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Quick Note: In this story no one knows eachother's identities

Chapter 7- Deadly Dates Pt. 2

Flash groaned and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. He glanced around, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkened area. He was in an alley. "How'd I get here?" Flash gagged out trying to retain his memories of hours before. An image blinked before his eyes. He remembered his date with Jenny. It was going so well till Grodd and... CHEETAH attacked! He thought he had won till Jenny screamed..... Then... Then... That was all he could remember except for the sting in his neck before all went dark. "Wait!... My enemies had the chance to kill me, why didn't they?" Flash asked the empty air.

He rose to a standing position. He knew he had to return Javelin to figure what the hell was going on. He had to find Jenny, but he didn't know where to look first. At walking speed he began his way back to the watch tower hoping for some answers.

"Hey," Flash waved as the automatic doors opened into the living room. He dragged himself to the couch and flopped down. He took a survey of the room. No one was here but himself and the T.V. "Hmmmmm. Wonder where everyone went?" Flash shrugged flipping through the channels.

Flash didn't get to far when he was thrown into a wall from a strong punch. Flash felt himself forced to stay against the wall as someone held him there.

"Hey, what the?" Flash cried trying to break the grip on the back of his neck.

"Why did you come back?" he heard a voice yell at him. Soon other voices followed. Flash gazed in horror when he saw who had attacked him.

"Supes, what are you talking about?" Flash struggled. Superman yanked Flash back and showed him the channel on the T.V. he had stopped on.

"No one can believe this. The Flash was reported stealing money from a bank before fleeing the scene. And now in this sudden report, a young girl named Jenny has been reported dead because of the ex- hero's actions!" the reporter on the screen explained. Flash's eyes opened wide in terror as Superman threw him at the JL's feet.

"I....I..." Flash stammered. "I didn't do that! You know me! You know I wouldn't do that and anyways," Flash started.

"You were seen, Flash, fleeing the scene!" Batman interrupted.

"No!... I was on a date with... Oh god.. She's dead," Flash choked out.

"Date?" Green Lantern asked.

"Yeah.. I left for a date in the evening. It was with Jenny. It was going good until Grodd and Cheetah attacked. I was about to continue the fight when I felt a sting in my neck. The next thing I knew I was in an alley!" Flash told to the League.

The League gave glances to one another. Flash even pointed to one of his scratches on his suit where Cheetah had gotten him. Flash stood finally, scared. The League shook their heads in confusion.

"Maybe someone is trying to frame him!" Black Lightning defended finally.

"He was seen at both scenes!" Wonder Woman snapped back. Flash frowned at his arguing team mates.

"Lets discuss this "situation" in the meeting room," Batman implied. They all began heading in with Flash following. "No, stay here Flash!"

Flash sat on the couch. From here he could hear them all disagreeing with one another.

"Flash wouldn't!" one voice explained.

"But he was seen!" another voice pushed.

"If his story was true, then how?" a third voice questioned.

"Maybe what was injected into him caused him to do it without his own knowledge!" Flash recognized that voice as Black Lightning's.

"Maybe I did do it," Flash frowned deeply. His cuts from his battle were now almost sealed up. Flash rubbed his shoulder and shook his head side to side. He was in deep, real deep.

None of the Justice League expected any of this to happen. Who would? One of their own being blamed for robbery and MURDER!?! It wasn't right, it couldn't be right. The entire League plus a new member but Flash, sat around the table arguing trying to point out how it can't be true. Flash sat alone up a few floors wondering how HE could be blamed for something like this. 'I would never do anything like that,' he thought sadly to himself. He glanced over his red uniform. 'I'm a hero not a killer!' Flash wanted to cry out all of his pain and frustration but didn't. Flash knew there was something that had to be done to stop this. He picked up his bag prepared to leave. 'The League doesn't need a criminal....' Flash just couldn't help but wonder how something like this could have happened.

Back to Present Time

Flash wondered the alleys of Central City in the freezing rain. He now wore a white shirt with a green overcoat and brown kakies along with black sneakers.. He carried a back pack over one shoulder. He couldn't wear his costume while all this was going on. Flash was gone right now and all was left was Wally West. At least when he was Wally none of the League could find him for they didn't know he was the scarlet speedster except BL, of course.

Wally ran his fingers through his red hair. Rain and tears dripped from his chin. All his life he had always wanted to be a hero and here he was now a criminal. Wally leaned against a wall and glanced inside the back pack he was carrying. Then in a simple toss, he threw it into a trash can.

"Flash is no more," Wally whispered before leaving the alley and entering the streets like nothing happened.

In the alley, inside the trash can, what was in the back pack had slipped out. The red suit, crumpled, soaked, was now nothing more than trash of the past.

Author Notes: There you go Chapter 7 Pt 2!.. R&R. That keeps me updating when I know you like it! I'll update asap!