I do not own DC Universe, Det. Blake Hayes and Victor Lennox are mine.

It only get more intense from here folks. Rated M for maturity.

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Wally stared at the black bag on the table, still zipped shut. He'd stopped crying. Frank had bundled him up in a blanket and offered to take him home, but Wally had told him to bring him to the morgue. Frank had tried to argue, but Wally wouldn't budge so Frank had begrudgingly taken him to the hospital. Where he was now, staring at the body of his best friend.

The medical examiner knew Wally, he'd placed a reassuring hand on Wally's shoulder and left him alone for a moment. As Blake's listed next of kin, Wally had to officially identify the body before they could proceed with any type of investigation. He heard the door open on the other side of the room, looking up he wasn't surprised at who he saw.

"I should have known you'd know before I called you." Bruce Wayne made his way to stand next to the redhead, his eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses, his dark hair covered by a baseball cap. He was dressed down, in jeans button down and leather jacket, disguising himself so the media wouldn't be alerted Bruce Wayne was in Central City the same night a police officer killed himself and plummeted off a forty story building.

"Wally." Bruce's hand settled on the redhead's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I'm sorry. He was a good man." Bruce stared at Wally, noting the dead look in the younger man's eyes. He only seen it once before and it worried him.

Wally leaned into the Dark Knight's touch, soaking up the comfort he knew Bruce was trying so hard to give. "Thanks Bruce. I don't know how you knew, but I'm glad you're here."

"I'm assuming you're listed as his next of kin?" Wally nodded, hearing the door open both Wally and Bruce glanced back as the medical examiner walked into the stale room.

He stopped, noticing for the first time the second person, but seemed to shrug it off as he made his way to Wally. "Alright, Wally, I know this is difficult, but once we get this done we can move onto doing the autopsy and releasing the body to you." He paused glancing at Bruce, but Bruce simply stood closer to Wally, letting him know that he wasn't about to leave the younger man alone.

"Very well. Let us proceed." Reaching with both hands, he unzipped the black back to reveal Blake's pale face. His eyes had ben shut sometime between the crime scene and the morgue and some of the excess Blood and gore had been cleaned away to make identification easier.

Wally took a breath, a shallow and quick burst of air that seemed to only leave him breathless, but he nodded. "That's Detective Blake Hayes."

"Are you sure?" The medical examiner asked, not glancing up from his notes. He jotted a few things on the notepad so he missed Bruce's glare and menacing step forward, Wally put out a hand to stop Bruce from going Batman on the small doctor.

"Yes, that is Blake Hayes." The ME looked up from his pad, zipping the dead man back into his black, plastic coffin.

"Thank you Mr. West." He paused, looking up at Wally his eyes softened when he saw the other man's resilient look. "For what it's worth, Wally I am sorry for your loss. Hayes was a good guy and a solid detective." Wally nodded, grasping his left elbow with his right hand, as though he could hold himself together for just a little bit longer.

"You'll be notified when we can release the body, but it should take about three or four days to process everything given the nature of the deceased's death."

"Thank you, Glen. Take care of him."

Glen smiled, a sad smile, "I will Wally," Looking at Bruce, he steadied his shoulders before looking into the older man's eyes, "You take care of Wally, here. He's important to a lot of people around here."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, seeing for the first time, some glimpse of care in the small wispy man's stare. Deciding not to throttle him, he simply wrapped his arm around Wally's waist and nodded before leading Wally out of the cold room.

Wally made one final glance at the black bag and continued down the corridor, leaning into Bruce's warmth as they solemnly walked out into the night.