Chapter 36

Wally sat silently, not sure really what to think of his situation so far.

The strange rogue had suddenly become antsy when he heard noise from inside the house and grabbed Wally as he dashed off. Wally barely even realized what was happening, even when his brain moved faster than a normal human's this was just hard to comprehend.

Now he was sitting in a chair, in a pretty dingy looking 'apartment' above a bar that he had quickly noted was filled with rouges and crooks trying to get a name from themselves.

Trickster, or James as he had persisted he preferred when he was off duty, was pacing in front of him muttering to himself about consequences.

The whole display made the redhead a little nervous but also gave him time to observe small details of the place and figure out all the possible escape roots. Coming up with ones that involved powers and ones that did not, and even sorting them into categories.

This was just a problem his mind was grateful to have the chance to figure out.

Hesitantly the boy decided to speak up.

"J-James?"

The clown's head wiped around to look at him, the call breaking him from his thoughts.

Wally bit his lip hesitantly not really sure what to say or where to start. Even with all the possibilities and ways that this could work he hadn't actually thought the least likely plan he was trying would work or how to even ask the simple question.

"C-can I go home soon? It is almost dinner t-time?"

James blinked his eyes in a confused manner as he tried to understand what Wally had just said.

"Home?"

"Yeah, home. To my Aunt and Uncle, please?"

James walked a few steps forward and looked down at him.

"But that means you are going to leave me, and even tell Flash where I am, or my doctors. I don't want them to find me, I don't need my medicine. I can take care of myself."

With every word the clown seemed to get more distressed and angry making Wally lean back in his chair in fear.

"N-no," Wally stammered out as he shook his head back and forth hoping he got his point across, "I won't tell them, I promise. I just want to go home, I am getting hungry is all."

"Hungry?" James settled down, looking like an idea popped into his crazed mind.

"I can fix that," and with that, James left the apartment. Locking the door behind him.

Wally waited a few moments in his chair before getting up. He had thought the whole move to not restrain him had been odd but what the news and Uncle Barry had said about the Trickster he knew he wasn't the most evil villain.

Moving over to the window he looked out, seeing no fire-escape he ran over to the one in the bedroom and thankfully found an exit there.

Carefully opening the window he peaked out into the alley and gulped.

He was in the worst area in Central, and not a lot of places were bad in a city like this but every city had to have a poor area.

Hearing footsteps heading toward the room he didn't hesitate any longer from jumping onto the old metal of the fire escape and hiding under the window sill.

When James opened the door he found an empty room and no one to eat the burger he had brought for the kid.

Wally ran down the back allies of Central City; avoiding puddles and broken glass the best he could manage. It was hard trying to maneuver around an area he was not familiar with; in his pajama's no less.

After what had seemed like forever he gave up running around in metaphorical circles and ended up sitting down on a turned over trash can.

He was lost, hungry, and had no idea if they even noticed that he was missing.

His head sunk onto his chest as he covered his face in his hands; trying his best to ignore the panic that was racing through him.

It didn't help that his mind went automatically to how he was going to starve in the next twenty-four hours or so.

Slow, I'm too slow. I could have gotten away if I wasn't so dang slow. Uncle Barry won't want someone as slow as me around to help him let alone train him. He has given up on me.

The thoughts swirled around in his head at what seemed to be a million miles a minute, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

The crying did quickly go away though, as he thoughts turned from self-abuse to just a numb feeling. The calm before the storm.

Just sit there and die; this is the reason that Uncle Barry hates me and Dad. I don't do anything but sit here like a baby. I sit here and not do anything productive, I wait to be rescued.

Why should anyone help me if I don't do anything to make them have a good reason?

Wally slowly moved his hands from his face and hit the can in frustration. How quickly his emotions changed.

He was right, this thoughts were right thought. Very right.

If he didn't do anything how was he expected to get found just sitting in a random alley where there was a city full of them. No one would expect him to even be in this part of the city, not when he lived in the suburbs.

He was frustrated, confused, and scared. All his emotions coming out in a blur.

This was another problem with the speed; he got so caught up in the problem at hand so quickly and let his mind do the talking. He just had to block it out, block out the mental abuse.

Gritting his teeth he bolted out of the alley, focusing on nothing but the sound of the wind and the slap of his bare feet on the concrete of the street.

A/N: I know I am late but Thanksgiving week in the US and the week before it is crazy. Doesn't help I am a procrastinator.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I am trying to get more development rolling so he can don the title of Kid Flash but Wally had to become a Flash more mentally then physically at the point and he is only being trained to control the speed.

Yes a mental block is being put up the more Wally doubts himself so in theory he can never be as fast as Barry…as long as he keeps that up. And the more people remind him of his disability and hindrance he never will be able to take it down.

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to those in the US and…just have a good day for the people elsewhere on the globe.