A/N: Time for an update! I'd just like to once again say that I know the creators of Young Justice have said that there's no speed force in this universe, therefore speedsters don't have lightning. However, as a very wise man once said, "I recognize the council has made a decision but granted it's a stupid-ass decision I've elected to ignore it." That being said, enjoy!

Central City was different from Star. It was cleaner, both on the streets and in the air, and its police force was one of the least corrupt in the country. All in all, it made Green Arrow sick. From his perch, he could distantly see the two red streaks that zoomed between the buildings. Just behind them was a yellow streak keeping pace. His lip curled in disgust. Central City's resident speedsters: also known as Flash and Kid Flash; apparently joined by a third today. Green Arrow watched them running in seemingly random patterns. After three days and much searching in his own city, he'd determined his missing ward was nowhere in Star….

- Flashback -

The alarms going off had Oliver out of his seat in a minute. He checked his phone to see the alert about a perimeter breach. "Roy!" he yelled. There was a chance it was just a squirrel that had managed to scale the wall, but he wasn't betting on it. "Roy!" He ran up the stairs to Roy's room. The third floor tucked away in the corner of the hall. Oliver wasn't a fool. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that on the same night he'd finally pushed Roy to grow up there was a permitter breech. "Roy!" He opened the bedroom door and turned the light on. "Roy get out here right now!" A quick survey of the room told him that it appeared to be empty. He looked in the bathroom, half hoping Roy was just hiding to aggravate him. "Roy! Get out here or I'll whip every last inch of skin off your back!" That threat usually brought him running, which is why Oliver growled when the boy was still nowhere to be seen. "Roy!"

Oliver looked under the bed, in the closet, and behind every curtain. "Roy!" He left the bedroom and threw open every unlocked door in the hall. "Roy get your ass out here!" Most of the doors were locked, he kept them lock to limit the number of hiding places Roy had, which worked in his favor right now. Every closet was empty, although he knew Roy was slightly claustrophobic and wouldn't hide there anyways. 'When I find you, Roy you're going to feel it for a week!" Another empty room. "Two weeks!" And another. "Three!" He moved down to the next floor, checking the rooms down there. He checked his own bedroom briefly, even though it was highly unlikely Roy would go there. Oliver was pretty certain the teen still had the scars from that lesson way back when he was 12. "Roy!" He couldn't find Roy in the library or the den. By the time Oliver got to the kitchen he was beyond aggravated, he was furious. He ground his teeth as he made his way down to the arsenal. The arsenal or the shooting range was the last two places Roy could possibly be. "Roy!"

He ran into the arsenal. Roy's bows he used for patrol were still there, as was his other quiver. "Roy!" He searched the whole space, but still found no Roy. He made his way to the back where the entrance of the range was. "Roy get out here!" He turned the light on and reached the empty space. Still nothing. He growled and stomped back into the arsenal. "Ah!" he shoved a rack of arrows to the ground. Roy was gone. "How the hell could he have gotten out of here?!" He checked the security apps on his phone. All the doors and windows were still…his eyes narrowed. He ran back upstairs to Roy's bedroom. Once there he went straight to the window that led to Roy's balcony. It was open. He stepped out of the room and onto the stone balcony outside. He closed the window briefly, examining the lock. Someone had opened it from the outside. Oliver stood up with his eyes narrowed. He slipped back into Roy's room, kicking away the arrows on the floor. That was when he saw the mask on Roy's pillow. He picked it up and crushed it. There was only one group who would steal Roy and taunt him like this. "Justice League…." he hissed….

- End Flashback -

The red streak blew past Oliver's building. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bow. Hitting a speedster was hard, but from personal experience, he knew it wasn't impossible.

— —

Despite what the Justice League said, racing was training. To a speedster at least. It was Wally's absolute favorite way to train. Today though had been a great day because Jay was joining him and Barry. He loved running with both the older men, the three generations as Joan called them, more than anything else about being Kid Flash. (Except maybe fighting the Rogues. Or meeting the Justice League. Or playing cop with Barry.) Barry skidded to a stop on their latest race, Wally right behind him, and Jay right behind him.

"I win again!" Flash beamed.

"Aww man!" Kid Flash groaned. "I thought for sure I had you this time."

"You beat the old man kid," Jay said, ruffling Kid's red hair. "You still did really good."

"But I wanna beat Flash!"

Flash chucked. "I can't just let you win."

"Why not?"/p

"You gotta earn winning Flash races."

Kid Flash stuck his tongue out at his mentor. "I'm gonna run faster than you someday!"

"I'm sure you will Kid," Flash laughed. Jay noted the hint of pride in the younger man's voice. He knew Flash was proud of his nephew for how far he'd come in his speedster training.

"Can we go again?!"

Flash looked at Jay, silently asking if the older speedster was up for another race. Jay looked at Wally's pleading face and sighed. "Why not?" he conceded.

"Yes! Wherewegoing?! Wherewegoing?!"

"Slow down Kid," Flash said. "We'll run the same route again."

"Can we do a different one?"

"No. Same route."

"Fine." The three of them lined up, Wally in between the two men. He looked up at them, smirking. "Don't hold back this time."

"Who said we were holding back?" Jay teased.

"I know you are. I want a real race."

Flash laughed. "Ok. No holding back this time." He knew this would leave Kid in the dust, by speedster standards, but it had been a quiet day and the kid knew it was all done in good faith. No feelings were ever hurt in a race. Flash also wanted to give Kid a chance to run by himself a little bit. "Ready. Set-" Lightning crackled around the three. "Go." They shot forward, Flash and Jay quickly leaving Kid Flash behind. Kid Flash ran as fast as he safely could in downtown Central. He rounded corners, following the route he knew by heart. Heart pounding in excitement, he zoomed with ease between cars in the street, vaguely watching as people around him waved at the streaks. He grinned in excitement, getting the energy to run faster. Flash and Jay were long gone, but he didn't care. Running was just too much fun. He was so energized by what was going on that he didn't see what hit him. One second he was racing down the street after almost hitting a newsstand, then a sharp pain hit his knee, and with the next step, he took he hit the pavement at half the speed of sound. He wasn't sure what was happening as the road whizzed by until friction brought him to a complete stop.

Kid Flash was numb. His brain wasn't working so fast, or at all really. Blood was flowing down his face onto his shoulder and chest. He sat up, wincing as the action pulled at the sore limbs. His goggles were cracked and he fought to get them off. He blinked through the haze, but when he saw what had caused the fall he wished he hadn't. As soon as he laid eyes on the green projectile that had pierced his kneecap, he screamed. Suddenly, all the pain coursing through his body was all he could think about. The blinding white hot pain in his knee; the searing pain on his face; and the paralyzing in his hands and arms, which had taken the brunt of the fall. His breathing started getting faster. Logically, he knew speedsters could heal fast, but it didn't feel like it at the moment. "F-Flash!" he screamed, hoping his mentor was nearby. No doubt he and Jay were already at the finish line…on the other side of the city. He looked around desperately for his uncle, only to see something terrifying. Standing on the road, a mere ten feet away, was Green Arrow. Kid Flash tried to inch back, then screeched in pain again. 'OhgodI'mgoingtodie! I'mgoingtodieFlashisgoingtofindmybodyhereI'mgoingtodie!' He whimpered when the archer aimed another arrow at him. He dragged his body back another inch, then screamed again. Green Arrow fired and Kid Flash tensed.

The arrow never reached him. Kid Flash blinked and suddenly Flash was standing in front of him. His mentor was practically vibrating with lightning jumping off his body in arcs. almost without thinking, or taking his eyes off Green Arrow, Flash vibrated the arrow so fast it shattered. Jay appeared next to Kid Flash a second later. "Kid are you ok?!" he asked. Kid Flash wanted to reply, but could only scream in pain again.

The scream tore through to Flash's heart. He glared at the archer, still holding the arrow where he'd caught it in front of his chest. "What're you doing here?!" he demanded with a glare that could've reviled Batman's.

"I wanted to talk," Green Arrow replied evenly.

"Talk? Talk?! You shot Kid Flash because you wanted to talk?!"

"I need to get your attention."

"What do you want?!"

"Speedy! I know you took him! The Justice League has something to do with him going missing!"

"No one from the Justice League has stepped foot in Star!"

"I know you have him! Give him back!"

"Prove it!"

"Flash!" Jay snapped from behind. Flash looked back and his heart dropped. Kid Flash's eyes were half-way rolled back in his head. "He needs a doctor!"

Flash glanced back at Green Arrow, only to discover he was gone. He sighed and spun around at super speed to join Jay, kneeling beside his nephew. "Oh god.."

"No time for that!" Jay snapped. He slipped his arms under Kid Flash and picked him up. Flash stood up as well and Jay deposited the injured speedster in his arms. "Medbay on the Watchtower!" Clearly Flash was more than a little distraught at the sight of his bloodied nephew because he didn't move. Jay sighed and slapped him.

"Hey-"

"Flash, go! Zeta to the Watchtower! Run!"

"Right." Flash took off, running at the speed sound. He held on to Kid Flash tightly as he ran. "It's ok Kid," he assured his half-conscious nephew. "It's ok, it's ok. You're going to be ok." He ran over a bump, jostling the precious bundle in his arms.

"Gah!" Kid Flash screamed, ripping Flash's heart in half.

"It's ok, it's ok, it's ok." He stopped at the zeta for three seconds to let it check his identity and quickly ran through. "Dr. Mid-nite!" he yelled once he was on the Watchtower. He ran up to the med bay. "Dr. Mid-nite!"

Dr. Mid-nite came out and immediately cursed. "What happened?!"

"He…I…." Flash realized he'd never seen what happened. "He was shot…I-I think."

"Yes." He began examining the arrow int he young speedster's knee. "How fast was he going when he fell?"

"Uh…" Flash tried to do some quick estimations in his head, but his brain was too busy panicking. "I-I don't know! Fast!."

"Arrow to the knee. Severe lacerations on the face." He probed Kid Flash's limbs. "Broken wrists."

"Both?!"

"Yes, both. I need to x-ray him before I take him into surgery." Flash made a noise of concern. "I need to remove that arrow and fix all the broken bones, as well as remove any possible debris from his lacerations before his healing factor kicks in."

Jay zoomed in, stopping aside Flash. "What's the prognosis?"

"He'll live," Dr. MId-nite aid simply, grabbing two syringes. "You two need to hold him down." Flash nodded and stood at Kid Flash's head, holding his shoulders down. Jay held down the kid's ankles. "Hold tight now." Dr. Mid-nite removed Kid Flash's glove and slowly began folding up the sleeve of his suit.

p"Ah!" Kid Flash yelled in pain, trying to twist away. Flash felt his heart breaking as he held his nephew down.

"Kid look at me!" he said desperately. He tried to get the terrified, pain filled eyes to focus on him. "It's ok, Kid. It's ok."

"Flash you need to calm him down!"

Flash let go for a second to remove his cowl. "Wally, it's me, Barry. It's Uncle Barry, you're ok."

"U-Uncle Barry?" Wally asked, ceasing movement for a moment.

"I'm right here Kid. You're ok."

"U-Uncle B it hurts! It's h-hurts so much!"

Barry cringed. It was like being stabbed in the heart. "I know it does Walls, you're doing so good right now."

"Uncle B make it stop!"

Barry watched as the second syringe was finally taken away. "It'll stop. I promise." The syringes would help. After one too many disastrous missions where Barry had been severely injured, he and Batman had developed two formulas to help with speedster treatment. One was a super sedative that was harder for a speedster's metabolism to burn through (so potent single drop would stop a non-speedster's heart in minutes), and the second was a special compound they'd developed that slowed down the healing speedsters had. Barry knew Wally hadn't eaten in a few hours, which was sure to slow it down, but it had to be slowed down enough to allow Dr. Mid-nite time to work.

"Flash let go." Barry blinked. He looked down at Wally and realized his nephew was no mercifully unconscious. Jay gently grabbed Barry's shoulders and pulled him back. "Both of you go wait outside and let me work."

"Come on Barry."

"No, Jay, I can't leave him! He needs me!"

"There's nothing you can do now," Jay assured him. "You'll just get in the way."

"Time is of the essence Flash!"

Barry nodded numbly and gave Wally's hair on last pat. He allowed Jay to pull him aside and back out the doors. The older speedster didn't stop until he'd found a room with chairs. He sat Barry down in one. "Barry?" he asked, crouching down in front of him. "Are you ok?"

"Ok?" Barry asked, putting his head in his hands. "Ok?! Wally almost died today and you want to know if I'm ok?!"

"Barry-"

"How can I be ok?! My nephew almost died today! Because of me!"

"Barry the was not your fault!" Jay said, grabbing Barry's wrists to get his attention. "It was that damn archer's fault! I saw that arrow too!"

"This wouldn't have happened if I had been with him! I could've stopped that arrow before it hit him! I should've taken a different route like he asked! I shouldn't have gone so far ahead! I left him alone and vulnerable!"

"Barry listen!" Jay shook the blonde to get his attention again. "Listen. This is not your fault. You couldn't have predicted this would happen. There are things we both could've done differently son, but right now wishing things were different or wondering if we could've stopped it, won't help Wally. You heard the doctor, he's going to survive."

"He's in so much pain though…"

"I know." Jay squeezed Barry's shoulder. He sat down in a chair next to Barry. "All we can do is wait."

"Speedsters aren't known for this patience," Barry muttered glumly as he put his head in his hands again.

"No, they really aren't."

— —

Time moves differently for speedsters than it did for normal people. For Barry, the wait to hear if Wally was ok went by excruciatingly slow. At some point Jay left, claiming it was almost dinner time and someone needed to go update Joan and Iris. After promising that he'd be back soon, the older speedster left, leaving Barry alone with his thoughts. He hadn't attempted to put his cowl back on. He didn't care at the moment. The only thing Barry was for Wally to be ok. He wanted to take away all of his pain. He wanted to switch places so that it was him who was shot at instead of his 12-year-old nephew. He was so out of it he didn't even notice when someone came in.

"Barry?!" Hal asked. Barry looked at him and the green lantern gasped. "You're covered in blood!"

pBarry looked down at himself. It was a little hard to make out against his red suit, but there were splatters of blood on his chest. It was easier to see against the white and yellow flash insignia on his chest. "It's not mine," he whispered.

"Whose is it?"

"Wally's…"

"What?! What happened?! Is he ok?!"

"He…." Barry sighed and rubbed his eyed, then froze when realized his gloves also had Wally's blood on them.

Hal sat down across from him. "Tell me what happened."

"He-" The door opened again and Jay came in.

"Mr. Garrick," Hal said in greeting.

"Hello Green Lantern," Jay said. He took his seat next to Barry and held out a speedster protein bar. "Here."

Barry shook his head. "I'm not hungry." He didn't see the horrified look on Hal's face.

"I don't care. You haven't eaten in almost 5 hours. Eat."

"I can't."

"Barry-"

"How can I eat at a time like this?!"

"You can eat because you're doing Wally no good by starving yourself! It's only going to add to our problems and Iris' worries if you pass out from low blood sugar! Now eat!"

Green Lantern blinked. He'd never seen the first flash so stern with their Flash. It worked though since Barry took the protein bar and slowly opened it. He took a bite. Their special bars weren't known for their amazing flavor, but even now he couldn't taste anything. He ate the bar mechanically. When he was done Jay shoved another one into his hands and Barry ate that one as well, rather than try to argue with Jay again. After that he dropped his head down again, trying to figure out how he could ever make up for his lapse in judgment. After what felt like, and was, hours later, Dr. Mid-nite walked in. Barry knocked Hal over as he stood up and stopped right in front of the doctor. "Is he ok?! Please tell me he's ok!"

"Relax Flash," Dr. Mid-nite said. "The surgeries were a complete success."

"So he'll be ok?"

"Yes. Given enough time and rest, Kid Flash will make a complete recovery."

"Thank god. Can I see him?"

"Yes." Barry followed Dr. Mid-nite back to the med bay, to a private room. As soon as they walked in and Barry saw Wally in the bed he zoomed over and ran a hand through his nephew's hair. Jay appeared next to him as he looked at his nephew. There was a large, black brace encasing most of Wally's leg, as well as plastic races on his wrists to keep them immobilized. One side of his face was covered in bandages, as was his head.

"What happened?" Barry asked, voice shaking.

"The arrow that hit Kid Flash shattered his kneecap. It was extensive, but I managed to repair it." He gestured to the heavy brace keeping Kid Flash's leg immobilized. "He shouldn't run on it for at least two weeks."

Barry nodded. "No problem there."

"I cleaned and bandaged the lacerations on his face. He tore off three layers of skin. His speedster healing should take care of it though. The x-rays showed both wrists were shattered, along with fractures in both arms, one of his ankles, and his skull." Jay steadied Barry, "I aligned all the bones, so as long as he rests they should heal fine. He'll probably have a mild concussion, which should go away in a couple days. I gave him another dose of the sedative that should keep him out until his healing factor kicks again."

"He's going to be alright though, right? He-he'll be ok?"

"As long as he's given plenty of time to rest, yes Kid Flash will make a full recovery. He'll be back and fighting crime in Central in four weeks tops."

Barry nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude. Jay put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you," the older man said.

"I'll leave you three alone."

Barry turned back to Wally, wanting to hold his hand, but the brace stopped him. He let out a low whine and settled for running his hand through Wally's red hair. "Jay, how could I let this happen?"

"Barry-"

"Don't Barry me. I'm his uncle. His mentor. I'm supposed to be there to take care of him."

Jay sighed and gave Barry's shoulder a squeeze. "Wally knows you love him, Barry. He knows you wouldn't have purposefully let him get hurt."

"I failed him today."

"You didn't fail anyone-"

"Don't. Don't Jay. Please just…. Don't try to make me feel better."

Jay shook his head but stayed silent as Barry kept patting Wally's hair and watched him sleep.

— —

After a while, Green Lantern knocked on the door of Wally's room. "Flash," he said, poking his head in. "We're starting the meeting."

"I can't leave Wally," Flash protested.

"You can't shrug off your duties to your friends," Jay told him. "Go to your meeting. I'll stay here with the kid."

"But-"

"No buts. He'll still be here when you get back."

Barry sighed. "Ok. If anything changes come get me."

"I will."

Barry stood up and pulled his cowl on. He followed Green Lantern to the meeting room. He'd forgotten about the blood on his suit but was reminded of it when he walked in and several members of the League gasped. "Hey," he mumbled as he sat down.

"What happened?!" Superman demanded.

"Are you ok?!" Wonder Woman asked.

"I'm fine, it's Wally's blood, not mine." There was a tense silence.

"Kid Flash?! Is he ok?!" Aquaman asked.

"He's ok. He's resting in the Med Bay. It'll be a little rough for a few weeks, but he'll make a full recovery."

"What happened?" Batman asked.

"Green Arrow shot Kid in the knee." Another tense silence.

"He did what?!" Superman demanded.

"Explain," Batman growled. "From the beginning."

"Kid, Jay Garrick, and I were racing around Central today. Kid…Kid convinced Jay and I to go all out for the last race. We-we left him behind with our speed. When he didn't show up at the finish line I went looking for him on the route…." He looked down. "I heard Kid scream." A scream that'd both stopped his heart and invigorated him to run faster. "I got there and had to stop an arrow from hitting him." He clenched his fists. "Green Arrow and I talked briefly then I brought Kid here to get treated."

"What did you talk about?"

"He accused the League of kidnapping Speedy. I told him no members of the League have stepped foot in Star."

"This has gone far enough," Martian Manhunter said.

"I think we've passed far enough," Green Lantern replied. "Sped right over it at super speed."

"We have to put a stop to this!" Wonder Woman snapped at them as a group.

"What can we do though?" Martin Manhunter asked.

"Everyone quiet!" Superman called, quieting them down. "We're going to deal with this. Batman will go to Star and…convince Green Arrow to leave both Roy and the kids alone."

"Sending Batman will break our agreement though," Green Lantern pointed out.

"Actually Green Arrow broke the agreement first when he went into Central City," Aquaman argued. "He's fair game now."

"Not in his mind," Flash said glumly. "He thinks the League is responsible for Speedy going missing."

"The League isn't though. Not technically."

"Oh really?" Green Lantern asked. "Go ahead and tell Green Arrow that he can redirect his rage from the full-grown adults to the 10-year-old child."

"Ok, ok," Superman interrupted, putting his arm across Batman's chest. "Batman will go to Star and get Green Arrow to back off."

"How?"

"Superman glanced sideways at the vigilante. "By whatever means he sees necessary." He gave Batman a look that the bat took to mean 'do your best Dark Knight thing. Put the fear of you in him.' A curt nod was exchanged between them. "Until then we need to keep a better eye on the kids."

"We should just keep them away from Green Arrow," Aquaman said.

"You live in the ocean," Flash pointed out. "You can just tell Aqualad to stay in Atlantis and he'll be safe. Batman and I don't have that luxury."

"I'd like to point out that Gotham might as well be at the bottom of the ocean with how untouchable it is," Green Lantern said.

"I don't think Green Arrow cares."

"Just keep the kids off the streets," Aquaman said. "This whole thing will die down soon. Green Arrow will lose interest."

Flash sighed. "Kid is off his feet for a couple of weeks anyway. I just worry about Green Arrow showing up in Central again-"

"No need to worry," Jay said, walking into the room. "Sorry for interrupting."

"Not at all Mr. Garrick. You're always welcome," Superman replied.

"Why aren't you with Wally?!" Flash demanded.

"I came to tell you that he's awake and asking for you."

"He is?!" He looked at Superman and Batman.

"Go," Batman said, waving his hand.

Flash zoomed out of the room and straight down to the Med Bay. He stopped outside Wally's room. "You going in?" Jay asked, appearing beside him.

"Yeah, I just….Jay, what am I going to do? I can't watch him all the time and what if Green Arrow comes back-"

"You don't need to worry. For now, you just have to go in there and be there for a kid who's in pain and needs his uncle to comfort him."

"Ok."

"Don't overthink this Barry."

Barry walked into the room and smiled. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey Uncle B!" Wally smiled. Barry ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead.

"How do you feel?"

"Mmm….knee hurts. Why hasn't it healed yet?"

"It'll heal soon. We had to slow down your healing so Dr. Mid-nite could fix you up."

"Good to have you back with us," Jay said in a relieved voice. "You had us, worried Kid."

"Sorry," Wally apologized bashfully.

"I'm so sorry Wally," Barry said, wrapping his hand over his nephew's forehead. "I should've never left you alone."

"It's not your fault Uncle B. I should've seen the arrow before it hit me. I don't know what kind of speedster can't dodge an arrow."

"That enough you two," Jay told them sternly. "The only one to blame here is that green archer you call Green Arrow."

"He almost killed me." Wally's words silenced the two older speedsters. "He-he was pointing that arrow right at me. He was going to kill me."

Barry gave Wally's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "He's not going to hurt you again Kid. I'd never let this happen again."

"I know you will Uncle Barry." How much faith Wally had in the Flash never failed to humble Barry. "I'm hungry."

Jay laughed. "How about you take a nap instead? While you're out I'll go get some speedster protein bars."

"Ok…" Wally yawned and laid down against his pillow.

"Can you update Iris while you're down there?" Barry asked as he sat down by Wally's bed.

"One step ahead of you," Jay replied. He gave his pseudo-son and grandson one last smile before leaving. Barry turned back to Wally, determined not to leave his side. Despite how much pain he must've been in, Barry could just make out the cracking of bones as they healed together, Wally was out within minutes of Jay leaving. A couple of minutes after Wally fell asleep the door opened.

"What's wrong?" Barry asked when Batman came in.

"How is Kid Flash?" Batman asked, eyeing the unconscious, young speedster.

"Sleeping, for now, thank god. He doesn't need to be awake while this healing happens."

"Green Arrow will pay for what he did today."

Barry turned back to Wally, never taking his eyes off the bandages on the side of his nephew's face. "Good."