The exorcism of Lady M A BatFlash fic shared

Wally made a face. "You have seen me at my worst already, I just want to be clean." He was refering to the past days of his deatox. He had sucreeted almost every kind of bodily fluid, seeing him naked wouldn't be so different.

"Fine. I'll carry you." Bruce said, moving his arms around the man. He lifted the man up, carrying him bridal style to the Bathroom.

Wally blushed slightly when Bruce picked him up, and carried him to the bathroom. "Thank you."

Bruce grunted as he put Flash into the tub. Helping the man peel away he sweat-soaked clothing, "Water temperature preference?"

Wally helped him remove his clothes. "Aslong as it's not cold I'm fine."

"Hn." Bruce grunted out, moving the water to a warm temperature.

Wally waited till the bath tub was filled, he looked at his hands. "Do I look like a skeleton?" He asked Bruce, noting that his hands looked bonier than usual.

Bruce looked the man over, it was an honest question but Bruce did take his time to absorb the information that was Wally's body. He was lean, normal for any speedster. He wasn't emaciated but more... toned and twitchy than usual.

"I don't see what you're talking about?" Bruce couldn't see it, or rather didn't want to? His eyes kept running along his chest, down to his abs, to his lean, muscled legs.

He looked at Bruce, then back at his hands. "Never mind then. I just though I had lost alot of weight."

Bruce nodded, the pills usually did that. Sometimes it morphed your view on your own body, "I do not see anything wrong, though that may be a side-effect of the pills." Bruce mused aloud, grabbing another rolling chair and sat on it moving next to Wally in the tub.

Wally nodded. "Maybe." He took the sponge, slowly soaping it up, starting to wash himself. Though his muscels ached.

Bruce wasn't sure at the moment what to do. Part of him wanted to ask Wally for the sponge to let him do it himself, since he could see the ache and his muscles protesting the moment... while another part found the previous thought to be disgusting pervert. Almost calling him a pedophile.

Wally winced, taking a break from using the sponge. His arms were aching if he kept them lifted for too long.

Bruce squashed his minor mental rambling to help, "Do you mind?" He asked about washing the man that seemed to be in too much pain to do it himself.

He looked at Bruce, nodding silently and handing him the sponge. "Thanks."

Bruce moved, covering the sponge with soap before moving it to Wally's back. He moved the sponge in small, tight, lightly pressured circles along his back to clean as well as release the built up tension in his body.

Wally let out a small moan, liking what Bruce was doing. Also he was glad that he was getting clean again, after so many days of being dirty and going through withdrawal, this newly foud clarity was refreshing. He just hoped he could keep it up and not fall again.

Bruce almost smirked, Wally couldn't see him but the... noise he made was intoxicating to Bruce. The man suddenly wanted the noise again. He pressed a bit deeper and harder in the circles, the tension relieved in a bit harsher but more soothing way. Bruce internally wished that would be the ticket for a moan. That intoxicating noise.

He felt Bruce press harder, it felt so good, he let out another moan, feeling his muscels realx under the mans touch. He closed his eyes, enjoying the treatment.

"I didn't know you liked it rough." Bruce stated, moving a bit lower, pushing a bit harder for those beautiful moans to escape from his throat.

Wally suddenly opened his eyes in surprise, and slowly turned to look at the man. "W-what do you mean by that?" He tensed up a bit, feeling confused. He couldn't deny he liked Bruces treatment, but did he like it like that?

Bruce moved his hand, raising an eyebrow, "I'm clearly stating your moaning. Thought I'd state the obvious."

Wally blushed, quickly turning his face away, hiding his red cheeks. "I-I can stop moaning if that's what you want..."

"It doesn't bother me." Bruce said, almost quickly. God Damn it if Wally decided never to moan for him again he'd... wait, where did this line of thought come from? Why was he... no, Wally was married and had a child on the way. This... this was wrong, all of it. He'd leave Wally alone after Bruce found him mentally capable of helping himself.

"It doesn't?" He asked almost innocently as he turned to look at Bruce again. He blushed a bit, forgetting that the older man could see his face.