Another story so fast! It's only been a day! I was suddenly struck by inspiration, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes because this was written pretty quick. This'll probably end up as a two-shot or a three-shot, it depends on which direction I wanna go with it. The next chapter is already in the works and it should hopefully be up in about a week. I hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: Rape/Non-con, implied child abuse

I'd like to speak with you after school. Come to my office.

The words of his science teacher rang through Wally's head at super speed as he tried to figure out what he did wrong. Did he forget to hand in an assignment? It happened often when he went on a later patrol or a long mission, that could be it. Did he fail the last test? Unlikely. He may miss class and hand in incomplete homework sometimes because of Kid Flash, but he was really good at catching up. Plus, he was kind of a genius.

Science was his second period, so he had the rest of the school day to constantly overthink it. Which means he barely concentrated in his other classes and had a pile of homework that he wasn't able to finish during class time. Thanks Mr. Bates, you rock. Sarcasm intended. Wally did love him as a teacher, but sometimes he can be a little intense. He seems a lot more serious than he his.

By the time Wally finally made it out of his last class, his hands were shaking slightly as he made his way towards Mr. Bates' office. His office was at the end of a hallway on the first floor of Wally's school. The office was one of only three other offices that didn't have windows, so you can't see inside from the hallway. A bunch of Wally's classmates always joked about what the teachers did in those offices since nobody would see them.

When Wally approached the office, he saw that the door was closed. He knocked tentatively right under the plaque that stated his teacher's name. He was still pretty nervous. The last time a teacher had wanted to talk to him after school, they had asked him about his home life. Wally lied, of course, if someone found out then it wouldn't end well for him. The door opened almost immediately to reveal Mr. Bates, a tall figure, at least 6' 5", with short grey hair and an emerging bald spot. He was wearing a white button up dress shirt with a black pinstripe tie tucked into navy blue jeans and dark brown slacks.

"Ah, there you are Wally! Come on in," he said jovially. Wally walked in and sat on the chair facing his teacher's desk. He was mildly aware of the door was being closed behind him. Instead of sitting on the other side of the desk, Mr. Bates brought up a chair right beside Wally. Wally shifted his own chair slightly so he was facing him.

"Uh, not to be rude or anything," Wally said, "but why am I here?"

His teacher chuckled.

"I probably freaked you out a bit, didn't I?"

"Just a bit," Wally joked.

"Well, no need to be scared," Mr. Bates assures, "I'd like to inquire as to why you've missed so many classes lately."

Oh, he thought. Well, he's been going on a lot of longer missions recently as Kid Flash and his dad has been furious about it so he's had to call in sick because of several injuries. He can't say that to his teacher though.

"Uh, well, I've just been really sick," Wally said lamely. Then, he fakes a cough to be more believable. Man, he really needed to ask Dick for lying lessons. Is that even a thing? Cause that would be awesome. Or awe-many? Because if you can have awe-some then awe-many is— never mind. He needed lessons from Dick for that too.

A twinkle of… something appeared in Mr. Bates eyes.

"Well, I suppose you'll just have to make it up to me somehow," he said.

"…What do you mean? I've handed in all my assignments and I've gotten really good marks on all the tests!" he said confusedly. Why would he have to make something up if he didn't miss any assignments?

"You've had so many absences that I'll have to contact your parents," Wally's blood ran cold, he hadn't missed that many had he? "but you're such a good student. Perhaps you can do some extra credit so that it won't come to that?"

"Anything!"

"For starters, Wally, I think that you should be honest with me," Mr. Bates placed his hand on Wally's knee and his voice lowered to a slight whisper, "You and I both know that you aren't missing class because you're sick."

Wally glanced down at his teacher's hand and swallowed nervously.

"W-what do you mean?"

Mr. Bates leaned forward slightly in his chair and brought his hand a little farther up Wally's thigh. Wally shifted uncomfortably. Something wasn't right.

"I've been watching you for a long time, Wally. You're quite… intriguing to me," his teacher leaned closer still and his hand continued to move, ever so slowly, up Wally's thigh, "You think I don't know that you run around in a certain red and yellow costume at about the speed of sound? Or that the bruises on your arms aren't just from your patrols or from 'falling down the stairs'?"

Wally's heart skipped a beat and he flinched under Mr. Bates hand.

"I-I don't know w-what your t-talking about," he stuttered out.

"I'm not stupid Wally, I know the signs of child abuse. As for your alter ego… that took some digging. But don't worry, Your secrets are safe with me as long as you are compliant."

The look on Mr. Bates face was almost predatory when his hand finally reached its destination. Wally whimpered slightly, to his embarrassment, as the hand stroked the flaccid flesh that was there. No, no, no, this didn't happen to superheroes. Not to him. Stop, this is so wrong. But the words he wanted to say didn't come out, he just stared in open mouthed shock at what his teacher was doing.

Wally was then suddenly met with warm and wet lips covering his own, muffling his cry of distress. They moved against his with bruising force and a tongue was shoved into his mouth, exploring it vigorously. The hand continued to clutch and rub his crotch.

Wally, all of a sudden, got his bearings as everything that was happening finally started to hit him. He shoved his chair backwards, away from his teacher, and he stood up quickly while breathing heavily. His lips felt slightly swollen, and his heart was beating erratically in his chest. He was also beginning to feel a little light-headed. Mr. Bates was, unfortunately, in the way of his path to the door.

"W-what the f-fuck are you doing?" Wally meant to yell, but it came out as more of a hoarse whisper. His throat was too dry.

"This is how you make it up to me, Wally,"

Wally sputtered indignantly, "Th-that's not, n-no, you c-can't do that!"

Mr. Bates took a menacing step towards him and they were suddenly inches apart. His teacher seemed to tower over him as he leaned down and whispered in Wally's ear.

"You will come to my office after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tell your parents that you're being tutored for your History class, they will believe you. If you don't come, then I will see to it that everyone knows how weak their hero Kid Flash really is."

In a couple swift movements, Mr. Bates had grabbed his satchel from beside his desk and was out the door. His brisk steps echoed throughout the hallway.

Wally sank down slowly into the chair he had just been in and put his head into his trembling hands. Fifteen minutes and a panic attack later he would be semi-composed and on his way to his house where he would realize that he now has two of his very own personal hells.