I DON'T OWN JL, ALL PLOT IDEAS AND EVENTS ARE NOT MINE, ANY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MY FRIEND BECKA.
SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I WAS OUT OF THE COUNTRY. IN IRELAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE FINAL ACT, SO DON'T WORRY!!!.
Bruce thanked the officer and waited for him to round the corner before hitting the gas and speeding up to 60. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Diana had to smile,
" Now that's power." Clark and J'onn nodded their heads in agreement,
" What is?"
" 'Mr. Wayne I pulled you over to let you know that you were going a tad over the speed limit.' "
" Well I was."
" Bruce you were going 50 in a 10 miles per hour zone." Bruce didn't return the grin; he just kept driving to the laundry mat.
John was standing outside when they pulled up; he motioned for them to follow him inside to where Shayera was. John had a few brusies on his face, but looked well off, Shay had some cuts and scratches and looked somewhat shaken.
" Where's Wally, wasn't he with you?" Diana asked, handing Shayera the thick wool sweater she had asked for.
" He was, but we got separated in the fight."
" What the hell were doing in Raven territory?" Bruce hissed, his voice carrying the message, ' If anything happened to Wally, I'll kick your ass, John.'
" We heard someone cry out for help. Don't give John that look Bruce, it was my idea…well Wally's actually, but we forced John into it."
" How long has Wally been gone?"
" At least two hours, but we stopped fighting at different times."
Clark shook his head, " That doesn't matter, the point is if he's not back he's in trouble."
" Do you know where he was fighting?"
" He was between John and myself. But we lost sight of him."
" I heard glass shatter, he could have tossed someone into a building and went in to finish him."
" Maybe." Bruce pulled at the heavy backpack and handed his friends flashlights,
" We have to find him before morning." They agreed to split into groups: Diana with Bruce, J'onn, Clark and John, Shayera was asked to stay in case Wally came back. She grumbled about being left behind, but stayed in hopes that Wally would show up and he would be fine.
"We'll head by where Shay was fighting and walk south, you guys take north." Bruce ordered, sidestepping around the dead body that hadn't been picked up by the Ravens.
" Check any buildings that look like some one has broken into. Windows missing, doors that are open, any kind of sign that there was a fight." They nodded and broke off in different directions.
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John scoured the streets with his flashlight; his heart jumping at every footprint, and his disappointment rising when he realized it was ether to big or to small to be his friends.
" Clark, you find anything yet?"
" Nothing, how 'bout you J'onn?"
" I cannot find any sign of Wally near here." J'onn announced sadly before re-shouldering his medical bag and walking forward.
" It's starting to snow again." John warned, he knew that if Wally was unconscious a layer of snow could cover and freeze him.
" Here." Clark motioned for them over and used his light to point at the large hole in the glass and the door that was broken off its hinges,
" Wally wouldn't have broken the door down to get at them." John mused while he bent down to look at the Raven's handy-work,
" So you're saying they tossed him in here and broke in to finish the job?" J'onn stepped in and went to look at the glass,
" There's blood here."
" Someone was bound to get cut flying through a window."
" No, there's more blood then normal. It looks like someone was picked up then dropped back on the glass."
Clark raised an eyebrow, " So, we know they came through here…but then what, Wally doesn't fight to the death."
" The front door was probably blocked by Ravens, he would've gone to look for a back door." They made their way towards the back. Clark leaned on the door and pushed, it wouldn't budge.
" Keep trying." John commanded as he moved away to look through the adjoining room, he stepped over to the stairs and peered down. The boiler room, would Wally have gone down there? He stepped down cautiously, nearly falling when J'onn came behind him to say that Clark had gotten the door open and was searching the small area outside.
They walked down the steps and John put his hand out to grasp the door handle. A god-awful stench came out when the door swung open, filling their nostrils. They stepped in and gazed around. There was blood all over the floor mixed in with a white substance John didn't want to think about. Pieces of rope could be found in small piles, as could random articles of clothing, a sock, a green snowcap, and a shredded long-sleeved t-shirt. John could hear his heart pounding and hoped that J'onn couldn't.
The small window near the other side of the room was broken and blood splattered, indicating someone had left through it. John looked at the road through the broken glass, more blood was there and it looked like another fight had taken place. A large dent in the pile of snow showed that someone had fallen and was dragged for a few feet before managing to get back up. Clark came down the stairs, his nose wrinkled in disgust when the smell came to him; his eyes were wide with shock as he looked around the room,
" What happened?" His voice wavered as his mind began to piece together the story,
" Not sure, but it didn't end here," He pointed to the window, " Whoever was here got out."
" This is Wally's shirt and hat." John nearly crashed into Clark as he whipped around,
" How do you know that?"
" I was there when Shay made him buy it." He held it out sadly. John heard his cell-phone go off and quickly answered,
" Yeah?"
" We have to get out now. Ravens are coming back around…any sign of Wally?" Bruce added,
" Yeah but it's not good, we'll meet you back at the laundry mat." They turned and ran out of the room.
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Shayera leaped up, knife at the ready. She relaxed when she saw who it was,
" Find anything?" John nodded and held up the torn shirt,
" Tell me this isn't Wally's." He asked evenly,
" …It is…" She pushed back a stray lock of hair and grabbed the shirt, holding the fabric in a loose grip. Clark checked his watched before walking to the frost-covered window.
" More Ravens are coming." He stated. His voice mixed with anger.
" Maybe Wally's at someone's house? They could've chased him too far to come back so he went home or to another safe place." Diana suggested with hope in her voice. Clark spun around and moved next to Bruce,
" We'll check back at our homes, call if you find anything." They left the building a few at a time, to avoid drawing attention.
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Shayera walked next to John in silence as he continued to rant,
" First he gets jumped then this, I'm never letting him out of my sight again. I'll get him a job at the plant… he could work with Rayner. It's better then this…" He paused and titled his head as if just realizing he wasn't making sense,
" John," Shayera began softly, wrapping her arm around his, " You're his friend not his father. He wants to be treated like your equal not anything less."
" How can he be treated like my equal if he keeps pulling stunts like this?"
" He's not pulling a stunt, John, we're all worried about him but not even Bruce would try to restrain him like that. You got into trouble like this when you were his age right?"
" I was never his age, I was a Marine." He began debating to himself, whether or not to tell Shay about the room. Shayera gave him a soft kiss on the cheek; they rounded the corner and walked up to John and Wally's apartment. John tossed her a key,
" Go ahead and let yourself in, I have to check the mail." She nodded and started up the stairs.
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Shayera placed the key in the lock and turned the knob. She walked into the room, throwing her wool sweater onto the coat rack. She turned and let out a small gasp, a body was sprawled out in the middle of the hallway that led to the roof exit.
" Wally!" She ran the short length and dropped down next to him. He was lying on his stomach, she turned him over, his face was covered in bruises and was swollen. His chest was covered with foot shaped bruises, scratches, and cuts. His pant legs were cut off, so the jeans looked like shorts. It was blood covered and the button was undone and the zipper pulled down.
Shayera turned to the sound of footsteps, thinking it was John she stood up,
" John, I don't know how bad—" She stopped and let out a scream as a butterfly knife was slammed into her chest. The attacker grinned and let her drop on top of the unconscious teenager,
" Clark can't ignore this." He ran around them and headed for the roof.
I HAD A GOOD VACATION!!!!!!!! I FEEL RESTED AND READY FOR ANYTHING.