Hello once more from the land of the overly stressed with homework! Yeah, school is mostly the reason why I've not been writing recently, but it's also largely because I'm a lazy b- …uh, anyway, I'm going to start using some of the suggestions I've gotten from reviews! You should probably know that I screen all the suggestions beforehand, so I'm only going to do three of the current suggestions. But I'm always open for more, so if you expand on some of your ideas I might reconsider. Anyway, this first one is a suggestion by FireZenzizenzizenzic (who also gets a reward for having the longest Author ID I've ever seen). This is in an AU from the other chapters. Enjoy!

IMPORTANT: I'm going to have to start using AUs to contain all the different suggestions people have given me, so I'm going to call the universe all my stories are in the MesaVerse. I'll put MesaVerse or AU at the beginning of every chapter so you know.

ALSO IMPORTANT: I'm trying to do a co-op story with a friend of mine, so if you know of a way to write one other than posting it all on her account and saying I helped, please tell me.

Where…

Wally did not complete the thought, mainly because a blinding pain was shooting through his brain, but also because he knew he could not answer the question. Besides, from what he could see, he was either blind or there was a bag over his head.

As his brain slowly started back up again, groggy and tired, the speedster was already going through a list of options. He knew he was bound to something; pain from his legs and wrists was beginning to register through the other pain in his head. He attempted to make a small sound, which was muffled by the bag; he then made a much larger sound, which only served to exhaust the small air supply he had left. If whoever had taken him captive wanted Wally alive, they were already failing, as the boy estimated he had about an hour of oxygen left.

Then the bag was ripped off, and Wally cried out as the light effectively blinded him.

As Wally's eyes adjusted, and the pain in hid head lessened, he quickly took in the room. It was a relatively dark, dungeon-like place, with bars on one of the walls. The floor was wet and moldy, and a rat scuttled in one of the corners. The room had no furnishings except the chair he was sitting in. Well, tied to.

Oh yes, and there was a tall man with a creepy metal mask standing right in front of him.

"Nice costume," said Wally. Nice costume? That's all I got? He couldn't possibly have hit me that hard.

"Nice costume? That's all you got?" laughed Sportsmaster harshly.

"Wait… you're Sportsmaster, aren't you?" asked Wally. "That's reassuring. What are you gonna do, throw baseballs at me until I talk? Baseball's boring enough anyway-"

Sportsmaster struck him across his face. It hurt. A lot. Wally cried out, nearly going unconscious from the pain. "I… won't… talk.," he said, grimacing from the effort. "Not even if… you… had my friends…. and they're not stupid."

The man laughed, long and cruel. Wally cocked his head and, mocking patience, waited for him to stop. When Sportsmaster saw he was having no effect on the boy, he stopped and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I do have to give that to you kids. None of you are stupid. But you know one of you will come. Not the leader, putting the group's safety first. Not the clone, following orders like the dumb brute he is. You know who will come."

He did know. Dear god…

"The one who acts so high-and-mighty, but would give the world for any of you. The one who wants so desperately to be a hero, and sometimes actually thinks she can."

The man reached towards his face, and slowly pulled off his mask.

"The one who kind of looks like me," he said mockingly.

"My god…" Wally whispered. The resemblance was too much to ignore. It couldn't be. But it was. "You… your daughter is-"

"Me."

A small figure was in the hallway on the other side of the bars. It slowly opened the barred doorway, which apparently had not been locked, and stepped in. The bright light coming in from behind made it impossible to recognize, but as the door closed behind it, Wally knew beyond a doubt it was…

"Artemis. Why didn't you tell me?"

The archer smiled ruefully. "With the reception you gave me on my first day? Please."

Wally smiled. "You still remember that?"

"Enough," Sportsmaster said, stepping between the two. "You lovebirds will have plenty of time to talk. Or wait, maybe you won't." Suddenly, the man slammed Artemis against a wall, pulling out a concealed knife.

"NO!" shouted Wally, fighting against his bindings until they drew blood. Artemis did nothing but glare at her father with absolute hatred. "What do you want from me?"

The man barked a laugh. "You think I wanted you? Don't flatter yourself. You were never anything but the bait. This girl, on the other hand, has been the mole in the team for the whole time. She just never knew it."

Sportsmaster punched Wally in the gut, while still keeping his daughter pinned against the wall.

Artemis made a small noise, as if she had been punched as well. Wally winced, trying to get his breath back, and made a wheezing sound. When he had recovered, he grinned openly, looking at Artemis. "I've never seen you cry before," he said weakly.

"I'm not crying, you freak!" she yelled, voice wavering. "You freak," she repeated quietly.

"Aw, how cute," said Sportsmaster mockingly. "Makes me want to cry myself. Except now, he gets hit again. And again. And again. Every minute until you decide."

"Decide what?" asked Artemis as if she had already given up.

"To join me. Stand by my side, let me train you. Tell me all about your little friends, and I'll teach you things you've never known about fighting. Fighting for the right side. Oh, and did I mention that after five minutes, the boy dies?"

Artemis closed her eyes, turning away. "I… I can't-"

"Oh, but you will." Sportsmaster removed his arm from her neck, letting her free. "And you'll choose right."

"Don't do it, Artemis!" shouted Wally, wincing from the pain. "Wow, that sounded clichéd."

Artemis stood up straight, head high, determination in her eyes. This was the girl Wally knew. She would think of something. Though Wally knew that her life meant much more than his, he really, really did not want to die.

"I choose…"