Batman worried much more about Wally on the field after they started dating.

He knew the redhead could handle himself; he was cunning, much wiser since his youth, and of course he was damn fast.

But he was also innocent and inexperienced in a way, which made the Dark Knight worry almost feverishly night and day. Exactly three months after his worries began, they justified the very next day.

"Batman, there has been a mishap on beta squad's mission," J'onn reported through the man's com.

Dread shot through him, hoping to God that something hadn't happened to Wally- his Wally.

"It's Flash."

His stomach dropped.

"I think you should come up here right away. He is in a great deal of pain."

There was no need for J'onn to add the last part in, as Batman would have come either way. But the fact he had added it made the Caped Crusader's concern spike exponentially.

"Batman?"

"Take me up," his voice shook uncharacteristically as he imagined the red-clad speedster writhing in agony.

"Right away."

After he was teleported, Batman paid little attention to his surroundings. It was just him and the medical bay. Everything in between was unimportant and he didn't even take note.

"Arghhhhh..."

The loud moaning reached Batman's ears before his feet reached the door. This only hastened his step and he yanked open the last barrier which kept him from his lover.

What a sight.

At least six Leaguers were in the room, including John Stewart, Martian Manhunter, and Superman. These two actually stood closest to Flash, who lay like a dying cockroach as spasms of pain shot through his body. His suit in the front was torn from his shoulder to his hip, creating a large gash much too great to comprehend.

Superman noticed the Dark Knight gaping first, and quickly took the excuse to not watch the team's comedian and heart fall victim to a horrific circumstance.

"J'onn has tried to mend his wound but unfortunately it seems to be too tough to handle," he shot an apologetic and worrisome glance backwards. "I'm not sure what we'll do at this point."

Of course, Superman didn't know Batman and Flash were now dating. Actually, no one outside Wayne Manor knew besides Wally (and only because he was in the relationship).

So this next statement came as a surprise, "I'll find him the right medical treatment."

Superman looked at him and widened his eyes, "But Bruce do you really think it's a good idea to move him-"

Flash let out another strangled cry at this point, his voice on the edge of breaking; raw and red.

Batman yanked Superman forward by the front of his cape, "I will bring him back to Earth and hire the best doctors there are. If we leave him here; he'll die."

Superman blinked, stunned to silence by the ferocity of Batman's protectiveness.

But the Dark Knight only narrowed his eyes and released his grip, before moving past the Kryptonian.

The room had fallen silent except for Flash's moans. Everyone watched as Batman sifted through the crowd, and as the crowd in turn, sifted out of his path.

Batman paused when he reached Flash for a moment; his masked eyes registering fear as he gazed at the bloody Leaguer up close.

Flash opened his eyes a little, uttering a muffled "Bruce..." before his breath hitched and he resumed voicing, with higher volume, his pain.

Never had his own named sounded so full of hurt, so agonizingly awful- like a name spoken from a tortured angel. Because that what Wally was to Bruce; something holy and should be held sacred, not crying out in pain. Batman furrowed his brow, wanting nothing more than to kiss the pain away, to take it upon himself and hide it along with his dark past.

Anything to just stop Flash's screams.

Instead, he bent and picked up the speedster, immediately noticing that he was shaking like a leaf in his arms. His head fell back unnaturally and his legs and arms continued to seize.

Batman turned and walked briskly out of the room. He wanted to run, but he didn't want to cause further discomfort to the man in his arms.

"Batman- be sure to update us on his improved status!" John called worriedly after him. Then, louder, "You hear that Hot Shot? You'd better make it!"