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YJ

3rd May, 2008. 05:12

"How did you do it?" Barry questions softly, looking at the dark figure that was sitting in front of him, facing the other way so Barry couldn't see his face.

"What?" Batman replies with his usual gruff voice, while not taking his focus off the laptop.

"Keep yourself focused when Di- Robin was taken" Barry responds, almost forgetting the 'no real names while in costume' rule. Barry watched Batman in anticipation, finally calmed down enough after 15 minutes to stay still, after a few threats from Batman.

"Panicking won't help Robin, or Kid Flash, you need to be level headed" Batman responds with a monotone voice, viciously typing on the foreign laptop that was in front of him. "You found anything in the house?" He continues but Barry, wearing his usual red uniform, shook his head in disappointment.

"Nothing that could lead us to kid" He mumbles, shifting from one foot to the other. "You think Speedy and Robin found something?" He asks after a few seconds of silence and batman sighs in an annoyed matter, pinching the bridge of his nose under his cowl.

Right now Speedy and Robin were investigating the house of Alan, looking for any clues on Wally's whereabouts. Just like Flash and Batman were doing right now, but instead searching Robert's house. Flash had already gone through the whole house, all the rooms, and most importantly the basement.

While Batman had went to work with Robert's laptop, still was. So far Speedy and Robin had only contacted them to rule out Alan's basement, or attic. So that meant that they had a room somewhere else where they kept Wally, and the only lead they now had were the houses of Robert and Alan.

"If they had found something they would've called, Flash." Batman grinds out and Barry sighs softly, reluctantly sitting down on the couch that was in Robert's apartment. It wasn't even two minutes after the silence had started that it was interrupted by a low beep in Flash' ear. He quickly put his finger on the comm-link to answer the incoming call.

"Did you find anything?" Came Iris' worried voice from the other side and Barry feels his heart sink at the desperate voice of his wife.

"No... but we know who took him, we're searching their houses right now" Barry replies, worry clearly seeping into his voice.

"Anything I can do?" Iris questions and Barry sighs, looking over to Batman.

"I don't think so" Barry answers with a heavy heart. Right after the sentence leaves his mouth, Batman turns around, not saying anything but Barry immediately understands. "Batman found something, I gotta go"

"Bring Wally home" Iris whispers from the other side of the line and Barry hums in approval before shutting off his comm link.

"What did you find?"

"Two buildings. Robert's parents died 2 years ago, and they left him their house. It has not been sold ever since. The other one, a warehouse. He bought it 5 months ago, but so far nothing has been done with it, as far as the government knows.

"And you think kid is in one of them?"

"It is an option" Batman answers and Barry narrows his eyes in concentration.

"What are the coordinates?"

Batman turns to the laptop again. "The warehouse is in Saint Louis, Missouri. There are no zeta tubes leading directly to it so I want you to check it out. I will go to his parents' home in Ottawa."

YJ

3rd May, 2008. 05:27

Air!

My mouth flew open, inhaling as much air as I could. Water was dripping from my ginger hair and my lungs squeezed and protested at the intake of air. Before I could even comprehend what was happening I was facing the ground, retching and vomiting to expel the water I had inhaled, bile covering the cold floor.

The foul smell entered my nose and I weakly crawled backwards, retching and coughing at every breath. My lungs burned, my head was spinning and I felt feverishly sick.

"Why won't you just tell me?" Robert grinds out, anxiously looking at his watch. Something he had been doing the moment he came into the basement again.

I cough weakly, too tired to answer. Robert growled, reaching for my hair and hauling me upwards. I let out a pained scream, feeling everything in my body shift in a way it was not supposed to shift, broken bones grinding against each other and pain flaring up full-force.

Tears slipped out of my eyes and I squeezed them shut.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled, slapping me harshly across the face. I remain silent this time, trying to focus on the stinging pain, pain that was so little compared to the rest of my body.

Seconds after the slap he pushed my body towards the tub, forcing my head underwater again.

I had no energy left to struggle. I screamed in the ice cold water, my limbs twitching as a futile attempt to save myself, sacrificing the last piece of energy I had still left. My lungs were now burning from the coughing and the lack of oxygen. My head starts to spin and dark spots start to dance across my vision.

My eyes drop ever so slightly and…

The next thing I know is water entering my mouth, sliding down my throat. I convulse, my lungs tightening and I vomit again as a reaction, staining the ice cold water with my own bile.

It was only then that Robert quickly took my head out of the tub. He drops me and I fall to the ground, coughing and inhaling desperately, oxygen is the only thing on my mind right now.

"Unless you want to bathe in your own vomit.." Robert threatens but I just glare at him through the coughs, laying my head on the cold and wet ground to soothe the pounding headache that was attacking my skull.

"ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" Robert yells in frustration, tears prickling in his eyes.

"N-never" I stutter, bracing myself for another dunk in the water but before he can grab my hair, the door slams open. Robert is barely fast enough to dodge the batarangs that were coming his way. I whimper slightly when I see Batman standing there, as angry as I'd ever seen him.

No words are exchanged between the two and Batman immediately throws more batarangs, and really, I shouldn't be surprised that Robert dodges them. After all, otherwise he wouldn't've been able to get away 2 days ago with the bus incident. But I had so hoped that this would be over soon.

"Throw one more and I blow his brains out" Robert growls, putting the barrel of his gun against my head. Immediately Batman stops throwing, his form stiffening ever so slightly.

"Don't do this Robert, let the kid go"

"And why should I?!"

There is a slight movement after the sentence, the familiar click of the watch being opened. But I can't see it with him pressing a gun against my temple, and his arm tightly around my neck.

"It is not too late Robert. I know you are not here voluntarily" Batman said, and I knew what he was doing, trying to convince Robert that he wasn't the bad guy, give him an option to freely toss away the weapon without a prison sentence, or at least he would try to give that impression. Because I knew batman would throw him in the cell the moment he had the chance.

Robert growled, tightening his hold on me and I whimper in pain, coughing up a mixture of water and vomit. Robert flinches slightly but doesn't release the hold he has on me. Batman looks at me, leaving his eyes on me for a few seconds in a silent conversation before turning back to Robert once again.

"Sarah does not want you to do this"

"Did" Robert spats out. "We, I, had till five thirty to get your identity. As a payment for messing up." Batman glares at the man.

"After that they would kill your wife, and Alan's family" He deduces. At the mention of Alan they glance at the dead body of Alan, hollow eyes staring at the room, blood seeping out of his forehead.

"You caused this Batman, you stopped me that night, you made us mess up. And if I can't kill your Robin, Wally will have to do." I cringe slightly as he speaks my real name, but to be honest, I wasn't even Kid Flash to begin with right now. I was afraid, broken and out of costume for the most part.

"W-why?" I stutter, wincing as he shakes me slightly. "Y-you m-miss your w… wife.. Y-you wanted t-to save h-her.. W-why take… a-another life?" At this Robert loosens his arms ever so slightly and Batman tenses, ready to throw another object but immediately deciding against it as the gun was put against my temple with more force.

"Don't put people around him through that, don't put his parents through the loss you're feeling right now"

Robert sobs silently, tears falling down his face. "I can't live without her" He stammers. "I wanted to save her, get out of here!" He screamed the last part.

"This is not the way Robert, and you know it. Do what your wife would do" Batman says, his voice without emotion to anyone who didn't know better, and suddenly, Robert is releasing me, sending me crashing to the ground painfully.

"I'm sorry for everything" He says and puts the gun against his own head.

"N-NO!" I scream but he pulls the trigger, the bullet going straight through his brains. Seconds later I can feel tight arms around me and I slump against Batman, Bruce. He carefully lifted the cowl off his face and he looked at me with worried eyes.

"I-I didn't… t-tell him" I stammer and Bruce presses me against his broad chest, wrapping his cape around me to protect me, or give me a sense of protection.

"I know Wally." Bruce responds. "I'm proud of you" I smile slightly at the sentence, closing my eyes as a wave of pain washes over me, and I groan slightly at the feeling.

"Alfred we have him, he needs medical attention." Bruce suddenly speaks up and I flinch harshly, almost scrambling away from Bruce at the sudden sentence. But I manage to contain myself.

Bruce waits a few seconds as Alfred presumably responds, and suddenly Bruce glances at me, a hurt expression on his face.

"No" He eventually mutters, looking as guilty as could be. "Contact Robin and speedy, tell them to get back to the cave."

He waits another few seconds, and Alfred must say something on the other line. But the links were designed that no one could listen if they weren't wearing the links. Batman cuts off the call but immediately initiates another one.

"Flash, come in" Batman demands, waiting a few seconds before the comm link clicks to indicate Flash picked up. "I found him, meet me back at the cave"

Without waiting for a reply he cuts off the line, gazing at me again. He carefully slides his arm under my knees, and one under my back, easily hoisting me up. I whimper in response, turning my head towards Bruce's chest. His hand against my bare back burned, and the whip marks flared up with immense pain.

I groaned but Batman adjusts me slightly so the most weight was off my back. Although it does little to relieve the pain.

"Just hang on Wally" Bruce mutters and I'm too tired to comment on how un-Batman he's acting. But maybe Batman was the mask to hide how much he cared for everyone, Dick, Alfred. And for some reason he had added me to that list as well.

I was just too tired, and before we were even out of the building, I felt my eyes close and everything went dark.

YJ

3rd May, 2008. 05:36

My comm link cracked slightly, and I put my finger on it to allow the signal to pass through, taking a step back from the documents that were carefully arranged and placed on the table in the Alan house, distancing myself from Roy at the same time.

"Master Dick?" Came Alfred's voice and I feel my heart skip a beat.

"Yea?" I respond

"Batman found Kid Flash, you must come back to the cave immediately"

I gape slightly at the statement, cutting off Alfred without a second thought and jumping towards Roy, who looks at me with a startled expression.

"We gotta go, Bruce found Wally!" I yell in a hushed tone, tugging on Roy's arm. Who in turn widened his eyes, letting me drag him along.

"Did he say anything, how is he?" Roy eventually calls out when he detached himself from my grip, walking himself instead of being dragged onto the streets. Without really giving him a warning I started to run to the nearest zeta tube, the urge to check on my best friend, my big brother, overwhelming.

"Nothing, but .. y'know" From what we've seen on the video, it has to be bad. I silently add, and I can see Roy wince slightly at the sentence, clearly picking up what I wanted to say but deciding against continuing the conversation. So instead we ran in silence to the zeta tube, arriving only like three minutes after we heard the message.

I tense as we enter the zeta tube and the feeling of our molecules being ripped apart signal the successful transportation. The next thing that I see is the familiar bat cave and I immediately scan the room but upon seeing nobody in the cave itself, I head for the stairs, Roy closely following me.

"Bruce?!" I call out as I enter the Wayne manor, running towards the hall that held my room, and the I don't know how many guest rooms. If they weren't in the cave itself they could either be in the medical bay or in one of the guestrooms. But figuring we got hurt so often, Alfred could practically take all the equipment back to our rooms.

And Wally would be more comfortable.

Almost as if expected, Wally was in the guest room next to mine, and I skid to a halt, taking in the view in front of me.

Wally was laying on the large bed and wearing only his boxers, his covers lying next to him and half hanging off the bed. The yellow pants of his uniform, the only thing left from his capture, were discarded on the ground. Barry was next to his nephew, stroking his hair softly and whispering softly to him.

His cowl has been pushed down to reveal his blond hair and bright blue eyes, now filled with tears, his cheeks filled with tear streaks. Alfred was standing on the other side of the bed, examining Wally while Bruce stood at the end of the bed, inspecting me closely.

"Dick" He called out as I entered, looking at me. His cowl has been pushed back as well and his eyes were filled with worry. I carefully peeled away the domino mask, taking a hesitant step into the room.

"How is he?" I whisper, gesturing to Wally. Almost if planned Wally let out a pained hiss, trying to curl in on himself to protect his hurting body, but Barry preventing him from doing so.

"Alfred is still examining him but Wally says he hasn't had any food the whole time" Bruce explains and I look over at Wally. No food, which meant that his body didn't have enough energy to heal himself yet. Which would explain why several wounds were bleeding slightly again.

I walk over to the bed, crawling onto the bed and being careful not to hurt Wally in the process. The latter cracks an eye open, brightening slightly at the sight of me.

"Hey dude" He whispers, his voice weak and raspy but clearly happy to be out of that place.

"Hey yourself." I respond, crawling to the side where Barry was standing to I wouldn't be in the way for Alfred to work. Barry didn't complain at the intrusion, instead he just smiled and put his free hand on my shoulder. From the short distance I could now see how wet Wally's hair actually was and I immediately wondered what had happened to him.

But I was smarter than to ask him about anything so soon.

"I am sorry Master Wallace" Alfred says, drawing attention to the disinfect he was holding up. I glance at Wally, swallowing at the array of wounds that littered his entire body, the worst ones on his chest and belly area. But Wally just turns his head towards his uncle.

"Just g-get it over.. with" Wally replies in a tired voice, reaching out his free hand towards me and I grab it, squeezing it tightly. Roy was now, freed from his domino mask, sitting on the bed next to Wally's legs, also being smart not to sit on Alfred's side of the bed. A comforting hand was placed on Wally's ankle, Roy's way of supporting him.

And Wally actually smiled a bit when he noticed the hand.

Alfred nods at Wally's comment, carefully dabbing the numerous wounds that were on his chest, arms and legs. It was torture to listen to his complaints, hisses and groans of pain every time Alfred cleaned the wounds and it seemed to take an eternity, seconds ticking by at a torturous pace.

After that was done Barry carefully lifted Wally up, making him sit up on the bed so Alfred could look at his wounded back as well. Turning him around completely was a big no-no right now with his broken ribs, so instead they just sat him upright. Though Wally only remained upright because of Barry's support.

I deliberately didn't look at his back, knowing what kind of wounds were back there, cowardly? Probably.

After Wally was sitting Alfred cleaned his back as well, stitching that area first so he could lie down again. After stitching up the fewer big lashes, Alfred cleaned the blood off his back again and ordered Barry to lay him down on the bed again.

A tired and pained groan escapes Wally's mouth as his back hits the bed and I squeeze his hand tightly while Alfred quickly makes work of his chest.

He stitches the cuts, ices the numerous bruises and burns on his body. He tightly wraps or splints the broken bones that Wally received during his capture and eventually, after everything was done, wraps his chest in clean gauze.

By the time everything was done, Wally's eyes were closed and the grip he had on my hand was now loose. He was fast asleep, but even while he was asleep, he was far from peaceful.

"Let him rest for now" Bruce whispers, offering me a hand that I reluctantly took. When I was off the bed Barry covered Wally with the blanket, tucking him in carefully. So he wouldn't hurt the fragile speedster. Alfred hooked him up to an IV to give him a boost in nutrients, approved by the older speedster, and then left the room.

"Roy, you can use the other guest room if you want to, there are enough rooms" Bruce offers and I smirk slightly despite the situation. Definitely enough rooms.

"Fine" Roy reluctantly agrees, following Bruce out of the room, leaving me alone with Wally and Barry.

"Go to bed Dick, It's late" Barry tells me after a few silent second.

"Early" I correct him, figuring it's almost 6 in the morning, but I still follow his instructions, walking to the door as well and looking at Wally one last time. The covers were drawn up to his chest and his broken arm under the covers, hidden from view but wrapped up tightly under them.

His left arm was on top of the covers, the IV pushed into his elbow, and all five of his fingers splinted. 7 fractures only in his hand apparently. The rest of the wounds were covered under the covers, except for the bruises littering his freckled face. And he looked sick, pale and sweat was trickling down his forehead.

I sigh. "Bye Barry" I say, stifling a yawn as I walk to my room. I didn't even hear the reply Barry gave me.

I quickly got rid of my Robin costume and put on a pair of sweatpants before climbing into bed, quickly falling asleep.