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After the laughter fest that had come out of breakfast, Wally was lead to the bathroom, Aqualad and Roy standing outside the door the entire time, talking quietly enough that they'd be able to hear if he tried to do something. What they thought he was going to do was beyond him because Wally had looked all over and there was no way to escape that bathroom that he could find. Or, at least, that he knew that he would be successful with. He was sure he could get up into the air vents, but that was hardly going to be successful. The two outside would definitely hear it and even if they didn't, there was no way he'd be able to get out of the hideout before they noticed he was taking too long and realized that he'd escaped out the vent system. Wally had no doubts that Robin would be able to get him out of the vent system before he escaped. That one was sneaky.

So, Wally peacefully went to the bathroom and came out scowling. They thought they were so clever. They wouldn't think that when Wally managed to escape.

Roy stretched and asked Aqualad, "What are we doing now?"

"I believe that Black Canary has arrived for training." Aqualad answered.

Wally groaned, "Seriously? It had to be her?"

Roy raised his eyebrows at Wally, poking him lightly in the back to get him to start moving in the right direction, "What do you have against BC?"

"She hates me." Wally confided miserably, momentarily forgetting that Aqualad was there. For the moment, it just felt like he was back in that old warehouse with Roy and they were talking as they practiced shooting a bow and arrow.

"She doesn't hate you." Roy said, mouth curled like he was holding in a laugh.

"That's what you think, but she hates me!" Wally said, glaring at his friend.

Roy nodded sagely, "If she does hate you – which she doesn't – then it's probably because you did something rude and obnoxious which is the usual reason people hate you."

"People don't hate me. According to Mirror Master, I'm too adorable to hate." Wally said, turning to make puppy dog eyes at Roy. Roy just rolled his eyes and shoved at Wally until he stopped, laughing slightly.

Aqualad's voice burst the bubble of happiness that had been growing, "It is nice to see a villain and a hero get along so well."

"Yeah, well, don't expect it to be happening with you Fishboy." Wally shot out mulishly. Roy sighed from next to him.

Aqualad didn't seem concerned by it, though, just commenting mildly, "Are nicknames not a sign of camaraderie and friendship?"

Wally glared at him, "Not always. Sometimes people do it just to be cruel."

"I am glad that this is not one of those times, then." Aqualad said, lips curving up into a small, gentle smile before he announced, "I must retrieve something from my room. I will meet you in the training room." He was gone before Wally could get another comment in.

Wally glared out at the spot Aqualad had disappeared off to, muttering, "That's not what just happened."

"What's your problem, Wally?" Roy asked suddenly.

"Don't call me Wally." The speedster answered irritably. Roy glared at him until he capitulated, "I don't have a problem. This is just how I act with new people."

"That's not how you acted when I met you." Roy said.

Wally frowned, "Yeah it is. I acted worse than that in that hotel room."

"I mean after. In the alleyway." Roy clarified.

"First of all, that doesn't count because it's wasn't my first meeting with you. Second of all, that was extenuating circumstances. I had just screwed up my first hit with the Rogues and had been certain that they wanted me to leave because I wasn't worth anything to them anymore. I was emotionally compromised." Wally said, rambling towards the end.

Roy rolled his eyes again, "It wasn't because you were 'emotionally compromised' or whatever. You acted like a douche in the hotel because you were trying to show yourself off as a villain. You didn't act like a douche in the alleyway because you weren't trying to put on a front."

Wally scowled at Roy, "Being a villain is not putting up a front. And trust me, when the Rogues originally kidnapped me out of an alleyway, I acted exactly the same to them. I acted like that for a while. I'm just a naturally rude person. Deal with it."

"That's the thing," Roy pointed out, "You aren't a naturally rude person. I don't think you ever were, but if you had been, then the Rogues already fixed that. You aren't a rude person and you're designing a villain's mask to hide yourself under when you're uncomfortable."

"What are you, my therapist?" Wally asked irritably, "I don't need some poetic waxed about my life or whatever. Here's how this is: I'm a villain stuck in a hideout with a bunch of heroes. You hurt my teammates and you kidnapped me without reading my rights and you won't let me go and my powers aren't working. Maybe I'm secretly a nice little kid at heart, but I think I have the right to be a little irritable." Unbidden, his mind flashed back to Patrick telling him that he didn't have the right to get what he wanted because he hadn't earned it yet. He stubbornly pushed the memory away.

Roy sighed, "There's no need to get so defensive. This isn't an attack. This is a concerned friend trying to help. At this point, I'm the only one in here who trusts you, so getting mad at me isn't really an option."

"I don't need someone to coddle me! I don't need someone to trust me! Besides, you shouldn't trust me. I'm going to escape. Don't even pretend that I won't because I'm going to, no matter how wonderful you think your security is. You don't control me and you don't make my decisions." Wally snapped, glaring straight ahead rather than looking at Roy's expression.

He could hear the raised eyebrow in Roy's voice when the hero responded, "Alright, I'll back off. Just... we're trying our best here, Momentum. We're trying to not ruin you by throwing you into Belle Reeve with the lunatics and the truly evil people. You have a chance here and I'm just saying that I think you should take it." He paused, but Wally kept mulishly glaring away from him. Roy sighed again and said, "That's all I had to say. Take it or leave it. Besides, we're here."

Apparently Wally had been so focused on looking everywhere except Roy that he hadn't actually seen where they were. Kind of ironic, huh? He focused on his surroundings and whistled slightly, but didn't comment otherwise. He was currently Not-Talking to Roy and that was that. He didn't care how childish it made him look. He'd been denied the chance to be a child, so he was just making up for lost time.

Most of the other little heroes were gathered there, Aqualad and Robin being the only ones missing. At least, that was what Wally had thought until he saw the shadows shift in the corner and realized that Robin had been standing there the whole time. For someone with such a bright suit, the kid could hide in the shadows quite well.

Aqualad and Black Canary came in at the same time, strolling up to the center of the training room. Roy deposited Wally on a bench in the corner and told him to stay there before going to join the rest of the group. Wally watched as they all moved into stretches, making sure that they wouldn't hurt anything training.

The image kind of reminded him of training with the Rogues. They were like this. Everyone picked their favorite spot in the room and started doing whatever stretches they wanted while Wally, easily finished before the others, was vibrating in impatience. Eventually Len would call a stop to the stretching and they would pair up completely randomly. The only rule for pairing up was that you can't have paired up with them in the past two days of training. Then the pairs would pair up with another pair and there'd be a sort of battle royale between the pairs. The winners of each pair up would face each other and the pair that won that round squared off against each other. Three days a week they were allowed to use powers and weapons, but the other four they just had to use their brains and fists. Of course, there were times that Mark or Wally would accidently use their powers, but it all worked out in the long run.

After that, they'd always move onto group battles. James and Wally would set up a veritable jungle of obstacles on the training floor and Hartley would design enemies through a program. Those enemies would be projected onto the obstacle course that James and Wally designed. There were days where they did evasion and days where they practiced tailing and days where they tried fighting the holograms. When they weren't doing that, they were getting lectures from the other members of the group. Len would lecture about having showy crimes without being tacky and Mick would lecture about the best times to use firepower. Sam would lecture about distraction techniques and Mark would talk about famous heist techniques. Digger liked to do his presentations on how to make anything into a weapon and coming up with last minute schemes. Hartley did his on how to utilize technology. James taught them about the way math factored into heists and Wally always talked about the use of chemically based weapons and gadgets.

Training with Cheshire had been completely different. It had always just been the two of them and the pace she'd set had been completely brutal. Breaks were short or non-existent and there was no observing others. Lessons with her were focused entirely on being concise and staying hidden when pulling a job. It was never easy going, and it was always hard work. There wasn't a set schedule, just working on mastering something before moving on once that had been achieved.

The training that he was watching the mini heroes do was something of a mixture between the two. Black Canary was constantly observing them, moving between them and adjusting stances here and explaining things differently there. The members were paired off against each other, obviously familiar with the partner they found themselves with. Occasionally, she would stop the group and demonstrate something new for them to go over. It wasn't the brutal pace that Cheshire had set up, but it wasn't as easy-going as the Rogues had either. For a brief moment, Wally wondered what it would be like to join them.

He scowled at himself for the thought. What was he thinking? There was no way they were going to let him train with them. That was just stupid. Why would he even want to train with them? He needed to be focusing on getting out of this place, not watching them train like an idiot. Of course, there was always the fact that if he watched them, then he'd learn some of their moves, but escaping took priority over that. It would always take priority. He was stupid for getting confused about it momentarily.

Black Canary's voice broke him out of his reverie, calling out, "Momentum. You have had some hand to hand training, correct?"

"Not really your business." Wally answered easily, not even shifting. He could hear Roy's annoyed huff even from where he was sitting.

Black Canary's smile was wicked when she sent back, "I think it is my business. You have had some hand to hand training, correct?"

"Look, lady, I don't care what you think is your business. This ain't it. Leave me alone." Wally responded, scowl overtaking his features.

Black Canary's smile was more than wicked and a little cruel when she responded sweetly, "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Red Arrow, Aqualad? Would you two be so kind as to escort Momentum back to his cell and chain him back up? He wants to be alone right now."

Wally shot to his feet, eyes widening slightly as Roy and Aqualad shrugged and started walking towards him. He growled out, "Alright! Yes, I've had hand to hand training. Why does it even matter?" His fists were clenched, and he was fighting the temptation to bare his teeth slightly.

"It matters because I expect some respect around here. I worked hard to get to where I am today and you will not call me lady with that tone. Is that understood?" Black Canary said back, steel lining her words. Wally didn't answer and Black Canary's back straightened in challenge, "Here's how this works: we don't have to let you wander around the Team's headquarters. We could very easily leave you back in that cell where you don't have a chance of escape and where you'll, as a speedster, be completely miserable. You are going to treat me and the Team and any other person who comes through here with respect because we are actually doing you a kindness right now. So unless you want us to take that kindness away, you will be polite back to us. Is that understood?"

Wally accepted the challenge, taking a threatening step towards the older female hero and growling, "Here's how this works: I don't care what you do with me because I'm going to escape anyways. You think I can't get out of that cell? You're wrong. And you know what? You won't put me back in that cell anyways. You see, I've got a theory. I think you want something from me. That's why you're 'doing me a kindness'. You just want me to do something for you or tell you something. Now, let's see. You probably don't want me to do something because I honestly can't think of something you'd need me to do that someone else couldn't do. So that means that you want information. What information would be so important that you'd risk the safety of your precious little Team and risk the chance of me escaping?" He pretended to think for a moment even as his soul died a little at the thought of being stuck back in that cell. He continued once he assured himself that everyone was watching, "Oh, I know! You want to know who the mole is."

Zatanna sucked in a gasp at his words, eyes widening at the implication. Robin's hand moved slightly to the baton strapped to his thigh and Artemis's fingers tightened into fists. Miss Martian was glancing around with worried eyes, lip pulled in between her teeth. Superboy's grounding teeth could be heard from where Wally was standing. Roy and Aqualad had gone stiff, throats working.

The only one who seemed unmoved was Black Canary who stared at him with the loose, easy stance she'd had the entire time, "That is one of our goals. We want to know who the mole is. We want to know what the Light's endgame is. Most importantly, though, we want you to trust us. That's why we haven't pushed for answers and that's why we're willing to trust you to not escape. If you can't behave, though, I will put you back in that cell for the rest of the day. I won't have these kids be hurt because they're willing to play nice and you aren't."

Wally's head was reeling. Were they serious? Better question, were they out of their minds? Which idiot decided that this was a good game plan? Then again, it was probably Uncle Barry or Patrick. The two of them both seemed like that kinds of idiots that liked him enough to think that this was actually a good idea. They were trusting him in the hopes that he would out of the blue start trusting them? And all before the Light put their big plan into action? This reached whole new levels of moronic that Wally actually had a difficult time processing.

Besides, Wally knew that none of them actually trusted him. The only one who was close to trusting Wally was Roy and Wally would never fully trust him back because he was, in the end, just a clone being used by the Light. Which was something that the Team wanted to know. Which was something that Wally could never tell them. Even if he didn't tell the heroes what the Light was planning and just told them what Roy was, then the Light's plans would be ruined. How could he face the rest of the villain world if he betrayed the Light? How could he face Cheshire? Or Icicle Jr.?

Wally's voice was still in a low growl when he said, "I will never tell you the Light's secrets. I don't care what you do to me to get them out, but this stupid trying to get my trust idea won't work. You're just wasting time at this point."

Roy's voice was thick with anger and some other emotion when he snarled, "Idiot! Are you trying to get us to hurt your or something? What happened to the kid who told me that he might enjoy stealing, but he still wants to help people? What happened to him?"

"He changed." Wally snapped, eyes flashing dangerously, "I'm a villain. That's all I am. That's all I'm ever going to be." Roy's jaw clenched before he stalked out of the room, leaving only silence in his wake.

Black Canary watched Wally with impossibly sad eyes and said, "The rest of you, please escort Momentum back to his cell. Start a guard rotation again. We'll see if he's more willing to work with us in the morning." And with that, Wally was led back to that hated cell.

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Len glared critically at the group that Wally had left with. Sportsmaster had an icepack against his wrist, the appendage cradled carefully in his lap. Cheshire's hair looked like a bird's nest and there was a smudge of blood on the cheek of her normally pristine mask. Icicle Jr. looked to be the worst out of them. There were friction burns on his cheekbone and forehead and there was a bandage taped around his head. His eyes were ringed with dark exhaustion and two of his fingers were taped together, one of them already purpling and swelling. The stiff way he held himself showed that there were some broken bones in there as well. His mouth was drawn with pain and his eyes looked dead.

Len drawled, "Let me get this straight: Momentum seemed to be unable to extract himself from the fighting and keep up with you once you run, so you left him, one of the most informed members of the Light, to be captured by the enemy. Does that about sum it up?"

Sportsmaster glared through the screen at the leader of the Rogues, but it was Ra's al Ghul from the other screen who answered, "I believe that Momentum will be able to take care of himself. He seems a very capable young man." They were in a three-way conference with Wally's team on one screen, the leaders of the Light on another screen, and the Rogues on the third.

Sam spoke next, drawing the group's attention to him, "And why, exactly, was it believed that Wal – that Momentum wouldn't be able to keep up with you when you escaped? Was he injured?"

Len watched as Cheshire's body seemed to shift slightly in the direction of the Light's screen, mentally thinking that he should thank her at some point for that hint. Len asked, "Or was there something else? Something that went wrong with how the mission was planned?"

Luthor's expression was flat, but there was some sort of hidden fury locked in those eyes that Len was surprised the man was allowing them to see. Luthor normally did his best to lock all of his actual emotions in when around other people. Luthor said monotonously, "That mission is none of your concern. You only need to know where the mission is and how long it is supposed to take. Any other details are not a part of our agreement."

Len smiled sharply, "What agreement? Face it, you don't have the kid anymore. Without Momentum you don't have any bargaining chip. You can deal with the Team by yourself now that you've lost one of your best agents."

Queen Bee purred curiously, "You don't seem particularly concerned by this turn of events."

Hartley barked out a laugh, "That's just because he's better at hiding how he feels than your leader over there."

Savage growled at them, "Luthor is not our leader. We are all in equal places of power on this board." Hartley just stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Luthor hissed at them, "If that is how you feel, then fine. If you are seen back at the Light compound, you will be killed on sight. When we get Momentum back, you will not be allowed to see him ever again."

"Just ya watch, we'll get'm back before ya even get close." Digger snarled. The Light promptly cut their screen out of the conversation. Len figured that was probably for the better.

Before the others could cut their screen out and end the conversation, though, Len said, "Not quite yet. I've got a few questions for you."

"Our bosses just made it real clear that you're not welcome. We won't be answering any questions." Sportsmaster sneered.

Cheshire gave off the impression of rolling her eyes as she said, "Ignore that idiot. What questions?"

Len jerked his head towards the still silent and unmoving Icicle Jr., "The kid okay?"

"I'm fine." Icicle Jr. answered. His expression didn't change much except to become a little more thunderous. Ice gathered at his fingers and the breath of the other two started puffing out into the air. Before anyone said anything, Icicle Jr. got ahold of himself and reigned his powers back in, clenching his fists and closing his eyes.

"Well, that answers my first question." Len said mildly before turning towards Cheshire, "What really happened? How did the Team know where to find you?"

"Plastic Man. He betrayed the Light." Cheshire answered easily.

Mick looked up, grunting, "Who's Plastic Man?" He said the name with such confusion and disdain that even Len felt a little impressed. It almost sounded like Mick actually didn't know who Plastic Man was.

"He's our next mission. We're to find him and Wally. I hope you won't get in our way." And with that, Cheshire cut off communication, leaving Len scowling. He'd been leading her towards explaining whatever it was that allowed the little leaguers to capture Wally since Plastic Man hadn't been at all helpful in answering that, but apparently not. Cheshire was too good at this, too used to this life.

Sighing, Len ran a hand through his hair. It just wouldn't stop bothering him. How could the Team have caught Wally? The only thing he could ever think of working would be to have another speedster there, but the Flash wasn't there from what Len could tell. Other than that… maybe if they'd used one of his teammates against him? But then why would they just take him and not the other teammate? It didn't make sense. What had happened to Wally?

"You're thinking too loud. Shut up." Mick said, settling down next to Len. The rest of the Rogues had scattered throughout the hideout. Len knew that they were all just trying to decompress and come to terms with the fact that their newest member was in enemy hands.

Sending Mick an annoyed look, Len grumbled, "You're being too obnoxious. Shut up."

"Not as obnoxious as you." Mick retorted, idly flicking a flame on and off with one of his many igniters. This one was one of the first Len had ever seen him with, one of the few that had survived their time as the Rogues.

Len sighed before musing quietly, "Do you remember when we formed the Rogues?"

"Don't you mean you formed the Rogues?" Mick grunted.

"No, no. When we formed the Rogues. We did it together. The rest of the team knew that it was us in charge even if they voted me in as leader. You're second-in-command. You're the acting captain in my absence." Len trailed off, staring at the blank screen, wishing Wally was just home and they could wipe their hands of this whole Light mess.

Mick sighed, "We're going to get him back."

"In what shape?" Len asked.

"It doesn't matter." Mick answered firmly.

Len finally turned to face his friend, "How does that not matter?"

"Think about the way we found the kid. He was dying in an alleyway. His leg was broken in three spots. His ribs were broken and bruised. He was injured all over. He hated people and completely distrusted us. And then we got him to start working with us and start opening up to us and start trusting us. If we can do it once, we can do it again." Mick answered.

Len didn't comment on how that was one of the few times Len has ever heard him string more than a sentence or two together and he didn't comment on how Mick's own voice was dubious as if he didn't believe the things he was saying. Instead, he just nodded and said, "Together. As a team."

Author's Note: I'm not all that good at writing Mick, so he hasn't really done much in this fic, but I love his character so much and I think his relationship with Len is a glorious thing, so I tried to put some of him in the end there. I also adore Black Canary and think she is the ultimate mother and the perfect person to choose as a den mother of the Team, so she'll be showing up a bit too. Thanks for reading!