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Italic is Nick's thoughts btw.

Chapter 2: Kidnappers

"You're lying!"

"I'm not lying at all. That's what happened." Stretching my legs in front of me, I leaned back in the bench chuckling as the boy, Jack, sat next to me staring at a picture of Iris West in her Flash costume fighting alongside her then-fiancee, Damian Wayne. "I'm told it was an intense battle." I've been telling Jack stories in the Flash Museum for the last hour. Surprisingly, the time went faster than I expected it to. He looked up at me with his innocent green eyes.

"Kid Flash? Why did you disappear so long ago? Were you hurt?" I smiled sadly at him.

"Let's just say something happened in the last crisis that made me doubt if I wanted to be a Speedster anymore." Before he could ask me anything else, we both heard something fall next door in the Impulse wing. I shot to my feet as my mind raced back to the reason I was in the Flash Museum in the first place.

"What was-" I put my hand over his mouth, putting my finger up to my lips in the universal sign for him to be quiet.

"Go find somewhere to hide, Jack. I need to see what that was." He nodded and ran behind a display, peeking out to watch me flit from shadow to shadow.

I made it to the entrance of the Impulse wing without seeing anyone and peeked around the corner. Nothing moved among the things in the first room, but I did hear a small voice berating herself beyond the next corner. I zipped across the room and peeked around the corner to see Impulse trying to get a partially broken statue of the second Inertia back on its pedestal. My shoulders relaxed as I walked quietly up behind her.

"Stupid statue. Get...back...up...there!" It started falling towards her but I caught it with one hand. She squeaked in surprise and whipped around, her eyes widened as I put the not-heavy-to-me statue back on its stand.

"Impulse, what are you doing out here? How did you get out?" She kept looking me up and down in shock. "You should be asleep by now. Didn't your dad ever tell you how important sleep is to a Speedster?" I waited until she said something.

"Y...You're wearing..." Crap.

"Later, Impulse. How did you get out?" She shook off the surprise of seeing me in a Kid Flash costume and grinned up at me proudly.

"I vibrated! And I didn't blow anything up like before!"

"Like before?" She nodded with her big innocent smile. "Ugh. Imp, I wanted you to stay in the room for your own protection."

"But you didn't come back, Nick. I was afraid you disappeared too." I ran a hand through my hair, not blaming her for worrying since I did say I'd only be gone for ten minutes and it had been an hour. An annoying ringing in my ears started as I sighed in defeat.

"Alright, first thing's first. When I'm wearing this, no matter how much I might not like it, you need to call me Kid Flash. There's a reason I didn't come back to the room yet. I found a kid wandering the hallways earlier and lost track of time while telling him a few Flash stories. I'm sorry for scaring you, kiddo." Her eyes lit up.

"You know some stories? Like what?" I started to steer her out of the Impulse wing. The strange ringing in my ears slowly got louder as we approached the Flash wing.

"Maybe if you promise after one story to go to sleep, I'll tell you and the boy a really good Flash story. Okay?" She nodded as the two of us came back to where Jack was hiding. "Hey, Jack? Still in here, kid?" The boy didn't hesitate to come out when he saw Impulse.

"Wow! You're Impulse!" Her smile stretched from ear to ear as the two shook hands excitedly before they both looked up at me expectantly. I pointed to the bench in front of a particular display that held a broken Flash wingtip, a shattered mirror, and a cracked red birdarang.

"Now, this is the last one for the night since Impulse needs to get some sleep and Jack probably needs to get back to his foster parents' house." Both kids groaned as the ringing in my ears went from ignorable to much more noticeable.

That's when I saw Impulse rub at one of her own wingtips, trying to get to her ear while Jack slightly shook his head, sticking his finger into his ear as if he was trying to clear it. The ringing intensified even before I could start to tell the story. Shaking my head to clear it from the sound, a fact my mother told me long ago snapped into my brain. At a certain frequency, a person could immobilize a Speedster by using a precise high pitch which causes their inner ear to go out of balance, making a Speedster too dizzy to run anywhere. I haven't heard of it being used since the Flash days of Bart Allen. As the sound went to a screaming pitch, the room started swimming as the kids fell off the bench, clutching at their ears while both of them started to scream.

Falling to my knees, I heard something smash through glass in a different part of the Flash Museum. An alarm started shrieking while white and red lights flashed throughout the building. Wrenching to my feet from a shot of adrenaline, fighting the growing dizziness, I managed to grab both kids and haul them behind a display, yelling for them to stay down as I ran and staggered for the villain wing, starting to come up with the dregs of a plan.

Windows were breaking all over the museum and I could hear men yelling down different hallways as I made it to the Rogues Gallery. Stumbling and still getting dizzier by the second, I went to a particular weapons case. Vaulting to the other side of the display case, I smashed the lock and groped for the sound weapon I knew was in there. I was hoping to temporarily deafen myself so I wouldn't hear the maddening high pitch ringing throughout the museum. A flashlight came around the corner as I grabbed one of the old Pied Piper weapons along with Captain Cold's cold gun. Before the guy in black even realized I was in there, I shot him with the cold gun, freezing him in the entrance. Heading out a different hallway, I blew into the pipe as hard as I could, blowing my own hearing out, but it gave me relief from the horrible dizziness of the high pitch. I'd be unable to hear for a while, but at least I wasn't dizzy anymore.

I managed to freeze several men in black clothes in the last five minutes, silently saying sorry as I went and hoping I could find a way of thawing them out later before they died in the ice cages now strewn all around the museum. My hand was going numb from using the cold gun so many times and I was afraid if I vibrated my hand to get it warm again, I'd vibrate the old gun to pieces. I saw another man yelling into his earpiece who didn't notice me yet, but since I still couldn't hear, I had no idea what he was saying. As soon as I passed him, he fell to the floor unconscious from my high-speed fist in his face.

A slight ringing in my ears started a minute later, telling me my hearing was starting to come back as I managed to take down two guys at once. I left Pied Piper's pipe in another room three minutes ago, thinking I wouldn't need it again. Oh, how wrong I was. As my hearing came back, the dizziness started kicking in and I stumbled, knocking over a Green Lantern standee as I heard another man come running down the hallway towards me, yelling into his earpiece.

"Affirmative sir, police are already on their way. Package is secured? Good. S-19 didn't disable the alarms. We have less than two - what the hell!?" I knew the man spotted me as I tried to get back to my feet but failed, slipping back to my hands and knees on the floor. My head reeled as I aimed the cold gun at him. "S-34 to S-2! S-34 to S-2! I found out who was freezing our men! You're not gonna believe this! It's-" I froze the guy before he could get another word out.

Falling face-first to the floor, I closed my eyes, feeling my stomach lurch from the world spinning so crazily. What did he mean the package is secured? Did they get Impulse? Oh, God, I hope not. What about Jack? I opened my eyes to see another man in black approaching the guy I just took out. How many are there!?

This one was much more cautious when he saw his buddy frozen in mid-yell. Leveling his gun, he did a sweep of the hallway, not seeing me on the floor behind his teammate yet. I couldn't aim the cold gun this time. My hearing was back to normal and the dizziness was too much to handle. The guy took a step around his frozen buddy right as the old comm-link on my earpiece crackled to life.

"Conf...ed. Taking...own, now."

"Do yo...ink they're here?"

"Do you really think someo...uld attack THIS building in Central City if they weren't!?" That voice sounded very familiar.

The man saw me lying on the floor and leveled his gun at me just as an explosion outside blew out all the other windows that weren't already broken. As soon as I started trying to get up, the guy in black slammed me back down to the ground with a boot to my back and the muzzle to his gun at the back of my neck.

"S-13 to S-2. I found a surprise for the members. What's going on out there?" My comm-link went off again.

"Get that ship! The rest of you, get inside and get me people to interrogate! If we're lucky, there might still be a Speedster inside!" I know that voice. It's Ethan! Robin! The Teen Titans must have gotten the alarm before the police. For a moment, I wondered if it was just the Teen Titans who got the alarm or if other teams would be descending onto the Flash Museum in the next hour. As the man who held me at gunpoint with a boot to my upper back spoke into his earpiece, I managed to inch my hand to my own comm-link, thankful it kind-of worked like the Impulse one I had years ago. The high pitch ringing through the building suddenly cut off as I made a desperate call out.

"Mayday! Kid Flash to Teen Titans! I'm pinned inside! AH!" The man shot a dart into my lower back and I felt a tranquilizer suddenly coursing through my body, making it harder and harder to talk straight. "Mayday. May...mayday." I could hear Robin yelling through the comm-link as I felt the man lift me up off the floor a second later, hefting my quickly-going-limp body over his shoulder.

"Kid Flash!? KID FLASH WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"H...help me." While running with me on his shoulder, the guy awkwardly put a mask over my nose and mouth, clipping it at the back of my head and activated a knock-out gas that filled the mask instantly. I knew I couldn't struggle out of the kidnapper's grasp since the tranquilizer he already hit me with was coursing through my veins, immobilizing me. Now with the constant flow of gas the mask kept giving me, I had no chance. Whoever was kidnapping Speedsters, they knew what they were doing.

Groggy. So tired. What is this? I can't move. Can't speak. Can't open my eyes. Where am I? I'm being carried somewhere warm. Is someone stroking my hair?

"Can you get it off of him?" Isn't that Wanda's voice?

"I'm trying. I don't want to hurt him though." And Ethan? What's going on? The last memories I had shot through my brain. I was getting kidnapped! Holy shit!

"At least you managed to lessen the gas from his mask. Even my head was starting to swim." I could hear Andrew's voice rumble through his chest as he walked. He's the one carrying me and Wanda must have been the one stroking my hair a moment ago. I felt someone tinkering with the back of the mask that was still over my nose and mouth.

"I'm just glad they didn't get away with him." An unfamiliar female voice.

"Where do you want to put him? Over here?" An unfamiliar gravelly male voice. Am I in Titans Tower? The Watchtower? Ethan must have shaken his head.

"If he wakes up suddenly, I don't want him to panic and accidentally hurt himself. In there will do. It has a heart monitor and it's closed off. Hopefully, we have enough bags left for an IV, he needs nutrients or he won't heal. That gash looks bad and his body isn't metabolizing it the way it normally would." Gash? I didn't get a cut during my dizzying run around the museum. Well, now that I can feel my body a little more, there is a nasty pain in my right shoulder. And what do I need a heart monitor for? What's going on!? And why can't I open my eyes!? "I just wish we got there in time to save Impulse." Oh HELL no!

"Hey!" Andrew stopped walking and I could feel Ethan stop playing with the clasp at the back of my head.

"What, Superboy?"

"I thought I felt him move." He gently shook me. "Kid Flash? Buddy, can you hear me?" I fought for my limp body to MOVE but it refused. I did somehow manage to get a small sound out of my throat. "Kid!?" Too bad it was a whimper. There was a flurry of activity around me as Andrew put me gently into a soft bed. Someone hooked me up to a heart monitor as I felt another spear my arm with an IV.

"Kid Flash? Can you hear me? Nick?" Wanda went back to stroking my hair and had my hand in hers. "If you can hear me, can you squeeze my hand?" I tried to squeeze her hand but I also felt a needle go into my upper arm, injecting me with something as I slowly started to feel myself throwing off the effects of the earlier tranquilizer.

"Heartbeat's strong, but slow for a Speedster." I could hear the worry in Ethan's voice.

"What does that mean?" Wanda squeezed my hand gently.

"It means I need to get this mask off of him." Ethan attacked the mask that was still fuming out knockout gas to me. Andrew called out my vitals as Wanda kept trying to get me to squeeze her hand. The other male voice spoke up.

"Uh...guys?" I could feel someone gently prodding at my shoulder. "I think it's working. He's healing."

After a few minutes, I could feel myself slowly being able to move again as the heart monitor picked up speed, getting to a normal pace for a Speedster. Wanda gasped as I finally managed to squeeze her hand lightly before encouraging me some more. Ethan grumbled as I felt the knockout gas from the mask finally stop altogether. It took less than a second for my eyes to fly open when I suddenly couldn't get any air into my lungs. Both Wonder Girl and Robin managed to get out of the way as I bolted up into a sitting position, trying to claw the mask off of my face in panic. The knockout gas must have also had oxygen flowing with it, so when the gas stopped so did my breathing and rational thought.

I leaped off the bed in a blur, slamming into a wall face first as I desperately clawed at the mask before Superboy caught me, pinning my arms to my sides. Robin was in front of me, his eyes as wide as mine as he snipped a few more pieces of the mask, trying to work around my struggles. Within five seconds, it was off my face and hanging from Robin's gloved hand. Gasping and coughing, I sagged in my best friend's arms, trying to catch my breath as my still weak body screamed at me in protest. My legs couldn't handle my weight yet, and I could tell I re-opened my shoulder a little. Superboy and the other male that looked like he'd been spliced between a human, a computer, and an animal managed to get me into the bed again.

Wonder Girl put an oxygen mask over my face as I gasped for the next minute, drinking in the sweet oxygen while the IV and heart monitor was put back into place from when I leaped off the bed. The other girl, an archer, checked the damage on my shoulder. I felt someone pat me on the top of the foot in relief as Superboy put an ice pack on my now pounding forehead. Robin grasped my hand in his gloved one, squeezing it as a slow smile crawled up his face.

"Good to have you back, Kid Flash."

Chapter 2 End

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