"Where is he?!" Bruce asked his voice sounding angry in his nervousness.

Just as he finished a flash of red light shot into the room. "Wally!" Barry called anxiously.

"Will both of you calm down, please! The last thing those boys need is you two making them more nervous than they already are. For heaven's sake, you two are the adults in this situation, remember that and remember to act like it!" Dr. Leslie demanded strictly.

"What's happened?" both nervous fathers demanded.

"Bruce, I'll start with you. It's absolutely critical that you stay perfectly calm. Dick is afraid you will kick him out, disown him, and hate him. I don't think he actually believes this of course, but he begged me not to tell you. So, stay perfectly calm. You're not to move a muscle until I tell you or I'll sedate you so fast you won't even be able to blink. Is that understood?" Dr. Leslie asked sternly. Bruce just nodded and waited for the doctor to continue. "Dick first came to me a few weeks before you met him and took guardianship over him. He was suffering from anorexia nervosa. With the help of antianxiety medication, extensive therapy, being removed from the damaging environment, and being under your care, we were able to get Dick to a really good spot. We even were able to lower the doses of his medication a few times, his psychologist declared him of sound mind and said it was okay for Dick to stop seeing him, he was a healthy weight with a healthy mentality around food and his body. He's been doing excellently for several years now, but recently some comments have triggered him. He's been eating not even 800 calories a week and inducing vomiting at least once a day up to four times a day every day for a little over a month. He hasn't been taking his medications regularly. I haven't checked his weight yet, but he came in is because he's been experiencing lightheadedness. I wouldn't be surprised if he's been passing out too. I'm going to recommend you or Alfred take over Dick's medication administration, Dick restarts therapy with his old therapist, and we'll meet every month to go over meal plans and progress. Any questions?"

"How...I never got him any medication, I didn't know anything about a therapist, I only knew about the visits he had with you resulting from injuries and the like. This couldn't have been cheap. How-how did he hide this from me? Is he going to be okay? How could I have m-missed this? Was it Damian's jokes that set it off again? H-he thinks I'll disown him? H-he's afraid I'll be upset at him? H-how have I failed him so badly?" Bruce asked obviously shaken.

Barry guided his friend to a chair. "Bruce, take some deep breaths, man. Whatever happened in the past, Dick got help, and you helped him even if you didn't realize how much. He's going to be alright, man. We're going to get him through this. He got through it once, and now he has a bunch of people who are going to help him. We'll get him through this...you'll get him through this, Bruce. But you've gotta take some deep breaths and calm down, man. We've got a game plan, we've got research to do, and we've got some kids to talk to. So keep taking deep breaths and try to calm down, for your kid," Barry counseled. "Wait," he said suddenly switching gears, "Not that I'm not happy to be here, but what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, Mr. Allen, Wally was the one who brought Richard to me, and he actually has a host of his own issues. He's been sleeping an average of 21 hours a week. When I pressed him for information, he confided in me that some recent mission brought up memories of his abusive past with his family before you adopted him. I'd like to get him started on sleeping medication while he starts therapy. When the therapy has been going well, I'd like to start weaning him off the medication to see how he does. Any questions?" Dr. Leslie inquired.

"A-abusive past? You're saying Wally was abused? Surely he would've told me," Barry asked suddenly understanding what Bruce was feeling. He felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"Yes, Mr. Allen, Wally's father, and mother were both very abusive until the time of their death. It's not uncommon for victims of child abuse to hide the abuse, even from those they trust. Often they feel it was their fault they were hurt, I've met some children who think if they tell other adults about the abuse they suffered, those adults will start to abuse them too. Many just don't want to disappoint or cause pain and suffering to the first people to ever show them any bit of love or affection. Now, I am not at all saying this is what has been going through Wally's mind. He's not told me any such thing. I just know there are many abused children who feel that way," Dr. Leslie said.

"W-what do I? H-how do I? M-my...Wally?" Barry mumbled.

It was Bruce's turn to pull to speedster into a chair. "Barry, breathe. Take some deep breaths. We'll get Wally on some sleeping medication, he'll start seeing a therapist, he's been removed from the pain and suffering and abuse, and you'll continue to show him all the love and affection I know you've already been showing him. They'll heal. They'll be okay. We'll make sure of it," Bruce said with more confidence than he felt.

"Alright, now that you've both had the opportunity to calm down, would you like to see your kids?" Dr. Leslie asked.

Both men jumped to their feet with an eager, "Yes, please," from both fathers in unison. If the circumstances weren't so serious, Dr. Leslie would've laughed.

"Follow me," the doctor gestured. Once they were in the room, Bruce rushed to his son immediately picking the tiny teenager up into his arms and holding him close. Barry approached Wally more slowly seeing the nervousness behind the boy's eyes.

"Wally, may I hold you?" Barry asked quietly. When the teenager hesitantly nodded, Barry slowly moved to the boy's side. He wrapped his arms around the trembling speedster and picked him up, moving his kid to his lap.

"I've got you kiddo, I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you. You're going to be okay. I'm going to make sure you'll be okay. I've got you, son," Barry whispered as he slowly rocked the hurting teenager.

"I don't want to be hurt anymore," Wally whimpered.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Wallman. I've got you. You're safe and sound with me, Wally," Barry assured.

"Dick, I love you. I love you more than life itself. Nothing will ever be able to keep me from loving you and I will get you through this if it's the last thing I do. I've got you, Dick. I'm not letting you go. You're going to get through this, and I'm going to be there every step of the way," Bruce whispered as he rubbed his son's back and planted a kiss on the boy's forehead.

"D-dad, I-I'm so sorry. I f-failed. I-I'm useless, but I-I don't want to go. Please don't make me go," Dick pleaded his face wet with tears.

"Hey, don't be sorry. You have not failed. You are not useless. And you are not going anywhere. You're staying right by my side where you belong. We're going to get you well. Everything is going to be okay," Bruce assured his voice strong with confidence even as his chin quivered with unshed tears.