Sorry it's been a while. I had a total blank, but now I have Wally's past in mind. I hope this is worth the wait! Love you all! **Except for the non-reviewers… Well, uh yeah, I should update…

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Wally's Chapter

Wally followed behind his uncle, trudging slowly. He had his hands in his hoodie pocket, his hood over his red hair. The underneaths of his emerald eyes were scarred a dark red from a few tears too many. Barry watched him lightly, a frown playing over his lips.

"Cheer up sport," Barry patted the ginger's back, "you'll have a blast at the station."

Wally stayed silent, studying his Nikes with false interest. The older blonde dropped his hand back to his side with a silent sigh. His nephew had been like this all day. He hadn't said a word since Barry had picked him up four hours earlier. He had barely touched the grilled pizza at Al Forno and he couldn't even fake a smile when fruit tarts had come out. Usually when they visited Al Forno, the emerald eyes would sparkle brightly and he'd shake and jump excitedly until his food came out.

"Uncle Barry…" Wally said softly, his voice heartbroken, "Why are mom and dad fighting? Don't they love each other anymore?"

Barry stopped cold, his eyes widening and his lips parting in surprise. He studied what he could see of the boy beside him, which wasn't much, before trying to think of something that would make sense to an eight year old that didn't sound too childish.

"Well uh… they're kind of like you and your cousin Jackie. You love her because she's family, but you want her dead- er, you hate her some days too," he tried to explain.

Wally's hands balled into tight fists in his pockets.

"Then why can't I 'divorce' Jackie?" he grumbled, lazily kicking a rock from his path.

Barry's heart ached, but he hid it.

"You and Jackie aren't married, that's why," he said it in a tone that could easily be translated as 'you'll understand when you're older'.

Wally sighed, frustrated at the answer, chewing hard at his lower lip again.

"Then why did mom and dad get married if they don't love each other?"

Barry pursed his lips, checking both ways to make sure that they could safely cross the parking lot.

"You don't have to love someone to marry them kid. Did I ever tell you the story about the blonde brawd I was nailing back in '04?"

Barry continued on with his story, rambling about the pretty girl he went with just so he could get through college. Wally wasn't listening though, like always. He just nodded every twenty seconds, mumbling 'uh huh' and 'yup' a lot. He didn't want to hear a story. He didn't want to go to the station with his uncle. He just wanted his mom and dad to get along. That's always a bit too much to ask for though in times like these.

"We both still really love you Wally," his mom's words went through his head.

"We just don't love each other anymore."

Barry finished his story just in time as they got closer to the police station. Barry held open the doors so Wally wouldn't have to fuss with his pockets.

"Hey Allen!" one of the guys greeted the blonde.

Barry raised his hand in a wave.

"Yo blondie, who's the kid?" a girl behind a desk not to far away inquired, smiling lightly at the hoodie clothed boy.

"Angela, meet my nephew Wally," Barry introduced himself.

Wally didn't make any gesture for a greeting. He just kept trudging along, keeping his head down.

"Wallace…" Barry began.

"Let's just get this over. The court case is in two hours. I want to be there when the courts decide who gets to keep me without even asking who I want to be with," the boy mumbled brokenly, following where the wall and the floor met.

Angela and Barry exchanged sad glances.

"His parents getting a divorce?" Angela mouthed as to not let her coworker's nephew hear.

Barry nodded grimly, walking a bit faster and catching a hold of Wally's hood to stop him. He just ended up pulling the hood down on accident, showing Wally's face to the world.

"Such a shame," Angela shook her head, getting back to work.

Barry took the hint and went on to his work, pulling Wally after him.

"Let go of me," Wally growled angrily, glaring through tear lined and red tinted eyes.

Barry did as suggested, dropping his hold on the green cloth so Wally could hide from the world again. Only once hidden did the redhead pick up in step to follow his uncle to the back rooms. It seemed to take forever, but finally, they reached the labs in the back where Barry worked. Curiously, Wally lifted his head to examine the place, but he didn't take the hood down.

The lab was blurry through his eyes, but he could see a bunch of computers, vials and fancy tubes. Beeps and whirs sounded around him, but he couldn't identify any of them if his life had depended on it.

"Welcome to the lab," Barry grinned proudly, opening his arms to add to the welcoming.

Wally blinked hard at his eyes, hoping that his vision would clear up enough for him to actually see anything. Little by little, the grays and whites and reds all became clearer than before until he could see them normally. He looked around, walking farther into the lab. It was a nice place, but there was a computer too many for his liking. He'd rather be out in the field with a gun at his hip instead of in the lab with safety goggles and a microscope.

"Well, what do you think?" Barry asked finally, taking pride in the look of awe on the innocent freckled face before him.

Wally nodded weakly, walking up to a huge display case of strange liquids and combinations of all colors.

"It's cool," he mumbled softly.

In the glass, he saw his own broken expression and winced slightly. He temporarily knocked the hood from his head, smoothing his hair down. He definitely wouldn't get any ladies looking like that!

"Wanna see something cool?" Barry offered from behind him.

Curiously, Wally turned around. In his uncle's hand was a large Petri dish. Wally got up on his tippy toes to look inside of it. It was a spider. Not a normal spider either. In the Petri dish was a huge ass Black Widow with the red hour glass on its abdomen. The Petri dish had a magnifying glass effect, making it even creepier. Wally screamed, scrambling back in a panic. When he stepped back, he knocked into the display case, shattering the part he hit and causing it to tip towards him. All of the vials began to slide towards him, ultimately shattering on his skin, drawing a final pained scream from his lips before his knees buckled and he was knocked unconscious. Barry's eyes widened and he was quick to set the spider down, quickly pulling his nephew from the wreckage.

"Crap," he repeated several times, "Not again… [1]"

XxXxX

When the inside of Megan's mind replaced Barry Allen's lab, everyone adjusted in their own way. Wally, with a pint tint to his cheeks, weakly released Robin from the hug, doing so very slow.

"Oh… yeah," he frowned awkwardly, averting his eyes.

"Sorry man," Robin muttered, his eyes still teary from his own memory.

"No, you've got it worse. You have nothing to be sorry for," Wally shrugged it off.

They both turned to Megan, everybody else following suit.

"Now what?" Artemis asked.

Megan set her hands to her head, aiming to let them out. Robin thrust his hand out quickly, catching her eyes like he intended.

"Wait!" he cried, just in case.

Megan blinked to show he had her attention.

"I have to get Batman in here! He needs his memory! I think I know what it is! It's what makes him… well, Batman! Without it, I never would've been his sidekick. Is there anyway you can bring him in here?"

Megan pursed her lips in thought.

"Well… no… b-but I could let you guys out and you and him could come back?" Megan offered.

Robin nodded before pushing his shades up to wipe at his eyes.

"I'll convince him… just don't anyone here tell him that I've already been through my memory. I've got a different memory I can go through to convince him," he pleaded.

The others didn't hesitate to nod.

"Dude, why would we tell?" Wally pointed out, nudging the ebony.

"Your secret is ours," Kaldur agreed firmly.

"My lips are sealed," Artemis promised.

Robin smiled confidently. Megan took that as her cue to let everyone out of her mind. They all let out a cry as the dark pink tint was replaced with real sunlight, their hands flying up to shield their eyes. They were in the same order as they had been in the mind. Conner was sitting at the island in the kitchen, watching them curiously. Batman was at Robin's side in an instant.

How convenient Robin smiled to himself.

"Batman," he pretended to sound worried, "We have to get your memory back!"

Batman shrugged that off swiftly.

"Have you gone yet?" he demanded to know.

Robin shook his head, lying expertly.

"I figured you'd beat me down if the others knew," it took a lot of power to keep from glancing at Wally who stood to his left.

Batman nodded, silently confirming the statement. Then he turned to Megan before glancing back at his sidekick.

"Are you sure I need it? I don't necessarily want her to know," Batman mumbled sourly.

Robin nodded firmly. "You're already acting like a pansy. You need to get your gravel back."

Batman seemed uncertain, but from the look in the blue eyes before him, he nodded bravely.

"Okay, but… is there anyway for you to forget the memories?" he asked the female ginger hopefully.

Everyone else definitely noticed the change. Much as they liked the ideas of a humane Batman, the rough Batman was the only one they really knew. Megan shrugged.

"I could try," she offered.

Robin stepped forward, setting a hand to his mentor's shoulder.

"We can do this," Robin assured his mentor with a calm smile, "together."

Batman studied the smile for a long while, thinking hard. He eventually nodded.

"Together," he repeated silently.

Megan once again took her cue and kidnapped the Dynamic Duo into the depths of her mind.

[1] Barry got his powers, according to wikipedia, when a bolt of lightning hit a display of chemicals in his lab, causing them to explode on him. According to wikipedia, that's how Kid Flash got his powers too. Blame the fangirls if you disagree.

Not looking forward to Batman's chapter. I know what to write thanks to you guys though. Sorry this is late, life's gotten in the way of things. Review if you want. And yes, Robin's getting an extra chapter because I feel this story needs a happy memory in it somewhere.

-F.J.