Okay, so it was a little weird seeing Bats smiling while still sounding like, well, Bats, but Wally was relieved enough that he could overlook that. Bats must have put two and two together after all and figured out who Wally was, which meant that there was a Flash wherever he was from which would make things a lot easier. It was a bit odd that Bats hadn't already known Wally's secret identity, seeing as he'd been the one to out the three of them to each other way back when the Thanagarians had invaded, but maybe he just... hadn't gotten around to that yet.
The train of thought was starting to lead to uncomfortable territory about time travel and messing with the future and he was pretty sure that if this Bats came from his own past, they probably shouldn't have been talking at all, but... It was Batman, and Wally really, really needed to know that he had a close and trusted friend to talk to here.
"Probably not," Wally agreed with a chuckle. "But he could swing by sometime and give the bat a run for his money, right? Or anyone else in the Justice League for that matter," he added.
The smile faltered when Bruce moved away from the contact though. He hadn't expected him to move. Well, he had but Bats normally let it last for at least a few seconds before moving away - Wally had a private theory that the time was getting slightly longer each time, but wasn't game to time it in case he had to explain what he was doing - he didn't just avoid it altogether.
Wally stumbled, balance thrown off now that Bruce had moved, and came down heavily on his sore knee. The action sent a stab of pain through the joint, enough to make him yelp and jerk backwards, while his other foot slipped on the water-slick tiles and he, having apparently run out of other options, fell over.
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The train of thought was starting to lead to uncomfortable territory about time travel and messing with the future and he was pretty sure that if this Bats came from his own past, they probably shouldn't have been talking at all, but... It was Batman, and Wally really, really needed to know that he had a close and trusted friend to talk to here.
"Probably not," Wally agreed with a chuckle. "But he could swing by sometime and give the bat a run for his money, right? Or anyone else in the Justice League for that matter," he added.
The smile faltered when Bruce moved away from the contact though. He hadn't expected him to move. Well, he had but Bats normally let it last for at least a few seconds before moving away - Wally had a private theory that the time was getting slightly longer each time, but wasn't game to time it in case he had to explain what he was doing - he didn't just avoid it altogether.
Wally stumbled, balance thrown off now that Bruce had moved, and came down heavily on his sore knee. The action sent a stab of pain through the joint, enough to make him yelp and jerk backwards, while his other foot slipped on the water-slick tiles and he, having apparently run out of other options, fell over.