HELLO! 11 CHAPTERS! Yes! I am so proud of myself. I might be taking WOFT off of hiatus, but I'll think about it. I might put it up for adoption. Let me know. I just got an awesome review, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. :) Also, a shout out to ScarletNightFury for the PM. I felt so awesome. Trigger Warnings, as always. Gets somewhat graphic. Not really, but... yeah.
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Dick, Roy, and Shayera stormed towards the zeta tubes and were gone before anyone could say anything. Green Arrow, who had walked in just after Wally left, sighed.

"At least they still had their masks on." Bruce nodded in agreement. He too walked towards the zeta tubes. He was soon followed by Green Arrow, and Green Lantern. (Lot's of green people) They all transported to the last place Wally had transported to, Blue Valley. When they got there, they were stunned by how small the town was. Many residents of the small town were stunned that at least 5 Justice League members were in their small town. They quickly followed Roy and Dick, who were heading straight towards the house.

It was condemned, a sign staked in the dying lawn. The windows and door were boarded up, but one of the windows were broken. Batman could tell it had been done recently. The house was small, taller than it was wide. Dick and Roy quickly approached the door. They broke the wooden planks off and wrenched the door open. They entered the dusty house, soon followed by the other superheroes. The house was 2 floors with a basement. The kitchen and living room were on the first floor. On the second floor, there were 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. One room, the first to the left, was the smallest, and had clearly been a child's room. Wally's room. The bed and dresser were still there, sagged and old. The sheets were musty, but you could make out the Flash symbol on the faded red covers. There was a blood spot on the floor. Directly across the hall, was a small bathroom. The tile was white, and the cupboards were open. There was blood on the floor. A lot. Bruce realized with a sinking feeling that Wally had been the last to live in the house. Dick walked in behind Batman, and paled at the sight of the crimson fluid on the floor.

"Roy! Get your butt up here." The archer ran up the stairs, and swore at the sight of the blood. The other heroes quickly followed. Dick looked at his feet.

"This was where we were when I found Wally. I was 11, and he was 12.* It was right after the Corn Field Kidnapping, and I had followed him home. I had been delayed by a couple attempted robberies, and other things. I arrived about an hour and a half after Wally. I climbed to his bedroom window, and crawled in his room. He wasn't there, but there was blood. He gestured behind him. I thought the worse, until I noticed a light on across the hall. Wally was slumped against a wall, with no shirt on and covered in blood. He... He was barely conscious. Only after I got closer did I realize what his father had done." A murderous rage flitted across his face, Roy looking concerned.

"Dick?" Nightwing shook his head and continued.

"His... his father had carved the word 'Worthless' into his back with a knife, as well as beating him. His father was passed out on the couch downstairs, and Wally lost consciousness soon after I arrived. I called his uncle, Barry Allen who was the current Flash, and he got Wally. Batman picked me up later. Even with his healing... He was at the Watch Tower for over 2 weeks." They stood in silence for about 10 more minutes before moving on. Further down the hall was the master bedroom. Inside the room, there was the second bathroom. After canvasing the room, Bruce decided there was no one in the room, before heading to the basement. The door to the basement was on the first floor, right next to the stairs. He tried to flick on a light, but the power was cut, so he grabbed a flashlight from his belt and flicked the switch. The powerful beam swept over the staircase, illuminating recent footprints on the dusty steps. He silently went down the steps, followed by Roy and Dick.

Wally, as soon as his feet hit the road, ran as fast as he could to his house. When he arrived, he was shocked to see the house condemned and boarded off. He dismissed it and entered anyway, through one of the windows. He entered, and went to his room. He was startled to find that there was a large amount of blood on the carpet in his room and on the floor of the bathroom. He went into his father's room. Why was everything so old and musty? He'd been here just yesterday! Uncle Barry would be looking for him. He had to hide. He quickly went to the basement. He cringed as he opened the door to the basement. Last time he'd been in there, it hadn't been good.

Flashback
Wally had gotten a C on his spelling test. His father was not happy. He whimpered as fist after fist pummeled him, word after word burning his ears. Silent tears came down his cheeks, mixing with the blood on his face, creating two streaks on his face. His father growled.

"What have I told you about crying?"

"Crying is for babies, not for big men like us." His father grunted in approval and continued. Finally, after a brutal kick to the ribs, Wally screamed as several cracked. This made his father livid.

"If you can't take punishment like a man, then you'll have to be treated like a baby!" He grabbed the red head by the hair, and dragged him to the basement stairs. He threw the child down the stairs, and slammed the door, blocking out the only source of light. Wally was there for a week with no light and barely any food and water. That was the last time he cried in his parent's presence.

Wally shook his head, trying to shove the memory away. He quickly descended the steps, glad that he wasn't bouncing down them this time. The basement was one big room, with boxes stacked up to the ceiling. There was an empty refrigerator box in the corner, surrounded by other boxes. When his dad was away, Wally would sometimes sleep there. He had gotten a sleeping bag and a lantern down there, along with a spare blanket. He entered from a flap he had cut in the back. He crept in, and turned on the lantern. He grinned when everything was how he remembered it. He snuggled in the sleeping bag. The walls of the box were painted red, with a lightning symbol in the middle. He had painted the walls when he first came down here. It was before he knew both his heroes, the Flash and Uncle Barry were the same person. It had been on of the best days of his life. He sat in silence, until he heard footsteps. He turned off the lantern, and sat in absolute silence, not moving.

"Wally? Where are you?" He heard a man ask. He recognized the voice as Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman. He cringed, but got out of his box. He didn't want to know what the repercussions were going to be if he didn't comply.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne?" He asked in a small, quiet voice. Batman approached him. silently.

"Why did you run away?" Wally looked at his feet, ashamed.

"I was scared that Uncle Barry would get mad at me." Wally looked up, puzzled.

"Where is Uncle Barry?" Batman hesitated. He wracked his brain for an excuse.

"He wanted to be here, but he had to stop the Rogues, because they wouldn't like another hero fighting them, would they?" Wally grinned.

"James would throw fake dog vomit at them, and blow pink bubbles in their face. Can I see them?"

"We'll see. Follow me. We'll go back to the Watch Tower."

Once they had all gotten back to the Watch Tower, Wally sat awkwardly in the medical wing as a doctor looked him over for injuries. After finding none, Wally was sent to go to bed. He was sent to a room with a Flash symbol on the door. He walked in and got on pajamas. They were way too large for him, but he put them on anyway. He crawled into the large bed and drifted off.

Bruce watched the 10 year old go to sleep, before heading to his own room on the Watch Tower. The residents of the Watch Tower, mainly the ones right next to Flash's room, were woken up in the middle of the night by screaming. Bruce ran down the hall, not noticing he was still in his sleeping clothes. He burst into Wally's room. He froze when he saw a 12 year old, with bloodied PJs, screaming and crying. Dick and Roy soon came into the room.

"Well..." Dick trailed off as Roy started swearing. Bruce sighed.

"Exactly what you said Roy."

*I know I'm somewhat inconsistent, but he was taken to Barry's when he was 12 in this story. I don't think I got the ages right, but I don't care. So ha.