Sorry about this if you don't like it. But it's the weekend, just got home, moved a half an hour away so I don't know anyone here, it's raining outside and, well, that's all I can blame this little oneshot on. If you do like it, however, please review!

P.S I own nothing except a 3.00 plastic gumball machine with no gumballs. I do have 5 gum, though...

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The First Sign

"So- daydreaming. The first sign." A deep voice said. A woman chuckled lightly at his side. Batman glanced up from his brooding, to see Green Lantern and Hawkgirl smiling knowingly at The Flash, who suddenly looked embarrassed and trapped.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He told John with a slight smirk. Hawkgirl laughed.

"Then you're dumber then you look."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." Flash told her with a laugh. Hawkgirl nodded with a serious look on her face.

"Thanks- I wouldn't want to get in a scrap with you." Flash grinned.

"You bet your butt! I'm one hundred and forty-two pounds of fast muscle!" Before Hawkgirl could respond with a smile, or a scowl, John broke in and inquired,

"So... who's the lucky gal whose won your affections?" Flash blushed beneath his mask, and squirmed beneath John's gaze.

"It's a secret?" He offered. John laughed.

"No. No it's not. I want to know." He raised an eyebrow. "If you tell me... you can talk about whatever show you're obsessed with this time."

"So my tastes change- is that a crime?" Flash asked with a smile, once again swaying the conversation, Bruce noticed.

"Just saying!" John told him, pulling up his hands in mock defense. "Going from the teletubbies to Dexter, that serial killer guy, is kind of a stretch!"

"I never watched teletubbies." Flash replied huffily. "It was something else. That just looked like teletubbies."

"What is-" Before Hawkgirl could finish her question, John broke in.

"Just tell me what they're like." Flash sighed dramatically.

"Fine. The person I like has short black hair, and the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen." Batman wished he hadn't listened. He was interested in what Flash said, usually, unless it was about his latest crush. So far, he had looked wistful for a week or so, meaning that he had taken one week before that to see whoever he liked, another week to fall in love, and this week was when one could notice he was daydreaming about his latest love.

"Sounds cute," John remarked, before getting slapped in the arm by a smirking Hawkgirl. "Sorry! So-" He began to turn back to Flash."Is she-" He glanced about the room, and noticed Flash had left. He turned to Batman for help.

"Left as soon as she hit you and you turned." he clarified. "He doesn't want to talk."

"I gathered, great Dark Knight Detective," John replied sarcastically. "Thanks. Did you happen to see which way he went?"

"A Dark Knight Detective keeps valuable information to himself sometimes." Bruce replied. He then returned to his brooding. So. Flash had another crush. But usually, he would go on and on and on about his crush, mentioning every detail. Why was this one different? Maybe- Batman glared at the floor instead of gazing at it contemplatively. Maybe he actually liked this one enough to want to take things slow?

Although Batman was emotionless when faced with the Flash, Bruce Wayne was giggling, blushing, and calling up his phone just to hear his voice, essentially, like a little school girl. The fact of the matter was that Batman, and Bruce Wayne, both... 'liked' The Flash. So, when Flash decided to stop talking about the girl he liked, and instead decided to run out of the room: Batman, and Bruce Wayne, were both interested. And, despite how they tried to hide it, kind of sad. With Flash in love, they'd never be able to tell him the truth, though they doubted they would ever be able to in the long run...


Wally slid onto his couch.

"God, what a day." he muttered to himself, pushing his hair back in fatigue. "First G.L and Hawkgirl are on my case, then the labs..." He threw his head back and groaned, "I need caffeine!" He grabbed the remote, and stamped a few random buttons until the small T.V flickered to life.

"And though these children have had difficult lives, they deserve lives with this simple equation: Love, plus a happy home. Hopefully, with this grant, these kids can live in a home that is helpful, and nurturing, until they find the parents that will love them unconditionally, like they deserve."

Wally sat up, raptured by the deep voice. On the screen, the man bent over, and handed a large check to a small woman in a burgundy suit.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne. Those at the Cookieville Orphanage appreciate this donation more then I can put into words."

Bruce Wayne smiled his signature grin, that showed off his handsome face. He and the woman stood still as cameras caught their pose then he stood. Wally smiled at him, pulling the pillow to the left to his chest, marveling at the kindness the millionaire possessed, and at the civility of his charm. And he couldn't help but think that his short hair was a wonderful shade of black that shined under the flashes of the paparazzi. And that his eyes were the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen.

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Yep! That was it. I just felt like writing something short before I write the next chapter of Tick and Tock, cause I swear I'll finish that. But, yea. Just wanted to see if I could write a story like this, because I tried it before, but...yea...so... R&R! If you liked it, I mean. If you didn't, sorry...