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Flash looked at his two friends in worry,
"Begin what? 'Cause if it's lunch I'm in!" Batman shot him a warning look but Flash ignored him,
'If they focus on me, maybe they'll leave the others alone.' He thought to himself, 'Besides, if anything happens to Bats, there's no way we'll get outta here!'
The head guard stepped towards Flash threateningly,
"Hold your tongue." He snapped. Flash smirked,
"Sorry Pops can't when my arms are tied up like this." He stuck out his tongue to prove his point. The scarred man leveled his gun at one of Flash's knees,
"I said shut it." He muttered to him before moving back to address the entire room, "I am Diego," He ignored Flash's mutter of, "Are we supposed to be impressed?" and continued talking,
"You filth are our prisoners now and I am the warden. We have many other Meta-humans here and their lives are in my hands, just as yours now are. You eat when I say and if you are corporative I may let you down off the walls." He spoke in a thick Mexican accent and his scar seemed to dance. John glared at him,
"Why are we here? What do you want with us?" Diego smiled, reveling a shiny gold tooth,
"You three are the only human members of the League. We have brought you here to make a choice." He paused to give a dramatic effect,
"Will you stand by your heathen brothers or will you join us in our conquest to rid the world of such vermin?"
Flash pulled at his chains,
"You're CRAZY!" He yelled at the man,
"There is one opinion." He glanced at John who shook his head firmly, Batman, on the other hand, said or did nothing.
Diego smiled approvingly at Batman,
"Your friend seems to have more sense then you."
"Bats…"
Diego snapped his fingers again, looking Flash up and down before doing the same to John,
"Level 1 for that one." He told his guards, pointing at John, "And high level 1 for him and his tongue." He began to walk out of the room and Flash yelled at his retreating back,
"You're all talk Diego!" The soldier's back stiffened and he turned back to Flash in anger,
"Level 2. But leave him conscious, I will deal with him later." He walked out with her guards following, one of them making marks by Flash and John as he ran out.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could ya kid?" John muttered, grinning at Flash.
"Better me then you guys. We need to find a way outta here. Bats, you think of something yet?"
"No."
"Okay then, keep us posted." Flash had to laugh; it was the only thing that kept him from panicking at times like this. John raised an eyebrow at Batman,
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's best not to reveal your motives until you are in a position to take action." He looked up and Lantern, sending a message to him that only someone with enough experiences could understand,
"Uh? Guys? Are we playing the staring game?" John and Batman glared at him, "ooh, the double trouble glare. I'd better watch or you guys might start finishing each others lectures."
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The door opened again after about ten minutes. A muscular man walked in. He was ripped and if Wally didn't know Superman, he would swear that this guy could beat him. The muscular man was bald and from behind him came a smaller man, whose raven black hair was pulled tight into a ponytail. He pulled a cart behind him and gave the Leaguers a little wave,
"How do you do? I'm Taylor and this is Butch." Flash snorted,
"Why do you guys insist on tellin' us your names? It's not like I'll be sending you a card when this is over."
Taylor glanced at him through his dark sunglasses,
"Diego said you were a talker." He told no one. Butch grinned at Wally and cracked his knuckles,
"Which one first, Tay?"
"You pick. It is your birthday after all."
"Aw, hope you weren't expecting a present." Butch laughed and motioned to Taylor to hand him something.
Taylor gave him a large blue liquid filled needle with a grin. Butch walked over to Wally and gripped his arm,
"Hey Jumbo! Easy on the suit." He stuck the needle in deep and Wally hissed in pain.
Batman glared at Taylor,
"What was that?"
"It's a little concoction that our scientists whipped up. It's slowing him down. He won't be able to run for the next fifteen minutes. Hopefully once we do a few more experiments it can be permanent."
John and Batman looked on in horror as Butch pressed a simple code to undo the chains on Wally's ankles,
Batman watched him carefully,
'3..2..1..Damn.' Butch moved to allow Wally room to drop as he undid the wrist chains with a key.
Wally fell to the floor and Butch stepped back to stand next to Taylor. Wally did not move, although he could see John straining against his bonds out of the corner of his eyes.
"Careful Butch. Diego wants him conscious and a few others want him in semi-good condition. So don't snap his neck."
Wally wasn't sure if the last statement had been a joke or a threat but for now, he took it as a possibility.
"What about the green guy?" Taylor sighed,
"Yes, he was supposed to get level one, huh? For now we'll let him watch his friend…see if that doesn't change his mind."
Flash rose to his feet and stared at the two,
"Man. I am so sick of you guys talking like we can't hear." Taylor nodded,
"Fine, Mr. West. Butch, you heard him."
Butch laughed and walked up to Wally. He stood in front of him, not moving. Taylor went to lean on the wall next to Batman,
"This is going to be fun…eh?"
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Butch ran forward, his palms flat and slammed Wally into the wall. The younger man turned and slammed the side of Butch's head with an elbow. He dropped Wally and took a few steps back, shaking blood out of his nose.
John smiled, "Your boy's a little slow, even with that stuff in Flash." Taylor did not looked worried,
"Watch Stewart."
Butch struck out with a hand and caught Wally by the neck, slamming him into the wall until blood spluttered from his mouth.
Batman's eyes widened in shock. Butch flung Wally across the room, his back hitting the door with a loud crash. He slid down to the floor with a groan.
"Scary huh?" John blinked a few times as Butch walked back towards Wally,
"Hey you made your point, back off!" Wally pushed himself up as Butch slammed a fist down, catching Wally on the neck and shoving him into the floor. He kicked up with his foot and Wally gasped.
"Do it Butch." With a speed that only Flash could hope to rival, Butch began kicking and punching Wally in every place he could.
"Stop!" John yelled at him. Wally cried out and Butch pulled back. Flash was completely still, except for his breathing, which seemed to be causing him pain.
"Put him back, Butch." He pointed down to Flash and placed his face near his own, "That was just a little taste, Wally boy. Your dad left us very detailed instructions on how to deal with you."
Wally turned his head to look at him,
"My dad?" Taylor patted his shoulder and Butch lifted Wally up and began to tie him up once more,
"Sure, your father." He patted Wally's cheek; "Maybe we can talk him into a father-son visit."
Wally turned his head and coughed up some blood,
"You're not…human…are you?" He asked. Taylor frowned and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood off of Wally's face,
"No, we are not." He said slowly, "We are meta-humans and with the A.M.H.F's help, we will be normal once again." He held out his hand and furrowed his brow. His nails grew long and turned a sliver color. He held them and examined them carefully.
"Whoa fella, watch where you point those." Taylor smiled playfully,
"I used to call myself Slash.
Wally pulled his head back and stared at John,
"You guys are meta-humans?"
"Why yes Mister Stewart. How the plot thickens, hmm?" He let his nails shrink back down, "We were taken here a few months ago. Like you we were given a choice, but unlike you we had the sense to take them up on it." He sighed and glanced at Butch. He walked away from Wally and moved closer to John and Batman,
"Say bye to your friend." Butch nodded and typed in another code for the bonds, this time instead of releasing his feet they came out of the wall. Butch ducked down and allowed Wally to fall on his shoulder. Blood dripped faster now that his head was closer to the ground. He groaned and Butch walked out of the room with him.
"Where are you going with him?" John barked. Taylor shrugged carelessly,
"I don't know exactly. Diego said to bring him to the next room after Butch roughed him up a bit—"
"A bit?!?"
Taylor stepped back into the hallway and turned to see if Butch had gotten Flash to his room. He went to the keypad by Batman and punched in a few keys, then moving to do the same to Lantern,
"Your cuffs will come off in three minutes." He looked taken aback by their glares, "What?"
"You know something about Flash's father?" Taylor's eyes went wide and he moved back to the keypads quickly.
"You have five minutes." He said nervously, checking behind him again, "What about him?"
"Is he here?" Trust Batman to start things up. Even as a prisoner, he's intimidating.
"Yeah. He's the one coordinating this prison." He reached up and pulled his ponytail up higher, "Look I don't have anything against you guys. I just don't wanna die…"
"Help us then." John told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I…I can't. But maybe I can…Look if you guys don't join with them, they are going to kill you."
"What about Flash?" Taylor shuddered,
"His old man wants to use him for something." He trailed off as footsteps grew louder,
"If you can't help us, try contacting our friends."
"I'm not promising anything, but—"
"TAYLOR!" He paled and stepped out of the room, the door closing behind him.
"He's no help." John muttered as the cuffs clicked and they both were free. Without a word Batman was at the door, checking it for openings,
"Damn."
"Nothing?" Silence told him his answer. Lantern shifted onto his other foot and slid down to the ground, carefully to avoid the small red pool of blood.
He held his breathe for a moment and found he could hear the voices coming from the other room,
"Batman." The Dark Knight swung around, and glared at Lantern.
"What?" John pointed to the wall and Batman moved next to him. They sat in silence, straining to hear the muffled words.
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Diego smiled at the bound man. He was seated in a sturdy metal chair and his cuffs connected to it,
"Did I not say that you would pay for your mouth?"
"I didn't know it cost money…" Diego laughed and shook his head in mirth. His over polished shoes squeaked on the cement floor as he circled the younger man,
"You are funny, Hero. Very funny. But I know someone who cannot wait to silence you,"
"Please don't bring in Batman, I already know that—" The door opened once more and a tall figure stood in its frame.
"Hello Wally."
"Dad?"