Author's Note: Hey Everyone I'm back! and i brought a new friend with me :D lilmissfashionista! I'm sorry I've been away so long, my hiatus is over now! My computer still has the virus -_-' but my family issue is over for now at least.
Anyway here is a new series about Flash and Kid Flash! This is for fun, I will also take request. This will mostly focus on Barry and Wally, but others will appear as well. So please enjoy :)
Summary: Speedsters hate cars. Reason #1
Warning: Uh...Pissed off Iris
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Young Justice!
Chapter One: Car Alarm
Sleeping was definitely one of Wally's favorite pastimes; it was relaxing. He didn't have to worry about evil villains, missions, school, or anything, really.
Wally shivered, burying himself further under his comforter, before letting out a heavy sigh.
The speedster jerked awake from his slumber, hearing the irritating and garishly loud sound of a car alarm. He let out a small groan, pulling the comforter over his head, a futile attempt to block out the noise. His arm snaked out from under his covers his hand hitting his nightstand looking for his phone, and after a few moments, said object was in his grasp. Squinting at the bright light from his phone he grumbled at the time.
Fighting his way out of his comforter, Wally rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Getting up, he realized that until that car alarm stopped, it would be a perfect time to make a quick trip to the get a late midnight snack.
Clumsily stumbling down the hallway, the speedster relied on muscle memory to get downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and looking at the contents, he wrinkled his nose. His aunt was trying to get them to eat healthier by saying phrases like, 'fast food is bad,' or, 'it will catch up with you,' but that didn't mean there couldn't be a few sweets to snack on.
Grabbing the only thing that looked appetizing at the moment, he took a seat on the counter and began to pull the skin off the banana.
Wally glanced up, hearing heavy, clumsy footsteps, then seeing Uncle Barry walk into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck.
"Hey Kid," Barry yawned as he opened the fridge.
Wally only gave a tired grunt, taking another bite of his banana.
"How long has that alarm been going off?" Barry asked taking a loud bite of an apple, lazily leaning against the counter.
"Whose car is it?"
Barry quickly grasped his nephew's arm preventing him from falling off the counter; falling asleep there was dangerous.
"Come on, let's get you back to bed," Barry said, leading the sleepy speedster up the stairs.
Barry made sure Wally was in bed, covering him with his comforter, receiving a contented, peaceful sigh as a thank you. The car alarm then stopped, and Barry threw a quick glance at the clock.
He gave Wally's flaming hair a gentle ruffle before heading off to bed himself, thankful that that annoying alarm was gone.
Wally jerked awake, hearing that stupid car alarm again, looking at his phone. He moaned seeing, what time it was.
He grabbed his pillow, wrapping it around his head in hopes to block out the sound, but the alarm didn't get quieter at all.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I hate cars!"
When the alarm finally stopped, he threw one last glance at the clock before he fell back asleep; the bright green numbers burned his eyes, but he was able to make out the time before he fell asleep.
Once again, Wally had managed to get back into his favorite pastime, sleeping. Silence rang through the house, making it easier for the speedster to sleep even better.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Wally hissed, looking at his clock again.
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he again wrapped his pillow around his head. Hearing footsteps outside of his room, he quickly untangled himself from his comforter and opened his door, only catching a glimpse of his uncle turn the corner to go down the stairs.
Using his super-speed he caught up with his uncle just as he walked out onto the dimly lit porch.
"What are you doing, Uncle Barry?"
"Seeing whose car it is."
The two speedster made their way down the stairs and surveyed the streets, their eyes finally falling on the car that was causing all the trouble.
"Oh no…" Wally breathed out, "Not him..."
"Let's go, Wally."
"I'm not going over there!"
Barry looked down at his nephew. "Yes, you are."
"No! That guy hates me, just because my basketball rolled into this precious garden! And I haven't seen that basketball since!"
Barry rolled his eyes and literally dragged his nephew across the street to the doorstep of the man's door.
"Wally!" Barry said, trying to pry the young speedster's long, lanky arms off of the mailbox.
"I don't want to, he's creepy! He looks like Dr. Phil!" Wally yelped when his arms were removed from his lifeline –the mailbox.
Barry had finally managed to get his nephew to the porch by grabbing the back of his shirt before he could run away. "Stay put." Barry smirked, hearing his nephew grumble about his basketball and how his neighbor was creepy.
The young red-head shifted his weight from foot to foot; he did not like this neighbor. Not one bit. Wally had seen the guy on his porch, watching him with his beady eyes. Every time Wally was outside, sure enough this old guy was sitting on his porch.
Watching his uncle knock on the door, he bit his lip, prepared to hear the man mouth off at them for disturbing him at such an ungodly hour in the morning.
The door opened revealing a large man, known in the neighborhood as Mr. Weaver, though Wally called him Dr. Phil, because he was dead ringer for the television host.
"What the hell are you doing at my door at this time, Allen?" Mr. Weaver growled, his murderous gaze then falling on Wally, "Why are you here?"
Barry narrowed his eyes, seeing the look the man was giving Wally. "Your car alarm keeps going off, and everyone has work in the morning, and Wally has school," Barry explained, trying to be as polite as possible. "We can't sleep with your car going off."
"Not my problem," Mr. Weaver spat, specks of saliva splattering onto Barry's face. "Get off my property!" He then promptly slammed the door in their faces, and just like that, the alarm stopped.
"That went well," Barry said.
"Oh yeah, it went fantastic," Wally said sarcastically. "I told you that guy hates me."
Barry smiled ruffling Wally's hair, which the younger speedster scowled at. "Just get some rest, Kid."
"No problem there, Uncle Barry."
"'night, Kid." A grumble about the annoying car alarm was the response that Barry received from his tired nephew. "Fine, don't say goodnight. I see how it is"
Wally smiled as he shut his bedroom door and slowly crawled back into bed. Snuggling under his comforter, he let out a heavy sigh before his eyes slowly slid shut.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Wally slammed his fist into his pillow out of sheer frustration and reached for his phone, then heading back outside.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Wally frantically repeated as he stood out on the porch.
"Wally, do you have any idea of what time it is?" Dick hissed tiredly.
"Yeah, actually, I do. It's 4:24 a.m. here, and since you're in Eastern Daylight Time, it's 5:24 a.m. where you are," Wally shot back.
"…why are you calling me?"
"How do you disarm a car alarm?"
"With the key…"
"What if you don't have the key?"
"Why do you need to know this?"
"'Cause this damn car alarm has been going off since one in the morning!"
"Sucks to be you."
"Help me out, Dick!"
Wally's jaw dropped; his best friend just hung up on him! "I'm going to kill you, Dick Grayson," Wally growled through clenched teeth.
Wally stared at the ceiling. He couldn't fall asleep; he had tried everything, and his aunt was going to wake him up soon so he could finish his homework, eat, get in his morning jog (five laps around the world), shower, eat again, and take a 'short' nap before he had to run off to the hellhole that society calls school.
The alarm reached his ears once again.
"That's it!" Wally growled, jumping out of bed and barreling over to his door. He then opened it and caught a glimpse of his uncle, which didn't surprise him. Wally quickly caught up with Barry, and the two headed outside.
The two speedsters glared at the car that caused all this trouble, the alarm obnoxiously blaring.
"What should we do?" Barry asked.
"Take it apart?" Wally suggested.
Barry only raised his eyebrow.
Mondays were no one's friend, except for Iris Allen, who absolutely loved Mondays. It was a chance to get a fresh start to a new week of challenges at work, and keeping the two Central City speedsters in line.
The two speedster were always getting into trouble, doing something to either annoy the neighbors, making a mess doing a 'chemistry experiment' or just being Barry and Wally, who Iris sometimes called 'Dumb and Dumber'.
Iris had just finished getting ready, nudging her husband for the tenth time that morning to get up. "Barry, you and Wally need to go for your morning run," Iris whispered softly.
Barry only buried his face into the pillow, mumbling about an ice cream withdrawal.
She let out a frustrated sigh. Getting the older Flash out of bed was hard, but getting the younger speedster out of bed was like pulling teeth. Iris headed towards his nephew's room, making her way over to his bed, then nudging him.
Wally responded by grumbling and retreating under his comforters.
"Get up, Wally, and get Barry up while you're at it," Iris said yanking the comforter off the young speedster, who shivered at the sudden loss of his comforter. The speedster's arm searched for his comforter before curling in a ball to make himself warm again.
"You boys are so lazy," Iris huffed, quietly draping the comforter back over her nephew, who let out a content sigh as a gesture of thanks.
Iris shook her head; she was going to give up on them this day. Normally, the two were out the door right when she woke them up, but today was a day they wanted to sleep in, so why not let them? If they were late for anything, it would be their own faults.
Walking out of her house, Iris paused, seeing a burly cop in front of her home, talking to her neighbor, who was waving his hand wildly in the air, gesticulating at something. She slowly made her way over to see what the problem was.
"How am I going to get to work with my car like this?" the man barked at the officer.
The officer rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Sir, I don't know what to tell you, but we will find the person responsible for taking your car apart," the officer replied, annoyance lacing his tone.
Iris turned her attention to what used to be a car, pieces in a neat pile. Immediately, she knew who the culprits were. She spun around and walked back into the house.
"Barry Allen! Wally West!" Iris yelled up the stairs, "Get down here right this instant!"
A moment went by with no noise or movement coming form the speedsters upstairs, so Iris screamed, "Now!"
"Why are you yelling?" Wally yawned, sluggishly making his way down the stairs, Barry not far behind him.
"Mind explaining what happened to our neighbor's car?" Iris asked.
The two stiffened, looking at each other and then looking at her, "Uh…" they both said in unison.
Iris crossed her arms, glaring at them both intensely.
"That car's alarm has been going off since one in the morning! We couldn't sleep at all!" Wally cried.
"It's true," Barry confirmed. "It was going off twice every hour!"
"So, you took apart his car?"
"It was the only way to make it stop," Wally said, whining slightly.
"You couldn't ask him to turn it off?"
"We did," Barry said, "but he slammed the door in our faces!"
Iris rubbed her forehead and let out an annoyed sigh. "You're both grounded."
"What?" the two squeaked.
"Aunt Iris, come on!" Wally said in disbelief, the whining in his tone more pronounced than before, following her into the kitchen, "Please don't do this!"
"Yeah! You can't ground me! Wally, yes," Barry said, also following Iris into the kitchen, "but I'm an adult!"
"Dude! The adult card?" Wally cried out, not believing that his uncle was trying to save himself and not both of them. "Help me out here!"
"No, you took apart our neighbor's car! No videogames, no midnight runs, nothing until further notice, and you both have a curfew for your grounding!" Iris retorted.
Barry and Wally looked at each other, then back at Iris with expressions of absolute horror. "B-b-b-but-"
"No more buts. Anymore lip, and I will find a way to contact Batman and tell him you are both grounded from superhero duty until I say so," Iris snapped,
The horrified expressions only grew on the speedsters, and if it were possible, their dropped jaws would have hit the floor at this point. She wasn't bluffing. What Iris said, goes; she was the law of the Allen household.
"Anyways, I didn't even hear the car alarm. You two could making it up, for all I know" Iris said
in a serious tone.
"Aunt Iris, a bomb could go off next to you, and you still wouldn't hear it."
Both speedsters flinched under her glare.
"Wait for me, Uncle Barry!"
"Barry Allen! Wally West! Get back here right now!"
Author's Note: This is based off a true story, we didn't take apart my neighbors car, but he police were called, that wasn't a fun night, and my twin sister just slept right through it! :) if OOC i don't care I'm going by what i remember happened! Thank you so much lilmiss! You're awesome! Remember I am also going to try and do request, if you have one please PM me!
In The Grave will be updated on Friday or Monday, i've think I have left you hangng long enough :D
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