Author's Note: Here we are with another chapter! Read, review, and enjoy!

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Wally groaned when Wyynde and Jason were sheepishly let into the room, "Didn't you get arrested for kidnapping me? Why are you here? Leave me alone."

Jason rolled his eyes and stalked over to Wally, grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him up, "C'mon, we're going home. Batman sent a car for us or whatever. I guess they don't want to crowd us with people in the middle of this random coast town, so we'll be meeting up with people we know later. Damian's been brought somewhere safe. Someone already picked Talia up. I think she's locked up in the Watchtower or something. I wasn't really paying attention."

"Shocker," Wally sighed. He jerked his shoulder out of Jason's hold and stood his ground, "And why should I go with you? For all I know, they're going to treat me better here. They didn't even cuff me."

"That is because they locked you in a cell instead," Wyynde sighed, "We are going to take you back to your family."

"Yeah, maybe the old Wally would call heroes his family, but this Wally says no to that," Wally frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jason growled, "We're bringing you back to the Rogues, idiot! I mean, yeah, they'll be with the heroes, but they are villains! Now get up and follow us to the car or I'll make you follow us."

For a moment, Wally considered resisting again. He'd said that he wasn't going to lay down and take this. They had to know as well as he did that if they just let him out of the collar, he'd come back if his memories came back. And if not? Then he was better off making a new life anyways. In the end, though, it wasn't worth it. He was pretty sure he got his point across when he made them cuff him on the boat. Doing it again would just be… petty. And maybe Wally was a petty person, but at the moment? He just felt tired.

Wally's shoulders slumped and he started walking out of the cell, "Yeah, whatever." He could feel Wyynde and Jason exchanging looks behind his back and tried not to feel too offended by it. They weren't really the ones at fault for making the situation feel like a superheroes vs. supervillains situation. Wally knew that it was his own stubbornness that was causing the rift between them. Well, okay, putting the inhibitor collar back on him had been the ultimate douche move, but at least that was done with somewhat good intentions whereas Wally's contribution to this rift were done with pure spite and stubbornness in mind.

Still, that didn't mean that Wally didn't feel the rift. It didn't mean that he felt like anything other than a lowly criminal being escorted by two heroes. To try to shake off the feeling of loneliness that settled over him (how could he not feel lonely? The only people he remembered had betrayed him), Wally let himself fall back a little, determinedly walking between Jason and Wyynde instead of in front of him. He wouldn't look at either of them, but he could see Wyynde's relieved smile out of the corner of his eye. Jason was still scowling somewhat, but that was his default setting, so Wally wasn't too concerned.

Just before they left the station, Jason hesitated, causing the other two to pause as well. Wyynde looked over at him curiously, "Are you alright, Jason?"

"No," he admitted quietly, "This is a mistake. They're not going to believe it's me. Or they're going to get mad that I was gone so long even though I didn't remember them. I should just… bail. Find somewhere else to go."

Wally scowled at him, "Absolutely not. If I'm not allowed to, then you most certainly aren't allowed to." Wally's expression brightened, "Unless you wanted to take my inhibitor collar off and then we could both make a run for it."

"Absolutely not," Wyynde commanded, "Wally, please stop talking. Jason, we have had this conversation before. You believe that they will be pleased to see Wally, correct?" He waited for Jason to nod before continuing, "Then they will be pleased to see you. It does not matter that you have been gone for longer. That just means that there will be more relief."

Jason swallowed hard, looking at them nervously for another moment. Then, he shook himself, taking a deep breath and facing the doors again with more determination. He nodded, "Alright, I'm ready."

"Took you long enough," Wally muttered under his breath, but he also jostled Jason's shoulder lightly in approval. Jason hip checked him back. Wyynde sent them both a fond smile.

It was then that a car pulled up in front of the police station. It was a tasteful black car with tinted windows. Apparently neither Jason nor Wyynde considered that this car might not be for them because evidently things just showed up at the perfect time for heroes because they both started moving towards the car, no hesitation. Wally caught up quickly, hissing, "How do you know this is our car?"

"Batman said it would be black," Wyynde answered.

Wally tried to not roll his eyes too aggressively, "Right. Of course. How dumb of me. There couldn't possibly be any other black car at the front of a police station. Because no one other than Batman has black cars. Forgive my ignorance."

"You are so paranoid," Jason hissed back.

Wally elbowed him, "It's not paranoia if they're-,"

He was cut off by Jason elbowing him back with twice the strength and groaning dramatically, "If you say 'they're really out to get you,' I'm going to hurt you."

Wally smirked, "It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you."

Jason growled, "That's it!"

Luckily (or, perhaps, unluckily), Wyynde stepped between them before they could do any damage, grabbing a fistful of each of their shirts. He hissed down at them, "Behave!"

Wally glanced over at him, "You were a lot more chill when I first met you."

"I wonder whose fault that would be," Wyynde sighed. Wally and Jason both shrugged at the same time. They grinned at each other in acknowledgement. Wally's grin faded quickly, though. He didn't want to be grinning alongside Jason. Not this quickly after Jason betrayed him.

(And if there was a part of him that was begging him to go along with Jason so he could find this mysterious family of his? If there was a part of him that was hoping against hope that these superheroes could bring his memories back and stop the space outs? Well, if there was a part of him like that, then Wally was firmly ignoring it.)

Wyynde quickly opened the back door and the passenger-side front door, hustling Jason into the front and sitting in the back with Wally. At first, Wally was a little affronted, but he realized that it probably made a lot of sense to separate Jason and Wally.

The moment the doors closed, some of the tension leaked out of Wyynde's shoulders. It was clear that he hadn't really felt like he'd made it back until he'd gotten in this car. The person in the driver's seat turned around and faced them, "Master Wyynde, Master Wally. It is a pleasure to see the two of you safe. And then, I am not certain I was given more than your first name, Master…," The old man in the front seat trailed off, expression going slack.

Jason's mouth had fallen open and his arm had discreetly snuck behind the chair, towards Wyynde. Sensing what he needed, Wyynde quickly grabbed Jason's hand, grounding him as Jason gave the old man a shaky smile and said, "Hey, Agent A. Been a while, huh?"

To give credit to the old guy – Agent A or whatever, - he composed himself pretty quickly for someone who was clearly facing two people he'd thought were dead. He sent Jason a bright, loving smile, "Master Jason. I am afraid that I wasn't expecting you. Master Dick will be displeased to know that you have won the contest on who can startle me first."

Jason grinned back, some of the shakiness fading away in the face of Agent A's acceptance, "Dick deserves to be shown up like that. Did the new Robin get in on that bet? Have I beaten him out without even meeting him?"

"Indeed, Master Jason," Agent A smiled indulgently, "Now, I am certain that you all have quite the tales to tell, but unless you wish to tell me now, I would recommend that you hold onto them until we have reached the others. It will be easier to only tell the story once."

"So…," Wally wondered out loud, "Anyone going to introduce me to this guy or what? Like, I get that you call him Agent A or whatever, but… that tells me literally nothing."

Agent A startled a little bit, glancing in the mirror before facing the road and starting the car, pulling out slowly, "They had warned me that your memory was spotty, but I hadn't expected it to be this bad. You really don't remember me?"

"No," Wally said sourly. Was it going to be like this with everyone? They knew that his memory was bad but not non-existent? Was everyone going to sit there and remind him that his memory was gone, and he should be remembering them but can't? Because, if so, then he was even less excited to do this.

Agent A must have picked up something in Wally's tone because his voice was measured and even when he said, "Ah, that is alright then. I am Agent A, a helper for Batman. Most know me by the name Alfred Pennyworth, however. I am the butler to Bruce Wayne, who is also known as Batman and as the legal guardian for Jason here."

"Bruce is also your boyfriend's guardian," Jason sent back.

Wally grimaced, "Wait, if my boyfriend or whatever takes the next step, does that mean you'd be my brother?"

Jason made a retching noise, "Absolutely not. I would disown my family to avoid that."

Wally rolled his eyes, "This boyfriend of mine's got to be something good if I was willing to put up with being related to you at some point in the future."

Alfred's eyes met Wally's through the rearview mirror, "You also do not remember Master Dick?"

"Nope," Wally said, trying to keep his own voice as even as Alfred's, "And I find that name to be pretty ridiculous, in case anyone was wondering. Do I make fun of him for that or is he sensitive about it? But anyways, I don't remember anyone. No boyfriend, no family, no friends."

"Except possibly a mysterious little girl," Jason teased.

Wally rolled his eyes, "Please shut up. No one actually wants to listen to you speak."

Alfred pitched in mildly, "As someone who has been missing Master Jason for many years, I can say with complete honesty that there is someone who wants to listen to him speak." Before Jason could get too self-righteous, though, Alfred added, "There is also someone who wants to listen to Master Wally speak after losing him for two years and who wants to listen to Master Wyynde speak after losing him for several months."

"What I'm hearing," Jason asked gleefully, "Is that you want to hear me talk the most since I've been gone the longest, right?"

Wally and Wyynde groaned at the exact same time.

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Dick nervously wound his fingers in and out of each other. Normally, his 'nervous tic' was to stand completely still and at attention, but this was so far beyond normal that he felt himself falling back to his childhood nervous tic. Wally was almost here. Alfred would be bringing him, Wyynde, and the mysterious other person (they'd interrogated Talia about it, but she'd just smirked at them, so there wasn't really a lot to gain from that) back to Garfield's tower where there was a prepped med bay that they could use. Dick figured that Wally would be uncomfortable being treated at the Watchtower and he was completely uncomfortable with bringing a stranger up there when they had a viable option down on Earth.

Will put a comforting hand on Dick's shoulder, "It's going to be great, Dick, really." They'd put most people in other rooms, keeping them well away from the arrivals in order to avoid crowding them. Only the people who knew them best were there. Dick and Kaldur were there for their boyfriends. Will and Jade were there to support both Will's former CI and Kaldur's boyfriend. Barry and Iris had weaseled their way in at the last second, glaring at anyone who dared to suggest they wait. Tara had followed them imperiously. Batman would come in soon to interrogate the three of them. Dick didn't like the idea of them being interrogated so soon after getting home, but their info would be fresher. He also didn't like the idea of anyone but him doing the interrogating, but he recognized that he was likely to be anything but impartial when his boyfriend came home, finally.

There was a ding from the other room as the elevator reached their floor. Jade snickered into the silence, "What do you want to bet that all of the kids – and adults – have their ears pressed against doorways right now?"

"No bet," Will answered immediately, "That is absolutely what they are doing right now."

"Can you blame them?" Barry asked, laughing slightly. Dick felt his own lips curve upwards. He certainly couldn't blame them.

Moments later, the door opened.

It was like Dick's world had been filled with color and joy and love again. It was like a part of his soul had been scooped out and was finally being filled back in. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for. For a second, it felt like his entire life had been building up to this exact moment where he was reunited with Wally finally.

Kaldur was the first to move, though, racing across the room and scooping Wyynde up and off his feet, to the loud cheers of those who had come to support him. Wyynde laughed, wild and happy, swooping in for a kiss as soon as his feet were on the ground again. Kaldur complied, pulling him further in, resting their foreheads together when they had to break for breath.

Dick, of course, only noticed this tangentially. All of his focus was on the red head raising his eyebrows at the room, traditional mini-scowl in place as his eyes darted from person to person. Dick approached him slowly, heart beating a mile a minute. He knew that Wyynde had mentioned something about his memory still being off, so he didn't want to startle Wally, but… he was here. He was here.

Quietly, hesitantly, Dick asked, "Wally? Do you remember me?"

Wally turned to him, giving him the exact same suspicious scowl he'd worn when they'd first met. Dick felt his heart sink when no recognition flared in his eyes. Then Wally said, "Not necessarily? You are definitely familiar. Most of the people in this room are familiar. I'm going to say… Dick?"

Dick lit up, moving a few steps closer, "Yes!" He laughed, brighter than any laugh he'd given in the last two years, "Yeah, that's me. I'm… I'm your boyfriend."

Wally gave him an uncertain smile, not stepping away, but not necessarily moving closer either, "Yeah, that's what these bozos told me. You seem like the nice sort even if you have a weird name."

Will snorted, clearly trying to cover up the noise. Wally glanced over at him, squinting, "I don't know your name. Or the chick next to you."

Jade raised an eyebrow and purred menacingly, "I dare you to call me a chick again."

"That's terrifying," Wally muttered. He turned slightly, looking out at the rest of the group. Barry and Iris were facing him with excited looks. Kaldur was calm when he glanced at him. Wally squinted again, "Fishboy."

Wyynde sighed, "I told you to please not call him Fishboy or me Fishman."

Kaldur laughed, putting a restraining hand on Wyynde's shoulder, "I do not mind. Wally has called me Fishboy since we were much younger. I am curious if you remember my actual name, though."

"Nope," Wally dismissed immediately, causing Will to snort again. Wally landed on the last person in the room. He focused on Tara, "You, I definitely know. You're that girl. Um… Tara? Right? I remember you. Kind of."

The stranger in the back laughed, "Looks like we found your mystery girl, Wally. Didn't realize you were creeping around little girls."

Dick froze when he heard the voice. It was familiar. It was so, so, so familiar, even more so than it had been over the phone back when Wyynde had called them. Dick swallowed, gathering his courage. Carefully, he peaked around Wally to look at the stranger. He almost dropped to his knees. His voice was shaking and unsure when he asked cautiously, "Jason?"

Jason – his brother, the little snot-nosed brat that Dick had come to love like they were blood related – smiled crookedly at him, waving a hand, "Hey, Dick." At this point, Kaldur and Will's jaws were about on the floor, too. It took the rest of them (sans Tara who had never met nor heard of Jason) a few more seconds to figure out who it was, but they all dropped into shock the moment they realized it.

Dick moved towards him, instinctually snatching Wally's wrist and dragging him along. There was no way he was going to be more than three feet away from Wally at any point now that he got him back. Maybe that made things creepy because Wally didn't remember much about him, but Wally hadn't protested the treatment so far, so Dick wasn't going to stop. He stopped right in front of Jason, trying to resist the urge to let his mouth fall open in shock again, "You do not get to hey, Dick me after years of being 'dead!'"

Jason's shoulders sloped up defensively, "In my defense, I only really remembered you, like, two months ago, max. Or, well, okay. When you and those kids or whatever came to Ra's al Ghul's island? I definitely recognized you then, but it was a super vague recognition."

Dick made to ask another question, but Wally had absentmindedly moved so their hands were intertwined instead of having Dick have a death grip on his arm. Wally had started slowly moving his thumb up and down over Dick's hand, just like he used to. The clearly subconscious movement made Dick's words die in his mouth and his heart stutter in his chest. Will ended up asking the question for him, "Not to sound insensitive, but you were for sure dead. Wally at least had the excuse of disappearing. But you were dead."

"Uh, yeah," Jason said, wincing a little, "Let's just say Lazarus Pit and leave it at that, yeah?"

"We are definitely not leaving it at that," Dick warned, "But for now, yeah. We'll leave it there."

Wally spoke before Jason could respond, "Hey, Tara or whatever, come over here. You've been looking at me this whole time. Might as well just come over. Did you want a hug or something? Do I normally give you hugs? How do I know you? And for that matter, I don't actually know the names of everyone in this room and I would like an introduction." He paused, frowning, before correcting himself, "A re-introduction."

Tara crept over to Wally, quietly taking his other hand and leaning her head against his side. He moved his arm over her head and around her shoulders, making sure that their hands were still connected. Dick's heart melted.

Barry jumped in first, grinning brightly even if there was clearly a part of him that was hurt by the fact that Wally didn't remember him, "I'm Barry Allen and this is my wife Iris. We're your uncle and aunt respectively."

"You're the other speedster then," Wally said, sizing him up, "The one I fight?"

"Uh," Barry blinked, "Well, kind of. It's more of a friendly competition, honest!"

"And you're the one I'm biologically related to, right?" Wally asked, addressing his question to Iris.

She smiled kindly at him, "That's me. Legally, we did sign your guardianship away to the Rogues, though, since you wanted to stay with them instead."

Wally narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, I'm not touching that situation with a ten-foot pole until some memories start coming back. How about you two?"

Jade answered for both of them, "I'm Jade, better known as the anti-hero Cheshire and this is Will, the former hero Red Arrow."

Tilting his head to the side, Wally asked, "Did you guys actually make me your kid's godfather or was Talia making that up?"

"We actually did," Jade said, voice warming up a fraction from the glacier it had been before. She had definitely gotten defensive when Wally hadn't remembered her, but the little details were helping her feel like this was really him.

"Huh," Wally said softly. He glanced around the room again. For the first time, Dick actually tracked the movements of his eyes. He was looking for exits and escape routes. Dick had dated him long enough to figure that out. Why would he want to run, though? He must know that they were here to help him and that he didn't need to run.

Or, maybe he didn't know. Dick's heart went cold when he saw what was around Wally's neck. He growled at Wyynde and Jason, "Why does he have an inhibitor collar?"

Wally's eyes snapped over to Dick, something unidentifiable in them, "Won't you please get it off? It's horrible to be in. I hate it. Please take it off."

"Absolutely do not do that," Jason said immediately, hands moving into a defensive position as if he were willing to fight them over that fact.

Wyynde explained more fully, "He will run if you let him out of that collar. He knows that he is a supervillain and finds himself concerned that he is surrounded by superheroes. He thinks that he should be allowed to run off to who knows where for who knows how long to allow his memory to potentially come back naturally and then, if he remembers us, he promises to return."

Wally scowled at the two he returned with, "Jeez, thanks. Ruin my best shot at getting out of here. I'm fairly certain I remember being told that I was going to get to see Rogues so I wouldn't be super outnumbered. Am I just making that up or what? Where are these Rogues people? Aren't they supposed to be my family or whatever?"

Dick glanced wearily at the other members of the group, not sure how to proceed. It was Barry who spoke, taking a few steps towards Wally, "Look, we haven't told the Rogues yet. I'm sure they know some people who can do healing, but we would really like our people to look at you first to try to fix your memory and the space outs before we hand you back to the Rogues."

"Is there a reason you can't do both?" Wally asked sharply. He still hadn't let go of Dick or Tara, though, so Dick tried his best to not let the tone get to him.

Barry winced and admitted, "The second the Rogues get you, they're going to disappear. They'd probably resurface at some point to help us take down the Light, but I can't guarantee that you'd get the help you needed to fix the problems you have right now."

"You also can't guarantee that I won't. Are you keeping me from my family? Have you illegally kidnapped me?" Wally asked, scowl coming back.

Iris raised an eyebrow at him, "At this point, I'm fairly certain it's called arrest."

"Not if I haven't been read my rights and not if I haven't been arrested by a police officer or a superhero who actually has the legal ability to arrest people instead of just beating them up. Like Superman," Wally retorted. His eyebrows lowered in confusion when most of the people in the room took in a startled breath, "What?"

Dick tried to resist the urge to sniffle pitifully, "That's what you would say when the Team arrested you when you were young. Or whenever Barry would steal you from the Rogues for some family thing."

"See?" Jason said, trying to keep up his usual street-kid act, but also holding something infinitely fragile in his tone, "Your memory's kicking in already."

Wally glared at him, "We both know that Ra's said that the most likely way I'll get my memory back is if the collar comes off."

Jason scowled, "Which isn't happening until you decide to not run!"

"Screw you!" Wally growled, still glaring hotly.

Wyynde sighed from where he was cuddled up to Kaldur, "Someone else split them up this time. I just spent several months doing it and I am tired of it." Kaldur squeezed his arm reassuringly.

Before anyone could say anything, the door burst open, a figure panting in the doorway. Dick's eyebrows rose when he realized it was Bruce who had made that undignified entrance. Alfred was behind him, looking as unphased and even-keeled as usual. It wasn't until Bruce took a few, stumbling steps towards Jason, Alfred shutting the door behind them, that Dick realized what had happened. Bruce's voice was wrecked when he asked, "Jason? Is that really you?"

Jason looked over at Bruce, some of the fight draining out of him, bashfulness taking its place, "Yeah, it's me, Bruce."

Bruce swallowed and tried to regain his cool by saying gruffly, "I'm glad you're back. And alive."

Jason smirked, "Did Alfred tell you that I managed to startle him and therefore won the bet?"

Dick's head whipped up, "He did not!"

Alfred raised an eyebrow at Dick, "He did."

Dick wailed dramatically, leaning on Wally for support, "I've been betrayed! By my own little brother! What is this cruel world I find myself in?"

Wally smirked, "You could always disown him. That way I don't end up with him as a brother-in-law." His words were more tempered at that point, but Dick could still identify the anger and frustration barely contained underneath. He pressed a brief, hesitant kiss to Wally's temple to try to help battle against the frustration. He felt another piece of himself slot into place when Wally relaxed under the motion.

Bruce chuckled quietly, moving to stand closer to his kids. He reached out and hesitantly ruffled Jason's hair, turning to look at the rest of the group, "I am glad that you are back at well, Wally. And you, Wyynde."

"Thanks, random dude. Wait, no. Someone definitely told me this guy's name. If he's your guardian, then… Brent? Brad? Brandon? Braddock? Nope! Bruce. Don't know why I was stuck on 'bra' names. You are Bruce," Wally said triumphantly. One of Bruce's eyes twitched, but he still nodded and attempted a smile.

Instead of responding verbally as well, though, Bruce looked at Jason and Wyynde regretfully and said, "I had hoped to give you all more time to catch up with the others, but while I am here, would you mind explaining what happened to me?"

"Of course," Wyynde said warmly, "We were all kept mostly together for the entire time we were with Ra's al Ghul, so our stories are the same. The only time we were truly separated was when one of us was taken to a punishment somewhere." Dick winced at the word 'punishment,' feeling Tara flinch from Wally's either side. Wally gave both of them a reassuring squeeze. Wyynde continued his story, "It was Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, and Jason – although, at the time, he had basically no memories from before his time in the Lazarus Pit – who took us from that beach and to their island. There, Wally and I were put in cells. We were both fitted with inhibitor collars. We managed to convince Jason to free us, but Sensei and Ubu caught us before we could escape fully. Ra's told us that he would be keeping us and training us until we could be real assets to the superheroes against some evil entity. Apparently, this entity is not the Light and is instead the entity that the Light was fighting against. Ra's al Ghul believes that the Light cannot defeat this entity if it is consistently defeated by teenaged superheroes."

Jason cut in at that point, explaining the rest, "After that, Ra's basically trained us all day. If we messed up or talked back or whatever, then Ubu or Sensei or sometimes Ra's or Talia would supervise a night-time punishment. Sometimes we got daytime ones, too, but not nearly as often. When we were in our room at night, Talia would often swing by with Damian and we'd play with him for a bit. Then we'd sleep and repeat. After about two months, though, Ra's said that the time was drawing too near or whatever and that he needed to release us now to the superheroes. We had a couple more days of training and then he was going to use a boat to take us back to you guys somehow. Wally kept insulting him and stuff, though, and we couldn't get him to stop. I'm not super sure what happened after that."

Wally jumped in at that point, "I don't know anything about me or where I was in those two years that I was 'presumed dead' but I think I was in an inhibitor collar for a lot of it. That's the impression I get. And that made me really, really angry. And then them keeping me in an inhibitor collar made me really, really angry. And I could feel that anger physically pushing against the inhibitor collar, so I made sure to make them make me extra angry. It was them putting in a gag that finally got me. I got angry enough and I just – overloaded the inhibitor collar. Burned it right out. Then I phased out of my cuffs, tied up Ra's al Ghul and the others, phased Wyynde and Jason out of their cuffs, grabbed Damian and the baby supplies, and got ready to go. I ended up sparing Talia since I figure she should at least get a chance of sticking with her baby. Until the dad can be found, maybe."

Barry was gaping at Wally, "You did what? You overloaded the inhibitor collar? That's unheard of! Completely revolutionary! Also! When you died, you definitely were not fast enough to phase through things. Whatever happened to you gave you a major boost in speed!"

"I suppose you would know," Wally said mildly, evidently not as impressed as everyone else in the room was. Dick didn't even know how to handle the information. First and foremost, Wally hated the inhibitor collars enough that his anger at them actually overloaded one and he was still stuck in one. That broke Dick's heart, but he understood why it needed to be kept on. Or, well… maybe. There was an idea forming in the back of his mind, but he'd let it form for a while. Secondly, Wally had to be significantly faster than he had been before. Sure, both Barry and Bart could phase through objects, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Wally could actually be the fastest speedster at this point. If that was the case, then Central City was in for quite the crime spree once Wally got his memories back and figured out what he was doing with his life.

Bruce nodded, frowning as ideas probably spun in and out of his head, "We'll have to get a DNA test on the kid. We could ask Talia as well, although I doubt she'll answer. After that, we need where you all will be safe."

Jason scowled, "No way. I'm helping with this. I'm not just going to stand by while this weird entity tries to destroy Earth or something! Unless working with whatever team is on that is your 'safe place,' then I'm not going."

Wyynde nodded in agreement, "I would also like to work with you all on this. I know that I was separated from the information stream earlier on in the investigation due to my responsibilities to my King, but I am certain that he would give me permission to work on this for a time period instead."

Bruce grit his teeth, "Fine. But you do not go anywhere without other team members with you. There are several groups working on this project and you can associate yourself with whichever one you like. Except you, Wally."

"What?" Wally yelped, "Why not? Why am I getting special treatment?"

"You are a criminal," Bruce said, "Which I had assumed meant that you would not want to work with superheroes. Additionally, your memory is nonexistent, and you are still experiencing space outs, correct? We need to find a way to treat that before I can trust you on any sort of team."

Wally scowled, "The answer is still easy: take the inhibitor collar off."

Jason threw his hands in the air, "Not happening! Why can't you deal with that?"

"Wait," Dick said, his former idea finally taking shape, "Wait, yes you can." Wally looked over at him with wide-eyed hope. Dick smiled softly at him, "If we keep him in the Watchtower, then even if we take off the inhibitor collar, he can't run away."

"I am definitely in favor of anything that involves getting this collar off, but why can't I get away?" Wally asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Will laughed, "That's because the Watchtower is in space. You're not running out of there."

"There's still the matter of all of the confidential material on the Watchtower," Bruce protested.

Barry shrugged, sending Wally an apologetic look, "Not if we keep him to the prison cells. I think, last time I was up there, I saw that there was only one person in there at the moment, right? Wally won't be able to get past the security even with superspeed. Probably. So, he could just run around there."

Bruce's expression darkened, "The last time we tried to bring Wally to the cells in the Watchtower, he escaped within fifteen minutes."

"Did I really?" Wally asked delightedly, "That sounds exciting."

"I'm really not surprised," Jason muttered in an undertone to Wyynde who rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Yeah," Barry agreed, "But we've got stuff in place to counteract that now. Besides, once his memories start coming back, he'll understand why he's there. We might not even need to keep him there if his memories start coming back. In the meantime, we'll interview him, see how things feel, so on, so forth. We'll see if we can figure out what these space outs were."

"Conveniently enough," Dick mused, "One of the people who experimented on Wally but actually came to like and somewhat befriend Wally is in those cells right now. You could talk to both of them at once."

"I'm going to be sharing a prison block with someone who experimented on me? Do I really like this person?" Wally asked cautiously. There was something like a deep-seated terror on his face, a shiver running up and down his arms. At first, Dick couldn't figure out what was wrong. He winced when he realized that it was very likely that no one had told him that he'd been experimented on before. Wyynde hadn't known and Jason probably wouldn't have felt comfortable telling Wally about his past. Not that Jason knew all that much, of course.

Tara finally spoke up, still pressed against Wally's side, "You told me that you liked this person. His name's Ben and he was apparently nice."

Wally looked down at her, "Were you being experimented on, too?"

She shook her head, "No."

"Okay," Wally said once it was clear that she wasn't going to say anything else, "I guess that's that, then. I'm going to be locked in a prison block without an inhibitor collar. I can deal with that. I don't suppose anyone would be willing to tell me how I escaped last time, huh?"

Dick laughed, elbowing Wally gently, but good-naturedly. Wally jostled him lightly back. It wasn't quite the same as having his Wally back, but it was close enough and it was still beautiful. Even if this Wally didn't remember him – even if this Wally never remembered him, - this Wally still cared about Dick and remembered enough of their little motions and phrases to fit back in seamlessly enough. If that was all Dick could get, then that was enough.

But that didn't bear thinking about. Not when there was a plan set in place and the high possibility of Wally recovering. Not when Dick had finally gotten the love of his life back. Things were finally looking up.

LLLLLL

Luthor looked up, eyebrows raised in recrimination, when a scientist burst into the room. It was one of the ones who had been set to research Wally. Luthor wasn't entirely certain what they were doing now, other than the little side-project he had assigned them to. Certainly there was nothing that could warrant bursting into his temporary office in the Moroccan branch like this.

The scientist didn't even wait for Luthor's permission before speaking, sending her careening down even further in Luthor's favor. At least, that's how he felt until she really got into her explanation, "I was analyzing Kid Flash's hair sample like you asked. I like to compare my research to control samples, so I wanted to compare his sample to that of a regular human, that of a non-speedster metahuman, and that of a speedster. The only speedster hair we had on hand was that of Tachyon's. I compared their hair samples and, well, look. I believe I may have found the reason behind Tachyon's space outs."

Luthor's eyebrows rose comically higher as he grabbed the papers from the scientist and started to read. His mouth practically fell open when he got to her final conclusions. This level of detail and understanding of speedster lore meant that this woman had been researching speedsters on her own for a while now. It must have been a stroke of fate that she had been placed on the Tachyon research team. Maybe she had angled for it.

Either way, after what she had just discovered… Luthor looked over to Mercy, lips pulling back to show his fiercest shark's smile, "We are going to get him back."

Author's Note: Yay! Reunion! Happy times! Please don't kill me for the ending, haha. Thanks for reading!