DON'T OWN JL…I SOOOO WISHED I DID THOUGH

Dally was leading Wally straight to his father, to the man that had caused him so much pain.

From murdering his mother, faking his own death, allowing his own son to be placed in an orphanage, to joining the A.M.H.F and taking this whole, 'I really hate Meta Humans' act too far.

"He's killed people Wally." Dally whispered every now and then, trying to goad the hero into a bloodlust.

Wally did not answer him, he kept his mind focused, trying hard to think of a plan that would work.

Dally stopped two steps before a metallic door and pushed Wally forward,

"This is where I leave you." Wally turned and looked at his clone…was that regret in his eyes?

"Thanks Dally." He had to murmur, unsure if his father could hear out here.

"Not a problem." He grinned, looking more like Wally then ever. He gave a small wave and walked off. His body tensing itself for the trail to come.

Batman, Lantern and Dove were all waiting for Anlise's return, it had been well over two hours and still, none of her personalities had shown up,

"I hope she's ok." Dove muttered, feeling awkward in the situation he was in. Hawk always told him that if he ever was thrown in jail, he wouldn't last a week. Despite the fact that this was a jail housing meta humans, Dove still felt anxious. Hank's words coming back and swimming around him. He stood close to Lantern and Batman, noticing how several of the villains were in a corner talking amongst themselves.

Batman had asked him a question and Dove, still lost in his own thoughts, blinked,

"Huh? Oh sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked how long we're kept out here." He told him sharply.

"A couple of hours, it depends."

Lantern raised an eyebrow, "On what?"

Dove shrugged, "I'm really not that sure."

Dally was already typing away at the computers when Superman finally answered his hail,

"This is a private line." He announced, "Who is this?"

"A friend of Wally's." He answered, still typing through codes and firewalls, "I'm going to tell you exactly where your friends are, so pay attention."

J'onn and Shayera had gathered around, watching the screen to the left fill up with information,

"If you don't hurry, there won't be anyone to save."

He terminated the link with the WatchTower and picked up another cylinder that he had encoded to cancel out the power gauges with a push of the button.

He paused, thinking over his plan,

"Lantern and the Bat…they'll need their stuff." He muttered, angry that he hadn't thought of that sooner.

He had to hurry now; they would know soon that someone had made outside contact and that a piece of tech was missing. Also, the prisoners would only be allowed out for twenty more minutes. If he wanted to get this done quickly, he would have to get it done before time was up.

Wally was sitting on another metal chair, not bound as he was last time but feeling a lot more vulnerable then before. Something moved next to him and his father appeared, carrying a large jar with him.

He set the glass jar down and stood in front of it,

"Hello son."

"I told you not to call me that." The elder West was smirking, no doubt happy about something.

"What's up with you?" Wally finally asked.

"We found a way to copy Meta human powers into weapons." Wally frowned, he already knew this from Dally but he still played along,

"Those guns…"

His smirk went wider and he turned to a rifle that had been placed there earlier by the guard that was watching Wally,

"This is our newest toy. It can fire through solid objects in order to hit targets who have sought protection inside buildings."

Wally felt his stomach turn, they could easily do some damage with that, even going so far as assassinating the president while he signed papers.

His frown went deeper as he thought of something new,

"Who did you use to get that gun?"

Rudolph was laughing now as he stepped out of the way of Wally's view of the jar.

Wally jerked in the chain and held in the bile that rose up in his throat,

"Little Anlise is always so willing to help." Rudolph told him as he watched his son struggling to hold back his lunch.

Inside the liquid filled jar was the head of Anlise, several pins poking through her eyes, sensors drilled into her forehead, her mouth agape.

Rudolph gripped Wally's hair and forced his head up,

"Now Wally, let's see how much you can speed up our new bullets."

YUP WALLY'S DAD'S PYSCHO.

ANYWHO ANOTHER SHORT UPDATE, I KNOW. IT'S JUST EASIER FOR ME THAT WAY, SO SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, BUT UNTIL I CAN GET MY OWN COMPUTER, THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS

EXPECT MORE TWISTED IDEAS FROM WALLY'S DAD AND HOPEFULLY THE LEAGUE CAN START KICKING SOME A.M.H.F BUTT! WOO!