The darkness, the calming night in the city. That is, it was calm. Until everything went to hell.
In an alley of Gotham city the speedster laid beaten and bloody. Both his legs had been broken, badly. No way to fight or escape wally was defenseless. The thugs had broken his communicator. Unable to contact his team, the justice league, not even his uncle barry these men had total control.
Knocked around, punched, kicked. Broken. Beaten than thrown to the ground; "Is this?"
"How could this have happened?" The young hero whimpers. "Shut-up kid! Or you won't see the sun rise. You shouldv'e just left your friend to his fate." "N-no. I let him down. How could I have let this happen?" Wally thought. "Can we finish him off now boss? No. But why?; we already have him he's finished! Trust me you'll have another shot at him. For now you boys are finished with the brat. And his friends? Stay where their at. Now let's go."
As quickly as they came they left. Alone, left for dead, frightened wally had no energy … or the will to move let alone try and cry out for help. Those strangers beat him so badly they broke a few of his ribs one in particular was pressing up against his lung any longer and it would have been punctured by now he'd be even closer to death. "So is this how it's going to end? Beaten down by a bunch of run-of-the-mill crooks! Great. Just great! Everything was finally starting to go my way.