"We've done it! I can see the tunnel!"

Wally's head shot up as he heard Captain Marvel's call. The speedster was panting heavily as he and Barry swept around the piles of rubble on the street that had been brought out from the building. It had been three agonizingly slow days since Robin was taken, and they had been moving the rubble brought up from the basement floors into a dump truck. He quickly zipped over to what was left of Arkenson Industries and peered down.

In the second day, the team figured out that reaching the basement was going to be much harder than expected. The basement floors had collapsed so often that it was getting hard to breath down there, even with both Hawkman and Hawkwoman flapping their wings in an attempt to clear the clouding dust.

After they agreed that this was indeed a big problem, the situation got worse as Batman and Superman got into a very long and grueling argument. Wally and been watching, rigid, with the Young Justice team from just outside the building, staring down at the two enraged men who were poised down in the rubble underneath. Batman's mood had plummeted upon hearing that Sportsmaster must have taken part in Robin's kidnapping—it was brave for Superman to even confront him at all.

Wally cringed as he remembered their fight. Superman insisted they clear out half of the debris on each floor, so they could continue downwards without the fear of it collapsing down on them. Batman, however, was in favor of pushing onwards, still attempting to dig a narrow trench. He said that clearing out most of the rubble would take too long—Superman disagreed and insisted it would be faster and easier than what they were doing. Fifteen shout-filled minutes later, Batman reluctantly agreed to Superman's plan.

And so, they had spend the last day and a half clearing out all the rubble. It was long and exhausting work, but slightly more effective than the original method. Very little breaks had been taken, and Batman worked ruthlessly, shifting out all the concrete he could manage. Now, finally, the depressing air that seemed to hang over them lifted as everyone who was standing outside rushed to see Captain Marvel.

"The tunnel is cracked, but in tact!" he called up to them. As Wally looked down, he could see the silhouettes of Batman and Wonderwoman holding flashlights deep down in the trench. They quickly swept downwards, joining Captain Marvel.

In an instant, Wally gave a shout to his uncle and was then standing beside Batman. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, the teen could make out the tunnel. It was big enough for a truck, but rather narrow, with cracks reaching up its insides like ivy vines. Wally turned in surprise as Wonderwoman took his hand; she placed her flashlight in his palm.

"You and Barry run down there," Batman ordered, looking into the blackness. "Come back as quickly as possible to tell me where it leads and if anything is in it."

"Right," Wally replied, feeling a rush of air as Barry appeared beside him.

"Did you catch that, Barry?"

"'Course. Let's go."

A cloud of dust shot into the air as Wally burst off the ground, veering into the blackened tunnel. He held out the flashlight Wonderwoman had given him, shining its light just ahead of his feet. The teenager felt the pain in his chest start to lift as he imagined finding a clue to Robin's location. Robin—his best friend—was in danger and Wally's heartache only worsened with every passing hour since the bird's disappearance. Scarecrow and Sportsmaster could be torturing him horrendously, he could be screaming out in agony, tears streaming down his face, begging, pleading for a rescue…

Wally frowned and dug his nails into the palm of his hand. No—he was going to save Robin. He had to, and fast. Robin's life could be slipping away like sand through an hourglass for all her knew. The teen's eyes scoured the cracked concrete flooring of the tunnel as he zipped down it, searching for anything out of the ordinary. Wally blinked, aware that the air was silent around him—he was running faster than sound, making it unable for the noise of his scuffing boots to catch up with him. Tilting his head to the side, Wally could see his uncle sprinting behind him, going at a somewhat slower pace as his eyes searched the ground.

After about two minutes of not seeing anything, Wally's sense of rising hope began to falter. What if they didn't find anything here? They would have just wasted two entire days and exhausted the team, and with no leads to Robin's location. Wally's insides twisted at the thought, feeling as though he had just run into a brick wall.

Suddenly, that pain became very real as he noticed a bend in the tunnel too late and crashed into the concrete wall face-first. Instantly, Barry's hands were peeling him away from the crumbling surface, looking over the teen's face.

"You have to be watching the ground," Barry scolded lightly, wiping away some of the dust clinging to his hair. Wally let out a groan and shook his head, flinging away some of the rubble still clinging to him. He stepped back, examining the tunnel. It had suddenly forked to the left, and proceeded to go straight until rising upwards where light from outside could be seen shining down in the distance.

Wally took up once more and was soon walking out of the tunnel, shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight. It appeared to exit just outside the city, concealed by several trees and large rocks. The perfect location for a secret tunnel.

"Wally!"

The teenager turned, recognizing the urgency in his uncle's voice. In mere seconds, he was at Barry's side, standing at the point where the sunlight crept into the tunnel's exit. Barry held something in his hands, turning it over. Upon a closer inspection, Wally realized with a jolt that it was two envelopes, one thin and the other thicker.

"A clue!"

"Thank god. If there had been nothing, I'm fairly certain Batman would have strangled us on the spot."

"Let's open them, quick!" Wally insisted, shoving his hand forwards in an attempt to snatch the envelopes.

Barry, just a hair faster, blocked the teen's hand with his own. "Not yet. Let's have Batman open it. That man is about as desperate as you can get to find his son. I think he deserves to know first if Robin is safe, or if we have any clues at all."

Wally swallowed and nodded, then both speedsters sprinted back through the sinister tunnel to show the rest of the team their discovery.

Hi guys! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to be posted. I've been super busy recently, as I'm sure lots of you have been. This chapter was going to be much longer and reveal what's in the envelopes, but I've just been lacking in motivation recently. Actually, I'm debating finishing the story. If there are loyal readers out there that are dedicated to this story, please review and tell me so or send me a PM. I may or may not continue, but it will motivate me if I at least have a few reviews of PMs, so I know people are interested in this story. If you like my writing, fear not, for even if I decide not to finish this one I will be writing more fanfiction in the near future! :) Thanks for your time!