Maybe going to a party after a mission wasn’t the best idea , because now here you were , bent over against a wall , puking your guts out in the back of an alleyway. Wally leaned against the opposite wall , sighing. he was sent to take you back to the cave.

Everyone knew it. You knew it. Alcohol was basically a priority in your life, taken after Daddy dearest. You hated it. No one ever faces you in the face about it. No one wanted to.

“ I mean, Why is it always fuckin’ me who has to be here? I got better shit to do than watch you vomit out half your damn stomach. ” He says, angrily. “ Sorry. It’s not you. It’s Dick. ”