If You're Sure Batman/Flash/Superman R

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Title: If You're Sure
Author: amejisuto
Pairing: Batman/Flash/Superman pre-slash
Fandom: DC Comics, toon!verse.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: None really. Mild mention of voyeurism.
Summary: Wally turns a disadvantage into an advantage...of a sort.
Prompt: Sweat
Word Count: 500
Written for slashthedrabble and posted at my own journal and jl_fic.
Beta'd by the wonderful kitty_poker1. Thank you so much love!
Notes: A while back, sasha_anu challenged me to write Bat/Flash/Supes. Since I challenged her to write Spike/Xander at some point in the future, I figured I needed to live up to my end of the bargain. So here you go! No, it's not porn, sorry but it's pre-slash and nekkid Wally! Nekkid Flash is a good thing!



If You're Sure



There was one thing that made being the Fastest Man Alive a pain in the ass. It wasn't the fact that his metabolism made him eat almost constantly to make up for calories burned. And it wasn't the fact that he got bored easily and therefore had a short attention span. Nope, the most annoying part of being superfast was the fact that he sweated like a pig. Think about it -- when you run, you sweat. Now imagine being able to run faster than the speed of light.

Yeah. There wasn't a deodorant in the world that could help. And when you're in a big fight with the likes of Grodd or, god forbid, Murmur, it's not like you're gonna ask to be excused so you can go shower.

But Wally was never one to obsess over stuff like that. He was a glass half full, making lemonade, life was too short kind of guy. If that made the guys in the League think he was a flake, well, so be it. Being a speedster, Wally knew all too well about how fast life could pass you by and that you had to enjoy it when you had the chance. Seize the day.

Too bad he couldn't pound that into some of the other Leaguers. Like, oh say, a certain brooding Bat and the Big Blue Boy Scout that had one of the biggest guilt complexes Wally had ever seen. Sure, the guy was Superman but he couldn't save everyone. Yeah, it was sucky but that's how life worked.

This was where Wally turned his sweat into lemonade, or rather where he used it to his advantage. See, there was nothing he liked better than getting back to the Watchtower after a mission, especially if those two were around. Because no matter if it was on Earth or in orbit, a locker room was a locker room, and Wally? Had enough self confidence to go strutting through the rows of lockers, his hair matted with sweat and the smallest towel thrown around his hips as he went for a shower.

Oh, sure, Beetle and Booster would make comments, but when didn't they? John had looked just once and gotten flustered. GL was a great friend and a good soldier but he was so het it hurt.

Still, Wally could almost always feel eyes on him, and he made sure to give them a show. Even if the locker room was empty he felt them watching. Because, let's face it, ol' Bats probably had the place rigged with so many cameras and sat up in his room watching them in the dark like the freak he was, and Wally wouldn't want to disappoint him.

And Clark? Those deep blue eyes of his could see through walls. He could be three rooms away and still be getting a peek.

And one day, Wally was sure one or both of them would break.

Then they could conserve water and shower together.