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After Wally's explosion, Batman had taken him off the team, getting a small smile from the speedster as he ran out of the cave. Wally ran to Vigilante's house, smiling broadly. He had crushed the cowboy in a hug when he answered the door, then told Vigilante that he was free to help Vigilante at any time. Greg had smiled at the boy, then they had entered the house to talk.
"Yuh know, Ah love gettin' yer help, but yuh can't run with me the whole time dressed as Kid Flash. The press is bound ta see, an' ask questions." Greg told him, sittin' in the same arm chair he used when talking to the boy.
Wally was sitting in front of him on a love seat, and he was bouncing in his seat. "I know that Greg! But, come on, you can't tell me you're not happy that now I'm able to help you!"
Greg chuckled at his enthusiasm, then shook his head. "Ah am happy, Walls. It's just that if yuh are goin' ta help, yuh can't go as Kid Flash." He explained.
Wally frowned at the information, then snapped his fingers and smiled broadly. "I know! I can dress up in some western get up, and you call me by a different name, and then, we're going to be okay!" He exclaimed, falling back on the chair, arms spread wide.
Greg chuckled at him, then asked, "Kid, who gave yuh chocolate?"
Wally's eyes were wide at the question, then he shrunk back into the seat. Greg's eyes quickly saddened, and he leaned forward, putting his hand on Wally's and making him look up. "Hey, Wally, Ah was just kiddin'. Seein' yuh so happy after the times bein' so bad, it's refreshin'. Don't take mah question wron', Ah was just surprised."
Wally's eyes were wide, and Greg could see something he had never seen there before. Agony. "I'm sorry Greg, it's just that now that I'm off the team, I can help you search for Bugsy, and we might be able to find Danielle faster. I didn't mean to scare you with my happiness." He tried to cover up the sadness with a lopsided smile, but Greg wasn't having it.
"Wally, what the hell are those parents of yer's doin' now?" Greg asked, his eyes now steely.
Wally sighed, then slumped further into the seat. "Mom's almost never coming out of her room now, dad's drinking a hell of a lot more, and now, Uncle B and Aunt Iris have their work taking most of their time. I-I... I have no one to talk to now but you." He admitted, then rubbed his hands against his face, trying to stop the tears.
Greg sighed, and leaned back into his own chair. Him? Being the only one that Wally could actually talk to? "Don't yuh have yer team?" He asked, trying to find a way for Wally to feel better.
Wally only shook his head. "No, Rob is always nose deep investigating for Dany, and the other two I can talk to are barely there. Aqualad has his own problems with the queen's pregnancy, and Miss Martian is too busy being a leach to Superboy." He answered, voice sounding heavy. He wasn't blind, he knew about their relationship, he just loved bothering the two. It was a sense of normalcy he didn't get anymore.
Greg narrowed his eyes at his answer, then thought about everything. Wally was the one that lost a sister, and the team couldn't even comfort him. The League was doing a very good job at looking for the girl, helping the family, and giving Wally at least something that made him smile. Just yesterday Wally arrived with a dog tag necklace that John Stewart had given him. If the adults could do all that, the kids could at least give him a pat on the shoulder and tell him Danielle would be found.
Wally rubbed his face again, shaking his head, then turned to Greg, desperate to change the conversation. He also had something to ask that had been bugging him for a long time. "Greg, why don't you call my sister by Dany?"
Greg's head quickly snapped in Wally's direction, eyes narowed at the name. "Wally, why do yuh want ta know?" He asked, voice a little steely.
"Well, you always avoid calling her Dany, and there was that time you told me to call her Danielle, not Dany." He answered, eyes wide in fear. Not once he had seen Greg react like this.
Greg sighed, shaking his head, then looking back at Wally with sad eyes. "Wally, Ah told yuh that Stuff was killed, an' that's why Ah've been lookin' fer Bugsy, an' the reason Ah don't call her Dany, is because Stuff's name was Dany." He answered, making Wally's eyes grow wider. "When I saved Danielle from them thugs, the two made an instant connections, an they were good friends since. It hurts to call her that, 'cause it just reminds that Ah've lost two kids."
Wally's eyes were wide as Greg answered, then they hardened. He narrowed his eyes, stood up, and put his hand on Greg's shoulder. "Greg, we're going to find that sonnuvabitch, and we're going to make sure that Stuff gets avenged, and that Danielle is safe. I swear to that."
Greg looked up at the boy, un-shed tears in his eyes, then his face also hardened and nodded. "C'mon, Walls, Ah got a lead at the docks, an' we need ta get ya a new suit." Wally's eyes widened, a smile growing slowly, then he nodded crazily.
Greg walked to his coat wrack, took his keys and jean jacket, and walked out the front door, Wally following him like a lost puppy.
After they had found a costume that hid half of Wally's face, Greg gave him a crash course on using guns. He only had one, seeing that he was good with hand to hand, and that he had speed; but that was only for desperate times; and it was filled with sleeping darts. No way was Greg giving him something that would really kill. Wally was dressed in a dark blue shirt, white gloves, white pants, red bandana, and a white cowboy hat. He still found it amazing how Greg could sneak in such vibrant clothing.
As they snuck on the boat, it was completely quiet, except for the few patrolmen. Vigilante gave one a left hook which knocked him unconscious, and Wally tripped the other one into the water. Pistol whipping another one in the back, Vigilante shoved him down the stairs. Wally kicked away another one that came running at him, then he also fell into the water. They both slowly made their way down the stairs, stepping over the man, then were met by a sharply dressed man in the hall.
"Ben, 'sthat y-?" He asked, but Vigilante choked him, and brought him closer, their faces almost touching.
"Ben? As in Siegel? He's in here?" He asked, glaring at the man.
"Y-yeah... Yeah. Cabin, end o'corridor." The man stuttered out, his eyes wide and fearful.
"Thanks." Vigilante said, letting him go, then puching him in the face. The duo slowly walked down the corridor, Vigilante saying that it was fate for him to finally finish Siegel, then arrived at the door. Inside, a sillhoutte of a short man with a top hat was sitting, and all was quiet.
"Dummy? What are you-?" Vigilante asked, stepping inside, Wally behind him by a few feet.
"I'm not, Vig. Not here at ALL!" A demented child like voice yelled from inside the toy, which Vigilante had grabbed and accidentaly torn it's head off. "Mister Siegel and I are on a ship anchored just other side of this one, yessir." The toy spoke, making Vigilante audibly growl at the midget's catchphrase. "We're drinking wine, eating cheese, having a good time."
Wally took a step back, along with Vig, knowing that villains always had some type of weapon on toys like this. "And. You. Are Dead!" The toy said, then Vigilante let it drop on the seatt.
"Run Kid!" He yelled, and both of them ran out of the cabin. A giant explosion engulfed both of them, and Wally did some quick thinking. Grabbing Vigilante's hand, he threw the other man over his shoulder and tried to run over the debris the explosion sent flying. But, he wasn't fast enough, and some of the shrapnel and fire hit the older man, and him, making them fall into the water, only a few feet away from the fire.
"Vig!" Wally yelled, trying to find the man he had lost. "Vig!" He yelled again, kicking and waving his arms, trying to stay afloat. He found the man's hat a few feet in front of him, and he quickly thought the worst.
He dove under the water, and sure enough, Vigilante was slowly sinking, a trail of blood following him. Wally swam after him, going fast enough to catch him but not hurt him, and swam up, breaking the surface and gulping a big breath of air. Vigilante's head lolled back, and Wally slapped his cheek to keep him away.
"Vig, stay up! Don't you dare leave me!" He yelled, then started swimming to the shore. He was sure he had a cut on his head, and another one on his leg, but he didn't care because Vigilante was losing a lot of blood, and he didn't know where to go. Once he reached the shore, he laid Vigilante down, and grasped his knees, taking in air.
Then, with all of the adrenaline in him fueling him, he picked up the older man bridal style to not jostle him too much, then took off running in the direction of the nearest Zeta Tube. He didn't care if he wasn't supposed to be in the cave, Vigilante was not going to die as long as he was with them.
Less than a minute later, he was already in the cave, the team running in to meet him. He stumbled inside, his strength finally failing him, his legs feeling like lead, and he slowly placed Vigilante down. "Help." He said simply, looking directly at Nightwing, then fell and fainted.
The team only stared at him, but Nightwing quickly ran into action with Robin. He checked over both of them, seeing that the older man's body was even more damaged, carefully lifting him up, and running to the med bay. He knew Wally enough to know that he meant the man, and not him. Robin crouched over Wally, moved his arm around his shoulder, and slowly got up, supporting Wally, then looked at his team.
"Someone help, he's too heavy for me to move." He pleaded.
Kaldur was the first to snap out of it, and ran to his friend, placing his other arm around his shoulder. Slowly, the two made their way to the med bay, the rest of the team following behind them.
I took some of this from the comic, because I really couldn't help but do so, and this is how it finished. And, Wingnut my good friend, what do you need advice with? I'd be happy to help.