(Based off of a chapter from the ao3 fic Ruffled Robin. It’s fantastic, you should definitely read it! This is meant as more of a platonic Birdflash, although I absolutely ship it, but make it whatever you want! Have fun and take care of yourself!)

Wally couldn’t remember being warm anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time Robin was warm. Well, he could. But he couldn’t remember how being warm actually felt.

They’d just escaped some wild, crazy lab. They both had burns from the place exploding right in the middle of nowhere, which he was pretty sure was somewhere in Alaska, and he couldn’t tell if the frigid temperatures were helping the burns or not.

Robin was currently clinging to his side, shaking like lettuce in a salad spinner. Or a leaf in the wind. Or a thirteen year old boy in a blizzard that was reaching below zero. They were continuously stumbling and lurching, before pulling each other back up. Every time they fell, getting up got harder.

And topping it off, he was empty. And he was pretty sure his stomach was about to eat his insides. He had used the last of his speed to get them out of the lab, which had been barely enough. And now, anytime he even attempted to call on the speedforce, his stomach ached with starvation. He couldn’t run, couldn’t warm himself up like he would normally be able to, and neither of them had any extra snacks that they usually kept in case he ran out.

So yes, they were royally, properly, no-doubt-about-it-ly, fucked.