A.N: My third fic ever, but my first Justice League, please forgive any error's I may have made. Sorry if Wally's OOC, that was deliberate.

Summery: AU-ish, Wally ponders his life and all the good things he has. The other founding members ponder Wally. This doesn't really have a place in the continuum.

Disclaimer: No, but I wish I did.


Chapter one:

All I Never Needed;

Wally's point of view.


I always told myself that I never needed anything, or anyone. Friends where over rated, family was a waste of time, and having sentimental attachment to something was like deliberately setting yourself up to be pushed off a cliff; unbearably stupid. That was my aphorism.

When I was younger, before my parents died, I learned the hard way that depending upon someone was a huge mistake. Margaret and Rudolph West, known to the state as my biological parents and legal guardians, cared very little for there only child, and I was left to fend for myself as soon as I could walk. I preferred it that way; a few of my scars, internal and external, are from my parents neglect, but more are from there attention.

When I was nine my parents died, and it was an entire day before I knew, another whole day before I was told how they'd died; car crash. I was sent to live at Central City orphanage because my parents never even mentioned me in there will and the state decided that my Aunt and Uncle's combined income wasn't enough for the both of them and a kid. Child Services did, however, give them weekend custody and decided that I wasn't to be put up for adoption, for some reason or another, effectively keeping me in an agonizing limbo until my eighteenth birthday. Not really a part of a family, but not entirely an outsider, either.

At the orphanage I learned how to put on a mask, how to pretend to trust, how to interact well enough to make acquaintances, if not friends. I also developed a sense of humor, and discovered that comedy was often the best defense against anyone really getting to know you. I never really allowed myself to depend upon anyone there though, I understood that this place and these people where only temporary, they didn't keep me here by choice. I told myself I didn't care, that I was a rock, indifferent to those around me and not needing anything from them.

I learned how to lie to myself at the orphanage to.

I did my best to keep an emotional distance between my last living relatives and myself, but they where persistent, and my walls where pathetic. They wormed there way into my heart, taught me how to enjoy life, how to care, and planted in me a strong need to do the right thing. But as close to them as I became I was still always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And when I was thirteen, five months after I became Kid Flash to Uncle Barry's Flash, it did.

My Aunt Iris was by no means a weak, defenseless person. She was fierce in a way that I can't even begin to describe, but that didn't stop her from getting sick, or wasting away, or dieing. In some ways it only made it worse.

Barry was never the same after that, he threw himself into his work at the police lab and as the Flash, but had very little time for his deceased wife's nephew, I think it was to painful for him. And I pulled back into myself, unsurprised but infinitely heartbroken at this new chapter of my life. After a while Barry was able to pull himself out of it, get back to training me, but things where never quite the same.

When I hit my fourteenth birthday I joined the Teen Titians, and made my first real friend. A boy called Robin, who everyone said was my exact opposite, but he seemed to realize that we had more in common than was first thought. His real name was Richard Grayson, and he was the adopted son of my now teammate Batman, though later he refused to acknowledge the bond. I think he was the first person that saw the darker side of me.

I stayed with the Titians for two years, until my Uncle lost his life saving the world, and I took up the mantle of the Flash. It was a burden and an honor I wasn't sure I deserved, that I'm still not sure I deserve.

Fast forward four years, I'm now a member of the greatest team of superheroes that has ever existed.

I did a good job of pretending that I trusted them right away, but inside I was still telling myself that I didn't need them, that I would be fine on my own, that I didn't care about them.

But they made there slow, steady way through my walls, became the family I never really had, the friends I thought I never needed. Sometimes I wonder if they know how hard it was for me to accept that, for me to accept them, but how could they? Only J'onn is capable of reading minds, and I know he wouldn't delve that deep without my permission unless it was an emergency. Part of me wants to tell them, but mostly I'm content with the way things stand now, and if that changes, someday? Well, then I'll tell them then.

I told my self I didn't need them, and whale I'm not really a religious person, there isn't a day that goes by that I'm not grateful to whatever higher power that may exist that it chose to prove me wrong. That it gave me all I never needed, and more.


A.N: Its crap, isn't it? Total crap. Ugh, I'm sickened by this display of complete and utter crap.