Disclaimer: I do not own any of DC's characters. Dr. Richards, however is of my own creation and I quite like him so...oh and I came up with the plot.

Flash came to, loud voices ringing in his ears. His eyes opened to a brightly lit room, and he was moving. Looking around he saw doctors and nurses working over him, but this wasn't a civilian hospital, he was on the Watchtower, how—

"Flash!" Flash turned his head towards the name, the voice he loved so much. Batman was hovering around the medical staff as they wheeled him down the hallway. "Flash! I need you to stay with me. Stay with me!"

"Bats? I—don't, I'm tired." Wally said, reaching for the black-cowled figure. Batman grabbed his hand, squeezing as though what he saw wasn't real.

"No, Wally, you stay with me, you understand? You need to stay with me." Batman looked towards the medical personnel, "Someone get Dr. Richards! NOW!"

"Bats—" Wally could feel himself fading from consciousness. "Bruce—I..."

"What is it Wally? What? Who did this to you?" Wally's grip slackened in his, "Wally?"

The heart monitor went crazy, the line moving frantically across the monitor. Batman was ripped from the scarlet speedster, thrust into the hallway away from the activity around the speedster's bed.

Dr. Richards ran into the room, surgical mask on and hands held up from his body, ready for emergency surgery. Batman watched from behind the observation window as the love of his life was fighting to live. He kept watching as he felt Superman put his hand on his shoulder, not even caring that he was so emotional. Worry evident on his face as the medical team prepped the paddles.

When Wally flat lined, it took the strongest man alive and Wonder Woman to hold him back from going into the room. Batman settled down when Flash's heartbeat came back up on the monitors. Shayera and Green Lantern had joined the trio outside of the speedster's room. He was their, he is their little brother and they were going to be damned if he died on them.

The Lord's universe had shown them that.

Wally's heart rate calmed to a steady rhythm. Their friend looked so fragile hooked up to the ventilator and multiple lines running to various medical machines keeping him alive. He was stable and Dr. Richards finished stitching the last wound before stepping back to allow the nurses room to finish with the IV bags and monitors.

"I need to know who did this to him, Clark." Batman whispered, his face a mask of anger and fury. Clark looked at his friend, he'd seen Batman angry, but not this angry.

"We'll find who did this to him. Right now making sure Wally makes it through the night is your priority. Diana and I will go and figure out where he was when this happened. He's in good hands. Keep us updated, Bruce." With a pat on Batman's shoulder, Superman and Wonder Woman flew down the hall to investigate how their friend had come to this point, worry written on their face.

The medical team started to back away finally, cleaning up any evidence of surgery and making the patient comfortable for recovery. Batman was there at the redhead's side as soon as the door opened. "What's his status doctor?"

Dr. Richards discarded his mask and bloodied gloves from where he had been stitching the speedster up. "He's stable for now, but he's not out of the woods yet, we've done what we can for now. His injuries are extensive, so he'll be off his feet for a while. But there's something you should know." Dr. Richards moved towards the bed, where Wally was hooked up to various machines, tubes running all over his body. He reached for the white sheet, uncovering the speedster's abdomen. A chill of dread ran down Bruce's spine.

"Flash has six broken ribs, a shattered pelvis, broken clavicle, multiple contusions to the abdominal area and chest. He had extensive internal bleeding, but we were able to stop that with the help of his hyperactive healing time. He has a fracture in his jaw and his zygomatic is bruised, but it looks much worse than it is and it's already healed most of the way. But that's the least of our concerns." He said, pointing to the redhead's black and blue face, bandages covering most of his head, though his face was visible. "Lacerations cover most of his body. His legs took a bit of a beating, his right leg was broken in five places and the shattered pelvis will slow him down for a few weeks. He'll need physical therapy to get to full speed again. He does have a concussion and there's a bit of brain swelling which is what makes me the most nervous, but it's already losing it's edge. He sustained substantial blood loss from a stab wound to his left shoulder, but a lot of the blood loss came from what I want to show you." Lifting the sheet, Dr. Richards slowly lifted the bandage covering Wally's abdominal area to reveal three words carved into Wally's chest and abdomen.

Ha Ha Batsy!

Batman's blood boiled, "Joker." He growled out the word, deep and guttural rage burning through him.

The doctor replaced the bandages fashioning them this time as he put the blanket back in place. "That's your area. Not mine. His injuries are consistent with being beaten and then thrown out a window. The breaks in his leg are too clean to have been from a fall, if you understand my meaning." Bruce ground his teeth, eyes glued to Wally laying so quietly in the hospital bed.

The doctor continued, "He very well could have run through the window to escape, but I don't think that's the case here—sorry," he said catching himself, a hand brushing through his greying hair. "I've been watching too many CSI reruns in the lounge with Flash here," he said, a small smile forming as he patted Wally's hand. "I'll keep him under constant observation for now, but I have confidence he'll pull through swimmingly. He's a fighter," Dr. Richards paused for a moment sparing a glance at Batman, "—and he has someone waiting for him." Grabbing the chart from the end of the bed, Dr. Richards made a notation and turned to exit.

"Doctor."

Richards stopped in the doorway for a moment. Looking back at the black bat, "Yes, Batman?"

"Thank you." Gruffly, Batman grabbed the nearest chair in the room and sat next to Wally, grabbing his bandaged hand.

"My pleasure, Batman. He may be yours, but he's all of ours. Just get the bastard that did this to our boy and I'll make sure he's home to smile with your family again… sir." Batman nodded and looked at the speedster as he lay still in the bed. Dr. Richards smiled and closed the door behind him as he went to alert the nursing staff about the Flash's care.

"You're safe now, Wally." Squeezing Flash's hand, Batman pressed his communicator, intending to alert the others what he had learned. "Batman to Founders."

"Superman here, what is it Batman? Is Flash—"

"Flash is stable, but they're keeping him in the ICU until the swelling in his brain goes down. It isn't major, but it's enough to warrant precaution. Wally will be fine, but we have bigger fish to fry."

There was silence on the other end. After a moment Shayera cleared her throat, "Bigger fish to fry? You've been with Wally too long, Batman."

Batman rolled his eyes, he'd been using some of his partner's phrases recently and everyone had been giving him a hard time about it. "Really, now is not the time. We need to find the Joker. He did this."

"The Joker? How can you possibly know that Batman?" John asked.

"Because." Bruce paused, looking down at his redhead, Wally's chest rising and falling peacefully as the monitors beeped telling Bruce he was alive, still here with him.

"Because why, Bruce?" Wonder Woman asked, pushing for an answer.

"Because the Joker carved the words 'Ha Ha Batsy' into Wally's skin." He said through gritted teeth, rage once again coursing through his veins.

Wonder woman let out a gasp, "Hera…"

"My God." Superman gasped. The other leaguers all wondering what else their friend had been through at the hands of the crazed maniac.

Standing up Batman walked to the window, removing his cowl and blacking out the observation window with the button to his right. He turned to look at Wally, so pale against the white hospital sheets. "I'm going to stay with Wally for now, but I need to make a call. Batman out."

He walked over to Wally, squeezed his hand and gave him a kiss on his bandaged forehead. "Please Wally," he said, forehead resting against the speedster's bandaged one, "I need you. Please be okay. I will get him, I promise." One last squeeze to Wally's hand and a kiss to the temple and Bruce left the medical room, intent on calling the one person he could trust to stay with Wally while he went to look for the Joker.

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And so the plot thickens. Mwa. haha. haha. Mwa.

Like I said, not particular to canon though I had the cartoon in mind while writing it. Thanks for reading!