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Roy massaged his forehead slowly as he processed everything that his friend had told him. Apparently it had been worse than anybody had originally thought. He wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't sure what he should be doing in a situation such as this. Not being able to take sitting still anymore, the archer stood in frustration and began pacing.

Wally's dad had hit him before. Wally's dad had threatened him before. Wally's dad had done so much to hurt the younger red head beyond what everyone had originally thought and Wally had managed to keep it so well hidden. Everyone had failed to notice and that one fact pissed Roy off more than anything at the moment. Feeling his anger beginning to build once more that evening, Roy felt the overwhelming need to do something. Punch a wall. Go on a crime busting spree. Rip Rudolph West to shreds. Anything. Unfortunately the closest thing was his kitchen table. Roy angrily flipped his table over not caring about the noise or the mess he had just caused.

As the noises of glass shattering and wood splintering reached his ears, Wally sank further into the chair he had been occupying for the past hour and a half, knees hugged tightly to his chest. He nervously watched the older red head as he stood there saying nothing and breathing heavily. He rubbed his now bandaged arm as he tried to shift his still sore body around.

"R-Roy?" He asked quietly, nervously. He knew his friend would never even think of hurting him but he had never seen the older teen this furious before. Ever.

Roy tensed up when he heard that quiet and unsure voice. 'Shit.' He cursed silently as he turned to face the fifteen year old.

Wally was pale and, he would deny it later on, shaking ever so slightly. His normally bright and lively green eyes were dull and glazed over with uncertainty and what was undeniably fear. Wally may have known that Roy would never lay a hand on him but the older red head's outburst was definitely not helping things in terms of getting Wally to calm down and realize he was safe.

"Shit. Wally I'm sorry." Roy said as he tried desperately to reign in his anger, constantly trying to remind himself that now was not the time to be angry and planning revenge on a lowlife piece of trash.

"I-it's okay." Wally mumbled quietly as he looked down. "I'm ok" he whispered.

Whether he was saying that for his benefit or Roy's, the older teen was uncertain. He curse silently again. This wasn't Wally. Nothing about this was right. Wally never avoided eye contact. Wally was never quiet. He always had something to say. He definitely never sat still for longer than a second. He was always so full of energy. This quiet, still and unenergetic version of one of his little brothers was unnerving.

Roy sighed and walked over to Wally, kneeling in front of him. "Wally... I...need you to be honest with me". Roy set his lips in a tight line as he thought of the best thing to say. "What I know is that your dad lost it tonight but that it wasn't the first time. What happened tonight? When... did he start hitting you?"

Wally glanced up at his friend before glancing back down at his knees. He took a shaky breath thinking about where to begin. "I guess... I guess it really started when I got my powers. He wasn't exactly thrilled that I had become a f-freak." Wally choked a little not wanting to break down again that night.

Roy felt himself tense at that. Three years? This had been happening for three fucking years? How had no one noticed? He clenched his fists trying to not lose his temper once more.

"After that he looked for any excuse to put me down, shove me around... but he never hit me. When we started the team however and my missions became more and more frequent he said that each mission only served as a reminder that I had become a freak." Wally said quietly as he glanced back up at Roy.

"Kid you know that that's not true right? Having powers doesn't make you or anyone a freak. And just because that poor excuse of a human being says so does not make it true."

Wally shook his head and looked away as a single tear escaped down his pale and bruised cheek. "It doesn't matter."

Roy looked down when he heard the younger teen say that. He was really not good with these situations. How was he supposed to convince the kid that anything his dad said was an absolute lie? Massaging his forehead again Roy glanced back up at his little brother.

"Wally? What happened tonight?"

Wally took another shuddering breath before he turned tired eyes to look at his friend. He knew this was coming. He knew he'd have to tell someone eventually. Knew he's have to tell his Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris as soon as they got home. He just didn't think it's be this soon. He didn't think any of his other secrets would have to be shared under these circumstances. He didn't know if he was ready for this.

"I..." Wally tried to begin but he couldn't quite get the words out that he needed to. "I uh... well my d-dad he found something out about me that didn't sit too well with him."

Roy's eyes narrowed in concern. "What do you mean exactly?"

Wally shook his head and stared at Roy. "I... I don't want to say it." He replied as he choked back another sob. "Please don't make me say it."

"Wally." Roy said standing up and putting his hands on the younger boys shoulders. "You don't have to say anything right now but eventually you will have to talk. If not to me then to someone else. Probably your uncle. Maybe even the police."

Wally looked up at Roy with wide, fearful eyes. "The police? Wh-why would I talk to them? There's no need to-"

Roy shot away from the younger teen. "What the hell do you mean there's no need to talk to them? Wally, your dad is hurting you. He has been for three years and you're honestly telling me you can't see any reason to bring this to the police?!"

Wally shook his head vigorously. "No. I c-can't! If I do he'll be so angry."

"Wally I promise he won't get to you. I won't let that happen. Barry and Iris won't let that happen. Dick won't let that happen. But this bastard needs to be in jail."

Wally shook his head again. "But he's still my dad." The younger of the two wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on top of his knees. "I know what he did was bad but I just... that's my dad, Roy. If I tell the police then that would be admitting all of this is really happening and that my family really can't stand me and I don't know if I can handle that. I don't want to really believe that my dad would ever hurt me."

"But he did, Wally." Roy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door frame of the kitchen. "I know you don't want to believe or truly admit it but it's true and it did happen. But you do know that we won't let you go through this alone right?"

Wally was silent for a few minutes before responding. Sighing, he nodded his head before burying his face in his arms. "I know." Came the muffled response.

Roy leaned his head back and shut his eyes trying to get his bearings. What was next? Well... first things first. He looked over at Wally again and, not for the first time realized just how exhausted the kid looked. Glancing at the clock he realized how late it was.

"Hey kid, you're definitely not going home tonight so why don't you just stay here. It's late. Why don't you head to bed? You can use my room."

Wally shook his head, looking up as he lowered his knees. "No. I couldn't do that. Where will you sleep? That couch you have is hardly comfortable."

Roy shrugged his shoulders as he headed to his room to get a change of clothes for his guest. "I'll manage. I've slept on worse before. Besides you need a bed more than I do right now." He came back out a few minutes later with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. "Here you can use these tonight."

Wally caught them as Roy tossed them over. He looked at them for a minute before standing up and walking over to Roy. The young speedster looked up at Roy and gave him a small smile. "Thanks man. For everything you've done for me tonight."

Roy said nothing, only simply putting his hand on Wally's shoulder and squeezing gently.