Sorry for any typos and/or medical mistakes. Not a doctor, just a college student that is way to obsessed with superhero shows from 15 years ago and shipping gay couples... anyway I hope you enjoy!

It had been a quick and easy fight; over less than an hour after receiving the call from the Metropolis police that the Justice League's assistance was required. The Flash had just finished handing the criminal over to the police when he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun firing behind him. Immediately, the world around him seemed to slow down. In reality, he had just sped up. He turned away from the officer, who had been reaching his hand out to shake his own, but now was almost completely still. Wally looked to the source of the sound, the top of an old abandoned warehouse. On the roof, mostly hidden from view, was a red and silver figure.

'Deadshot', Wally thought. His vision followed the path of the assassin's weapon, and saw it was pointing toward the rest of his team. They were gathered in the middle of the street, talking amongst themselves about the battle while waiting for the Flash to return. He had barely been gone thirty seconds. Even surveying the situation in superspeed didn't stop the bullet from traveling towards it's target at a quick pace. Wally's heart dropped into his stomach when he realized who it was directed at.

Without another thought, Wally took off across the pavement. He skillfully avoided any debris from the battle, all without taking his focus off of the bullet. There weren't many things faster than a speeding bullet, luckily for him, he was one of the few exceptions. At the last possible moment, he put himself between the lead projectile and the man he loved more than anything, turning to look at him at the same time. The older man hadn't even reacted yet, none of the others had either, with the exception of Superman. The Man of Steel had just turned his head enough to see what was about to happen, and his face became a mix of concern, disbelief, and horror. He had comprehended what was happening slower than Wally did, which was a shame. Everyone probably would have preferred someone who was quite literally bulletproof to be in this position. Wally didn't mind though. He would do anything to protect this man.

When the bullet collided with the left side of his upper back, his eyes flew open behind the white lenses of his cowl, a breath he didn't know he was holding was forced out of his lungs, and he instinctively reached out and grabbed hold of the muscular arms in front of him to stop himself from collapsing. In what seemed like slow motion, he felt the bullet tear through his body. He chose to ignore the fact that the bullet hadn't come back out. Instead he looked up to the face of Bruce Wayne, The Batman.

It had only been half a second since the gun was fired.

It was like a switch was flipped, and everything around him sped back up to normal. He felt strong, familiar arms grab hold of him, which he was grateful for, as his legs had decided they couldn't support his weight anymore. He slumped forward against the black material of the batsuit, his forehead resting on the symbol that was stitched into the center of the man's chest. He closed his eyes and was about to let the darkness take over when he heard a shout from directly above his head.

"Flash!" His lover's deep voice got his attention, and he slowly lifted his head to look at the man supporting him. The look on Bruce's face was one of the most heartbreaking things he had ever seen. He, and possibly nobody else, except Alfred, had even seen the dark-haired man look so...distraught. Even with the cowl covering his eyes and the top half of his face, he could tell just how terrified the older man was. Bruce was afraid he was going to lose another person that he loved, watch them as they died right in front of him. He felt Bruce's grip tighten on his arm and waist as he lowered them both to the ground as gently as he could. He immediately began running his hands all over Wally's body, trying to locate the wound. He stopped when his gloved fingers came in contact with the bloody wound on the man's back, and he heard his lover gasp in pain. The redhead's breathing was strangled and uneven, sounding as if he wasn't getting near enough oxygen.

"God, Wally, what were you thinking?!" Bruce whispered, partially to himself, quiet enough that none of the police could hear. He ignored Wally's groans of protest as he held the bleeding man against his chest so he could apply pressure the wound. Sometimes Bruce wished that the speedster he'd grown so fond of would take the time to think things through. If he had done that, he would remember that the batsuit included a kevlar vest, which provided a lot more protection from bullets than spandex.

"I-I'll be fi-" Wally's weak, raspy voice was cut off, as he couldn't get enough air to speak properly. His skin was quickly losing its color and becoming very pale, the red blood staining his lips providing a sharp contrast. John Stewart rushed to the side of his best friend, anger and concern radiating off of him. He noticed the blood and it took all of his military training not to panic.

"Shit, it must have punctured his lung!" Bruce ignored him, having already figured that out. He called out for Superman, who was already on his way over after sending Deadshot through a brick wall. Shayera and Diana were dealing with him now. Batman's grip on the fallen hero tightened, one arm around his back holding pressure on the wound, the other behind his neck, holding the speedster's head to his shoulder. As Superman quickly approached, he leaned down to whisper to his lover.

"Hang on. We're going to take care of you. You'll be alright. I can't lose you." Bruce was vaguely aware he was saying anything that came to his mind but he didn't care. Superman came to a stop and kneeled down next to the two and reached to take the injured man, and Bruce instinctively held on even tighter. Clark was surprised and concerned, as this was not normal Batman behavior. He never let his personal emotions stop something necessary from being done. Clark looked from Bruce, to Wally, then to J'onn. The martian's monotone voice came next.

"He does not have much time. We must get him to the Watchtower immediately." Those words seemed to shake Bruce to his core, and he finally handed over the speedster to his friend and teammate. They all noticed that Wally had lost consciousness in the moments before the exchange, as he was completely limp in Clark's arms, blood staining his already red uniform. John pointed out that their was no exit wound, meaning the bullet was still inside his chest. Bruce managed to compose himself enough to give a command:

"Go. Now."

Clark gave him a sharp nod and he and J'onn took off for the Watchtower medbay. John placed a supportive hand on the Dark Knight's shoulder, but Bruce didn't notice it. He kept his eyes on the retreating figures for as long as he could before they were too far away for a human to see. In the pit of his stomach he felt worry and dread, afraid that would be the last time he ever saw the love of his life.

Soooo, if you are interested in another chapter, seeing if Wally survives and him and Bruce reuniting, leave a review!