Wally couldn't hit him. It wasn't just because he was twirling around his array of fists and kicks; it was because Richard was his friend, his best friend. There was no way in the word that Wally could bring himself to would hurt his best friend. So, all he was doing was zooming out of the way of Dick's barrage of attacks. He had called for backup, using the one emergency button that Batman had given him when he left.

He had only been fighting Dick for only a couple of minutes, and already Wally was having trouble taking deep breaths. Dick had been armed, with bombs that made little glue traps on the ground, liquid nitrogen gas, and even the Poison Ivy chemicals. Wally had had to dodge each bomb, which was being thrown by Dick. To top it all off, Dick had an almost scary accuracy. There was no way Wally was going to last that long while fighting an acrobatic Bat.

Wally had been running throughout Gotham, looking for possible evil villain hideouts, and had checked almost every nook and cranny. He had made his way to the Gotham Museum, which was broken and shut down. It admitted a dangerous aurora, and almost immediately, Wally had known he had found The Court of Owl's hideout. He had taken one step inside of the museum when a shadowed figure had tackled him onto the ground.

There was a mask, an odd one that covered his attacker's eyes; but Wally had known it was Dick by the way his body moved so gracefully. He was wearing some kind of suit, one that resembled an owl. Wally grimaced, if Dick were dressed up like that, what would the Owlman look like? He had tried to reason with him, but all Dick did was growl. So, now Wally was waiting for Batman, and his tranquilizer gun.

Wally had no problem with using his superhuman speed to dodge his best friend's quick punches and kicks, but after a few minutes, he could already feel his stomach growling. 'Darn my fast metabolism' he thought, already slowing down. The ache in his stomach had him doubling over in pain. He opened the little compartment in his glove, and saw that it had no food. He had forgotten to refill it… And he had forgotten to eat all of the delicious foods that Alfred made…

"Oof!" The air was knocked out of Wally, Dick had side kicked him in the gut. The force of the kick was so great, that Wally skidded a whole meter before stopping.

"That's gonna leave a mark…" Wally groaned, picking himself up and looking at his hands. They were marred with flesh wounds and skid marks. Being a speedster had its perks, and at no time, the stinging sensation was gone. But, he was still hungry, and his stomach started threatening this brain to bring it food, or it would eat itself. He was now only running on fumes.

Wally clicked the power button on his communicator, but saw only sparks. It must have broken during the fight. 'I should go and raid Batman's tech supply'. He thought, thinking of all the times that Bruce's communicator never broke, even though it took so much damage.

"Look, c'mon Dick, you know I'm you're best friend, right?" Wally said, not really caring that he had used his real name. At the moment, his hands were raised in a 'peace' gesture, and Dick had backed him up into a corner.

"C'mon man, take a chill pill!" Wally tried again, a nervous sweat trickling down the side of his face. Dick still advanced, and Wally ducked the first punch. There was an undercut, one that Wally didn't see coming, which had him up in the air for a few seconds.

Wally landed back onto the ground with a thump, his stomach constricting for some much needed air. When was the cavalry going to arrive? Suddenly, he felt the air move faster around his head, dodging a very deadly fist that was aimed for face.

He scrambled into a standing position, and ran behind the old marble column that stood in the far south of the room. The aquarium tanks that were still in the old museum eerily glowed, dead fish bodies floating at the top. Wally leaned against the column, and let the smell of dead animals waft into his nostrils. He hadn't noticed it before, since he had been fighting, but the room smelt so bad, he almost needed to barf.

Hoping that Dick couldn't see him for now, he took an intake of air, preparing himself for the next fight. Suddenly, a Dick slammed against him, knocking him onto the nearby wall. The flickering lights of the aquarium illuminated the 'Talon', the rest of the room dark.

"I am not 'Dick'! I am Talon!" Dick roared in rage, his voice bouncing off the walls. Wally gulped as he placed his hands on his neck and squeezed, strangling him.

"Ok! Ok! You're Talon! Let me go!" Wally managed to say, desperately clawing at the hands encircled around his throat. His vision was already turning black, and he couldn't breath at all anymore. Wally closed his eyes in defeat, turning his head to the side. He could've punched him. He could've thrown him off, but he was Dick, his long time best friend. He had been there to support Wally when Barry had died. He was the one who was there to push the mantle of the Flash onto him. He had been there to comfort Wally when his wife, Artemis, died while giving birth. Maybe, with all the things that the two had gone through, Dick would have stopped strangling him, and just remember. Alas, Wally could still feel those cold hands encircled around his neck, and the heavy thought of his best friend ending him brought tears to his eyes.

There was a sudden 'WHOOSH', and suddenly Wally could breath again. He gasped, and looked to his left, where a bird-a-rang was literally embedded into the wall. Dick was still on top of him, though his hands were gone from his neck. There was a 'BANG', and Dick scrambled off of Wally.

He looked to the left. Wally's eyes widened. There was a bullet, crushed into a worthless husk of titanium and was still steaming, that dropped from the little hole in the wall, to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Dickie-bird," The sly voice of Jason Todd, the 'leader' of the Outlaws, was now heard throughout the room.

Wally got up, and while Dick was distracted, he used the last of his energy to speed away. He got to the exit door, hearing the Dick angrily shouting, "I'm Talon!"

Suddenly, Damian Wayne stepped out of the shadows, holding two sandwiches. "Eat up while you can. Batman is scouting out the Owlman, and by the time your done with those; you'll have to help subdue Grayson. Todd and I can only last so long against Grayson."

Wally gratefully took the huge sandwiches, eating them. Damian returned back to the fight, and then he almost spit the food back out. Had that brat just admitted that Dick was better then him? Maybe Damian wasn't as bad as he seemed.

"Hurry up, Flash! I thought you were faster than that!" Damian shouted from the fray of the battle. Wally made a face. Never mind, Damian was still the little devil child he always was.

He ate his sandwiches with a faster gusto, and already his energy was replenishing. Grinning, he licked his lips and got ready. Refreshed, he jumped into the fight.