I don't own Young Justice.

Bruce didn't show up for the next day of school.

...Or the next one.

... Or the one after that.

About a week and a half went by, and no sign of the teen. Wally was getting worried for his friend (at least, he considered Bruce a friend. He wasn't sure what Bruce thought of him). He decided that he would go visit the mansion.

"No."

"Come on, Hal. You owe me. Why not?"

" No."

Hal slammed his locker shut and stared to walk away. Wally caught up with the baseball star, and pulled him aside. For a track runner, Wally had a surprisingly good grip. "Come on, Hal. He confided in us, and whether you like it or not, we need to go make sure him and Jeeves are okay. It's the right thing to do."

Hal then threw Wally off of him, and glared at his friend. "The right thing to do? The right thing to do?! Wally, he almost killed us! We could've died! I am not taking you back to that psycho's house so you can get jumped!"

It was silent for a minute, the boys simply glaring at eachother. Finally, Wally huffed.

"Fine, then I'll walk."

Wally started his trek for the door, and Hal paled. Getting to the Wayne Mansion from here was like going through a warzone. There were seven gangs at the least around the path that led to the rich part of town. He was bound to get mugged, hurt, or killed if he went that way.

"Wally, wait! Can we at least go get the others?"

The ginger smirked.

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It was quite a bit later than Wally had wanted until they got to Wayne Manor. However, they ended up waiting for Clark, Wally, and Diana's practices to be over, and for John to make a few modifications to his robot. Hal and Shayera ended up hanging out in the weight room until the practices were over. Then they made their way to Wayne Manor.

" Hey, Wally?" Hal asked.

" Yeah?"

" How exactly are we gonna get into the Manor? I mean, This place has some high tech security, and unfortunately for us, we don't have the code. What if nobody's home? We can't really just climb the fence and break the window."

Wally smirked. "Actually, I have a visitor's code."

Hal was shocked. "How the heck did you get a code?"

"Jeeves gave it to me. Oh, look. We're here!"

They pulled up the elegant driveway, and Wally entered the code. To everyone's surprise, the large brass gates opened. Everyone stared at the redhead for a moment, but Wally wasn't effected by their gaze. The teen seemed distracted.

"Something isn't right here." Wally whispered.

That's when he leapt out of Hal's car, and started to sprint towards the door. The others pulled completely into the driveway, and followed Wally's lead. They each barged into the mansion. They were met with a silence, and the absence of a ginger.

"Wally?" Hall yelled, worry starting to build up inside him. "Wally, where are you?!"

"In here, guys! Come quick! Alfred need's help!"

The others ran into the kitchen, only to see Wally and a butler that was bleeding from a large gash on the side of his arm.

"Now, now, Master West. I am alright. I simply need to go patch myself up."

"No your not, Alfred! You must have been bleeding for quite a while, and if that's left alone long enough, it could get infected."

The elderly man smirked and pushed himself up. It was then that he opened a cupboard and brought out a first aid kit. He opened it, and started to tend to his wounds. He did this quickly and efficiently, like he had tended to things like this often. Wally was fuming as the butler did this, but quickly got to the point he had originally showed up for.

"Alfred. Where is Bruce?"

The butler cringed as he finished wrapping the wound up. Then he sighed. " I'm afraid he was taken."

Wally groaned and the others looked at the butler in shock. Clark stood there for a second allowing the phrase to sink in.

"Who took him, Alfred?" Clark inquired.

Alfred shook his head as if he was disappointed in himself. " I believe he told you about that Deathstroke fellow, yes? Well, it was one of his collegues, I assume. A fellow calling himself Red Hood. I believe he hit Master Bruce with a sedative and then subdued me. Then, they were off."

The small group paled. What would happen to Bruce? Was he still alive? Would they torture him? What would happen to the brooding teen?

Wally, however, seemed quite panicked. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! Without Bruce I can't practice! Alfred, I still don't have control yet! What if I hurt somebody? What if Bruce get's hurt? What if they make Bruce hurt someone else? We have to go find him!"

Alfred shook his head. " I, unfortunately, have no idea where they've taken him. The only way to know would be to go down to the cave and check the device."

"Well, maybe I could-"

"Hold it!"

Wally and Alfred looked over to Hal, who had a confused look on his face. "Alright, what's going on here? Wally, what did you mean when you said you can't control it? and why do you know Jeeves so well? What the heck is going on? What device are you talking about?"

Wally paled, and Alfred looked amused. "You haven't told him? I was sure that Master Jordan would've known by now."

Hal looked at Wally angrily, and Wally seemed too stunned to move. There was a period of silence. No one was sure whether to ask Wally, or if they should just wait for Hal to explode. Surprisingly, it was Alfred, the wise old butler he was, that spoke first.

"Wallace. If Master Bruce can trust this group so openly and quickly with his secrets, then I am sure they will accept yours as well. That is, of course, assuming that they haven't told anyone."

Alfred raised his eyebrows, and scanned the room. The other teens looked nervous, but none of them seemed to be guilty of such. He smiled at Wally.

Wally sighed, and stared at Hal.

" Hal, your my best friend. If I didn't have to keep this from you, I would. Honestly, I only didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be in harm's way."

Hal still seemed a bit angry, but decided to keep calm. "Wally, what have you been hiding?"

Wally scratched the back of his head sheepishly. " Well, uhm, you see, I am kinda a science nerd, which you already knew. And of course, I'm pretty fast, which is also not new news."

Hal nodded, and the others simply stood in the back.

"Well, they kinda go hand in hand."

Hal pinched the bridge of his nose, ready for a headache. "Go on."

Wally nervously laughed. "You see, I, a long time ago, of course, was going through some of my Aunt's stuff after her husband disappeared. You know, my Uncle Barry? Well, I found these papers from my Uncle Barry's research on something called the Speed Force. I thought it was cool, so I took the papers and I recreated the expirament to the best of my ability."

The others sat and listened, while Hal looked as his friend. He knew this story. Wally had complained as soon as he heard he had to help his Aunt Iris clean up after his Uncle, who had disappeared a few weeks before. Wally had been upset because he had thought his uncle had left for selfish reasons. However, when he came back, he didn't seem angry at his uncle. Hal had mearly passed it off, thinking something had happened.

Now he wished he would've pressed Wally about it more than he did.

Wally sighed. " I... I was scared after it worked. It was the same accident that Uncle Barry had... I guess I did it too well. It changed me."

Wally then looked at Hal for a moment. " Do you remember anything about my track career in seventh grade?"

Hal thought about it intently. Thinking back to some of Wally's races, he couldn't remember anything special about it. In fact, he could remember that Wally wasn't really that fast until eighth grade.

"You are not telling me this, Wally. That's physically impossible."

Wally hid his face. "I have to hold back most of the time."

"Wally, this isn't funny. You can't be-"

"Hal."

Hal Jordan looked at his best friend, hoping that whatever he was saying wasn't true. Wally looked at him with shame in his eyes, speaking in a way that only Hal could understand. Hal only watched intently, and it was then that he knew what came next.

Wally vanished for a second, and tapped his shoulder behind him.

"Hal, I have superspeed."

The teen had expected it, though he had hoped for a different outcome. He turned to yell out his betrayal, but he couldn't. The red head looked too guilty. He looked as if he had ran over a young child, or he had shot someone. Hal couldn't add onto that guilt.

He walked up to Wally, and Wally cringed, ready for an earful, and possibly the loss of his best friend.

He was not expecting a punch to the shoulder and Hal laughing.

"So you mean that all those footraces that you won are lies? I think that qualifies as automatic forfeit."

Wally's jaw dropped. He didn't really expect this, but he then smiled. He hugged his best friend, something that Hal didn't expect.

"Thanks, man."

It stayed that way for a bit, and soon, the moment was over. It was after this event that Hal got another confused look on his face.

"Wait. What does this have to do with you knowing Bruce?"

"I believe that I can help with that."

The bulter then explained that Bruce had found out about Barry and his disappearence and went to look into it. It was from there that Bruce found his failed experiment files, and by extension, Wally. Wally himself was still trying to control his superspeed, and the last thing Bruce wanted was for his only lead to disappear as well. He offered to help Wally control his powers, and Wally was swiftly moved to Gotham. From there, Wally and Bruce pretended to not know eachother to draw suspicion to themselves in school, and they trained afterwards.

"Wow, you were right when you said that I wouldn't believe you." Hal mumbled.

Wally laughed. "Hey, you have to admit, it is a pretty interesting story."

Hal giggled a bit, and then looked around the room. His eyes sharpened, as if he was more so alert, and then stared at the others.

"Alright. We're all in this mess already. We have two options. One, you can leave, and turn your backs on Bruce."

Everybody (includeing Shayera, to Hal's surprise) stayed in their seats. Hal sighed. "Two, we can go on some crazy adventure which may be life threatening to get Bruce back, and possibly make enemies, blow things up, and in some cases, make lasting friendships."

"Is it still too late for option one?" Shayera grumbled. However, everyone stayed in their places. That's when Hal spoke once again.

"Now that it's settled, does anyone else have any secrets they need to share now before we depart on this venture?"

It was quiet for a second, and then everyone spoke at once.

"I'm adopted! And I'm from Kansas!"

"I have bullet proof bracelets and have hand to hand combat experience!"

"I can wield an electric mace!"

"I can read minds!"

"Really, Kansas?"

"It sounded interesting until Ms. Bullet proof bracelet and Electric Mace Girl opened their mouths."

"Electric Mace? They make those?"

"John, you can't read minds."

" Your thinking about Lois Lane."

"..."

"...This is going to be rough."