The exorcism of Lady M A BatFlash fic shared

"Not at all." Bruce said fluidly, smirking at the blush that rose on Wally's cheeks. It lasted a moment before it disappeared into the abyss known as his stoic face.

Wally saw the smirk. It confused him, making him blush even more. He wanted to ask why Bruce had smirked like that, but decided not to. He looked away.

Bruce just went back to washing Wally, giving those smaller, tight, hard circles to relieve the tension that surrounded the strained muscles.

Wally let Bruce wash him in silence. The silence made him kind of nervous. After Bruce was done washing him, he slowly stood up, taking support ftom the wall.

Bruce turned, frowning away from Wally as he moved and grabbed a towel. Was what they were doing that weird that is could cause the never-stop-talking male to become over quiet? Bruce removed the emotion from his face grabbing a towel, "Here." He said roughly, trying not to feel that ebbing pain in his chest.

Wally took the towel, and wrapped it around himself. "Thank you Bruce." He got out of the bath tub. He looked Bruce a bit shyly, smiling at his slightly. He wanted to break the silence, but his head couldn't come up with anything smart to say. Why did it have to be smart? He didn't know, he wanted to sound smarter suddenly. Why was that? He looked away, his thoughts disturbing him suddenly.

Bruce curiously watched Wally's inner monologue, the emotions that seemed to contort on his face were mildly amusing.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Bruce asked, with a hint of amusement, knowing he hadn't but he was pushing all the right buttons to have.

Wally looked up at the man and blinked few times fast. "Ummm.. no... I just feel shy suddenly...." He said a bit ashamed.

"Wallace West, shy?" Bruce asked almost a bit perplexed by the statement.

"Shy?" He said with a hint of disbelief.

Wally blushed from the teasing and made a pouty face. "Stop it..."

"I'm not sure if I should say it's completely adorable or shocking." Bruce continued onward with his teasing.

Wally pouted more. "Well neither sounds good to me."

"Both sound great to me." Bruce said blinking, almost frowning at his sudden talkativeness.

Wally looked at Bruce. "Really? How come?" He asked looking at the older man with a childlike confusion.

"Just does." Bruce said suddenly clamming up again.

Wally studied the older man, as he clammed up again. He decided to try to be the old Wally again. He smirked, and walked closer to Bruce. "If I didn't know better I would say you have the hots for me." He said teasingly.

"Weren't you the one moaning under my touch?" Wally had created the challenge and Bruce had fired back a rebuttal. Bruce would wait for his victory smirk.

"And who was making me moan?" He asked slyly raising his eyebrow.

"I could always do it again." Bruce's voice went lower, saying it in almost a threatening manor.

Wallys eyes widened. "Oh? How?" He sid, quickly recovering his playful tone.

Bruce gave Wally a bored look, "It's almost like you're begging for it, Wallace. Does Dinah not satisfy you enough?"

The palyful look on his face slowly vanished. That was below the belt. He took a step away from Bruce, clearly hurt.

Bruce winced, not really meaning to say that. He had gotten caught up in the moment, "I'm sorry." Bruce stated clearly, letting Wally know he was. And not to get used to the words, since that was a once in a life time saying.

Wally looked up at Bruce, he knew the man didn't say sorry that often. "That really hurt you know." He said trying his best to smile it off, failing miserably. He looked away, clenching his hand into a fist, all the hurt that he had had before the detox bubbling up again.

Bruce moved a hand to Wally's shoulder, throwing his pride out to the wind, "I didn't mean it like that, Wallace... er Wally."