Hey ya'll! How's it going? So I just re-watched Young Justice (again :p) and as I was, I happened to look over some old files on my computer and I happened to find a few story ideas that I had written out for the show and I decided to try publish a few of them. Well I am going to upload a short little chapter here to see what you guys think. If you guys like it enough, let me know and I will for sure continue!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Young Justice (or the Justice League).

Wally West walked sluggishly through the downpour that currently plagued Star City. His arms were crossed over his chest as he tried to retain some form of the warmth that had left his trembling body a long time ago. He was staring down at the sidewalk and not watching what was ahead of him, which had caused the young red head to crash into a few people from time to time but he couldn't bring himself to care. He had too much on his mind to care at the moment and he was more focused on reaching his destination. The fifteen year old rubbed at his eyes as he felt the familiar sting of tears begin to return for what felt like the tenth time that day.

'Now isn't the time to cry.' He thought to himself angrily. 'There is no reason to cry. You're Kid Flash for Heaven's sake. A superhero. Superheros do not cry.'

That's what he kept telling himself. Waly rubbed harshly at his eyes again as he tried to push the events of earlier this afternoon to the back of his mind. He just needed to focus on getting to where he was going and nothing else. Roy's house. That's where he needed to go. Roy would know what to do. Well Roy would take one look at Wally's red, puffy eyes and tell him he was over reacting but the older red head would still know what to do. Besides, Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris were out of town and everyone else he could talk to he didn't know how to.

Wally came up in front of Roy's apartment building a few minutes later and walked right up to the door, pausing

What was he doing here? Was he in the slightest bit overreacting? Maybe it was a bad idea coming here. Yeah. It was. He should just turn back now. That would be better. Before the young redhead could turn around and run off, pretending he had never been on Roy's door step in the first place, he hear a voice behind him.

"So... are you just going to stand there all day or..."

Wally felt himself tense up when he heard that voice. 'Oh no. No no no no no.' He thought to himself. 'I can't let him see me like this. It was a mistake to come here.'

Wally tried running off before his friend could see him but that afternoon's events had left him sluggish and disoriented at best and Roy was too fast for him.

"Wally?" Roy questioned as he tried turning the teen to face him. "Seriously Kid. What..." Roy stopped short when he caught sight of his friend. "What...the hell happened?" The older red head asked, bewildered.

Wally looked terrible and he knew it to. His left eye was swollen, and barely starting to go down, there was a cut on his left brow that had not stopped bleeding and had not yet begun to heal and his arm hurt like hell. Wally wasn't sure how bad it was but he knew the rest of his body was covered in cuts and bruises.

"Wally..." Roy sounded angry and uncertain. Angry at whoever had done this to his 'little brother' and uncertain of how to handle this particular situation. "What the hell happened? Were you on a mission? Was it someone at school? Where's Barry? I..." Roy trailed off feeling his blood begin to boil more and more as he continued to gaze at the young speedster.

Wally brought his hands up to his face. "Uncle Barry is on a mission and… I didn't know who else to go to…"

Roy's eyes narrowed in concern as Wally started to break down. Wally absolutely never cried or showed any negative emotion in front of anyone if he could absolutely help it. Not even in front of Barry. So to see him so upset and lost was unnerving and, Roy didn't handle emotions all that well. He wasn't sure what to do so he slowly reached out a hand to Wally's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"Wally… what happened. Did…" Roy clenched his teeth as a few thoughts crossed his mind. "Who did this to you?"

Wally's sobs became more violent at that.

"Him." He managed to choke out.

That's all Roy needed to hear as he tightened his grip on Wally. He knew it. He was going to kill the speedster's lowlife father. The older red head had never liked Rudolph West. He couldn't think of one person who did. He always had a way of putting Wally down and kicking him when he felt like shit. But Rudolph had never been this bad. Ever. Roy had promised himself that if that bastard ever laid a hand on Wally, he would do everything in his power to get the younger redhead away from his home.

"He… He just got so angry and he started throwing things and then… then he got a hold of me and I tried to get him to st-top. Everything hurts so much Roy."

Roy could barely breathe through all the rage he felt. But he needed to calm down. Losing himself to anger at this point would do no one any good. Especially Wally. That's what Roy had to remember. Wally needed him right now. Not revenge. Roy's chance to for vengeance would come at a later time.

"Let's get you inside and we can talk." Roy said as he slowly, albeit a little hesitantly drew Wally into a one armed hug. "Ok?"

Wally stiffened at the contact thinking it was his dad again. When he realized that it was just Roy and that he was safe he agreed to follow the archer into his house.

"Y-yeah. We need to talk."