The Batpoint Paradox

What The Hell am I Doing Here?

*Wally
When a tense, possibly inebriated, Roy Harper summoned me to interrogation room F (rooms B-E were used for storage) though I noted upon entering the small space that this one did have a multitude of boxes and bins stacked against the back wall. However before I could ponder the implications of that fact my attention drifted to the other two occupants of the room, I don't know what exactly I'd been expecting when Roy informed me my presence was required in interrogation, maybe one of my rouges? Another speedster perhaps? Pretty much anything seemed more within the realm of possibility than walking in on a stone faced Wonder-Woman gazing intently at a cuffed Dick Grayson who sat staring grimly at the other hero's golden lasso where it encircled the younger man's right forearm, just above the silver shackle. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit my initial reaction was an irrational wave of gut-wrenching panic, so intense I momentarily forgot to breathe. I stood shock-still as my baffled, terror stricken brain struggled to process the sight of my girlfriend's Demi-goddess, warrior-princess sister/mentor interrogating the man who happened to be the main object of my badly repressed, secret shame-filled desires. Thankfully being a speedster came with more than a few useful advantages one of which really came in handy in moments like this, by the time either of them had even processed my presence in the small room I had fully recovered, my face showing no evidence of my initial alarm or fear. I'd gone through nearly every possible reason I could think of for what was going on here, and while I couldn't say with any real certainty what the actual reason was, I was reasonably sure that is was not anything to do with the inexplicable pull I felt towards the beautiful man before me. A man I had no business finding so much more alluring than the woman I'm supposed to be madly in love with, a woman I am tremendously fortunate to even have in the first place. Head in the game Wally, I reminded myself before allowing my perception to slow and addressing Diana in a calm, collected tone of voice.
"Someone call for the best looking Flash?" I say with a playful wink, "What can I do for my second favorite Amazon today?" I grin broadly, projecting a cheerful, unworried attitude to mask my lingering anxiety.
In response I see Diana's stern demeanor soften ever so slightly at my usual upbeat attitude, I notice though that Dick on the other hand doesn't seem to be falling for my shit, his already pinched expression growing just a little bit tighter while his eyes narrow in my direction. I swallow nervously and look away from that far too perceptive sapphire gaze, focusing my attention back on Diana as she answers my question.
"I believe a the presence of a Flash was requested, yes, thank you for coming, you see we seem to have something of a situation on our hands here, I do not know what, if anything that Mr.Harper said to you on the matter when he requested your aid, but I think it best if Richard here fills you in. Though I admit that despite the use of my lasso I still find myself struggling to believe the truthfulness of what Richard has told us about this situation."
I feel my forehead wrinkle in confusion at the Amazon's words and find myself glancing between her and Dick in bewilderment.
"Okay, I'm really not sure what's going on here, so how about you start this explanation with why Arsenal is in handcuffs and needed to undergo questioning with the lasso in the first place?" I ask the two of them seriously, but before either of them gets a chance to speak Roy Harper chooses this moment to reveal that he has been monitoring us from elsewhere as he taps into the sound system and answers my question himself.
"Oh well earlier today we apprehended one of the criminals that were attempting to steal the phantom-zone projector, and what do you know, he turned out to be one of the bat criminals we've been hunting for the last few months, the one called 'Red Hood'. From interrogating Hood we were told that apparently my brother is none other than the Batman himself, though we were unable to question Hood further after he divulged this information, as what I am now certain was a well planned diversion to free the man in question, pulled us away."
I suck in an alarmed breath of air as I turn to gaze questioningly at Dick, a man who I know logically that I do not personally know very well at all, despite how less rational parts of my being might feel.
"Is that true Dick?" I find myself asking the man, somehow feeling so much more betrayed than I logically should.
Dick flinches at my tone, looking as though I've somehow caused him physical pain.
"Yes, it's true, but it's not what you think Wally, I swear I would never purposefully try to hurt you," he coughs nervously before quickly amending, "ah any of you, I would never want to hurt any of you, the League and the Titans are my family." The man says pleadingly.
"Hah, family right, but not family like the other bats right? None of us mean as much to you as they do, because they're your brothers." Roy's disembodied voice remarks bitterly.
"You care for them more than you do about any of the rest of us, isn't that right Dickie? Name just one of these people who you claim to love like family who is more important to you than any of them." Roy seethes angrily.
Dick's face twists painfully, he clenches his fists and bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, but is helplessly compelled to answer Roy's question no matter how much he clearly doesn't want to.
"W—-Wal—-Wally." The name, my name, forcefully tears itself from Dick's bloody lips as he does his best to look somewhere, anywhere but at me as we all gape at him in stunned silence.
When I'm able to find the ability speak several agonizingly long moments after Dick's unwilling confession the only thing I can think to ask is,
"Why?"