This is my first fanfiction, so... yeah. Be nice. No flames. They will be used to blow things up for my amusement.
*9/28/15* This chapter was updated. It used to be like... 750 words. Now it's over 1200.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my little bunny rabbit and this awful cold I currently have.

Wally felt strange and fuzzy all over. He was laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling of the Watch Tower. His Flash uniform seemed loose and airy. As if it was 10 sizes too large. He had been talking to Green Lantern when a bright white light had filled the hall, and everything went spiraling into darkness. That was the last thing he remembered. he slowly got up, arms and legs shorter than he remembered. It was difficult to get up and one of his arms felt slightly numb. When he stood up, his suit fell down around his knees. He pulled it up, blushing, and looking around. He only saw the rest of the people who had been on that level, and they were all unconscious. One of his eyes wouldn't open. What had happened? He went over to the nearest reflective surface, which happened to be a computer screen. He looked at his face, and what he saw he almost couldn't comprehend.

His face was mottled with multicolored bruises all in various stages of healing. Some were black and blue, others a sickly green and yellow. All hurt. Then he noticed his arm, which was starting to throb in sync with his fast heart beat. He let out a strangled gasp of horror. His arm was obviously broken, a jagged break with a small bit of bone sticking out of his wrist like a strange growth. He felt nausea swell in his chest and he almost threw up. Something stirred in the back of his memory, and his eyes widened. This had happened before.

Flashback

Wally was 5. The beatings had just started to get bad. Wally insisted in his mind that it was just a phase. That was the only thing that got him through it. His mother was on a business trip so it was just him and his father. Wally had accidentally set a place for his mother and Rudolph hadn't liked that. He'd pushed Wally into a bookcase and started yelling obscenities. After the beating, Wally was covered in bruises and his arm felt wrong. His father then opened the door to the basement and threw him down. He had bounced several times, before laying still, unmoving. However, he was still conscious and could feel each stab of pain as he almost bled out. His father had noticed that Wally wouldn't last much longer without proper medical attention. He had grabbed the phone and called for an ambulance, pretending to be a panicked father whose child had just fallen down the stairs. He deserved an Oscar.

The light had drawn other leaguers from the floors that weren't effected. Batman and Wonder Woman got to the level first. Diana gasped when she saw dozens of unconscious heroes sprawled out on the floor. She was even more surprised when she saw a little child, around 5 or 6, looking at himself with such self-loathing that it broke her heart and made her want to rescue him. She then noticed the loose Flash costume draped over the boy's shoulders. The red hair was also a dead give away. That little boy was Wally.

Not only had Wally's physicality changed to that of his 5 year old self, he also had some mental traits. He went through a phase at 5 most went through when they were in their teens. He had a lot of self esteem issues. That wasn't really that much of a surprise, but he was 5. He hated himself with such an intensity, that even the most emotionally blind people would notice. Even though the physical abuse had started around that age, the verbal and emotional abuse had been around his whole life. He had started to believe it. He was a worthless waste of space that deserved what was coming to him. It had taken Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris around 3 years to get him to truly believe, 100%, that it had been Rudolph's fault. He wasn't thinking that now. Seeing the old injuries littering his small frame, he forgot all of that and could only see what was in front of him. A weak child who was unloved and unwanted.

Batman had Wonder Woman start checking out the unconscious leaguers while Bruce approached the small speedster. As he got closer, he could feel the hate radiating off of the man's small frame in such intense waves, it made him flinch slightly. Wally finally noticed and flinched away, terrified, even as a glint of recognition flashed in his eyes. Bruce slowly lifted his arms, as not to startle Wally, and put them behind his head so Wally would be able to get away if Bruce ever decided to make a move. He wouldn't, but he knew Wally needed to know he was safe. Wally inched away slowly, hiding his face with his good arm. Bruce slowly lowered his arms, crouching down, palms flat on the ground. Bruce slowly started to make his way to the speedster.

"Wally?" Flash was overwhelmed, and two identical waterfalls of tears started to snake their way down his cheeks, creating a trail through the blood. Diana looked up when Bruce had called out, and noticed that Wally was crying. She stopped trying to wake up John, and slowly made her way over to the duo. When she approached, Wally scrambled back, momentarily forgetting about his broken arm. He put his arm down to push him away, and the bones grated against each other painfully, drawing even more blood from the wound on his wrist. Wally screamed out in pain, startling several of the leaguers slowly waking back up. Wally continued to back up, holding his arm to his chest. Some of the other heroes had woken up and they were greeted with a young, beaten child in the Flash's costume crawling away while bawling his eyes out.

"I'm sorry!" Wally was wailing.

"I didn't mean too! Please forgive me!" Diana and the other leaguers were confused. However, Bruce knew what the signs meant. He had dealt with too many cases like these. Wally was starting to hyperventilate, unused to all the attention and concern. The others were approaching and it was stressing the young boy out.

"Everyone back up!" Bruce whisper yelled, knowing actual yelling wouldn't help the situation at all. The leaguers were obviously hesitant, but did as commanded.

"Wally, we're not going to hurt you." Everyone was surprised by the calm, gentle, and soothing tone of voice the Dark Knight used. All were used to the gruff and uncaring voice he always used when talking in costume. Wally, while still scared, had stopped moving. The rest of the heroes were shocked that Flash was so vulnerable as a child, so scared.

"Let's fix your arm. It'll make it feel better. Do you want that?" Wally nodded slightly, obviously hesitant.

"... you won't hurt me... right?" Wally's voice was barely a whisper, only heard because everything was so silent in space.

"I'd never hurt you." Bruce slowly picked up Wally, mindful of his injuries, and headed out.

There you go! Chapter 1! I don't know how long this is going to be, but yeah. Review in that little box right below this. Yeah! Reviews are my life! I'm not going to be one of those authors that are like, "5 reviews = 1 chappie." I will post no matter what, but it would make me post faster. I plan on posting once a week, but no promises. I swear at least once a month though.