SORRY FOR DA LONG UPDATE.
ANYWHO, WALLY'S DAD AND CHILDHOOD MAY BE A LITTLE OOC, SO JUST BEAR WITH ME.
THE FIRST PART SHOULD BE CONFUSING UNTIL PROBABLY THE NEXT CHAPTER. JUST A LITTLE HEADS UP.
The young boy wiped at his eyes once more before being yanked along by the adult watching him.
" Hurry up, Wally." The man snapped, pulling the collar on his brown trench coat higher to deflect the falling rain. The child continued walking for a few minutes before pulling his hand out of the adult's grip. He stopped and pointed a finger at the adult,
" No! I wanna know what happened to mommy!" The man turned around and slapped the child across his face,
" I told you not to mention her!" He hissed. The child, struck dumb with fear, placed a hand to his red cheek,
" Daddy…" The man slapped him again,
" Don't call me that!" He snarled, raising his hand once more. He brought it down when he saw the child cower. He knelt down and placed his hands on the child's shoulders, " Wally, you know I loved your mother, right?"
Wally gave a small unsure shrug,
" You guys were always fighting…"
" That's what adults do. Now I know the police thought I killed your mother, but you know I would never do that, right?"
" But—" The man gave the child a hard shake,
" Listen to me. I did not kill Mary and if anyone tells you differently, they're lying, ok? Liars are bad people. You don't like bad people, do you?"
" No."
" Good. Now, when we get inside I want you to keep your mouth shut. If I hear so much as a peep from you, I swear…" Wally nodded quickly.
They continued to walk down the street, stopping in front of a door, Rudolph knocked on it. A young man opened the door and grinned at the two,
" Come in, Mr. West. Who's this?" Rudolph yanked Wally in front of him,
" This is Wally. Is there any place to put him?" The other man pointed to the adjoining room,
" He can stay in there. Have him watch t.v. or something. We'll see you upstairs." The elder West pushed Wally into the room,
" Stay here until I get back, got it?"
" Yeah."
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Batman walked down the east wing hall. Superman was following him at a safe distance, the Dark Knight had been even more moody then usual and Clark suspected it had something to do with the folder he was carrying.
" What do you want, Clark?"
" Have you found anything out?" Batman stared at him,
" No." He entered an open lab and shut the door in Superman's face.
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McKay took the folder from his underling and flipped through it,
" You see sir, several of the Meta humans we have collected have had adverse reacts to the treatment. Three have already died. And, uhh, Congress, I believe has come to a decision." McKay looked up from the papers,
" And?"
" Well…they will not force any of Earth's protectors to revel their identities if they do not want to."
" Fools. Contact sectors B-12 and A-19; tell them to go to level two. We must take matters fully into our hands."
The man ran off and other one walked up to McKay,
" Ah, Mr. West. I trust your deal went down without any problems?"
" Yes, sir. We have the newest supply of the treatment and a whole new stock of weapons, including the Kryptonite ray."
" Good. Now, have the scientists decided which members they want for their experiments?"
" They want all of them, except for Batman and Lantern. But at the very least, they must have Superman."
McKay turned and picked up another folder,
" We just received this. It is the dispatch orders for the League." He turned to the very last page; " Flash and Batman are scheduled to patrol Gotham tomorrow. Take a force equipped with the fastest smart beam weapons we possess. Bring both of them to the New Mexico warehouse, alive." Rudolph grinned,
" Yes sir."
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Flash waited on the roof for Batman. He tapped his foot and sighed,
" Maybe I read the schedule wrong?" A shadow fell across him as Batman landed from a graceful leap from a higher building,
" You didn't. I got held up with a bank robbery."
" You should've called me." Batman walked past him and gazed out at his city. " Bats? What's up?"
Batman shifted uncomfortably, " Wally, how old were you when your father died?" Flash walked up next to him,
" Eight. Why?"
" How about your mother?"
" Six. Why are you asking me this?"
" I was doing some research and your father's name came up." Flash turned,
" What? Do you mean from the investigation? He was cleared." Batman knew what he was talking about but decided to see what information his young friend would revel,
" What investigation?" Flash instantly knew he had said too much, but knew he had no choice but to go on,
" Our old apartment caught fire…my mom died in it…It didn't look like an accident, the cops suspected my dad." Flash looked at Batman, " But he didn't do it!" Bruce nodded, not wanting Wally to get upset,
" He was finally cleared…six months after that…he was in a car accident and I was sent to an orphanage."
" I see." Flash sat down on the ledge, letting his feet dangle,
" I still want to know how his name came up."
" It was on a list of members for the A.M.H.F."
" What? You're saying that someone is using his name?"
" That is one possibility."
" And the others?"
" Wally, did you ever see the body?" Flash zipped up from the ledge. He gripped Batman painfully on the shoulders,
" He. Is. Dead. Bruce. Dead! And because of that I was forced to live in an orphanage for almost eight years!" He yelled at the older man. Batman remained impassive and slowly Flash released Batman with a gasp, " Sorry."
" I gather you didn't exactly have a good relationship with your father."
" I don't want to talk about this anymore. Ever." He walked to the other end of the roof, leaving Batman standing there, kicking himself.
They stood in awkward silence for nearing ten minutes until the Bat-light was turned on. Bruce pulled out a cable line and jumped off the roof. Faintly, he could hear Flash following him.
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Commissioner Gordon was standing by the gigantic light. Batman landed next to him without a sound while Flash came up with a low whistle,
" So this is why we're having an energy crisis." Gordon smiled at his joke. He walked forward to shake his hand,
" Hello, it's good to finally meet you."
" Like wise, Commissioner." He turned away as Batman came up,
" What's going on?"
" A group of heavily armed robbers are hitting every store on Flint Street." Batman nodded and swung off the roof,
" Uhh…which way is that?" Gordon smiled and pointed to the East, " Oh, right. Thanks."
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Flash arrived only a few seconds ahead of Batman, after getting lost six times and accidentally running to New York for a moment. He waited until Batman had scoured the location, not realizing that the Dark Knight had not seen the man on the roof behind him.
" Bats!" Flash ran forward when he saw the shiny metal object in the man's hand beginning to glow. The laser fired at an impossible speed. Flash was only able to push Batman out of the way, he, on the other hand, was clipped on the shoulder. Batman tucked his hands and rolled back to his feet. Flash could not have hoped for such a good landing, he spun around and fell onto the burnt skin of his shoulder. He inhaled sharply and craned his neck to see his attacker, several other guys had joined the first, each carrying the same identical weapon. Batman ran forward and hurled a bomb bat-a-rang at the group, using the small explosion as a diversion to help Flash up and away from the area.
Batman glanced at his friend's shoulder,
" Are you alright?" He asked as they ducked into a dark alleyway. Flash winced and pulled some melded plastic from his skin,
" That thing is fast—"
" There! Three o'clock!" Four attackers had stayed on the roof, as the other three dropped down in front of the heroes.
" Don't even think about it, Batman." The tallest warned, when he noticed the shorter man reaching into his belt. Batman pulled his hand back and glanced at Flash, the younger man seemed unsettled, like he couldn't decide if he was fast enough to dodge the beams.
The tallest man stepped into the flickering lamplight and they could now read his jacket,
'Thompson, A.M.H.F.' Thompson hefted his guy straight at Batman's chest, he then turned his head to face Flash,
" These guns are faster then you'll ever be. Surrender." Flash gave him a half snort, but when the gun began to glow, he quickly raised his hands over his head. A thick laugh began stirring from the man in the back. He was dressed differently then the others, wearing a long trench coat instead of the bomber jacket.
" So, this is all you have amounted to?" He asked. Flash cocked his head to one side,
" Uhh…what?" The man placed a finger under the rim of his hat and pushed it up. Wally gasped and took a step back,
" It's not…you're not…this is impossible!"
" Nothing's impossible. Your freak of nature friends are proof of this." The man held up a smaller gun and fired it at Batman. Bruce attempted to turn away but this weapon was just as fast as the others. He crumpled to the ground, where two goons took his belt and bound his hands and feet. They hauled him away and instinctively, Flash moved after them, only stopping when the gun's muzzle shifted onto him. Now, the only enemies left where the trench coat wearing man and Thompson.
" Why are you doing this?" Was all Flash could utter. The man said nothing, so he continued, " Stop this. Whatever they've done, we can help. We can save you." He so desperately wanted to ask how he was still alive, but knew that his question would probably go unanswered for a while.
" Save me? From what?"
" Aren't you being forced to do this? I mean…are you—" The man powered up the gun,
" You don't get it do you?" Flash shook his head and gazed at the man in fear, " I wanted to join their side. I wanted to be the one to take you down."
" Why?" The man laughed,
" Because, just like your mother, you're in my way."
The gun fired and Flash's world went dark.