(Hello! I am going to make a Nightmares chat, if you’ve seen my first, but this has come to me a couple times, and I wanted to put it to use! Everyone has more modern/fancy clothes - which I didn’t write to be too fancy because I just can’t - electricity and everything, but the idea of marriage is still the same as the older timeline. Have fun, enjoy, and please take care of yourself! Not for other people, but at least for you.)

Wally never saw much interest in going other than the races. He was part of the Flash household, although he wasn’t competing for the Prince’s hand. That was another speedster’s job. He was really only going to watch.

The families competing were the Flashes, the Supers, and the Lanterns. He didn’t know the names of the competitors, or really anything, honestly. Just the family and Prince that they were trying to win: Grayson of the Bats. That was it. One of four brothers.

They all gathered in the massive throne room, and being one of the higher-ups (thanks to Barry) he got to go up front, getting a good look at King Bruce, Queen Selina, and princes. He saw the two youngest brothers, Tim, who was eleven, and Damian, fighting each other from their thrones. Damian was being far too violent for nine years old.

Then he saw the middle/second eldest sibling, Jason, sitting sideways in his throne, leaning his elbow against the arm of the chair and resting his head in his hand, legs thrown over the other arm and looking uninterested. He looked about fifteen, although he’d been told he was only fourteen.

Then he saw the eldest: and, as stupid and corny as it seemed, he was not prepared. He had bright blue eyes, pitch black hair, and dressed up in fancy clothes that he clearly did not want to be in. Blue sleeveless turtleneck and flared pants, and jewelry everywhere anyone could look. Earrings, two necklaces (one choker, and another with longer chain) bracelets, and a thin headband. The sixteen year old clearly didn’t want to be present.

God, he was beautiful.