My first YJ fic. Please review. And I promise the next chapter will be longer, and better.

Demon Wolf


Wally West was walking to his uncle's at night, hating that his parents were out of town for the week. He'd called Barry earlier, warning him that he'd be there sometime around 11:30. His plans changed a little bit when he literally stumbled over an unconscience teenager.
"Fuck," the sophmore cussed, crouching down next to the black haired teen. He was dressed in a black beanie, a mask, a black t-shirt, red hoodie, and blue jeans. Wally searched for an ID on the sleeping male. He found a black wallet in his hoodie pocket, inside was half of a Gotham Heights High school ID, name, barcode, and picture broken off.
The kid was obviously a side kick, no one ran around in a mask for no reason, so Wally picked the male up, surprized on how little force it took to pick the mystery guy up and carry him to Barry's house. Wally used his supersonic speed, barely seconds passed until he arrived at his Uncle's door step. He knocked with his knee to wake either Barry or Iris up, since it would near impossible to open the door himself.
About ten minutes later, Barry finally opened the door. Wally ran past him, up to his room. He laid the kid down on his bed, taking his mask off. Barry was in the room with in a milisecond. "Do I want to know what happenned Wally?" He asked.
"I was walking over here, tripped over him, found an ID card for Gotham Heights, and he has to be a hero, or at least a sidekick, because no one walks around in a mask, plus it looks like it could be one of Batman's, maybe Robin's," Wally told his uncle.
Barry looked at the teenager on his nephew's bed, suddenly paling as he studied the sleeping teen. "Yeah, wait for him to wake up, come get me, I'll talk to him," the Flash told his sidekick, leaving the room before letting out a shakey sigh. "Oh my God, he's still alive. What the hell am I gonna do?" Barry thought, returning to bed, though he didn't sleep at all.