When Wally came to his senses, he noticed that he was neither lying on hard ground nor held by strong arms. Instead, there was padding underneath him. Not enough to call it soft but enough to make it one less ache to add to his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, his skin not impossibly hot anymore but still feeling too thin. As if he got pulled in too many directions.

It vaguely reminded him of… "The Speed Force…" he murmured underneath his breath.

Blinking a few times revealed a low ceiling above him. It vaguely reminded him of some of the medical tubes back in the Watchtower. Only darker. And high enough that he could stand up.

He was still staring at it when someone talked to him, off behind his head. "You're finally awake."

Wally turned his head to note that the other stood behind a pane of glass. The man had almost no hair, a dark mask over his eyes, almost like GL, and a two-toned outfit with a cape.

Curious, Wally sat up and turned sideways to put his feet down, only now noticing the IV drip in his arm.

"Your blood sugar was dropping drastically. You won't believe the amount of sugar that's in there. Anyone else would have a heart attack." The guy sounded like an odd mix of amused and serious.

"I think I do…," Wally weakly huffed back. Strangely enough, now that he sat upright, he saw that he was the one behind the glass, not the other guy.

He inspected his little cell from his seat on the cot. It was tiny. If he were to stand up, he would be able to walk three steps from the glass wall to the back. The cot seemed to be able to fold up against the wall. There was a chair underneath a foldable tabletop too.

"I'm a prisoner?"

"Yeah," the guy said and crossed his arms. "For safety."

"Safety? But…Batman was with me. I think." He might have dreamed that then. Wally noticed that more cells like his were on the other side of the room behind the guy. They were empty however.

"With you? He brought you here."

Wally blinked, confused. "But…why did he lock me up? Did I do something? "

His confusion seemed to be infectious, if the guy's expression was anything to go by. "That's what we're trying to find out. Might as well start talking now. He won't be as nice."

"I…start talking about what?" Wally's head was starting to hurt again.

"You know, the usual. Your name. Who you're working for. Why you were in that alley…" the guy trailed off as if it should be obvious which information he wanted.

Wally stared at the man, not sure if he was joking or not. Sure, not everyone knew about the Flash but the League had made each of their names pretty common throughout the cities. "I'm the Flash-"

"You're not." Batman came from the right. From where exactly he didn't know since Wally would have had to bend forward to peer around the corner.

"Wha-" Wally looked bewildered and quickly looked down at his chest. There he picked at his suit, peeling the symbol away before letting it slap back. "Excuse me? Of course I am. I'm wearing the suit?! Don't you recognize me?!" Desperate to prove his point, Wally jumped from the cot and turned to the glass itself, almost slamming into it when he felt like falling over. Instead, he held onto it for support.

He groaned as Batman simply walked by to the giant computer to the left of them, nestled in between the cells on either side. The other guy stood by, quietly saying that Wally should watch out.

"You're not," Batman repeated again as he typed away on the computer, bringing up several pictures of a red and yellow streak.

There! That was him!

"This is the Flash." Batman turned in his direction, one hand still on the keyboard as he pressed a few things, changing the shown pictures as he talked. "You might have a similar suit but it's still different. And I know that the Flash is in Central right now." The question So, who are you? remained unspoken as both men looked at him while Wally gaped at the pictures shown. The pictures were a bit blurry due to the glass but…

Batman was right. Whoever was shown up there was wearing a Flash suit. But the red was darker. The suit wasn't just one material from what Wally could tell and the yellow seemed more metallic than his own ever was. And the symbol…it was a lightning bolt but with two edges rather than one.

At a loss, Wally looked back at Batman only to take a step back and stare at the man before walking up to the glass again. "What's…when did you change suits?!"

"You changed your outfit?" The guy threw in, clearly amused.

"I didn't."

"And you!" Wally looked at the other caped guy. "Who are you? His partner?" Because it seemed like it and he felt like having a mental meltdown at the sheer strangeness of it all while a small, little fear tingled at the back of his. Mind. Oh no…

But the guy, Batman's partner, just grinned. "Heavily depends on the context you're using it."

"Robin."

At least Batman's deadpan demeanor was familiar enough. And had Batman gotten taller?!

He didn't know who to stare at more. This strange, unfamiliar but familiar Batman or the new guy who worked with Batman. With Batman! Who worked alone! Always, unless it was necessary!

"I think I'm going to be sick," Wally murmured. He pushed himself away from the glass and sat down on the cot again, head in his head as he took deep breaths to calm himself down.

Batman's voice was closer the next time he spoke, right to the side of the glass." Your blood sugar dropped dangerously low again. We can mix another drip for you, unless you feel like eating something."

"Yeah." Wally's voice wavered. This really wasn't the Batman he knew. No one from the League would ask such a question in all honesty. "I could go for something with some calories. Like Pizza." He didn't lift his head, unwilling to face the reality of what he was slowly coming to realize.

Which he should have realized as soon as Batman had shown up. It hadn't even been that long and yet…he had gotten used to the smooth transition of muted colors in his vision as soon as Batman was close but…lowering his hands from his face just showed him grey hands, his gloves gone and the sleeves pulled up for the drip. No muted colors on him anywhere.

"Robin," he heard Batman demand.

"Of course," Robin scoffed amused. "How many do you want? One, two?"

"More like twenty or twenty-five."

"Sure feels like it sometimes, huh? How about I get four then?"

Wally put his hands into his hair, sighing and closing his eyes. He didn't really feel like arguing right now, even when he should.

There was the sound of heavy boots shuffling before he heard an incredulous "Seriously?" before this Robin guy seemed to leave.

The woozy feeling in his stomach faded somewhat so he sat up straighter again, getting his hands out of his hair and- he touched his face, his hands trailed from the bridge of his nose down to his neck where the cowl rested.

"You unmasked me?!" Wally turned to Batman who was standing at the computer again, typing away while standing.

"Of course."

"What do you mean of course, that's such a no go!" He would have jumped up again too, but he knew he'd have just fallen flat on his face.

"You're not an ally just because you wear a colorful suit. That would make any clown out there one." Batman didn't even look at him.

Wally opened and closed his mouth a few times, broken sounds escaping him as he struggled to form any kind of argument against that. It was a funny argument on Batman's side, but that was all it was!

"You're…partner, Robin?" Wally carefully began after he sat in silence for a while. "He asked me for my name. Taking my cowl off didn't really help my case, did it?"

Batman stopped typing and turned his head towards him. "No."

That made sense. Although, with this idea in the back of his head, Wally wasn't so sure if it would have helped him if they had. "Uh..can I make a wild theory here? Depending on…on how things work around here, it either sounds very plausible or insane."

He took the ensuing silence as his answer to go on. "I might have landed myself in an alternate dimension. Your dimension and- no, hear me out!" Batman hadn't even moved a muscle, let alone opened his mouth and Wally could still feel the doubt radiating from him. And who could blame Batman? Not only was he Batman but the idea itself sounded insane to anyone who had never experienced anything similar before. "It's not the first time I've seen another dimension. But...the other one was more like a mirror of mine, where the Justice League also existed. Here...not so much," he trailed off.

Batman remained quiet in his stare and Wally let him take it in. Batman believing him was his only saving grace in all of this.

"The Justice League? What is that?" If Batman was skeptical about all of this, he certainly didn't let it show.

Wally took a deep breath. "The League is a bunch of superheroes working together as a group. Before we came together everyone basically stayed in their own city, taking care of crime there. But ever since we started working together, we take over someone's city whose incapable for the time being. Or come together when there's a greater threat."

"...my alternate version is part of this?"

"Sure is," Wally immediately provided. Maybe a little too fast with the look Batman gave him was any indication. But he didn't feel like unraveling all of the mess the League was sometimes. They worked well together and that was what counted in the end. "So, would it help if you have my name?"

It was a weak diversion but so far Batman hadn't outright called him insane, which could only be counted as a win. But this version of Batman was even worse to try to read. At least back home he had had the feeling to get used to it but here...there seemed absolutely no telling body language, not with all that armor on. There were no unnecessary movements and if they were the armor hid it perfectly. So whatever Batman thought about this...Wally could only hope for the best.

"Tell me your name," Batman said and turned back to the computer.

"Wally, I mean Wallace Rudolph West." He watched Batman type in the name and while he couldn't really read whatever showed up on the screen, he could see that it was a list of names. "My parents are Mary West and Rudolph West." Not that he wanted to claim them as his parents but this universe could be different enough that his birthday might not match up. Names and familial relationships would probably get him farther than anything else.

He leaned to the side without being too obvious about it, trying to see what Batman was doing on the screen but the monitor's settings were just off enough that it seemed like an unsharp mess when it came to text through the glass in Wally's cell, much like the pictures earlier. Undoubtedly on purpose. No one would want an enemy to see all the data.

It was silent while Batman looked through everything in a controlled pace, until he suddenly stopped. Batman didn't say anything.

When the pause went on for longer than five seconds Wally perked up. Had Batman found something? "Did you find me? My alternate version at least," he quickly corrected and looked from the unreadable screen to Batman's back.

There was another heavy pause before he continued to the next person, back to the same pace. "No...there is no one who matches you." The information on the screen soon vanished and Batman turned to him, even walking up to the cell to stand before it.

"How am I supposed to get out then? Cross my heart and hope to die while I promise that I mean well?" Wally asked from the cot.

"No. You earn it."

"Earn it? How? My speed is no use in here!"

The sound of an old, heavy elevator and steps that drew closer echoed through the room, keeping Batman from replying as he turned his attention to the side. Robin stepped into view, a stack of pizza boxes in his arms as he walked past Batman and placed them beside the cell.

Batman followed and put a hand to the right of the glass, the same space where he apparently had some data about Wally. He could hear the tapping of fingers on a screen and before Wally knew it Robin placed a few of the boxes in a metal tray that vanished to the left of the cell. A second later they appeared inside his cell.

Wally looked between the two, Robin raising an eyebrow at him, and stood up, careful of the IV drip in his arm. He took the boxes and placed them on the small table against the wall on the other side of the cot while Robin put the next boxes in. Soon enough Wally had his little cell cramped with at least twenty of said boxes, the smell heavy in the air.

"There's no way you can eat all of that," Robin scoffed amused while Batman went out of Wally's field of view.

At least Batman's partner was halfway fun to talk to. "Not only can and will I do that, I'm gonna do that within seconds."

Up went Robin's eyebrow again. "Full of yourself, huh? Wanna bet?"

"That would be unfair, I know what I'm capable of," Wally slightly grinned as he opened one of the boxes. His stomach growled loudly.

"Scared to lose? Don't finish these within..a minute and you have to pay for them."

It was clear that Robin didn't believe in Wally's speed for a second. Laughing somewhat, Wally agreed with a nod. "Alright. Got a stopwatch? I'm ready when you are."

Robin snorted as he lifted his right arm and tapped something on the gauntlet, a display lightening up his face. "I'll count you in. Three...two….one - GO!"

Wally went for it as soon as he heard the g of go, opening and closing the boxes as soon as a pizza was done. And it felt good. To have something in his stomach again. Sure, it wasn't enough but it would be for now.

True to his word he finished within seconds, closing the last box and stretching his arms above his head, mindful of the drip. "Done!"

Robin tapped his gauntlet the second the last box got closed and stared, unbelieving, at the numbers.

"I guess you're paying for them after all. Thanks for the invite!"

"I've never seen someone move that fast," Robin admitted as he put his arm down again, staring in mildly constrained awe before opening the little compartment for the boxes again.

Wally got the gist and moved to put the empty boxes into it again, watching them disappear and appear when Robin got them out of there. "I did warn you. I'm a Speedster. I move and live fast. I am fast. There's a reason why my blood sugar dropped so fast."

"At least that makes more sense now. I guess we will have to get a steady food delivery then." Robin stacked the boxes again, this time stomping on them to make them flat to carry them around.

"I'd appreciate that. Then I could go without the drip as well, my body's just gonna get used to the steady intake otherwise," he explained and sat down again. He watched the other pick up the boxes before trying to glance around the corner. "Did Batman leave?"

Robin simply nodded. "He did. That's what he does. Don't worry, I will come back." Then he left too, walking out of Wally's view. The sound of the elevator echoing through the room again.

"Great..," Wally murmured to himself and tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "I couldn't have landed in Metropolis, could I?"