I couldn't update yesterday because I twisted my ankle and had to go to the doctor, just so you don't think I don't know what to do. It's just that my foot hurt a lot, and it still does, actually.
And my dedication goes to xxellarbearxx, because even if she couldn't review on the story, she PM'd her review, and she guessed the Siegel correctly. Benjamin Siegel is Bugsy Siegel, and you should remember him, because he's going to be big here. Thank you for all your reviews, and please enjoy.
Greg cursed himself for letting this happen. Maybe, if he hadn't told her about Stuff, she wouldn't have felt so bad. But, then again, most of the blame was on Wally, but even then he couldn't bring himself to do that. Wally was just too innocent for him to do that. The boy even broke down crying when he started to tell him what happened.
Of course, Greg was a little awkward in consolling him, but just pat his back and told him it was okay. After the boy was done crying, Greg gave him a kind smile, then got up.
"How 'bout we get yuh some food?" He asked, putting a hand on Wally's shoulder.
The boy looked up at him, somewhat surprised, then heard a growl from somewhere in the house. He didn't know where it came from, then he looked down, seeing that it was his own stomach. He chuckled nervously, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. Greg smiled down at him, then motioned with his head towards the kitchen.
"C'mon, Kid, Ah'm sure Ah can conjure somethin' up." He told Wally, then started walking towards the kitchen.
Wally sighed, then got up and followed the older man. The house wasn't really that exciting, only filled with Western memorabilia, toned down yellow walls, and the normal things you'd find in a house. The kitchen was also pretty normal, with a white stove in the back, a refrigerator next to the sink, and a bar that united it with the main room.
"What are you thinking of doing?" Wally asked curiously, sitting on the one of the bar's chairs, putting his chin on his arms while looking up at the man.
Greg shrugged, then hummed as he rummaged through the cabinets. The tune was new and refreshing for Wally, and he swore he had heard it before. Then, he noticed that it was a song that Danielle had told him about.
"You're Greg Saunders, right?" Wally suddenly asked, as Greg put a seasoned chicken thigh on a hot skillet.
The humming stopped, showing the man was surprised. He turned around to face Wally, who was now blushing at his own stupid question. But, before he could excuse himself for being so stupid, Greg smile and nodded. "Yep, Ah am the 'Prarie Troubador'. Not many kids know that." He acknowledged, then turned back to the chicken.
Wally smiled nervously, "About a week or two after Danielle arrived, she was listening to that song on her I-pod and I snatched it away from her. I heard it, and, well, I liked it." He said, then looked at the food curiously. "What are you doing?" He asked.
Greg smiled at the randomness of the kid, then turned to the refrigerator to see if he needed to make any rice. Looking around it, he found a container with enough rice for four servings. "I'm makin' somethin' Danielle taught me. It's easy ta do, an' it keeps yuh well fed." Greg answered, popping the lid of the container, and placing the container in the microwave.
He turned back to the food in the making, turning the chicken so it wouldn't burn, then turned to Wally with a smile. "She never taught you it?" He asked, a little amused.
Wally blushed, then ducked his head so Greg couldn't see it. Scratching the back of his neck, he answered with, "She tried to, but I was too impatient."
Greg then let out a booming laugh, making the blush be even more red. Wally smiled, he was embarassed, but he still liked the company that Greg was giving him. Then, something hit him.
"Oh, man! Greg, you got a phone?" He asked, getting out of his chair and speeding right up to the man.
Greg jumped at the sudden movement, but quickly regained his composure and nodded. "Let me get it." He told Wally, then walked out of the kitchen to find it. When he returned, Wally was already munching on some cookies that he had found, getting a glare from Greg.
"Sorry." He mumbled, but took the phone that Greg offered. He quickly dialed his home's phone number, and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for someone to answer.
"Hello?" The voice of his mother answered, and anyone could tell she was crying.
"Hey, mom?" He asked, knowing she was going to blow up.
"Wally! Where have you been! We have been worried sick! It's already been four hours!" She yelled, making Wally flinch and move the phone away from his ear.
"Mom! Please, I'm with a friend. You shouldn't worry. I'll be back no later than eight at night." Wally told her.
Mary sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Okay, Wally, but please come back."
Wally softened at her tone, then nodded. "'Course, mom. See you later, I love you."
Then she hung up. Wally sighed, then walked over to Greg. "Thanks man." Greg only nodded, then handed him a plate filled with white rice, red beans, and two chicken legs. Wally's smile was huge, then he proceeded to dig in.
After their meeting, it was common to find Kid Flash at Vigilante's house, which really bugged Batman because he didn't know with who Wally was with. He only knew he was a hero that didn't follow the 'no killing' code, and that he lived in LA, seeing that that was where he was last seen bursting into a hotel, yelling for Bugsy Siegel.
Vigilante also helped with the search for Danielle, but it only was whenever Wally came with a new clue. Last he came with was a woman that had called the pollice, saying that she had seen a black female, with emerald like green eyes, on the bus to Garden City. Kid Flash called Flash to help them, and let's say that Vigilante and the other man got along swimingly.
Flash quickly made a friendship with gun-slinger, not really minding the killing as long as he didn't kill as long as he was around. Which really wasn't a problem because he only killed gangsters' that knew where Stuff's killer was. Right now, the three of them were following a lead to a motel, in which a man had said she had seen a girl that matched the description being dragged inside by another man.
The three made their way inside through the back, not wanting to bother any of the guests, and made their way to the room that he had said she was dragged inside, and Vigilante slowly opened the door. The first thing he noted was the putrid smell of death. He slowly walked inside, left hand on his gun ready if something jumped out, and walked towards where the smell came from.
At the side of the bed, on the floor, the face of a known dealer in LA was seen, already degrading, with flies around him, a puddle of blood right next to his head.
"Kid, don't come in 'ere, Flash, you can." He announced, then moved to start looking through the room.
"But why?" Kid Flash asked, but was quickly quiet from the glare Vig gave him. He crossed his arms and grumbled, then leaned against the door.
Flash sped inside, then gagged at the sight of the man. Vigilante was now looking through his cabinets, looking for clues as to what could've happened. Opening the last one, he found a piece of paper, with the words 'Under Benny Siegel's protection' on it, and a wad of cash attached to it.
He glared at the name, then slowly got up, tense and ready to explode. "If that sonnuvabitch is anywhere near Danielle, Ah'll make sure he gets hell an' then some." He swore, then looked at the bed.
On it, was something that he knew was Danielle's. It was small piece of paper, that was really a photo. He reached for it, then unwad it, to find him, Stuff, and Danielle, spending Christmas together. He clutched the paper, making it seem as if that was the only thing keeping him there, while glaring at nothing in particular.
"Danielle was here." He told them.
Flash looked up from the corpse, and Kid Flash from the door. "Ah don't know what she was doin' in the room with these rattler," He spit out, looking at the man, "But, Ah think mah bad guy has her."
Flash and Kid Flash looked at each other, wondering who. Seeing the look on their faces, Vigilante let out a small chuckle, then answered, "Bugsy Siegel."
Flash was up in less than a second, already next to Vig and taking the paper with the money. He read it over and over, trying to find a way to not make it seem so. "Maybe it's just a coincidence and somebody else has her. Or maybe she managed to run away."
Vigilante shook his head, then pointed at the corpse. "Just look at the shot in the head, that is Bugsy Siegel's signature shot. Hit 'em in the head, just ta make sure they're dead. He only leaves the real close fightin' for when he has backup." He told Flash, then nodded towards the man when he saw Flash's disbelieving look. "Just look at the bullet, and it'll have a B.S on it."
Flash frowned, then nodded. "So, now we might have to follow the leads plus your own bad guy?" He asked.
Vigilante nodded, then walked towards Kid Flash and put a hand on his shoulder. "KF, yuh think yuh can contact the team? They might want ta hear this."
Kid Flash nodded, then got on work to contact them. Vigilante walked out, and towards other rooms, going directly to the manager. He wanted to know if a Benjamin Siegel had ever stayed here.
Truthfully, I don't really know much about Bugsy Siegel, so I'm just really winging it. Only thing I know is what I've learned from 'Vigilante: City Lights, Prarie Justice'. Three reviews and I'll update tomorrow, and if I get four I'll update today!