A Dark Secret

by Jadewing47

Wally's father abuses him. Thank God for speedster healing, or Wally would be busted. For 11 years Wally has been hiding this, but what happens when Robin starts to catch on, as his healing is stopping? Wally has been acting strange, and Robin's going to get to the bottom of this. Can he and Barry help Wally? Warning: child abuse, mild language. Rated T for child abuse/torture.

1. Chapter 1

A fist connected with Wally's face, a hard kick in the ribs. Then nothing. Was it over? No. The man stomped on Wally's right wrist. Hard. So hard Wally could feel the bone snap. So hard, Wally could hear it crack.

Then he was gone. Wally's blurred vision could slightly make out the large figure of his father's retreating back. "Get out of my sight you filthy piece of shit!" Wally heard.

Using his left hand to balance himself, Wally crawled to the stairs, dragging himself up to the top and into his room.

His strength used up, Wally collapsed onto the floor unconscious.

When Wally awakened, it was midnight. He picked himself off from the floor, shutting his door quietly. He thanked whatever Gods where watching him for granting him the small relief of his father not finding him. Wally knew it would mean another beating if he did.

Wally then dragged himself into the bathroom, glad he had one connected to his room so he would not have to walk into the hallway. That would run the risk of him running into his father again. Wally peeled off his clothes and turned on the water to the shower. So many times he had tested this. But he could not decide if cold water felt better, or warm water felt better to his wounds. He settled with lukewarm, stepping in and letting the cool water run down his back. He could feel his wounds beginning to try and heal, along with the previous ones that were still trying. Shutting off the water, Wally stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and pulling on a pair of soft gray sweatpants and a soft baby blue shirt. The blood from the beating had washed off, But Wally still had his arm to take care of. He quietly thanked Batman for there being no briefing next morning,(and hopefully no mission at all) or should he say this morning? It was already 12:45am...

Wally pulled the medical tape and gauze wrap from the first-aid kit. He wrapped his right arm in gauze and bandage, then taped it off tightly with the medical tape. The cast was flimsy but would work, and it would hide under his sleeve. With that Wally ate some food pills from his emergency stash,(the beating to his ribs made it impossible to eat real food) knowing it would speed up his healing factor, and sank into his bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.