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For as much as Wally was praised for his forward-thinking -almost as much as his hair-brained schemes got him yelled at- there were things that hadn’t occurred to him about the seething hawkfish behind him until now. Namely, what would happen if things didn’t pan out with Clark’s pod like they hoped.
Slowing a bit to let Dick catch up, but not slow enough to have Kon listening in, he nonchalantly bumped their shoulders together to grab the other Mer’s attention.
“Hm?”
“ Hey, you know Clark better than I do, right? ”
“ I guess ?” Dick sounded confused, but matched Wally’s volume without missing a beat. “ Why are you asking me this now? ”
“ Well… ” they both looked back at the two younger Mers swimming behind them, Bart talking his usual ten knots a minute and Konnor listening bemusedly, listing a little to his bad side. “ What are the chances that Clark…doesn’t take him in? ”
“ Pretty much zero.” Dick’s words sounded certain, but his tone was a little less so, and he ended up reasoning: “That whole pod is strays anyways, so even if Clark ends up rejecting him, I’m sure somebody would let him stay. ”
“ And what if we’re wrong? I don’t think he’d do all that well with more…anything family-related. ”
“ Well, we can’t not try.” Dick reasoned. “ Clark’s probably the closest thing to a nestmate he’s got out here, and I don’t think Bruce would be amused if I got into his habit of acquiring pups.”
Resignation of the situation settled like lead in Wally’s gut. They were banking a broken pup on the decision of a Mer none of them knew enough about, and Wally really didn’t want to have everything blow up in his face if it went wrong. He had a sneaking suspicion that Kon still blamed him for having to leave his twin, and there was really no other evidence that this whole thing wouldn’t be his fault.
But for now, they had the open sea and a drug out travel ahead of them, all hoping on a stranger for a stranger.