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Rodrigo had made his position on the subject quite clear, and there was nothing they could do to change it. Clark had kept his word and walked Wally home. When he was sure that Wally had locked his door, he left to go meet up with Bruce.
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" How did it go?" Bruce asked when Clark had settled down in his office,
" Rodrigo thinks that they can handle things on their own. What did Selena tell you?"
" The Ravens have been robbing and mugging everyone who walks through their territory, while the Aces have been breaking into every store in the area."
" Any of ours hurt?"
" Not that we know of. Selena is coming by later to talk to us. John is going to pick up J'onn, Shay and Diana."
" Wally's not coming?"
" I called him, he's going to walk," Bruce shrugged, " They should be here around 6."
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John sat impatiently next to Selena; the young woman seemed agitated by his constant fidgeting,
" Would you kindly stop that?" She asked in weary voice, " I'm sure Wally will be here soon." She cast a frustrated glance over to the others who were scattered around the room; J'onn was playing chess with Diana, while Clark and Shayera were helping Bruce with an antique clock he had just gotten,
" Maybe he fell asleep and doesn't realize the time," Clark offered,
" Or he could be at Molly's Diner…eating." Shay added,
" Did you call him?" J'onn questioned after he moved his bishop to check Diana's king,
" I'll try again." John pulled out his green cell phone and began dialing.
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Wally had left the apartment at 5:00, it took about 45 minutes to get to Bruce's and he didn't feel like rushing. He made it at least four blocks before he realized that he had forgotten his cell phone,
" Damn, it's too late to go back now." He kept walking, taking in the cool air and wonderful smells that were coming from Molly's Diner. He felt relaxed, the streets he had to take were completely in the League's territory and he had no need to carry a weapon like he usually did. He was also glad that Selena would be there, next to him she was one of the youngest members, although she was a few years older than he was. He paid no attention to the muscular man who had exited a shoe shop and began walking behind him; it was a free world after all. He found himself silently wishing for his phone when a second then a third man joined the first. He sped up, cursing the flickering streetlights. Out of the corner of his eye he could see one-man point at him then at a sheet of paper. The second man broke into a run causing Wally to do the same. Wally knew he could out run them; he just never counted on a fourth man showing up in front of him. The man shoved Wally sideways into an alley and waited for the other three to show up,
" This him?" He asked, slamming Wally chest first into the brick wall with his arms behind him, to prevent the teen from escaping,
" Hold on." A blond man with a ponytail stepped forward with a knife in one hand. He moved to the right and cut the sleeve off of the shirt, not bothering to avoid the skin. Wally hissed in pain as the blonde yanked his bleeding arm closer to read his tattoo,
" He's one of them." Wally watched the tallest man, a brunette, make a note on the paper, a large black bird was visible on his arm,
" You're Ravens." He muttered, the man holding him put more pressure on his arm, indicating he should shut up.
" That's Wally West." A whiny voice stated from his left, Wally attempted to turn to look but found he couldn't. The Ravens continued talking as if he wasn't there,
" So it's not Kent?"
" I told you that Kent wouldn't be that puny, you moron."
" And I told you to keep your trap shut."
" We need to find Kent and he knows where he is." The pressure on him was lifted; he was spun around, his back landing on the wall and a gun pointed at his face,
" Aren't you guys a little far from your turf?" Wally questioned, his green eyes flashing,
" Where is Clark Kent?" The whiny voice asked,
" Dunno, haven't seen him in a while." He responded, trying to avoid looking down the barrel of the 9mm. He didn't see the fist, but he felt it. He staggered, held up only by the blonde's arms.
" C'mon Wally, don't be an idiot." Wally straightened himself, not bothered by the gash on his temple that had begun bleeding,
" Marcus?" Great, now he figured out who that whiny voice belonged to: the jerk from his homeroom last year,
" Uh-huh, took you long enough. Listen Wally we need to find Clark Kent and these guys," He pointed to the muscle heads next to him and to the one with the gun, " Can be very impatient." He gave him a sly grin,
" So just tell us what we want to know."
" I ain't tellin' you shit!" The man with the gun stepped back and brought a fist into the red head's gut. Wally instinctively clutched his stomach and bent over.
" Look West, you have one more chance to tell us where we can find him." Wally rapidly shook his head.
Marcus gave his group another signal and all Wally had time to think was, ' John's gonna kill me.' It was nearing 6:15.
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Wally woke up with a groan, he was still in the alleyway and Marcus was nowhere to be seen, which was a plus.
He forced himself up and looked down to check for injuries. His shirt was torn in several places and he was bleeding from the cuts that were on his arms, chest, and his temple. He checked his wallet and wasn't surprised that his money was gone, only ten dollars but still…He could feel the black eye forming and his ribs were killing him. Despite the loss of money, a good shirt, and injuries, Wally knew he had gotten off easy. They could have easily killed him, or worse. One of Wally's closest friend's had been cornered once and then raped, shortly after he had committed suicide. Wally thanked whatever higher power was watching over him that he had not been touched; he would rather have been shot. He checked his watch, which was still ticking underneath the cracked glass, 8:01.
" SHIT!" He ran out of the alley to the nearest payphone he could find. He checked his pockets for change, but when he couldn't find any he decided to call collect, ' Hope Bruce doesn't mind. ' He quickly dialed the number and waited, glancing over his shoulder very few minutes.
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" Master Bruce, you have a collect call from Master West, do you accept the charges?"
Bruce's head shot up from the book he had been showing Selena, " Yes, thank you Alfred."
( A/N: Had to put Alfred in there!)
He took the cordless phone from the older man, who bowed and walked out of the room,
" Wally?"
" Bruce!"
" Where the hell are you? Clark and John left to go look for you—"
" Can you call them and let them know I'm at 4th and Main, by the phone booth."
" What happened?"
" I'll tell you when I get there, hurry up okay?" The line clicked off. Bruce hung up and began to call John's cell phone,
" John? He's on 4th and Main at the phone booth, he wants you to pick him up then bring him here. See you then."
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John pulled into the vacant lot across the street from the phone booth. They watched the lone figure sitting by the booth, rocking back and forth on his heels.
" WALLY!" Clark called, the figure's head looked up and he jumped up and ran across the street. Without a word he hopped into the backseat, grateful for the lack of streetlights.
" What the hell happened?" John ground out as he began the drive to Bruce's,
" Not now John." Wally muttered, leaning back in the seat, relief flooding over him.
" Fine." John spat, " But when we get to Bruce's you had better explain everything." He looked in the rearview mirror, but in the darkness he couldn't see anything.
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The truck had barley stopped when Wally opened his door and ran for Wayne Manor,
" What's with him?" John asked Clark as they walked up behind him. Wally had bolted around Alfred and ran past the main sitting room's open door,
" Wally?" Bruce called grabbing the rushed teen by the arm, letting go in surprise when he heard a yelp of pain,
" What happened?" Bruce asked, turning him around to face him. Wally's face was covered with blood and his right eye was swelling. His eyes darted down to the ripped shirt and cuts on his arms,
" What happened?" He repeated,
" Bruce, let me get washed up before John or the others see." He gave the man a pleading look. Bruce firmly shook his head,
" Not until we know exactly what happened. Then J'onn will fix you up." With surprising gentleness he led Wally into the sitting room and went over to talk with J'onn. Selena gasped when she saw Wally in the bright lights,
" Oh my god! Are you okay?" She squeaked. Shayera and Diana stood up from their seats, anger written all over their faces,
" Who did—" Diana stopped when Clark and John entered the room.
" Geez Wally, what was your rush?" Clark's mouth dropped and John stood still. Wally went to sit in the big armchair at the head of the large oak table that was in the center of the room. The others stood around, not knowing what to say,
" I was on my way here," Wally started before anyone could ask 'What happened' again, " I was even in our territory, but that didn't matter—" He broke off to wipe at the blood that trickled down past his eye,
" Wally?"
" I got jumped by four Ravens." He stated, hating how weak he must sound, he turned his gaze onto Clark,
" They were lookin' for you, they had a piece of paper with all of our names and addresses, except for Clark's." He broke off again, " Damn it, I should've been able to fight them!" He yelled at his hands, Bruce cleared his throat,
" Hold on a second Wally." He started, " Selena get back to your house, Alfred will drive you, contact the others and let them know that the Ravens are around. J'onn can you clean Wally up a little?" He motioned the others to follow him out of the room leaving J'onn alone with Wally. J'onn picked up the big black bag he carried with him and sat down on the ottoman next to him, " Let me see your arm." Wally held up his arm and J'onn began counting off the routine questions,
" What weapons were involved?"
" Knife, fists, and—"
" And?"
" A gun, but I never heard a shot go off—Ouch!" He cried out when J'onn dug out a piece of glass from a particularly long slash,
" Broken bottles?"
" We were in an alley, there could've been glass." J'onn placed a hand on Wally's chest,
" Your ribs seem tender, but nothing is broken." He continued to clean and wrap cuts, dabbing disinfectant every which way. J'onn placed the last band aid on Wally's temple, then prepared himself for the last question,
" That is the last one…" He paused,
" Do you know why they attacked you?"
" They were after Clark." There was no smile on his face, he was serious.
A/N: I JUST FINSHED READING HER STORY AND I'M GOING TO PLACE THIS WARNING NOW,
THIS FIC WILL PROBALY MOVE TO AN R RATING,
LATER CHAPTERS INVOLVE, THE RAPE AND ATTEMPTED RAPE OF TWO MAJOR CHARACTERS, SORRY TO SAY, BUT THAT'S HOW IT PLAYS OUT. I GOT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO THOSE CHAPTERS, I'VE NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THAT BEFORE.
AND YES, ON A HAPPIER NOTE, BATMAN DOES HAVE HIS MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING, WHICH COMES UP NEXT CHAPTER!