( wally's almost regretting asking jason to hang out or whatever this is, giving him the most agonized roll of his eyes, but this is just the way jason is. dryly: )

Yeah, all the time. In high school, when they were also throwing dodgeballs at my face.

( which he could have dodged but also couldn't because, you know, secret identity. he steps into the clinic, patting the wall for the lightswitch until they blink to life, and drops a bag on one of the counters that contains paper shells and various other items they'll need. it's clear wally's a regular here considering how comfortable he is in pulling various chemicals from shelves, shooting jason a glance over his shoulder to say: )

We're making red, right? I mean, seems the obvious choice.