Alright, a new chapter and lots more drama. I knew I put Wally through a lot last chapter, but I need to, because he's so darn perfect. Since he's so fast, few things can actually hurt him, so I need to work harder to pin him down into the situation. So while I am hard on him, as the show shows, he's pretty unstoppable which can make him a bit boring unless I get under his skin a little. This chapter features on of my absolute favorite villains and in the next chapter, there will be a special cameo by a certain Dark Knight and this chapter is very special, pay attention to it.

This chapter is dedicated to the staff of for getting through the entire show. In a few weeks, you'll have free time! You guys are the best and now you can finally rest!

The title of this chapter is from a Hebrew song that just fits this pairing so well, it's so longing and sensuous that for my English speaking readers, I posted the translation of the song. It's up on Youtube and definitely worth a listen.

From the depths I called out to you to come to me
Upon your return, the light will return to my eyes
I'm not finished, I'm not leaving the touch of your hands
May it come and light up to the sound of your laughter

From the depths I called out to you, come to me
Against the moon that lights your way back to me
They spread out and melted against the touch of your hands

In your ears I whisper, and ask
Who's that calling out to you tonight? Listen up
Who sings out loud to you, to your window?
Who gave his soul so you'd be happy?
Who will give a hand and build your home?

Who will give his life, and put it beneath yours?
Who will live as dust beneath your feet?
Who will love you more than all other loves?
Who will save you from every living spirit?

From the depths I called out to you
In your ears I whisper, and ask

--Idan Raichel

From the Depths

Wally sat on the ground at the warehouse where Jinx had saved his life and buried his face into his hands. He wasn't crying but he just had too much of a headache to really face reality. His life was falling apart in front of him and he had no idea how to remedy everything. He was being stretched so thin by all this stress.

"Aunt Iris…I wish I could talk to you," he whispered, feeling so lost. He couldn't even stand to see the disappointment in his uncle's eyes, but his aunt was much more forgiving and she'd only give him an earful. Of course, that wouldn't solve the problems he had with Jinx. Besides, he always burdened her too much. She had so much on her mind; she really didn't need this as well.

He knew he couldn't go evil. For one thing, he was deathly afraid of the Justice League and the Teen Titans wiping the pavement with his face. He loved each one of them deeply, but he knew the vow that they all had taken. Before going to the Dark Side, they would prefer death at the hands of their comrades. Wally didn't take much seriously, but he took that oath with deadly earnestness.

Jinx did care for him, he knew it. He could see the small looks of pleasure she gave him, the softening of her icy disdain for him. Yes, so many other girls would have been easier. Raven and he had enjoyed a good run before her issues had driven them apart. Fire was just dying to take him for some hot and steamy action. So why did he pick the pink haired homicidal punk, even if she did have a killer rack and perfect hips and a smile that made him weak in the knees? "You always have to do things the hard way, my boy. I have never figured out why," Uncle Barry had always said when he was most exasperated.

Three long days had passed since that terrible fight. Wally found himself just going through the motions of life. He went on patrol, but his heart wasn't in it. He had resisted the urge to give criminals swift justice with that side of deep humiliation. He dutifully called home and spent his free time studying.

Professor Hamilton was worried about him. "Your calorie intake is down to ten thousand," he had noted yesterday. "Are you sure you're all right?" The young superhero was not in the mood for a long session of question and answer, so Wally had lied like the bad boy he had become and said he had been injured. Doc Hamilton had even taken some blood tests to make sure that he was completely healthy and said he had found nothing wrong. Well his heart was broken; he was injured enough, wasn't he? That was one of the few upsides; failed romance didn't show up in basic tox-screens.

He had avoided calling home, he knew they were already suspicious of him and him sounding like a wet dog would have only had them insisting he come back. No, he had to face this on his own. Of course, that didn't preclude him to talking to his best friend. Maybe he should go visit the Titans and stay over a few days. It would take the edge off the loneliness.

Of course, then he would have to see Raven again and that would be painful. Their…thing had bombed like Dresden and her empathy powers had just drained him far too much. Raven couldn't be emotional and yet, being in love had made her powers explosive, till they had nearly killed him.

They were good friends now, but he didn't want to be around her when he was emotionally weak like this. Besides, she would feel his love and it might hurt her feelings to know that it was directed to another. She had assured him she had moved on, but he still wanted to protect her from all the crap he was going through. So who could he visit to pull himself out of this slump?

Just as he contemplated going to a bakery and having a large snack, a beep crackled him to attention. "Attack on the Chemical laboratory on Mitchell Street. Meta-human activity noted," said the communicator, rescuing Wally from a swamp of self pity. He had to get back to work. Chasing villains had always given him a rush of joy; he just had to stop focusing on Jinx. If he did some of his duties and became the pride of the Justice League's apprentices, (he and Robin did keep score), he would start feeling better about himself and regain himself in the eyes of his loved ones. Yes, he just needed to get back in the saddle, as his uncle would say.

In a burst of speed, Wally watched the world fade to a blur as he began to run. It was a glorious feeling, the wind roaring in his eyes as he hit speed limits unknown to mankind. He was faster than sound itself. Now which of the gallery of rogues would it be today?

Arriving at the lab, Wally was surprised to find the place deserted, besides for a large overgrowth of plants. "Ouch," he snapped as a thorn ripped into his costume. He was fast, but he still got caught on objects and now he would have to have Aunt Iris repair his costume again!

The only problem was the vine had actually moved to scratch it. He could see it snaking around, along with thousands of others, like green snakes, writhing and cavorting…this wasn't good!

"Why hello, short, red and handsome," a sultry voice said. "I heard I might find you here." Standing there was a red-haired nightmare of a male fantasy. Long legs, a seductive green gown and a rack that could make a priest change his religion, all topped by an evil smirk. One of the baddest villainesses in Batman's book, there in the perfect flesh.

"Poison Ivy?" Wally squeaked, trying not to stare at the creamy mounds of bosom. He had been well trained, but he knew that Poison Ivy's scent sent men into a frenzy and he was starting to feel the affects. "You found me and I've afraid I am going to have to stop you," he said in a deeper tone. He couldn't go too fast here, that would make him breathe more of the poison in.

"Oh, I just stopped by to see the new hero in town, wanted to see if Baby Flash is half the man his mentor is," Poison Ivy purred, pursing those perfect cherry lips. "And I'm not disappointed."

Wally brushed away a bead of sweat and tried to ignore his hormones. He was in way over his head and he knew it. This woman had taken on Batman and lived to tell about it. This was not someone he was looking forward to tangling with alone. "Well, I'm a good guy, I don't tend to disappoint anyone," he said with his trademark grin. Well, everyone besides the ones who mattered. Kid Flash was trying to think who would be good to call in? Even Batman couldn't get here on time unless he was beamed down and that could take too long.

"I see you inherited your mentor's wit," the villainess said appraisingly, looking at him the way a cat eyed a mouse. "But have you inherited his skills?" The Titans were in Tokyo and were counting on him to hold down the fort. Superman or Uncle Barry could save him, but that would be too humiliating, considering how much lying he had done to them.

"Did you inherit those or have a good plastic surgeon? Either way, they are excellent," Wally commented, pointing at the two white mounds that bloomed out like mountains. They looked enormous and soft and he just wanted to bury his head in them.

Poison Ivy's smile deepened. "Want to feel them and find out?" she asked. "I'm open to…many things," she asked, giving him a wink. Somehow she seemed a bit fuzzy in the light. Wally blamed the fumes. "A little information could get you a long way."

The hero gulped and did what Batman had instructed when confronted by forbidden female flesh. Think of the time he and Dick had been forced to watch a video on venereal diseases. "Nah, I'd rather just take you to Arkham and get back in time to catch the next television show," he said softly. Well, back to high speed, bantering was leading to his hormones leading his head.

"Silly boy, the poison my pets inflicted on you has already made you too dizzy to move. I'm not someone who men leave…too easily," Poison Ivy said with a smirk, snapping her fingers. "And my pets still want to play."

Wally hissed in pain as he tried to start his running. He collapsed to the floor, swaying back and forth. "It's not long lasting, sadly. It's just a little bit of experimenting being done," the villainess purred, as Wally was lifted up and restrained by the vines. He was an idiot, a prime idiot and if he survived this, he was turning himself into the Justice League for re-training and whatever punishment they felt needed to knock some sense into his lock-sick brain. That and sheer terror. He was way in over his head here. He tried to reach for his communicator, to press the SOS code.

"Don't struggle. It will only make it more painful," his captor whispered. "If you don't behave yourself, I can use you to practice my nerve toxins on." That was the terror part. "I can make you wish you were never born. Or…I could blow your mind," Poison Ivy whispered, twirling a tendril of Wally's hair. The word 'blow' was triggering images in the teen hero's psyche that was seriously weakening his resolve. "All you have to do is give me a little…information about Batman and we can enjoy some time….celebrating."

"Sorry…I'm taken," Wally whimpered, visibly sweating. Poison Ivy was using some plant fumes to make his…blood run hotter and he was terrified he would humiliate himself any second. The ropes were digging into his skin, making him itch. A sharp prick restarted the poison in him. That meant it wasn't long lasting, she had to keep applying it to him. So as soon as he felt strong again, he had to get away before she delivered the poison again. It would be his only chance if he wanted to survive.

"Pity," Poison Ivy whispered tenderly. "I've always had a thing for young red-heads. They're always very hot…and fiery. You think I can turn you on?" Her scent reminded Wally of everything forbidden that he ever wanted to do.

"Not entirely sure," Wally hissed, struggling against his vines. This was not sensual at all, he informed himself sternly. This woman was evil to the root and had a rap sheet longer than Uncle Barry's thesis. She had to be foiled and immediately. He could outwit her; he had the brains for it. "But I'm sure you can surprise me." He had to sound cool, in control and not like a hormonal puppy.

"I think so. I can make my plants do so many delicious things to a man's body. Give him pleasure beyond his imagination," Poison Ivy said, giving him a look that made Wally feel violated. "And all you have to do is give me a little information."

He'd sooner bite off his own tongue. "Aren't I a little young for you?" Wally whispered, forcing himself to resist. She may have made nearly all women he knew look like old hags, but she was still evil and unredeemable. Falling for villains was a mistake and he had to get control of his raging hormones before he lost his mind. A vine lashed sharply across his shoulders, making Wally wince in pain. "Can't find someone your own age?" That was stupid and he really should have held his tongue.

"Don't be rude. I like them young and fighting to live. That way I can play with them before they die," Poison Ivy whispered, as Wally struggled against the vines binding him. Okay, this was getting less sensual and more terrifying. "I can be very creative in my fetishes." The vine lashed again and Wally bit his lip to hold in his scream.

"So many possibilities to do with you? After all, what would anger Batman more than your swollen, poisoned corpse tacked to the Bat signal?" she hissed, her tone getting deadlier. Sap bled down from the plant, burning Wally's skin. "That would teach him to harass my plants."

Wally paled visibly from the pain and kept trying to activate his super speed. Had he been in full health, he could have been miles away from here in the blink of her eyes. But she had led him into this. "I don't think I'd function well as a hood ornament," he mumbled, trying to keep from pleading for his life. The third lash knocked his breath away and a whimper escaped his lips. "That hurts, doesn't it?"

"Isn't exactly comfortable," Wally hissed, feeling something inside him begin to feel sick. She was going to kill him. That was the ugly truth, as much as she was a beauty; she was also planning to kill him after she had her way. It was a major bummer.

"Oh…I'm sure you would be just lovely. Or I could use you for fertilizer," Poison Ivy said, as she snapped her fingers. Wally gasped as the vines got tighter around his body, squeezing his body. He had been holding his breath to increase the room around his ribs, but the plants had made short work. He choked, trying to find some air to fill his lungs. "Or I could just crack you like an egg. After all, it was your mentor who caused quite a few forest fires." Through an air-deprived haze, Wally knew the protocol. He had to try and live long enough to get rescued, but be ready to die before succumbing to torture. "But this is too easy."

Wally gasped for air as he was gently released. The welts and burns on his flesh ached terribly, but he was conditioned to pain. He could take this. He was in control of himself. He was Kid Flash; of course he could handle himself. "Thank you," he whispered, trying to humanize himself to his captor.

"Oh, don't thank me. I'm merely prolonging your agony," Poison Ivy purred, as another lash struck his shoulder. "I think I'm going to let you die slowly, painfully. I'm going to play with you a bit," she said, as a rain of blows fell down on his body, each one burning with hot acidy sap.

As Wally's eyes began to glaze over, he remembered another event. Another woman's voice, as blows reigned down on his seven year old body. "Why? You aren't giving him a reason not to hurt you. Your hero isn't going to save you. He can keep teaching you manners until you start behaving yourself. It's up to you to make the pain stop," a voice had growled.

It had been the first time he had been captured by a villain and he had barely survived that. It had taken months for the bruises to heal. He had no idea if he would survive this one as well. But he would fight to stay alive.

"Passing out already?" Poison Ivy sighed. "Well, I suppose I could give you a break before I break you," she said softly. 'I'll be back soon when you're fresh and ready for more pain." Her image had blurred before his eyes and for a moment, he just closed them and tried to remember something besides pain.

Wally was still entangled in the weeds and helpless to press the SOS button. If he thought he had problems back in the warehouse, he had been a complete fool. He couldn't imagine his uncle's and Bruce's reaction to Wally's body being left draped over the bat signal. They'd be devastated. Dick would be pretty shaken up himself.

He struggled against the vines, hating the feeling of helplessness. If he had his speed and the venom wasn't coursing through his veins and leaving him with too much vertigo to use his powers and too much confinement to get help. He was going to be tortured because he had decided against putting his tag in his ring, like he had been advised.

To keep himself from passing out, he tried to remember happy memories. He had baked cakes with Aunt Iris and picked apples with her. She had kissed his forehead and made his tears go away. Uncle Barry had taught him the right road of life. Dick had been his best friend. The Justice League had become his new family. Raven had been his first girlfriend. Jinx had been his greatest challenge. He was loved and he loved in return. "Un..," he whispered, as the pain began to get too much for him. What he wouldn't give for a cold pack and some pain killers!

"You're pathetic," a familiar voice hissed, raising Wally from his reverie of defeat and the sweetest torture imaginable.

"It can't be you," Wally whispered, recognizing the voice with a mixture of joy and dread, equally mixed.

"You are really an idiot. I never thought I'd find a hero playing damsel in distress," Jinx snapped, looking beautiful with her hair down. She was dressed entirely in black ninja gear, with a black hood hanging down.

"What are you doing here?" Wally said. God help him, for a moment, he was sure that the two femme fatales were working together against him and he would find himself being dissected like a frog in lab class. "Coming to gloat or admire the merchandise?" he asked. Humor made the terror seem easier to bear.

"Neither. I love you, you idiot and I'm getting you out of this trap. Got some friends to start dumping nuclear waste in the Botanical Gardens to distract her while I rescue you," Jinx whispered, as she cut the vines with a sharp switchblade she removed from her pocket. There was something about a woman who carried a knife that was very delightful. 'What did that bitch do to you? She went too far this time," she muttered, removing the thorn in Wally's foot.

"Thank you," Wally whispered gratefully, trying to come to his senses. The gas had knocked him loopy but he had not lost control of himself so far. And now the woman he had loved had come for him, instead of another hero who would just yell at him for getting in over his head and taking on Poison Ivy without backup. Life was getting very good. "I…don't know what else to say. You saved my life."

"I am the greatest, you don't have to tell me that," Jinx said, as she placed his hands on her shoulders. "I'll carry you out of here; these toxins don't work on women. Don't worry; she'll just think you escaped. You should call back up when you are all right; launch a surprise attack on her."

"You're my hero," Wally whispered, as he was piggy backed outside. His girl was so much stronger than he had ever imagined and this was turning him on much more than anything Poison Ivy had done in her seduction phase.

"Learned from the worst. I just did exactly what they said not to do," Jinx said, carrying him out smoothly. "We need to get out of here before flower floozy comes back."
"How did you know to find me?" Wally asked, as he was heaved out into the fresh air. Oh, it felt so good to be able to breathe normally again with heavy perfumes choking him.

"I'm a criminal, like you said. I know the underworld and I heard through the grapevine that she had you prisoner. And I knew what she would do to you. I'm the only one allowed to do that," Jinx said, her voice growing soft. Considering he was most likely twenty pounds more than her, she was running pretty fast with him on her back. She was a strong woman and he always admired that. "Besides…I…don't…hate you."

"Did you just say…did you just say you loved me?" Wally asked, wondering if the fumes had gone to his head. Jinx couldn't be that affectionate to him, abusing him was how she had showed affection.

"Maybe." Jinx laid him on the ground on his stomach and adjusted his limbs so he'd be more comfortable. "Breathe deeply. We're safe here. You need to rest. We can talk when you feel better and can get yourself some medical help. I'll just with you till then," she said tenderly, laying his head in her lap.

Wally looked up to heaven and mouthed a thank you. For saving him from sadness, Poison Ivy and landing him in the lap of the girl who was proving herself more trustworthy day by day. "You know, you're prettier than Poison Ivy," he whispered. "Much."

"If you believed any other way, I'd return you to her to nasty green clutches," Jinx said tenderly and Wally decided to say nothing. He'd take what affection he could get.

AN-Yes, Kid Flash did get caught easily, but Poison Ivy caught Batman, I couldn't let her be that easily defeated. Besides…things did work out, didn't they? And the Wally abuse is fun, you know you love it!