred bucket list items he hasn’t crossed off.
Robin keeps pacing throughout the room, boots softly thudding with every half-inch the walls move in. At this point it’s a walk in closet. And you know what? Wallace Rudolph West isn’t going to die a coward.
Robin stops pacing when he hits a wall. His eyes are closed and scrunched from the impact- this is his moment. He can cross something off his bucket list. This is the one thing he can rest easy knowing he did.
So, as his last action, he grabs Robin by the chin and kisses him. A bit badly, a bit awkwardly, but they’re about to be crushed anyways. But they don’t get crushed. In fact, when Robin pulls back, tomato faced and sputtering, all Kid Flash notices is that they’re still alive. The walls stopped. In fact, they’re…. retreating?
Turns out he does have to face consequences for this. Before he can be murdered in broad daylight that stupid TV comes back. This time, the faces on it are familiar.
“Hello friends!” Starfire adjusts the camera to not show the fighting in the background, “We are back and have apprehended the Control Freak.”
Robin sighs next to him, sagging down after being tensed up for what seemed like hours.
“Thanks, Star. That was a close one”
“None of the problems!”
The monitor shuts off and goes back into the ceiling. He’s really in for it now. Wally looks back at his companion fearfully. There’s something on his face that he can’t quite place. The other man sighs before waving him over.
“Cmon, let’s get out of here”
He follows.