A/N: Everyone's favorite speedster is back! Enjoy!

Wally took a deep breath as he placed his folded Kid Flash suit into his backpack. The pit in his stomach he always got when he lied to his uncle was there. Luckily Aunt Iris was away covering a story about some politician who'd done something they claimed wasn't "Wally appropriate", so he didn't have to worry about her. He calmed himself down with another breath. Lying to Barry was bad, yes, but he needed to remind himself Barry wasn't his father. 'It's not like that with Uncle Barry,' Wally reminded himself silently as he went downstairs. 'It's not like that with Uncle Barry.'

"Going somewhere, Wally?" Barry asked him with a smile.

"I'm going to the comic book store," Wally answered. "The new Robin Hood issue is out."

"By yourself?"

"I've gone to the comic book store by myself before."

Barry frowned. He'd go with Wally, but he had a pile of cases to look over. "I know but these aren't normal times Wally-"

"Come on Uncle B." Wally pouted. "You trust me right?" He felt awful pulling that low blow, but he knew this was something he had to do. It worked too because Barry's resolve melted before his eyes.

"Alright, alright. You have your phone?" Wally held it up. "Ok. If Green Arrow shows up I want you to take cover whoever you can. Call me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Here." Barry took out his wallet and gave Wally a $10. "Get an ice cream on your way home."

"Ok!"

"Bring me one too!" Barry called after him as Wally ran out of the house. He chuckled to himself and sat back in his seat, going back to the file he had open.

Meanwhile, Wally walked as casually as possible. Once he was a couple of blocks from the house he found a house with a 'For Sale' sign in the front. He climbed the fence with ease and made his way quickly into the backyard. He slipped inside the shed and super-speedily changed into his Kid Flash suit. With his clothes stored safely in his backpack, he took off for downtown. He didn't plan on going to the comic book store until after he ran his errand, he needed to keep Barry off his tail after all, but the safe houses he was looking for were on the other side of the city. This was dangerous, yes. This was probably stupid, sure, but Wally knew Roy like no one else. He didn't live with him like Robin, but he knew how Roy felt. He understood how hard is was to leave behind your stuff when you were taken out of a dangerous place. Except Wally had been able to go back. He could remember Barry and two of Barry's friends from the CCPD accompanying him back to his hose so he could get his things. His science trophies; Flash action figures; clothes. He hadn't brought everything, just the important stuff. Roy deserved to have his important stuff with him in Gotham.

Which was why Wally knew he had to find the Rogues.

Granted a superhero actively looking for his villains was strange, but the young speedster knew he had a….special connection with the team of thieves. Ever since his debut as Kid Flash and he'd helped Flash stop a bank robbery, the Rogues had shown a special interest in him. He smiled as he remembered how Mirror Master had actually transported him away from the battle. Twice. After figuring out that Kid Flash wasn't going anywhere, they'd stopped fighting to lecture Flash on "responsibility" while simultaneously lecturing him on the dangers of "baby superheroes". The look on Flash's face had been priceless, but Kid Flash had been concerned with telling the Rogues he wasn't a baby and he could handle himself. After that, every fight with the Rogues just confirmed what Wally knew. The Rogues liked him. They hated Flash, which and sense since he was always stopping them and having them arrested, but with Kid Flash the always joked and pulled their punches. (Or in the case of Trickster tried to kidnap him.)

Wally entered the neighborhood of a safe house he knew the Rogues frequented. Having no other plan of action, he just ran up to the front door and knocked. No one answered, so he knocked again. After getting no reply he ran around the house in a quick circle but saw no movement inside. So he left and went searching for the next one. His knowledge of the safe houses was more by accident than anything. After a heist, he'd been helping Barry cuff the Rogues while Trickster question Pied Piper about which house they would rendezvous at after they broken out. Kid Flash had pretended to be preoccupied with trying to vibrate through a pair cuffs. He was going to tell Flash about the safe houses, he really was, but then the police had arrived and his mentor was busy making sure the Rogues were all separated and de-armed so they could be transported. He never really got around to telling his uncle about the houses, but it was useful now so he figured it was ok.

The second house also turned out to be empty, and so was the third. Wally was really curious how the Rogues had so many houses as he ran towards the fourth. He had 6 addresses, so he wasn't exactly worried yet. He stopped on the stoop of the fourth house, thankfully without running headfirst into the door. He knocked, bouncing on his heels while he waited. His excitement picked up when the door opened.

"Kid Flash?" Pied Piper asked. He frowned in confusion and crossed his arms. "Is Flash right behind you?"

"No," Kid Flash said. "He doesn't know I'm here." That was admittedly a dangerous thing to tell a villain, but the Rogues didn't kill. It made Pied Piper smile.

"What're you doing here?"

"I have a job for you guys."

"A job?" The confusion was back.

"Yup."

"What's in your bag?"

Kid Flash shrugged his backpack off and opened it. "Clothes."

Pied Piper moved the clothes around a little bit. "Huh, looks like you did slip away from Flash. Ok, Kid, come inside." Kid Flash smiled as he followed the thief into the house. Pied Piper locked the door behind them and led the young hero into a living room. Tricker was sitting on the floor, happily watching what sounded suspiciously like 'My Little Pony'; while Weather Wizard, Mirror Master, and Heat Wave sat on the couch behind him, all looking like they wanted to die.

"Did you get cookies?" Trickster asked, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"It wasn't a girl scout. We have a guest." The three people in the room looked at him.

"Baby Flash!" Trickster jumped up and hugged Kid Flash. Over his shoulder, he could see Mirror Master telling Heat Wave something. The latter nodded and got up, leaving through a door. "You came to visit us! That's so nice! Flash never comes to visit us!"

"That's because Flash isn't supposed to know where our hideout is James." Trickster let go of Kid Flash and the young speedster looked between the two Rogues. He'd know they were younger than the rest of the Rogues, but now he noticed that they couldn't have been that much older than him, if not his own age. The door opened again and Heat Wave returned, followed by Captain Boomerang and Captain Cold.

"You two better have a good explanation for this," Cold said, eyeing Kid Flash suspiciously.

"It wasn't us," Pied Piper replied. "He showed up at the front door. Claims he has a job for us."

"Him?" Captain Boomerang asked, pointing at Kid Flash. "The superhero has a job for the thieves?"

"I smell a trap," Weather Wizard said.

"Flash doesn't know I'm here," Kid Flash told them. "He has no idea about any of this. I came here because I need something stolen and you guys are the only ones I know who can do it."

"I still say it's a trap."

Cold smirked. "Trap or not I'm curious. Alright Baby Flash, what's the job?"

"I need you guys to steal something from Oliver Queen," Kid Flash told them.

"I was right," Weather Wizard said turning to look at Cold. "It's a death trap."

"Flash is sick of us enough to hand us our death certificates but not man enough to do it himself?" Heat Wave asked. "I thought he had more class than that."

"It's not like that-" Kid Flash began, but was cut-off.

"No, it is like that. Having us steal something from Oliver Queen? In Star City? That's a death sentence."

"He's right," Pied Piper agreed. "Everyone knows Star is "protected" by the Green Arrow. Unlike you and Flash he has no problem killing criminals. Which we are."

"I know," Kid Flash nodded. "I know it's dangerous, but you guys are really good thieves. If anyone can do this it's you."

"What exactly do you want us to steal?" Cold asked.

"Archery medals."

"Why?" Kid Flash bit his lip. "Details or we tie you up and Flash gets a ransom note left at the foot of his statue."

"Oliver used to have a kid named Roy."

"Roy Harper," Pied Piper said. "What about him?"

"Well….Oliver was abusing him."

"What?" The tone of the Rogue's voice was sharp with anger instead of disbelief.

"Not anymore though. The Justice League is protecting him."

"Why is the Justice League involved?"

"I can't say."

Captain Cold nodded. "Secret identities. Ok."

"Well those medals are still in Star and….and it's not fair. Roy deserves to have his stuff with him same as anyone else. Oliver hurt him, he doesn't get to just keep Roy's things."

"Kid, I'm sympathetic. I really am, but this is Star we're talking about. Green Arrow doesn't give second chances."

"Is Roy your friend?" Trickster asked.

"He is. Please?"

"You really want us to do this, don't you?" Pied Piper asked.

Kid Flash nodded. "I remember when I got to get my important stuff and it made me feel better and-"

"Wait, what?" several Rogues asked at once.

"Huh? Oh….uh….My…I was….abused too…Before-before I lived with Flash."

Piped Piper looked At Captain Cold and the older Rogues sighed. He wanted to say no. He was going to until he saw the look in Piper's eyes. Dammit, he knew that look. He knew if he said no, Piper would do it himself; along with Trickster since James went anywhere Hartley did. There was no way in hell he was going to let the kids do it alone. This was dangerous, but it'd be safer with all of them working together. "Fine, we'll do it."

"We will?!" Heat Wave demanded. He looked at Cold like he'd lost his mind.

"Yes." Cold gave his friend a 'back off' look. He looked at Kid Flash. "We'll get those medals Baby Flash."

"Really?! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"You better get home before Flash gets suspicious. We have a heist to plan."

Kid Flash was grinning as Pied Piper led him back to the door. "Stay safe out there Baby Flash," the thief said as he unlocked the door.

"Thanks, Piped Piper."

The young Rogue smiled. "Call me Hartley. Only when we're not fighting though."

"Ok. Bye Hartley." There was a gust of wind and Kid Flash was gone. Hartley went back inside to discover the others were still discussing the job.

"We're criminals," Mick insisted. "We don't help heroes, we fight them!"

"We're helping an abused kid get his property back from a low-life scumbag," Digger argued. "It ain't like we're helping Flash."

"Why would someone hurt Baby Flash?!" James demanded. Hartley sat on the ground next to him.

"Some people are like that," Hartley explained. "They're lowlives, but it happens."

"Not to Baby Flash…." James hugged Hartley, who patted his back.

"I still think this is a bad idea," Mick said.

Snart looked at him. "I don't give a damn. We're doing this job. Don't think of this as helping a hero. Think of this as us stealing from some rich dude and we just happened to find some medals we thought looked like they were worth something."

"Or James liked that they were shiny," Sam joked.

"Whatever works. This is risky, but there's bound to be so valuable stuff in the mansion of his."

"Bet there'll be lots of shiny surfaces."

"It's like a bank heist, just challenging. Hartley."

"What?" Hartley asked, looking over James, who was still attached to him.

"Tell us everything we need to know about Oliver Queen."

Meanwhile, Wally found a place downtown to change out of Kid Flash suit and stuffed it back in his backpack. He walked casually to the comic book store, half worried his uncle would ask about why it took him so long. Then he remembered his aunt said that Barry "needed a clock taped to his head" and decided he probably wouldn't notice. He smiled to himself as he walked into the store. The meeting with the Rogues had gone better than he'd expected it to. He'd known they'd be resistant to do it, stealing things in Star City came with a chance of death, but he'd been confident that he could talk them into it. And he'd been right! Not only that, but he was pretty sure he and Piped Piper- Hartley were kind-of-sort-of friends now. Wally bought his comic and got ice cream for himself and his uncle. His was gone by the time he got home, running around the city had given him an appetite, and Barry's was a quarter gone. (Never trust speedsters with food). When he walked in the door Barry was on the phone with someone.

"Ok. Next week is fine." Barry hung up and beamed. "Is that mine?"

"Yup!"

"Really?" Barry took the ice cream from him. "Why are there bite marks in it?"

Wally shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know why there are bite marks?"

"Nope. No clue. Maybe a ghost ate it."

Barry smirked then started laughing. "I'll let it go this time, but you should know better than to get between a speedster and his sugar."

"Who were you on the phone with?" Wally asked, eager to change the subject.

"Batman." His nephew's eyes went comically wide and the gasp almost made him choke.

"You have Batman's phone number?!"

"Yes. I have Superman's too."

"What did Batman want?"

"He says that Robin and Roy want you to come over again."

"Really?!"

"Yes. He claims that he's just allowing it to benefit Roy's recovery, but just between us, I think he's happy both Dick and Roy are making a new friend."

"Canwegonow?! Canwegonow?!"

"Slow down kid. We're going next weekend."

"Ok!" Perfect. Hopefully, the Rogues would have Roy's medals by then. Wally grinned, darting forward to take another bite of Barry's ice cream. He ignored the "hey!" this got from his uncle and ran upstairs.

— —

Alfred knocked on Roy's door. "Master Roy?"

It opened and Roy poked his head out. "Yes?"

"Master Bruce has requested you meet him in the gym."

Roy frowned, but then quickly nodded. "Ok." He left the safety of his room and followed Alfred downstairs. 'Too close,' he thought as they walked. 'I was too close to asking why.' He shivered. 'You can do better than that Roy. You know better than to ask why.' If he wanted to stay relatively untouched he needed to remember how to behave. He swallowed before entering the gym. Bruce was punching a punching bag, causing Roy to shrink against a wall.

Bruce stopped and looked at Roy. "There's no need to be scared."

Roy swallowed again and slowly took three steps towards him. "You wanted to see me?"

"I have a proposition for you."

That caught Roy by surprise. "….Ok."

"If you want, and only if you want, I'd like to teach you how to fight."

"F-Fight?"

"Yes. I think that if you can learn to defend yourself against an attacker, it might give you some more confidence." Bruce honestly couldn't tell if Roy wanted this. He just looked afraid and confused. "Roy?"

Roy swallowed. He thought back to watching Bruce spar with Dick. 'Well, he's a lot more subtle than Oliver was.' He took a deep breath. "Ok."

"You want to learn to defend yourself?"

"Of course! Whatever-whatever you want."

Bruce frowned. "No, Roy, we'll only do this if you want to." He tried to put emphasis on the last few words. "If you don't want to it's completely understandable and I won't be mad at you."

Roy's eyes searched his face. There was no anger or aggression. No signs that he was irritated. "Really?"

"Yes. So, do you want to learn how to fight?"

Roy hesitated. Did he? He was pretty sure he kind of did. He wouldn't use it against Bruce obviously, but maybe it could help him block blows and keep himself better protected. "I do."

"You really do?"

"Yes. I do."

"Ok. If you want to stop at any time all you have to do is say something and we'll stop. I promise."

"Ok." Roy shifted uncomfortably. "Can-can we start right now?"

Surprise was not something Bruce experienced often, but Roy managed to cause it several times. "Of course." He stepped back and gestured for Roy to follow. He led the teen to the smaller punching bag, the one Dick usually used. Roy did so, trying to squash the feeling of anxiety that was building inside of him. "Show me how you punch." Roy stared at him. "On the bag." Roy nodded and punched the punching bag. It was hard and heavier than he was expecting.

"Did I do it wrong?"

"Not wrong, just not effective. Make a fist." Roy did so. Bruce reached out to fix his fingers, then stopped. "I'm just going to fix your fingers, ok?" Roy nodded. He flinched a little bit as Bruce gently unclenched his fingers and fixed them. "Like this." Bruce stepped back. "Now, when you punch you have to use more than just your arm. Stand like this." Roy looked down at Bruce's feet, then copied him.

"Like this?"

Bruce checked, then crouched down. "I'm going to fix your stance, ok?"

"Ok."

Roy did his best to keep his breathing steady as Bruce carefully fixed his legs. "Put your weight on this leg." Roy did as he was told. "Good now twist-" Roy jerked away and Bruce quickly pulled his hands back. "I need to put my hands on your torso to show you how to move your body. Is that ok?" Roy hesitated, then nodded. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Ok." He moved slowly, noticing how Roy's eyes never left his hands. He let his hands linger on Roy's body for a moment to show the boy he wouldn't hurt him before he adjusted how Roy was angled. "You need to be twisted like this." He stood up and stepped back. "Stay like that for a moment."

"Ok."

Bruce had to admit he was impressed. Despite how thin Roy had been when he first came to live with them he had a lot of muscle tone and strength for someone his age. His whole body was immobile, holding the position with no obvious signs of strain. Bruce would've at least expected to see some shaking in his arm, but after 15 seconds the limb hadn't moved an inch. He was honestly impressed. Part of him even wanted to wait and see how long it would take for signs of strain to appear, but he knew that would just be cruel; especially given how Oliver had been with Roy. "Remember how this feels ok?" Roy nodded. "Ok. Now when you punch, twist your first and put your whole body into it. Don't forget to breathe. Exhale while you punch."

"O-ok." Roy looked at the punching bag. He took a breath, then exhaled and drove his fist into the bag. It was a solid impact that surprised him so much he jumped back. He stood there unmoving for a second before he looked at Bruce. "Did-did I do it right?"

"You did."

"Huh." There was no smile, no real sense of victory on the teen's face, but he was calm and not having a panic attack, so that was something. Bruce didn't push him to do it again, wisely sensing that he shouldn't try to push Roy too hard. Once again taking him by surprise though, Roy stepped back up to the bag and punched it again. He had to wait a few seconds every time he punched it, but Bruce could tell that deep down he might've been excited about this.

— —

"Are you sure I can't bring my acid eggs?" Trickster asked, putting another one of his "toys" in his pockets.

"Yes Trickster," Pied Piper said. "Remember, the goal is to make it look like we weren't even there so Green Arrow won't go after us."

"Right. Right."

"Let's get moving," Captain Cold told them. "I just convinced Heat Wave not to burn down Queen's home and I'm not sure how long it'll last."

"I'd give it a good 5 minutes," Heat Wave muttered. "He's a piece of child-abusing ass. Maybe we should just burn his arm off."

"He's friends with Green Arrow," Captain Boomerang reminded him. "As much as I'd like to teach him a lesson, I also like living."

"Let's go!" Cold told them. They weren't having this argument. Again.

Mirror Master shot his gun at a nearby mirror and led the others into the mirror dimension. He'd already scouted ahead so he knew exactly where they needed to come out to be inside Queen's Mansion.

"I hate it here," Pied Piper muttered, holding tight to Trickster's hand so he didn't get lost.

"Here," Mirror Master said. He jumped through the portal and landed safely on the other side. He let out a low whistle. "Nice."

Weather Wizard landed beside him and smiled. "There has to be some good stuff in a place like this."

"It's so big!" Trickster smiled. "We should live in a place like this!"

"Maybe someday kid," Cold said. "Spread out and find the medals."

"Let's go!" Trickster grabbed Pied Piper's hand and dragged him up the stairs.

"Let's see if we can figure out which one of these rooms belonged to Roy," Pied Piper advised. "I bet they're in there."

"Ok!" They started trying to open doors but quickly found many of them were locked.

"Is every door locked?"

"Not this one!" Trickster disappeared into a room. "Whoa!"

Trickster followed him quickly. He was in a large bedroom that probably hadn't belonged to Kid Flash's friend. Everything was just too….neat. The wall to his right had a large dresser with folders on it. The wall next to him had an entertainment center, but nothing else. The door or doors since the closet contained two large, double-doors, to the closet were open. Facing him on the far wall was a king sized bed with a trunk pushed against the footboard. "There's no way this is a teenagers room."

"Why?" Trickster asked, poking his head out from the closet.

"It's too neat. There's like nothing here."

"Not true! There're clothes! Shirts, and pants, and ties-"

"Focus on the medals." Piper looked inside the true at the foot of the bed, but it was empty. He looked under the bed, but that was empty too. "For a rich guy, he doesn't have a lot of stuff…" He started opening drawers in the dresser and looking through them. "Find anything?!"

"I found a pen!"

"Did you find the medals?"

"No…"

Pied Piper smiled and kept looking. Finally, in the bottom right-hand drawer, he found something. "I got something!" It was a small, brown cardboard box.

"Is it the medals?!"

Piper opened the box and smiled. "Sure is." The box contained a pile of medals in varying colors, from bronze to silver, to gold. Mostly lots of gold.

"We did it!" Trickster hugged his friend. "Baby Flash will be so happy."

"Yeah, sure. Put this in your bag." He closed the box.

"Why? You found it," Trickster said as Pied Piper put the box in his sack. "Cold says-"

"You find it you keep it, I know. This is so Flash will believe you're the one who took them."

"Oooh."

Piper closed the dresser drawer. "Let's go."

— —

Dick stood on his hands as he watched Roy. "You're doing a good job," he noted, watching as Roy punched the punching bag.

"Thanks," Roy said. He stopped and looked at his young friend. "Don't you get tired?"

"Nope." Dick brought his legs down so they were parallel to the ground above him.

"….ok." Roy looked at the punching bag. He still wasn't strong enough to effectively use Bruce's but he was quickly proving he had greater strength than Dick's could handle.

"Does it make you feel better?" Dick straighten his legs again and shifted all of his weight onto his left arm. "Learning to fight?"

"I guess…"

"You guess?" He changed hands.

"I just…It's better I guess." He wasn't lying. It did feel different. Oliver had never really taught him how to fight, just dodge and shoot, but this was different. A good different. He watched as Dick bent his back, brung his legs down so they were almost parallel with the ground. "Aren't you worried you'll break your back?"

"Nope." Dick straightened his legs again.

"Ok then."

"I could teach you, you know."

"Huh?" Roy paused mid-punch.

"I could teach you acrobatics."

"Really?"

"Of course! I'm a professional!"

Roy smiled. "You definitely are."

"So, what'd you say? It'd be lots of fun!"

"….ok."

Dick's face lit up even more if that were possible. "Really?!" He did a flip off the balance beam. "Woo! This is going to be awesome Roy! You won't regret a thing!"

Roy just smiled. It was something still kind of a new sensation or long-forgotten. Feeling relaxed and maybe even happy. "I'm sure I won't."

— —

"You'll never take us alive Flash!" Trickster yelled.

"Yo, Trickster we're already cuffed," Heat Wave told him. "He already did take us alive."

"Oh. Right." Trickster rattled his handcuffs.

"Stop," Flash told him. "You know the cops will tighten them if they think you're trying to escape."

"We have to give them at least a day," Pied Piper whispered to his friend. He looked at Cold, who nodded. One day and they'd all be back on the streets. He smiled. One day and the adult rogues would still be in a holding cell in the Central City Police station while he and Trickster would be in juvenile hall. He leaned close to his friend. "You still got some of those acid eggs?"

"Should I use them?" Trickster whispered back.

"Not yet."

"What're you guys whispering about?" Flash asked.

"None of your business Flash."

Flash opened his mouth, then closed it and turned away. "Kid, watch them while I help the cops."

"Got it!" Kid Flash smiled. He stood in between the two groups. The older Rogues were seated on the ground on one side and the junior rogues on the other side. "You guys really thought you could steal those jewels?"

"Obviously or we wouldn't be here," Heat Wave replied.

"Kid don't talk to the prisoners!" Flash called. He turned back to the sack that the cop was going through.

"The Rogues seem awfully chummy with Kid Flash," one of them noted.

"They're just…..being themselves." Unfortunately, a truer sentence had never been spoken about the Rogues. "Are all the jewels accounted for?"

"Looks like it," said the sergeant. He picked another sack and poked through it. "Emeralds, rubies— a shiny penny…."

"Must be Trickster's bag."

"There's something in the bottom here…" The upper half of his body disappeared into the sack and emerged a second later. "A box."

"A box?" Flash asked. He took it from the cop. "Is this part of the exhibit?"

"Not that we know of."

Flash opened the box and he blinked. "Oh boy…"

"Flash? Everything ok?"

"Yeah, fine." Flash quickly closed the box. "I'll um….make sure these get returned to their owner if that's ok with you."

The sergeant shrugged. "They're not part of the heist, I don't see why not."

"Thanks."

"Men, get the Rogues down to the station and get the juniors to juvenile detention."

Flash ran back over to Kid Flash as the cops pulled the Rogues to their feet. "Wait," he said. He stopped next to Captain Cold and held up the box. "How do you explain this?"

"That's a box Flash," Cold explained. "You store stuff inside it and—"

"You know what I mean. Where did you get it?"

Cold shrugged. "Picked it up on a job I guess."

"You did?"

"I did!" Trickster called from where the police were trying to put him in a cop car. "I took the box!"

That made sense since it was in Trickster's bag. Flash sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get any more answers. "Take them away." He stepped back and watched as the older Rogues were being loaded into the prisoner transport truck.

Meanwhile, Kid Flash was watching Trickster and Pied Piper get put in a cop car. Right before the door shut, Piper caught the young speedster's eye and gave him a nod. The door shut and Kid Flash ran over to his mentor.

"Did we do good?" he asked.

"Of course." Flash looked at Kid Flash carefully. "Kid, do you know why the Rogues have this box?"

"Uh…..no?"

"Try again. This time with more conviction." Kid Flash hung his head. "Kid-" Flash took a deep breath. "Let's get home, we'll discuss this later."

"Yes, Flash."

When they got home and changed out of their suits Barry pointed to the couch and Wally sat down. Barry crossed his arms and took a deep breath. "Why Wally?"

"Why what?"

Barry pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why did the Rogues take Roy's medals."

"How do you know they're Roy's?"

"Wally…"

Wally swallowed. "They had them because I asked them to steal them."

"You….you what?!"

The urge to flinch went through Wally's body, but he fought it. "I asked the Rogues to steal the medals."

Barry bit back the urge to yell. Yelling would just upset Wally and they wouldn't get anywhere. "Wally….the Rogues are villains…. You can't just ask them for favors—"

"But that's why I asked them! They're villains! If Oliver notices the medals are gone there's no way he can connect it to the League!"

Barry sighed. That wasn't actually a bad idea. He actually thought it was kind of creative and a clever way around Batman's decision. Then he also remembered how dangerous it had been. "It was still reckless! The Rogues could've killed you—"

"They don't kill."

"They could've kidnapped you!"

"…..but they didn't."

"That's not the point. Wally, you have to think before you act."

"I know, but I had to."

"Why?!"

"Roy deserved to have his stuff." Barry blinked. Wally wasn't shrinking away from him or getting upset. He was staring Barry in the eye. "Oliver hurt him, he doesn't get to just keep Roy's things. He'll feel better having his medals, Uncle Barry."

Barry sighed, but his anger was quickly being replaced with pride. It was so unusual for him to be assertive and look Barry in the eye when defending himself. It just showed how far he'd come in the last year and a half. As proud as he was though if he didn't punish Wally, Iris would get mad at him. "I know you just wanted to help Roy, but you're still grounded. No dessert for two weeks and you go to bed an hour early."

Wally nodded. That was fair. "Ok." He was caught off guard when his uncle suddenly dashed to his side and gave him a hug. "Uh….Uncle B? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, Wally. Everything is fine."

— —

The bat glare was never something you could get used to. Barry had been pretty sure he might've been building up a tolerance, but one look at Bruce's face convinced him otherwise. He could feel Wally hiding behind him, trying to escape the intense gaze.

"So your villains just happened to grab Roy's medals when they just suddenly decided to rob a billionaire half-way across the country from them?" Bruce asked slowly, voice betraying just how ridiculous he thought that was.

"Yes," Barry confirmed. "That's exactly what happened."

Bruce kept glaring, but the speedster didn't back down. Logically, he knew the big bad bat would never physically harm Wally, but he also knew that his friend wouldn't be pleased to find out the role the young speedster had played. So he took the bat glare in stride to preserve his nephew's fragile psyche. Finally, though, Bruce spoke again. "Dick take Wally to see Roy. Take the medals with you."

"Come on Wally!" Dick smiled, leading the red-head out of the room.

Bruce's gaze never left Barry's face. "I know you're lying. There's some other part to this story and I'm certain it has something to do with Wally." Well….they didn't call him the World's Greatest Detective for nothing.

"Wally didn't do anything."

"Just keep your nephew under control Barry."

"I….will definitely try."

Upstairs, Wally wasted no time running over to Roy and plopping the box in his lap. "Here you go!" he smiled.

Roy stared at the box like it was a mirage. Like it would disappear if he blinked. Painstakingly slow, he opened the box. His medals. All his archery medals. His fingertips grazed gently over the metal surfaces like he wanted to confirm they were real. "Where did you get these?" he asked in a whisper.

"The Rogues stole them."

Roy didn't really know who the Rogues were, but he was happy they'd stolen the medals. He hadn't seen them since…. He shivered involuntarily as he heard Oliver's voice yelling at him, telling him he was an arrogant brat and the sting of a gash on his cheek, caused by Oliver's ring when he backhanded the 12-year-old trying to stop him from taking the medals. "Thank you…."

"You're welcome! I didn't really do anything. Just returned them to their rightful owner."

Somehow Roy doubted that. Dick climbed on the bed and sat with his legs crisscrossed and the tops of his feet rested on his knees. "What're they all for?" he asked.

"Yeah," Wally agreed, sitting next to him. "Give us a history, how'd you win those."

Roy honestly couldn't stop himself from smiling. Twice in one week! It was a new record. He took the pile of tangled medals out and carefully selected the oldest. "This is my first one I got when I was 6—"