Yes, Wally is the mole in this. But it's not going to be as straight forward as that and hopefully I'll actually get round to writing the rest! More should be explained in later chapters, this is just the prologue.

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Betrayal is a funny thing. It causes you to wonder how good of a person you are, whether you belong wherever you are, whether you deserve the life you've been blessed with. It's not a good feeling, and an even worse one when you have to look in the eyes of the very people you are betraying whilst doing so.

This means that it's especially hard for one Wallace Rudolph West to smash the crowbar into the back of Artemis Lian Crock's head, especially if he would have to look into her warm brown eyes at the same time. So it's easier, in a way, to do it while she's turned away, the blonde ponytail facing him.

The bar makes a horrible sound as it collides with her head, Artemis' body going limp and falling to the floor immediately. Wally takes a moment to breathe deeply and stare in slight shock at what he's just done, the hair of the girl he's just knocked out already tinged with some blood red liquid. Oh god, he's made her bleed. That wasn't supposed to happen. He can see it shining on the crowbar under the light of the dodgy bulb overhead as it flickers, almost as though knowing what's about to go down.

It only takes seconds (but seconds feel like forever to him) for one of the other members to respond.

Wally? a panicked voice echoes in his head – Miss Martian. She sounds worried, which is understandable. Artemis will have just dropped out the link, after all. Are you and Artemis okay? I can't sense her mind anymore.

It's this panicked declaration that manages to bring him out of his own little world of guilt, hoping that M'Gann won't be able to sense his remorse. She's good at knowing emotions, too good, and too often has he felt guilt only to see the Martian staring in confusion at him. She's never called him out on it, but it's been a main worry of his that she'd eventually go to the Justice League about the emotions of his she has picked up on.

Still – there'll be no point in hiding soon. Today's the day, after all.

We're both fine, he responds, while systematically removing all of Artemis' weapons – her bows and arrows, the knife he knows she keeps in her left boot. He feels slightly awkward, wiggling the shoe off and tipping it upside down, but, sure enough, the small sharp object comes tumbling up and he snatches it from the cold, hard ground. I don't know why you can't sense her. She's definitely awake.

There's silence over the mental link for a couple seconds, Wally holding his breath the entire time. He just hopes M'Gann won't somehow realise that he's lying, or any of the others. It's hard to lie to them every day, especially Robin, who is doubtless wondering what could have caused Artemis to have dropped off the link. The others can all hear their conversation, he's sure, but none of them seem to find it interesting enough to join in, and they can't risk trying to contact Artemis over the comms to check if she's okay.

Much to Wally's relief, M'Gann chooses to believe him.

Well… if you're sure

Of course I'm sure, beautiful, he insists, speeding out of the room with Artemis unconscious inside and locking the door behind him. The two of us'll head over to you now. There's nothing here, anyway.

Except that there is something here. There's a whole stash of Velocity 9 packed into storage crates underground, right beneath this very warehouse, ready for the Wests to collect and distribute. There are people who work for his family outside, ready and waiting for his call to come and collect the members of his team, the ones he's about to betray – not that they know that. That is, after all, the whole point of betrayal.

But still – even though this is what his whole life has been dedicated towards, even though he's been preparing for this moment ever since he was ten, it still doesn't seem real.

Artemis' weapons are stashed in a box close to him, and he hopes that, should she wake up and somehow get out, she won't find them.

If she does, well, he'll have to fight her. And as much as he doesn't want to fight them, to even hurt them in the slightest, it is sickening easy to use the same crowbar to smack down on Kaldur's head, who is facing the other way and staring at a doorway for some odd reason. Aqualad goes down in a similar way to Artemis, the blood already staining his light blonde hair, body falling to the floor before he can fight back in any way, and Wally just hopes he hasn't killed him.

He grabs the weapons he knows Kaldur has, feels bad about knowing that he has them (because that implies trust, something he's betraying) and throws them far, far behind him.

"Wally?" M'Gann's voice asks, and he looks up just in time to realise that her voice is not in his head. Then he notices the confusion written on her face, the way she's standing in the doorway, and oh right, Kaldur was waiting for her to emerge. "What are you…?" She trails off as her eyes fall on the Atlantean's limp form, then they flicker between that and the crowbar Wally's still holding in his hands. Right. He'd forgotten about that.

"This is not what it looks like," he promises, even though it's exactly what it looks like and both of them know it. He can feel her distress through the link, and just prays that she won't tell the others of his betrayal before he can knock her out.

Luckily for him, M'Gann is so shocked by the sight in front of her that she barely reacts, hardly at all, to him darting forwards and slamming the same crowbar (stained with the blood of two, soon to be another, and oh god he better not be hitting too hard) on the top of her vibrant red hair. Her eyes go blank, still, and he thinks that it's so much harder when you have to look them in the eye.

Her body falls in what seems to be like slow motion, but the whole world is that way for him. She's the first one he tries to catch, sliding his arms underneath her still form and gently laying her on the hard floor below. Wally knows that she'll be one of the most hurt by this, but also the one that might ever be able to forgive him and, somehow, that makes it worse.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, feeling numb both from the shock of how cold he's being and the sudden absence of the others in his mind. Then he raises himself up, staring down and M'Gann and just knowing that she's too sweet and too kind to ever carry needless weapons on her, and hopes that she won't wake up before he leaves.

Walking away is harder than it should be, and he has to force himself not to look back at either still body, reminding himself to just carry on with the mission the way he's supposed to.

Next is Robin.

It's vitally important that he gets rid of Robin next, because he has a certain something in his utility belt that Wally needs to take down Superboy, and Super boy is Superboy and miles stronger than Wally could ever hope to be. It's just luck that Dick (Robin, he reminds himself) has exactly what he's after and, despite Conner and Rob currently being paired up, he's fast enough to zoom in and grab the Kryptonite before either of them can do anything.

And that's exactly what he does.

Conner has fast enough perceptions that he notices Wally running beside Robin and slamming the crowbar into his ribs. Said speedster feels horrible the entire time, knowing that this is his best friend that he's injuring and the crowbar was probably horribly hard, but there's no time for remorse now.

It only takes a couple of seconds to yank the Kryptonite from inside Robin's utility belt and dash over to Conner, dodging the clone's swipe and hurling the glowing green rock at him. Superboy falls, and it's disorientating since Conner's meant to be strong, the strongest of all them, and yet here he is, lying defeated on the floor.

"Wally," Conner says with pure confusion, sounding so vulnerable that Wally actually stops and stares for a couple seconds. "Why?"

Wally hesitates, because he can't explain why, they'd never understand, and he doesn't want to answer so he brings the crowbar down on Conner.

Only a couple minutes later (though that seems like so long to a speedster) a bunch of people come flooding in, at the head of them his father. Rudolph West looks grimly satisfied in his suit, smiling under his moustache at the sight of several of Wally's incapacitated team members.

"You did good, son," Rudy informs, and Wally can't help but beam with pride.

That doesn't stop him from feeling guilty in the smallest part of his heart.


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