Flash pulled at the chains again, they were stuck deep into the wall, and his muscles hadn't quite recovered from the pain that he had been put through, ' Even if I get free, I won't be able to run…' He told himself grimly, he didn't feel strong enough to even stand in front of Luthor, much less fight him. His arms were killing him, from having to support his weight, he wondered how long Luthor would keep him hanging there, before he just took him down and beat the shit out of him for the answers. In truth, Wally had no idea that the disk he found was so valuable, he thought it had been a computer game, now that he thought about it, he should have given it to Batman instead of throwing it into his little plastic trash can, where it was probably still sitting, he hadn't been home in weeks. He sighed and began pulling at the chains again

" Man, if only I could do what J'onn…does…Duh! " He would have slapped himself if his bounds didn't prevent it, instead he closed his eyes and began calling out with his mind.

J'onn's eyes flew open at a speed only Flash could rival, " He's made contact. " He announced to Diana and John, who had been sitting next to him.

J'onn?

I'm here, Flash, are you alright?

I got one helluva headache, but other then that, I'm just hanging around. J'onn understood, his hidden message.

Flash, do you know where you are located?

No, Luthor, had me in a little box…I haven't been awake that long…but it looks like this building is lead covered.

You seem better--

I thought that too, Luthor says it's the final stage of the poison.

Now that you're awake I should be able to trace you.

J'onn, do me a favor, can you look up Paul O'Rielly for me, I think Luthor might've done something to him, and um…can you connect me to Bats' mind?

  I can try. J'onn closed his eyes again and searched for Batman's mind, Batman?

What?

I found Flash, he wants to talk to you via mind connection, Can you do that?

J'onn made no reply, instead Batman was greeted with the sound of Flash's voice, Flash?

Bats? J'onn did it! Listen, I can hear Luthor coming back, I gotta make this quick ok? My apartment in Central City, there's a small silver trashcan, in it sound be a disk, Luthor wants it…I don't know why…but he wants it. He knows I have it.

    Batman could hear the panic in the younger man's voice rise, Shit, Shit SHIT!!!!—GOD!!!!!

Flash? FLASH!! What's going on? He waited for a reply, nothing came.

Batman ran out of his room and down to the repaired hanger bay where most of the League was listening to J'onn's new information. Superman glanced at the look on Batman's face, " What happened? "

" I'm not sure, the connection stopped after Luthor came into the room. He may be hurt. " He added.

Diana stood up from the computer she had been typing at, " I took, J'onn's information and narrowed it down to a smaller radius, and I searched for Paul O'Rielly, he's a scientist for a company. He's specialty is herbs. " They looked over at her,

" Flash believes, Luthor may have used O'Rielly in this plot. "

" Maybe or maybe he just wanted some quick cash. " Lantern put a hand up, " How he was involved can wait, Flash doesn't have that kind of time, we need to get down there. Now. "  Batman gave him a curt nod, " Let's go. "

The Javelin landed on the ground and Batman quickly stepped off, promising to meet up with the League once he was finished. He pulled out another cable launcher, and headed towards the apartment of Wally West.

It was cleaner then Bruce had expected, then again Flash could clean his messes up in a split-second. He moved silently, sparing glances at the pictures that covered most of the bulletin board that was hanging on a pale white wall. He stopped at the sight of one of the bigger pictures, it was a clipping from The Daily Planet, on it was a younger Bruce Wayne standing next to three kids, and shaking the hand of the fourth, a 10 year old red head. He read the caption with interest

 Businessman, Bruce Wayne, donates money to the children of Central City Orphanage, Ricky Gomez, Brittany Tamers, Susie Grindal, Wally West ( right ).

 That had been Wally all those years ago…he never would have thought…He shook his head, there wasn't time to reminisce.

He stooped and picked up the trashcan, searching through his contents until he pulled out a blue disk. ' Is this…? '

Luthor pulled back the tazer, and shouted, " You better not contact that Martian again! " Flash let out a yell, and slumped down, the lighting symbol on his chest was still smoking.