AN Thanks everyone for the very positive reaction to this story! And obviously you don't want to "hear" me babble so on to the story. (: I will not own this here. I will not own this there. I will not own this on a boat or with a goat..
Barry loved his city he really did but there were times where even his good will ran out. "Hey Flash! Where's your little sidekick? Squirt go running home to mommy today?" one of the rogues taunted him. Barry had to admit that was a good point. Where was Wally? He should have gotten out of school by now...
A loud scream pierced his thoughts breaking his concentration. He raced toward the sound trying to find the source, the rogues games could wait . When in a garbage strewn back alley he saw a large figure leaning menachingly over a much smaller figure.
Without thinking twice Barry dove between them trying to push the smaller figure behind himself to protect and simultaneously push the taller person away. When as soon as he did this he felt something cold and sharp.. insert itself into his neck. And unknowingly just like his nephew less than 10 miles away ..he slipped into blackness.
1 week later...
By this time the two speedsters disappearance had become nation wide news. Though Central City may not seem like it when their heroes don't show up they worry and worried people tell other people so very quickly coast to coast people everywhere knew that Flash and Kid Flash were missing and had not been sighted for almost eight days.
In all the confusion it is only natural to assume that the just as sudden disappearance of a local high school student and a forensic scientist would be put on the back burner. The rogues being the last ones to see Flash before his disappearance were brought in and questioned reapetedly but every single time they maintained that they knew nothing about the duo's vanishing act.
The city found itself in a state of panic and nothing much better was happening at the Watchtower...
Watchtower the same day..
"Did he say they were going on vacation, taking a break, anything?" Diana asked for the third time. " No neither of them did. At least not to me anyway." Clark responded for the third time himself. The rest of the team were in a meeting discussing what to do about the disappearance as well but Clark and Diana had been kicked out for being too emotional.
Well.. Diana did anyway Clark left to comfort her not because he missed them even more than she did. The same process was taking place at the Young Justice headquarters with equal levels of worry.
That night, all at once every television in Central City grew dark and the lights dimmed an otherworldly glow seemed to shine on the screens for a moment before they flicked back on... to a disturbing picture. Their own heroes tied up and both clearly drugged on-screen.
A deep, raspy voice began droning in the background " Greetings, residents of Central City as you can see here ...are the people you have entrusted your lives with your children's lives with brought down like mere animals. (Hint!)" " Everyday you look to these masked menaces to bring light to the dark and for them to protect you."
" The fact of the matter is Ladies and Gentlemen that you don't know them at all." "But, why don't we change that?" The screen zeroes in on a machine with probes attached to either side just the right size for a human head. " Let the head-games begin shall we?"
AN (2): I know cliff hangers are a bad habit but hey can't win 'em all. Did you catch the hint? Granted, I did point it out though. The hint is towards the.. yes an actual villan.. of Flash's who is behind this whole "mind game" setup. I challenge you to figure it out good luck!