[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. I can't seem to want to stay with one story right now…? I really love Wykkydflash/Kydflash however and there needs to be more of it. Warning if you're sensitive to depressing topics.]
Kyd Wykkyd sat alone in a prison cell, frustratingly knocking the back of his head against the wall he was sat on. He'd been subdued by the Titans nineteen days ago, but really who was counting, and thrown into his same musty prison cell like an unwanted rodent.
A few months ago, the Titans had finally gotten smart. Every time the Titans captured Kyd Wykkyd, he would simply teleport away from the sad prison as soon as they turned their back - he was also the means of escape for the rest of the H.I.V.E. five. The Titans, along with Star Labs, had finally developed a technology that tempered Kyd's teleporting abilities.
So in the cell he sat, honestly wondering how he let his life get to this point. Because of the side effects of the technology, when Kyd did manage to escape it usually took him weeks to gain his normal control of teleporting. Because of this, he was kicked out of the H.I.V.E. five - now only four. He understood why, and he wasn't angry. He was no use to the 'five' and really was only holding them back at that point. But it still hurt - the five were the only people he thought he could trust. It wasn't just him that was upset either - his close friend SeeMore had almost gotten himself killed trying to stand up to their new so-called 'leader' Private HIVE.
That wasn't even the worst of it. After being kicked out, he had no place to stay, no food to eat, he could still barely regain his sense of powers. That led to some...bad places. Depressing, painful, sick places that he never wanted to go back to. In his head, he really did deserve all this. He deserved to rot in a jail cell with no friends or family or even acquaintances to miss him.
He at least wished they'd given him more decent clothing. True, he did get 'better' treatment than the other prisoners considering his 'instability'. While most prisoners wore ugly, obnoxiously colored orange jumpsuits, Kyd Wykkyd wore a baggy, sweaty pair of beige-ish white pants and a shirt that resembled a scrub uniform. Okay - maybe that wasn't something to complain about, but he needed to get his mind out of his own sorrow for a while.
"Aw, is that you Kyddie cat? They finally caught you huh?" Came an annoyingly familiar voice.
Kyd's head whipped up in angry surprise at the superhero standing just outside his cell. Red flaming hair, eyes the color of fear - Kid Flash. He did not need this right now.
Kyd turned away from the hero again, hoping with everything that he'd just take the hint and go away. No such luck of course. Kid Flash continued with this flawed attempts to get Kyd's attention again, most attempts ending in Kyd just glaring at him and flipping him off.
Kid Flash stopped for just a moment, thinking about how next to get a rise out of his silent kind-of companion. Then, Flash noticed all the things that were...off, about Kyd Wykkyd.
His hair was a complete mess - mussed up and dirty like some dog's. Kyd's clothing was dirty too, like it'd been the only thing he'd worn in a while. And his face - Kid Flash could just barely make out the outline of the side of his face from where he was. He had terrible drowsy bags under his eyes, and his cheeks looked almost sunken in. He was skinny too - much skinnier than Kid Flash was used to or thought was healthy. The way he held himself...and his eyes…
Kid Flash was so used to this angry, confident Kyd Wykkyd that never backed down unless forced too. He always his this spark inside that was just begging someone to pick a fight with him. But now - now Kyd Wykkyd was left like a hollow shell.
What on Earth had the prison guards been doing to him?
Kid Flash easily fazed through the prison bars. He walked up to Kyd Wykkyd slowly, like Wykkyd was a frightened animal who might pounce. At this point that's the nicest thing he could compare the villain to.
Kyd Wykkyd's head snapped up at Kid Flash the moment he took a step into his cell and he looked...scared. So, so very scared. His eyes only grew wider and his hands only shook more with every step Flash took towards him, and Flash began to see tears, real tears, pricking the fearsome Kyd Wykkyd's eyes.
"What happened to you…" Kid Flash muttered under his breath as he abandoned the slow and steady tactic to instead just embrace the shaken villain. Kyd Wykkyd stiffened at the contact and surprised both himself and Kid Flash when he felt hot tears roll down his face and onto Flash's shoulder. He didn't feel himself sobbing - he just felt cold and numb and, more than anything, alone.
"M'sorry." Kyd muttered as he pushed Kid Flash away weakly.
Kid Flash took a seat on the cold floor across from Kyd Wykkyd, cross legged with his shoulder hunched to get a better look at the villain.
"What happened to you? Who did this?" Kid Flash asked finally, surprising even himself with the amount of compassion in his voice.
"Myself." Kyd Wykkyd replied somberly, his head hanging down and his dirty hair hanging low over his face.
Kyd Wykkyd broke down and explained everything the minute Kid Flash put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn't once glance up from the dirty floor, too prideful to let Kid Flash see him cry. After it was all through with, there was dead silence in the room besides Kid Flash's steady breathing and his movements as he embraced Wykkyd again.
"I...I-I never even...wanted this…" Kyd whispered between sobs, his voice broken and cracking from all the crying he'd done in the past twenty four hours. Kid Flash didn't know what to do other than to let him talk and continue rubbing his back in a soothing motion.
"I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS!" Kyd Wykkyd screamed, barely being able to breathe between all the desperate sobs and not really caring if he did stop breathing at that point.
When Kyd Wykkyd did finally calm down, he fell limp in Kid Flash's arms. Kid Flash softly moved his still mussed ebony hair away from his face, finding Kyd Wykkyd asleep. Kid Flash tried as hard as he could to lay Kyd Wykkyd in his cot like cell bed without waking him, and sped off as soon as he was sure Kyd was asleep.
"I need files on the villain Kyd Wykkyd, stat." Kid Flash said to the almost asleep guard in front of the door to the file room of the prison. The guard was jolted awake by the strangely serious Kid Flash and quickly gave him the file number.
"History of depression, history of self harm, history of abandonment, kicked out of the H.I.V.E. Five after being called 'useless', seemingly attempting to...to starve himself! What…?" Kid Flash read angrily off the police report. Every few weeks the guards of the prison wrote a full analysis on the prisoner's status' but apparently didn't care enough to do anything about it.
Kid Flash felt sick. No one deserved to go through something like this - villain or not.
"Phillip - I need you to give this to prisoner Z928 tomorrow after he wakes up. It's urgent and only to be read by him." Kid Flash said to the guard outside of the file room again.
He was going to fix this.
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