Flash shuffled the deck again and sighed as he looked around the empty Watchtower. "God, I wish Bats was here, but Kori just had to have him right away." He sneered as he lost another solitaire game, "This is BORING!" Wally groaned and called Dick on the computer, drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him, the fingers made one steady beat as Dick answered the call.

"Flash?"

"Hey Nightwing, what's up?"

Dick rolled his eyes and moved out of the view of the camera, pointing out where Bruce was sitting next to Kori with his head in his hands. "Kori is driving him nuts, she doesn't want a new dress, she wants to fly to Tameran and get the royal wedding dress for it."

Wally frowned, "Is that all?"

Dick laughed, "No! I'm also driving him nuts because I keep poking him."

Wally shook his head and turned his attention to Bruce who was shaking his head, "Kori, we cannot have the wedding on Tameran!"

"But Bruce, I am the princess of Tameran."

Dick shook his head and turned to Wally, blocking them from his view, "This planning will take a while."

Wally chuckled, "So when are you guys planning the wedding?"

Dick rolled his blue eyes and brushed his hair back form his face, "She wants to have it on the first day of spring."

"On your birthday?"

"And because I was the first Robin."

Wally shrugged, "Well that does make sense, I mean you guys met as Starfire and Robin."

"Richard, get your ass over here!"

Dick cringed and looked behind him at the two on the couch, "Gotta go Wally. Hey do you know how to ballroom dance?"

Wally scoffed, "Oh yeah, totally. You see right after my dad hit me he drove me to my dance class. OF COURSE I DON'T KNOW ASSHOLE!"

Dick sneered at him, "Well, sorry for asking! Come to the Manor next Tuesday so I can teach you."

Wally rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Bye Dick."

"Bye." Wally shuffled the cards and clicked off the video as Dick began yelling at Bruce. Wally frowned and jumped when Shayera sat down next to him.

"What's up Flash?"

"Boredom, what are you doing up here Shay?"

She shrugged and wrapped her wings around her, "I just got done with a mission with J'onn and GL. Heard you were back on duty."

Flash grinned, "Yeah, J'onn deemed me fit for duty a couple days ago. Though I don't know why I even needed to be analyzed."

Shayera shrugged, "I don't know. I really don't think you did anything wrong, you just got mad. Shit happens." Flash just nodded as Superman came onto the screen.

"Requesting backup! Suicide Squad in Metropolis, Wonder Woman and Batman are on their way."

Flash nodded, "We hear you Supes, be there soon." He clicked off the feed and ran to the Javelin Bay, Shayera close behind him. They got into the ship quickly and took off, heading straight towards the Earth.

#

Batman grunted and threw Copperhead into The Electrocutioner, dodging bullets from both Deathstroke and Deadshot. Redness blocked his view as Superman stood in front of him.

"I called the tower, they should be here any minute."

Batman nodded, "Good." He pulled out a batarang and leaned over Superman, throwing it into Deadshot's gun. The gun exploded, making Lawton scream.

"Dammit Batman!" He aimed his other gun at the two, firing shots that were blocked by silver bracelets.

"Don't even try it Lawton!" She ran forward and punched him as Superman fought off both Captain Boomerang and Killer Frost. Batman walked over to where Copperhead and The Electrocutioner were lying, handcuffs in his hand. The Javelin landed on the edge of the battle, distracting some of the fight as Superman and Wonder Woman led their villains away.

"Ready for round two, Batman?"

Batman's eyes narrowed as he turned around, "Deathstroke. I should have known that you would have gotten bored with Nightwing. What's the price on my head this time?"

Deathstroke's eye glinted from behind his mask. He reached behind his back and pulled out his staff, spinning it in front of him before going into a fighting stance. "The price isn't for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Let us just say that the Justice Lords may not be far behind tonight."

Batman's eyes narrowed, "I'm not playing games tonight Wilson."

"Neither am I, Wayne." He leapt at Batman and viciously attacked him, his eye narrowing as Batman raised his arms to block the blows. Deathstroke pushed Batman away from the battle with his constant attacks. Flash looked over and gasped, the familiar orange and black mask glinting in the light, he went to go over but was stopped when a boomerang clipped his shoulder.

"Come on mate! Let's make this challenging!" The Australian sneered at the speedster who ran up to him and kicked him in the gut repeatedly with speed before punching him in the face. Captain Boomerang's eyes rolled back into his head as he crumpled to the ground. Flash rolled his eyes and left him there, he ran through the throng of people, looking for Batman and beginning to panic when he saw that he was no longer in sight. He stopped in his tracks when the familiar tingle of electricity brushed by him. He turned to the source and smirked when he saw Lester Buchinsky punching his hand, making sparks fly.

"I'm going to stop your heart, Flash!" He ran at Flash, who easily dodged him and punched him in the back of the head. Lester grunted and turned around to face him again, Flash just grinned when Buchinsky pressed the electric gloves against Flash's stomach and powered them, a maniacal grin on his face.

Flash laughed, "I got these powers due to electricity, that just tickles." Flash raised his fist and brought it down on his nose, cringing when the blood spurted from it. "That's disgusting." He dragged the unconscious bounty hunter over to where Boomerang was and dropped him on top. He ran over to Deathstroke's battle with Batman, his fist raised in the air. He went to punch Slade in the head, but was stopped when Deathstroke turned around, his staff glancing Batman's temple, making him fall to the ground. Deathstroke brought his fist up to meet Flash's and grabbed the oncoming punch. Flash's eyes grew wide as he stared in the cold steel gray of Slade's.

"Slade."

Slade chuckled as Batman groaned on the ground, "Once a Titan, always a Titan. Am I right? Though you don't say it with as much malice as poor old Robin did."

The lenses in the cowl narrowed, "What do you want?"

"I want to see the world with you dead." He let go of Wally's fist and backed away from him.

"Why? If you're trying to kill me then that means you know everyone here will just be lobotomized… Starting with you."

Slade chuckled, "Oh no, you see. In my guns I have special green bullets with Kal-El's name in them, would you like to see them?"

Wally growled, "Batman and Wonder Woman wouldn't let you get close."

Wilson chuckled again sending shivers down Flash's spine as the man stomped his boot on the Dark Knight's chest. "I may not be able to get close, but my, you and Batman have gotten really close… Wallace."

Flash gulped as Batman struggled to lift Slade's leg. "Big deal, you know my name, you used your name to fight a team of heroes, Slade."

Slade pulled out his katana, the metal glinting in the low light of the alley. "How will Wayne react when his lover's head is chopped off in front of him and the street runs red with the blood?"

Flash gasped and took a hesitant step back as Batman fought the bile in his throat. Batman reached up and grasped his calf in his gloved hands and grunted as he twisted his leg. Slade's eye grew wide as he began to fall; the ground came up to meet his masked face. He fell with a thud he body draping over Batman's, making the masked hero grunt. Wally ran up to them as the mercenary struggled to rise, Flash lifted his foot and kicked Slade in the temple rapidly until he ceased. The mask cracked under the force, making Wally pause. He groaned and leaned down to Batman, rolling Slade's body off of him "Bats! You okay?"

"I'm fine!" He pushed Flash's frantic hands away and stood up, his hand covering his mouth as he fought vomiting. "Actually… I think I might have a concussion…" he stumbled as he tried to walk.

"Woah!" Flash captured him around the waist and threw Batman's arm over his shoulders, "Are you sure? I thought the cowl was protection."

"Slade hit me in my weakest point with his full strength, so yes I'm sure." They stumbled out of the alley to where Superman and the rest of the League were talking to the police. Superman saw them and relaxed, breathing a sigh in relief. Batman grabbed an officer by the shoulder, "Slade Wilson, a.k.a. Deathstroke is back in that alley. Make sure he gets to Blackgate in Gotham." The officer nodded and hurried away, taking three others with him. Batman leaned down closer to the ground and moaned quietly.

Wally leaned down next to him, "Bats! You okay? Are you going to…" He trailed off as Batman vomited behind Superman, making the other heroes cringe in disgust. Wally wrinkled his nose as he rubbed Batman's back, "vomit… I was just going to ask if you were going to vomit."

Batman turned with a glare and wiped his mouth, "Fuck off Flash. Get me to a hospital." Wally nodded and lifted Batman in his arms, running towards Gotham. "Superman, get Nightwing and have him drive the Batmobile back to the cave."

Wally raised an eyebrow, "Do you think he heard that?"

"I know he did." Batman closed his eyes and leaned against Flash's chest, frowning when he was jostled about.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Bruce. What hospital?"

Bruce groaned, "Gotham Mercy. Talk to Dr. Sheppard, he knows my identity."

Wally nodded and ran straight towards the glowing sign of the hospital; Bruce groaned again and held his head. "I'm serious Bats, don't fall asleep on me." Batman glared at him through the cowl as Wally skidded to a halt in the emergency room, leaving marks in the floor. "I need Dr. Sheppard!" He shouted as the nurses stared at him, looking wide eyed at the Dark Knight in his arms. Flash laid him down on a bed and stalked up to one of the nurses, "Did you hear what I said? Get me Dr. Sheppard!" The nurse jumped when he shouted in her face. She nodded, a scared look in her eyes as she ran to the phone and paged the doctor.

"He will be here soon." Wally glared at her before walking over to Batman and standing before the bed, glaring at anyone who walked by. A dark haired man ran into the room and headed straight for him.

"I'm Dr. Sheppard, what happened?" he offered Flash his hand, cringing when he squeezed his hand tightly.

"Concussion. He was hit in the temple." The doctor nodded and pulled the bed out of its place, wheeling him down the hall towards the CAT scan.

"Who hit him?"

"Deathstroke." Wally frowned and kept pace with the man easily, pursing his lips when the doctor shook Bruce's leg.

"Batman? You have to stay awake for me. We are almost at the room." He pushed the bed into a darkened room, he shut the door behind them and locked it. "Mr. Wayne, could you sit up for me?"

Batman groaned, "Dammit Sheppard, my head is pounding! Just make sure I don't have internal bleeding!" He sat up and cringed when Wally appeared at his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Flash."

"Heya Bats, let's walk to the machine together." He lifted Batman off the bed, and offered a supportive arm to keep him from toppling over. They made their way to the machine slowly as it warmed up. Wally laid Bruce on the mat and slid the cowl off, "There you go."

Bruce frowned and reached down, unbuckling the belt and thrusting it into Wally's hands. "Be careful with this." Wally's eyes grew wide and he nodded before walking to the computer screen with the doctor.

"Okay, I'm going to start now, Mr. Wayne." He pressed a button, making the machine come to life. They sat in silence as Bruce glared at the ceiling, swallowing more vomit that rose in his throat. The image of his brain slowly came onto the screen as the doctor and Flash stared at it intently, looking for any anomalies. The scan finished slowly as the doctor scanned it over. "Looks like you are clean. No bleeds or any significant trauma. You can go home."

Bruce sighed, "Thank you, Dr. Sheppard. How much?" He grabbed the cowl and belt from Flash and put them on quickly.

"I will send you the bill. Have someone check on you every two hours." He nodded and walked out of the room, shooing the doctors and interns that had gathered around the door. Batman and Flash shook their heads and headed out the door, glaring at the scared hospital staff. They walked out of the Emergency room where they found the Batmobile, Nightwing on the inside.

"Batman."

"Nightwing."

"Get in, don't bother telling me that you can drive. Superman told me that you have a concussion."

Batman glared at him and got in the passenger seat. Wally smirked as the car roared to life, taking off with a squeal of the tires. Flash took off at the same time and ran next to them, keeping pace with the infamous car, even though Nightwing started pushing it faster and faster. It quickly became a race between the two through the crowded streets of Gotham with Flash running over and around cars and buildings alike. They grinned when they went towards the woods, Nightwing cursed as the cliff came into view meaning he would have to slow down. He slowed the car down and growled as Flash ran backward into the cave, saluting him.

The car parked itself as he leapt out, "That race was unfair! I had to slow down!"

Wally laughed, "Deal with it Boy Blunder, I beat you!"

"Rematch!"

Wally's eyes narrowed, "Anytime, anywhere."

Batman got out of his seat with a groan, "But you have to make sure I don't die tonight."

"Right. So anytime after tonight."

Dick rolled his eyes and mounted his motorcycle, "Whatever. Thanks for taking care of Slade. Remember Wally, dance lessons next Tuesday."

Wally groaned, "yeah, I'll be there." Dick nodded and saluted him before making the bike roar to life and peeling out of the cave. "You need to get sleep."

Bruce stopped typing on the computer and glared at him, "I'm fine."

Wally stalked over to him, "Bruce, you are going to bed!"

"No."

Wally rolled his eyes, "Do I need to get Alfred down here?"

"No, you should get some sleep."

"Bruce! Go to bed!"

Batman stopped typing with a sigh and turned to face him, "Wallace. I am not going to sleep; I have to type out the report on today's fight."

Wally placed a hand on his shoulder, "Please, for me. Your skin is green. The best cure for a concussion is sleeping."

Batman frowned and closed down the report, "Fine."

Wally grinned, "Do you need help walking?"

"I'm fine."

Wally shrugged and walked a few paces behind Bruce as they walked up the stairs. The clock slid back revealing Alfred with a worried expression.

"Master Bruce?"

"I'm fine Alfred, just a concussion. You can retire for the night; Wally will make sure I'm okay." Wally gave him a small smile as Alfred breathed in relief.

"Very well Master Bruce. I am glad you are alright. Why were they attacking?"

Bruce sighed and began walking out the door, "Remember the Justice Lords?"

Alfred frowned, "The parallel universe?"

"Yes. Well, someone wants that to happen in this universe, so they hired the Suicide Squad to kill Flash." Alfred nodded as they climbed the stairs, Wally trailing behind them. "The only problem is, they hired Deathstroke as the leader and as you know he knows who I am."

"Quite well Master Bruce, but what does that have to do with the Justice Lords?"

Batman sighed, his hand on the knob of his door, "Slade wants to use me as the trigger. He knows that Batman and Flash are together, and proved today that he is willing to kill anyone to kill Wally. He made kryptonite bullets for security."

Alfred's eyes grew wide, "I do hope that you both will be safe. First Joker and now Slade Wilson? This may end badly."

Wally grinned and wrapped his arm around the elderly butler's shoulders, "Don't worry about me Jeeves, I promise I won't die on this bat." He gestured to Batman who glared at him in return.

Alfred shrugged his arm off, "For everyone's sakes Master Wallace, I hope you are right." He walked away with a parting nod, leaving the couple at the door.

Wally frowned as Bruce staggered through the door. "You okay?"

"Just tired." He took off the costume, letting it fall to the floor before crashing on the bed. "Wake me up in two hours and ask me a question."

Wally sat down in the desk chair, "What type of question?"

"Something I can answer without having to think, I have to know it right away.'

Wally frowned, "so like, what your full name is?"

Bruce nodded, his face buried in a pillow, "Bruce Anthony Wayne."

Wally smirked, "Anthony?"

"Rudolph?"

Wally sneered at the man in the bed, "Go to sleep."

"I'm trying but you keep talking."

"Fuck off."

Bruce chuckled and closed his eyes, letting his sleep take over.

#

"Bruce?" Bruce gasped as he was shook awake; he threw a punch that was stopped quickly, "Woah! It's me, Wally!"

Bruce sighed and laid a hand on his forehead, he glared into Wally's teal eyes, "What?"

"What is your name?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, "Bruce Anthony Wayne."

"Good and mine?"

"Wallace Rudolph West. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Wally grinned, "Yeah, goodnight Bruce." He kissed the man on the forehead before curling up next to him, an arm draped over his torso. Bruce just sighed and closed his eyes, once again letting sleep take him over.