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My home peoples are kind of annoying... My mom and I can't even be in the same room for more than five minutes without her yelling at me or me saying something that makes her upset... She gets upset easily. It really gets on my nerves. And I have a stuffy nose (WHICH SUCKS) and a sore throat so I can't sing anymore until it goes away... Sadness. Don't worry. I will not bore you anymore with my home life. I just thought that I'd update you since I haven't done anything like that since The Inevitable.

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Wally's POV

As I walk into the cave, the computer announces my arrival.

"Kid Flash, B03."

I hate going through zeta tubes when I'm injured. It feels like your being ripped into a billion tiny pieces, and not in the Wow, that was a fascinating feeling way. In the Oh my god it hurts way. I peek into the living room. There's no one there. I keep up the act though, just in case someone walks in. I get through the living room and I head straight for the infirmary, as I usually do after a session. I meet no one on the way there either, which I am okay with.

As I get to the infirmary, I wrap myself up. I can't have another infection, that would cause even more suspicion which will result in more sessions, as I learned last time. I hear Black Canary's voice over the speakers telling everyone to meet in the mission room.

I do as I am told. I speed to the mission room, even though it kills my ribs. I zone out in the middle of her speaking. Black Canary is in charge of missions while Batman is off-world. I realize that Uncle Barry's off-world too, for who knows how long. This means that he will probably not be back for the weekend. I sigh in my head. We had special plans this weekend, we were gonna go on a fishing trip, but that doesn't seem very likely now, which means I am with him all weekend.

"-ash! Kid Flash!" I am snapped out of my thoughts by Robin. "Lets go dude!"

I follow him to the bioship, and right as we're about to get in he pulls me aside.

"Are you okay? You don't look like you're feeling the aster... Plus you haven't flirted with Megan, argued with Artemis, played video games with me, or cracked a joke in a week," Robin says.

"I'm fine," I reply, not making eye contact with him. Why is he even worrying? I don't deserve the pleasure of having someone else fret over me. I'm worthless.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yes," I lie. He can't know. He'd kick me off the team. He'd be so ashamed of me. I deserve that, I know. But just because you deserve something doesn't mean you want it.

He narrows his eyes behind his mask. When he's done with his little inspection he tells me what the mission is. An observe and report. Simple enough. We board the bioship.

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The mission is a complete and utter failure.

And it's all my fault.

In a basic summary, we got there and I got really dizzy. I fell over and alerted the targets of our position. So we ended up fighting them of course. Robin got stabbed in the leg, Megan got burned, and Supey went rage monster and almost caused the building to collapse.

When we got back to the cave, we found out that Batman, and everyone else, had gotten back from the off-world mission. After he sent Megan and Robin to the infirmary, he asked- no -demanded us to give him a debreifing. I zoned out through the entire thing, which brings us to now. He finished talking to us, then he sends us off. But he asks me to stay.

I do as I'm told and as Artemis walks by, she whispers in my ear, "Ooh! You're in trouble!"

I look up at Batman, and he gives me the Batglare. But it's even more intense because I got Robin stabbed in the leg, and he's lost a lot of blood. I don't know how he walked to the infirmary.

"What happened out there, Wally?" he asks in monotone, but I can hear the anger in his voice.

"I fell over," I reply, wishing that we could be done here. I'm already late, and He's gonna kill me because dinner's not on the table.

"Why?"

"I stumbled over my feet," I lie. If I told him I was dizzy, he might figure something out.

"Well, because you stumbled, you jeopardized the mission, and your teammates got hurt. You are suspended from the cave for two weeks," he says. I'm not sure I hear him right.

"What?"

"You are suspended for two weeks," he says, and this time I know I've heard him right.

"No. No, no, nonononononononono! I-I can't. Not two weeks with him!" I can't breathe. I'm hyperventilating.

"Who?" Batman asks, clearly (for a bat) confused. He can't know. Not now. Not ever.

"I CAN'T!" I hear my voice say, and then my feet are moving and I am going through the zeta tubes.

I am in Keystone. I rip out my com link. It's irritating and the stupid thing makes it hard to focus. My mind is racing, and I can only focus on one thing. I run and everything is a blur of colors until I find myself in a field. I try to calm my breathing.

In. Out. In, out. In out in out in outinoutinoutinoutinout. Not good, not good, not good! I still can't breathe. I go for the next best thing. I lay down in the grass. I let my body sink into it as I have many times before. I close my eyes and I focus on my breathing. It's coming in short, ragged breaths. I slow everything down. I watch a bird that lands on the ground. Breathing is beginning to come easier, and soon enough it takes no effort.

I stay there until late. There is a nice breeze going through the area. I am fully relaxed. I let my mind wander. It picks the worst topic for right now.

I'm going to die. What will the team do?

They won't care. My brain tells me. You know they hate you. Even Robin. He just acts like your friend because he pities you. You are undeserving of even that. You are worthless, useless, and a screw-up.

I get tired, and I decide to head home. I forget the consequences of being late, though. As I opened the door, a meaty hand reaches out and grabs my shirt. I yelp in surprise as he pulls me inside.

"Where have you been? You think you can just come home late and not have dinner on the table, you little brat?" He asks. He picks me up and throws me into a wall, and I let out a gasp of pain because I was injured in the battle, too. Batman forgot to ask me. I'm pretty sure that I had already fractured one of my ribs, and now it's most likely broken.

"You're such a pussy," he picks me up by my neck. "No wonder your mother left," he punches me in the stomach. "I wouldn't be here either, if it wasn't for the law," he drops me. "Your a fucking pathetic," he kicks me in my already injured ribs, "worthless," another kick, "little bitch," more kicks, "that doesn't even deserve half of what you have." It hurts so bad. He picks me up by the neck again, "And I got a call that told me you fucked up a mission. You aren't even a good superhero, I mean, what superhero falls over?" He's taking me somewhere. I look down and see blood dripping from my body, making a trail. "You're so pathetic. You don't get to sleep in your fucking room tonight. You are going to sleep in the basement." We have reached the destination. He throws open the door to the basement and throws me down the stairs. I crumple to the bottom.

"You can come out when you're not such a disappointment anymore." He says, then he closes the door, taking out the last of the light in the room, and sealing me in the darkness.