Wally sped through the intervening miles to Mount Justice. He was excited when Batman got the emergency call – he figured he had a good chance of going along for the ride when Flash and Batman got a mission together – but his excitement quickly turned into panic when he found out what the call was about.

Rob? Attacked? By him?

"Wally! Slow down!" His uncle called behind him but he ignored it. He was worried for his best friend. Robin was powerless. A speedster like him could easily beat up the young hacker, especially if said hacker was caught by surprise.

But Bats trained him. Robin has to be okay! He has to be!

Still, images of a broken, bleeding Robin invaded his thoughts.

"Recognized, Kid Flash. B03."

The moment he stepped into their base, he almost got punched out by an angry Kryptonian.

He yelped and sped to one side. "Supey! It's me! Wal-man!"

An enraged growl was his only answer.

Thankfully, Megan floated in to his rescue. "Superboy wait! He's the real Wally!"

The clone paused and dropped his fist. "You sure?"

There was a sudden blur to his left, quickly resolving into…

It was like staring into a mirror, only if the mirror converted your reflection into your evil self.

"There's two of you?" Superboy's fists were clenched.

Evil-Wally laughed. "I'm his copy. The only one to survive when you broke into Cadmus. It's a pity, really." He sped to a stop right beside Wally. "I would've liked to have my own Robin-playmate."

He sped away, still laughing.

Wally was about to give chase when a heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. He glanced up to meet his uncle's gaze.

The Flash smiled, "Check on Robin. I got this." Then he sped away.

Robin! Wally's eyes widened and he turned to his teammates. "Where's Robin?"

"I left him in his room-" Megan started but Wally cut her off.

"You left him alone? Evil-me could've come back and-" An image of a dead Robin rose in his mind. "NevermindI'llgo!"

His panic gave him an extra burst of speed and he was in his best friend's room in a second. "Robin?"

Batman greeted him at the door, carrying a dazed looking Robin. One of the boy's arms was tied tightly to his chest in a sling.

"Is he…?" Wally couldn't continue.

"Broken collarbone. I'm taking him home to be treated."

Wally raised a hand to pat the younger boy's shoulder but froze when Robin flinched.

"I dosed him with strong painkillers." Batman stated. "Give him a few days."

Wally could only nod and let the man pass. His mind swirled. Evil-Wally had hurt his best friend – while wearing his face. Rage bubbled to the surface. Wally yelled in anger and rushed through the halls of Mount Justice, intent on finding and bashing Evil-Wally.

He found them by the back door. Evil-Wally was barely ahead of the Flash, dodging blows right and left. Whenever Evil-Wally got close to the exit, Flash would step up his attack and herd the copy away. Uncle Barry's strategy was working so far, but it was only a matter of time before Evil-Wally would find an opening and flee.

No way is Wally going to let that happen!

Evil-Wally was looking over his shoulder at the Flash, not noticing Wally's presence. The original Kid Flash ran right onto the copy and bowled him over.

The next several minutes were a flurry of punches and kicks as both Kid Flashes tried their best to beat the other. Wally had forgotten how many hits he dealt; how many he had taken or diverted. All that remained to him was outrage at what this impostor did to his best friend.

How long they'd been fighting, Wally didn't know. He realized though, that Evil-Wally's blows were becoming slower, weaker. It steadily grew worse until the copy stopped fighting altogether.

He stood up from the unconscious copy, panting. Flash knelt down to check on Evil-Wally.

It was surreal; his knuckles were throbbing and various aches from getting hit were making themselves known on his body, all while he stared down at his copy. This must be how Superman felt when Superboy appeared.

"I'd better get this to the lab." Flash announced, holding the limp body in his arms.

"D-did I-?"

"No, Wally. Look." His uncle manoeuvred the body until he could see the copy's face. It was mottled black, blue, and sickly green. Wally stepped back in horror.

"I'll have to conduct some tests to be sure but," Flash smiled grimly, "I think this copy has an expiration date."

"You mean..."

"It was already dying when it came here."