Speed can do many things for you. It can give you the ability of fast healing. It can give you friends. But it can also give you enemies. And enemies are not the best thing to have. This was supposed to have been an average flash team patrol, but it turned out to be another example of why enemies are really really bad.

The night had started out quiet, the occasional low life thug showing up to try to do some random crime. But it quickly escalated into something more than that. The explosion at the bank could be heard at least a mile away, and they were almost right next to it. Kid Flash quickly started towards the bank before Flash even had a chance to react, getting slow in his old age Kid thought to himself. They both reached the door just as the villain kicked it down. He had a few civilians carrying bags of money towards the getaway car just outside. This man looked like someone you'd cross the street to avoid even without his costume. He was big, and he had this way he stood that was if he was just begging you to come near him so he could break you.

"You must be the local heroes. Laughable outfits. Now, if you'll kindly step out of the way. I have a life you know," The man said, taking a few steps before being grabbed by Barry.

"Well, whoever you are, you should of thought of that before robbing a-" The man grabs The Flash's arm and flips him over his shoulder.

He starts laughing, "The name's Reece."

"That your real name?" Wally says through his laughter.

"Yes."

Reece looks back down at Flash and sees him squirming in his grip. Not a trained fighter like Batman I guess. He breaks his arm, stopping any laughter from Wally.

Wally runs at the man prompting him to lift The Flash to his feet and put his hand around his neck. He twists and all that Wally heard after that was a loud Crack! His eyes blur. He drops to his knees. Reece walks towards him, grabbing him by the neck. He punches him swiftly in the face, knocking Wally out.

And that's all of what I remember leading to me sitting, more like chained here, in a room straight out of Saw. The top half of my costume torn off, including my cowl. I slowly open my eyes as to not give away the fact that I am awake. Remember, I think to myself, you will be rescued if you stall long enough for the team to get to you. I look around for any clue to where I am. The camera in the corner tells me this guy has an okay amount of money, and also my ruse is over and he'll be coming in any second. Just a minute later the door opens and Reece walks in. He just stands there. I stare at him. He stares right back.

"You will be happy to know your suit tracker has been disposed of. Of course eventually your team will find you. But you may not be alive when it happens." Reece says as two men-in what looks like armored morph suits of some kind-wheel a cart of surgical equipment in.

I just stare at him careful not to reveal any form of emotion that could be manipulated. Reece walks up and kneels down making a small incision on my stomach. I grimace in pain. He laughs as he makes the cut larger. He then grabs the pitcher of salt from the table and pours some over the cut. I gasp. Taking his bowie knife out of the sheath he slashes it across my chest. Reece slashes it again making an x. Then, he motions for his men to bring something in.

"My motto for torture is deal as much pain out as possible as fast as possible," He says grinning.

His men return with a plate full of coals. Reece pull the metal rod from them and turns back to me. He lifts the brand-which looks to be something out of the Rorschach test, fitting-and shoves it against my chest. I scream out in pain. He starts twisting it.

"Make it stop! Please," The smell of burning flesh meets my nose and I throw up on myself. The now overwhelming smell causes me to fade out of consciousness.

Reece grabs the bucket of water and splashes it over my head, "This isn't the end of our session yet, Baby Flash" I wince at the use of the Rouges' nickname for me.

"Sorry, I was just getting a little bored," I say through gritted teeth, "It's just the same old thing every time I get kidnapped. Can't you be a little more creative? For my sake?"

He growls and lumbers back over to the cart, grabbing a hammer. Reece removes his overcoat and throws it to one of his men. Lifting the hammer he smashes it into my ribs, breaking at least two of them. When he doesn't get a reaction he goes back and grabs a whip made out of hemp.

"Going pirate style, eh?" He looks at me and grunts, apparently I'm not even worth the words anymore.

Lifting the whip into the air he stares down at me with a menacing glare. The whip makes a loud crack! as it smashes against my stomach. I gasp and let a horrible screech escape my mouth. My body starts vibrating from pure hatred but I stop when he brings it down again. The blood splatters onto him, making him even more intimidating. Reece drops the whip and pulls his knife out again. He stabs it through my stomach. I stare at it trying to convince myself this whole thing was a horrible nightmare. The knife is twisted and then ripped out of my body.

"We are going to start the broadcast soon. Make sure you smile for the camera," Reece says walking out of the room. I look back to the door as two men walk in with a tripod and video camera. They set it up in complete silence.

About fifteen or twenty minutes later Reece walks back in, clicking a button on the camera and smiling towards it. I join him in the smile. A large screen appears on the wall revealing what's happening on the other end of the call. The team's faces reflect the horrors they are seeing. Batman walks forward.

"What are your demands?" He deadpans.

"Just an audience," At that I stop smiling. He turns to me and for the first time I notice his brass knuckles. Reece just starts punching me. Over and over. For ten minutes he just sits there, punching me. Every other punch makes me spit out more and more blood. M'gann looks away, crying. Artemis sits there with her fists clenched. Aqualad walks out. Nightwing has a face to match Batman's.

I start laughing. It seems to make Reece hesitate which is exactly what I want. Give the team enough time to trace the call. Reece walks back to the door, and grabs a canister of gasoline. He starts splashing it on me in large amounts. It isn't even lit and it burns. Some of it gets on my face. He stops, contemplating what to do next. Reece splashes more on my face as if he was an artist making some million dollar painting. He strikes a match and throws it at me. I go up in flames. It doesn't hurt at first, but when it starts to it doesn't stop hurting. My torturer throws water on my lower half, making a horrible hissing sound. He leaves the rest of me on fire. After a minute or two he puts it out. I stare at my teammates. And then, I start laughing again. He takes this as a challenge and pulls his knife out yet again. Reece digs it into my cheek, carving a right sided Glasgow smile into my face.

Looking into the top corner of the screen I see my face, and I start laughing even harder, "Guys, you don't even. Y-you don't even understand the humor of this do you?" I stop laughing. They don't get it, "Guys, I could be the new Joker. And even after this, I'll always be grinning. Always, no matter what."

Batman and Nightwing make eye contact and then disconnect the video. They've traced the call back to us. I win. Reece stares at me and walks out, ordering his men to give me an IV drip, "Awwwwww, Reece you do care," I yell as he leaves.

My team would be here within 48 hours. So I decide after eating that I'd try to get some sleep. Maybe I could help with the escape, I think as I close my eyes.

Water splashes into my face, alarms blaring throughout the building. My team has found me, "Wake up, Kid," Reece yells, "You are going to be my bargaining chip," He says unshackling me.

Just as he finishes his sentence Nightwing and the team come around the corner into the chamber.

"It's over Reece. Your twisted game is through," Nightwing yells.

He laughs, "No, little bird, it has only just begun," Reece says dashing forward and grabbing Nightwing by the neck.

I stumble forward. This is the man who killed my mentor, no, my uncle. The only family I had left, other than Iris. I am going to kill this man, I think vibrating with anger. I start vibrating even faster and I draw my fist back. Gasping, Reece drops Nightwing and looks down at the bloodied fist sticking through his chest. He drops to the concrete as I pull my fist out. I grab onto Robin. The Boy Wonder stares at me like he doesn't even recognize me through all the blood, and then he hugs me. We sit like this for a few second before I collapse from exhaustion and my injuries.