Title – Disturbed

Disclaimer – I do not own the Justice League… DC Comics do.

Summary – Wally West, current Flash wakes up in a Mental Hospital and can't figure out how he got there until the flash backs start.

Rating – T

Author's Note – Wow! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! Now to clear up a few things with you guys, I put Walter because … well I thought I heard Green Lantern yell out Walter a few times haha… that's why I put Walter instead of Wallace, but if you guys prefer I'll use that one instead. Oh and thank you for the tips on the names, eye colors and all the other things I'm still getting used to writing Justice League stories. Anyways I hope you guys like this new chapter!

It was the same old routine every day. Checks every hour or so, breakfast at 8AM. Like a bunch of cattle mostly everyone followed along to the cafeteria to be served murky oatmeal or eggs and bacon along with toast. Some fits were held with patients yelling out or screaming. Breakfast with his family on Christmas day was never this bad, and having speedy relatives really was not good for a clean quiet meal. At least he wasn't shoved in his oatmeal and called flower child yet, although maybe he'd feel more at home if they did. It would feel like High School again.

After breakfast some of them headed straight for a bath, Wally was used to shower time right after eating so there he would follow, again like cattle into the shower stalls with several different men, some old, young, some so frail and petite one could not tell how old they were.

Wally was used to bathing with other men, after training sessions the men of the Justice League would head straight to the stalls for a quick rinse off. In the beginning it was hard considering the secret identity thing, but after their identities were revealed it was so much more relaxing and they even had fun… as embarrassing as that sounded.

"Hey ladies lookin' good!" Wally teased walking down the shower stalls to find a free one. He used to be the youngest League member, until they became the huge league of every hero on the planet, but everyone was still used to his childish humor. So they continued to wash as if The Flash never walked in the shower room.

"Yeah it was a good fight, I was really proud of the younger Leagues behaving themselves!" Superman said talking to Green Lantern.

Wally took his normal shower next to GL and began rinsing off his hair.

"Yeah I remember the hard times we had with Wally when it was just the seven of us." John teased.

Clark knew where this was headed and joined in, "Yeah couldn't get him to stay put, or listen very well either."

"Hey! I helped tons of times and I do too listen!"

"No you don't." Bruce said walking by in a towel around his waist.

"You guys love me, if I ever died you'd all go berserk!"

"Are you going to stay in there all day?" Green Lantern's voice came out as a female's.

"What?"

"I said are you going to stay in the shower all day?" Wally's day dream wore off and standing in front of him in all of his naked glory was the hospital's nurse. Wall blushed and turned around; at least his butt wasn't so bad…

"Yeah I'm done here… geez." No privacy at all…. This had to be some kind of sick joke the league is playing on him. As he dried off a different nurse came running up to him.

"Wallace West?" She asked.

"Yes…"

"You should get dressed, Dr. Weston requests for you!" With that said the young blonde ran off blushing.

After Wally was finished getting dressed he rushed off to Dr. Weston's office! This was just a mistake and he was going to send him home he just knew it! This place was killing him! All the sedatives and drugs they were giving him really drained him of his power, he couldn't even zoom across his room…

"Come in Mr. West they are waiting for you."

They? He stepped into the room and broke into a giant smile filled with hope and relief.

"Guys! Oh my god I knew this was just a joke good one guys!" Wally ran over to them and started to laugh hysterically wiping at his non existing tears. There they were, Clark Kent looking dorky as ever! Bruce Wayne sexy and mysterious, Diana absolutely gorgeous, J'onn as a human, John in regular clothes and sunglasses, and finally Shayera dressed in a giant brown trench coat covering her giant wings. It wasn't until he noticed nobody was laughing that prompted him to quiet down and sit in the empty chair facing them, "Guys? This has all been a joke … right?"

"Wallace… in order for you to recover you need to first accept what is wrong." Dr. Weston began but was quickly cut off by and angry speedster.

"Just what is wrong Doc?! Huh?! You tell me, what are your diagnostics!?" Wally stood up once more but his anger was directed at the man with the wire frame glasses.

"Wally…" a soft hand was on his shoulder coaxing him down. He turned and frowned, Shayera had a painful frown on her beautiful face. In fact, they all did, they were all morose, even Bruce looked sour compared to his normal stoic face.

The young twenty- three year old sat down and cupped his head, his fists were shaking and the pain from gripping his hair didn't even matter anymore, just what the hell was going on?!

"I want to go home." He whispered but loud enough for Clark to hear.

"You can't. You are not well Wally; you haven't been for months now. We all want you home, but we were too selfish to send you away, we all thought we could help you… we were wrong and it almost cost you your life."

Wally looked up, tears were filling up his green eyes and he felt so pitiful, "I didn't do it. I would never resort to suicide; please guys…just…listen to me please."

"Wally we have reason to believe you have a repressed memory. So many traumas can do this to someone." Dr. Weston spoke softly pulling out a file.

"Fuck trauma! I work as a criminal analyst! I don't DO trauma! I see death every day of my life I'm not crazy!" He was on his feet again pulling at his hair in pure agitation, "I am not insane." He spoke quieter, deadlier.

"Wally." Bruce was on his feet now standing next to the younger League member. This was hard on everyone, it seemed, for they were saying nothing at all, "We would never dream of sending you here if it weren't for your best interests." He added the next part so quietly nobody could hear but superman and J'onn if he wanted to read Batman's mind, "We tried taking care of you ourselves but nothing was working."

Bruce backed off and smiled almost imperceptibly, behind him the rest of the five members of the league stood up. They hugged him, except Bruce who stood off awkwardly to the corner, and gave him words of encouragement.

"I don't want your pity words I want to go home!" Wally pleaded tears fully falling now. He was weak and this place was killing him he knew it! He latched onto Diana as a last resort.

"Wally please let go." Diana spoke softly, pain filling her voice.

"Wally." That was John trying to free the Amazon princess.

"No! Please no! I want to go home, I want to go home! PLEASE!" Dr. Weston was up in an instant at Wally's erratic behavior and instantly injected him with a sedative. That went noticed by Bruce.

"Was that absolutely necessary?" He was using his Batman death voice, but how could he not as he caught a quiet, sobbing, young red head in his arms from falling in a heap on the floor. It was a strong sedative at how fast Wally fell, or he really was getting weak.

"I'm sorry, it was just for precaution, and we've had patients attack visitors before." The heavy set man explained as he called for a janitor to take Wally back to his room.

"Just take care of him… or you will have to answer to us." The glares were directed at the balding man causing the perspiration to pulse tremendously.

"Yes sir…"

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"I can't stand this! I want to bring him home!" Shayera cried stomping her way down the steps of the hospital. It was held in Gotham City, its sister building was Arkham Asylum. And although these patients were crazy, they weren't criminally crazy so they have a regular hospital, one with a good reputation, a very well known good reputation and Bruce set out to pay for the best for Wally.

"You know we would if we could." John said speaking for them all.

"Were you able to read his mind this time J'onn?" Bruce asked as they all loaded into the limo Alfred had waiting for them.

"No I was not, it is as if something is blocking me from entering, or his mind is so jumbled that not even I can begin to comprehend what is going on."

"Poor Wally… do you think he really doesn't know what is going on?" Diana asked.

"I don't know… but I plan to figure this all out, I think this is linked to why his speed has slowed down tremendously." Bruce answered looking out of the window.

"Well whatever happens, I sure hope Wally is back to normal and soon." The man of steel added.

They all couldn't have said it better.

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Betrayal. As the young red head lay in his bed looking out at the sky from his barred window he felt a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, it could be from lack of food but Wally liked to believe it was from the betrayal his friends have bestowed upon him. Wally West doesn't beg. That was one thing he learned quickly as he grew from Kid Flash to The Flash, is to never beg, not for anything, you take what you get and leave it at that. Earn the rest. So for Wally to beg to be let out meant his whole world was collapsing. He saw the pained expressions on their faces yet they still chose to leave him. In fact they let that evil Dr. Weston drug him! He was attacked from behind and they still left!

He shifted his eyes in the direction of his door when he heard soft talking. Slowly he stood up, going to fast made him dizzy. He had ever lasting energy that just died recently, like a bag of bricks tied to his legs and arms, his normal human attributes were catching up to him.

He opened his door and about five young men scattered away from his door. They all stared at him like a cat stuck in a car's headlights.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm Dillon," A brunette about the same age as Wally stuck his hand out. Wally took it and looked at the others, "Oh that over there," the black haired man, "That's Alex, that skinny blonde is Zachary and that brunette with the black shirt is Ziggy, and the last guy is Sammy."

"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Wally."

"Nice to meet you, now come on we're breaking out for the night!" Ziggy took Wally's hand and as soon as the mirrors up above on the security desk was clear all six men ran through to a double set of doors into what appeared to be a music room. Wally continued to follow Ziggy who was in front of him. They opened a rather large vent and crawled through.

The tunnels were wide enough to allow for a straight line of people but smelly enough to make people gag. Finally they arrived to a small opening and all crawled out. Where ever they were it was magnificent. It looked to be down in the sellers or basement but it was used quite frequently to have so little dust.

It was a game room, in the center was a ratty old pool table, a few board games of checkers or monopoly and of course big comfy chairs to relax on or just read a nice book from the book case in the corner.

"Wow…" Wally said amazed as he walked in looking around. Everyone else immediately went to 'their' stations and began playing games.

"We built this place from the things we found down here. The Head Nurse, Virginia had a lot of our activity stuff taken away and thrown down here, we all know exactly where she put it but nobody knew how to get down here until I went tampering one night." Dillon puffed his chest out in mild satisfaction.

"So… you guys seem normal… why are you all here?"

The brunette laughed bitterly, "To the naked eye we all seem 'normal' at least compared to Arkham Asylum, but I have amnesia with flash backs of horrible things, that make me break out in these weird tantrums. Ziggy over there has multiple personalities some of them violent or harmful towards himself. Zack has several eating disorders, Sammy has been here since he was eight, they say he killed his dog and then tried to kill his parents but the Dr's aren't to sure what is wrong with him… or they choose not to tell us, over the years he was getting better so they moved him from Arkham to here. Alex sees things, has ever since he was a kid, he was sent here a few years ago when he tried to kill his girlfriend claiming she was 'one of them'. These are the rather minimal disorders we have the ones who have it worse are in another ward. So friend, what do you have?"

Wally didn't want to sound smug so he just shrugged, "I am not sure yet."

Dillon just smiled and walked over to the checker board, "Ah so you are one of those… trust me friend you are here for a reason."

That comment scared him, it was as if he could read his mind and he knew exactly what Wally was thinking. But instead of dwelling Wally sat down at the checker board game and spent a few hours going a few rounds. Finally they all snuck back upstairs and into bed before the checks came around.

The night was eventful and enjoyable he had to admit. It was the only comfort and sure thing he felt since his arrival a few days ago.

When Wally opened his eyes later that day he was no longer at the hospital, he was …. outside on concrete and under an immense red light. He sat up and rubbed his head, he looked around noted that he was not on earth… at least he didn't think he was. The buildings were sky high but they were shaped oddly something not American acceptable. The sun was also bursting an odd red blaze, perhaps from the dust in the air? It didn't look like any dust was around…

He stepped out of the way from a few people walking by, they didn't seem to notice him and kept on walking. Now he knew he wasn't on earth, people were flying by on what appeared to be flying motorcycles. Their outfits were questionable in itself but with the added technology Wally knew he was no where near home.

How did he get here though? A man walked out of a door holding several sheets of paper and walked past him quickly… he looked almost exactly like Clark!

"Hey Clark! Clark!" Wally shouted running after him, the man looked exactly like Clark only he had a strange outfit on and an odd gold ring around his head. Plus he was ignoring him and that was indeed not like Superman at all.

Wally followed the man silently but was cut off when a door was slammed in his face. He went to open the door but gasped loudly when his hand fazed through in fact his whole body fazed through! What was weirder Clark and a beautiful woman who also reminded Wally of Clark were standing next to a baby in a small rocket ship, didn't even notice him!

Tremors began and the couple came together in fear. Clark said something and she responded with a kiss. Superman hit a button and it released the rocket, sending their baby away.

"Hey!" Wally shouted trying to go after the rocket but the tremor had escalated into an earthquake, outside something exploded and bursts of flaming gas and lava from the core were exploding from the ground, buildings were collapsing and still Clark and his beautiful wife held on to each other.

"Don't just stand there supes do something!" Wally shouted. The earth was exploding and all Superman wanted to do was cuddle! Another huge explosion and all Wally could do was scream as the scorching flames bit into his flesh.

Still screaming Wally opened his eyes and realized he looked like a fool lying on the ground curled in a ball with everyone watching him. He sat up and noted that this was no longer that weird planet but earth from the way everything was familiar and the sun was bright and yellow.

Although their expressions weren't directed at him, rather over in the side of him… he turned his head and gasped.

"Superman!!" He shouted getting up quickly and rushed over, Superman was pulverizing Supergirl, her body was so frail and tiny compared to Clark's massive muscles.

"Leave her alone Superman!" Wally tried to stop the man of steel especially since Supergirl didn't even look like she was breathing but again he just fell on through.

When he hit the ground he looked up and just like a never ending nightmare that same planet he was on before was right in front of him, same thing the earthquake ripped through tearing buildings apart and that same flaming gas and lava spread through the lands.

But right next to him really was Superman holding a young boy who resembled him, tears were running down his face and he kept saying, "Daddy why?"

Clark too had tears and his face was contorted into unimaginable pain, daddy? Clark had a son? "I promise you, I will never forget you."

! what was happening?! Clark, never forget his own son? of course not but where was he going?! He wasn't going to leave his kid behind as this planet crumbled was he really going to make his escape? But he never had any time to dwell because a huge explosion erupted near them and once again Wally was screaming, he couldn't breathe and he couldn't see. Everything was being ripped apart and finally everything was black.

I might re-do this chapter… I just have to head out to work right now and I rushed through but we'll see how you guys feel. Thank you so much for the support and help that you guys have been giving me!!