Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Young Justice, or any references I make.

Mist: Ok, here we go, another chapter in the making!

Whistle: It's amazing how fast she types when the deadline is in sight.

Mist: Don't remind me…

Whistle: Someone has to, now get this story started.

Mist: (salutes) Yes sir!

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Chapter 3: Sleepover pt2: Free falling

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(Wally/Kid Flash POV)

After my apparent renaming Trickster, Pied Piper, and I all sat around and watched TV for about an hour or so before Captain Cold came in to tell us dinner was ready. Dinner was fine, as far as dinners with crazy villains go, and I thought it was going to go by without too much event. Then again I should have guessed that Trickster would say something stupid…

Dinner was just about over when Trickster suddenly began tapping the table loudly.

Captain Cold sighed at Trickster. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" he asked the impatient clown-themed boy.

"No," Trickster frowned, "I have an announcement!"

Mirror Master sighed as well. "Please tell me you haven't created another self-exploding toy…"

Trickster shook his head. "It's about Baby Flash," He told them, getting their attention. "We've given him his new villain name! Blitz!"

The adult Rogues looked surprised, but I could have sworn they were smirking slightly. I shrugged it off though; it's probably just because I've had such a bad opinion of them for so long. Even my sight is getting distorted.

But I still couldn't let Trickster say much, I'm not even sure if I want to join the Rogues. "What Trickster means to say," I shoot Trickster a warning glance, "Is they've decided what to call me IF I join you guys."

Pied Piper rolled his eyes at me. "You'll have to excuse Blitz," He told them with a sigh, using my 'new name'. "He, for whatever reason, still has a sense of loyalty to the Flash."

"Well Flash used to control him, right?" Trickster asked sweetly, "Isn't that called 'Stockholm syndrome'?"

My eye twitched at that insult. "I do not have Stockholm syndrome!" I snapped at him. "I was NOT being abused."

"Denial," Trickster chirped, my reaction apparently amusing him.

I face-palmed.

"For once, Trickster's right," Captain Cold told me. "Forcefully controlling someone's actions IS a form of abuse. Whether you want to believe it or not."

"Poor Baby Blitz," Trickster whined as he rushed over to hug me.

I tried to respond, but my mind just couldn't decide what to feel. One half of me wanted to yell at them, tell them to take back what they said about the flash. I wanted to leave, and never come back. To call them liars and a few other choice words Flash would not approve of. Yet the other half of me believed them. This half of me wanted to cry into the Trickster's shoulder just to cry. This part of me agreed with everything Pied Piper, Trickster, and Captain Cold were telling me.

What is wrong with me?

I shouldn't be having these thoughts. I've never thought things over this much before… My head feel's like it's splitting in two and I cant figure out what I want any more.

I looked around at the Rogues. They were all giving me pitied looks; as though they were looking at a victim of abuse.

But I'm not!

Sure some of their words may be true. Ya, Flash wanted to keep me locked in the city permanently. Yes, I was no longer allowed near my friends; but… that's just him showing he cares about me!

Right?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked over and saw Pied Piper. He looked more than a little concerned.

"I know that it's hard to deal with now," He told me softly, "But trust me. The Flash doesn't truly care about you, he only wants to control you. That's why he's smothering you."

"That's…" I wanted to say 'that's not true' but it was becoming painfully obvious that it was.

"You shouldn't be caged up in one town," He continued, "You need to be free. With us, you will feel true freedom. Not the false kind you used to have."

I lowered my head. "You don't understand," I objected weakly.

Pied Piper raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't I?" He asked me. "It's not that different than why I ran away from my parents. They always kept me locked in, but that wasn't true love. They wanted to keep me in my place; just like the Flash wants to do to you."

"I didn't know…" Is that what my life sounds like to him?

Pied Piper smiled at me. "We're all rejects of society here," He told me. "No real families of our own, we decided to make a big happy family here. And we want you to be a part of it…"

I didn't know what to say. I looked around at the encouraging smiles and hopeful looks; particularly from Trickster whom had yet to stop hugging my arm.

"Please stay with us?" Trickster tried hopefully.

"We won't try to control you," Mirror Master promised me. "Or force you to do missions until you're ready."

"And I'm sure the only one gonna smother ya is Trickster," Captain Boomerang laughed.

"I…" What could I say? Urh, I wish this headache would go away soon so I could think.

"You wont ever have to worry about having to leave," Weather Wizard told me, "Because no one will try to make you. Well, Flash might, but who cares what he says?"

I was a little surprised by how much they wanted me to live with them permanently, for me to become a Rogue. I just had to say three words, just a simple 'I'll join you' and I'll be one of them. But can I really betray Uncle Barry and the rest of the league like this?

I think I already know the answer…

"What do you say?" Pied Piper asked me, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Are you ready to become a Rogue?"

I looked around one final time before answering. "I'll join you," I finally answered him, "Now can someone detach Trickster from me?"

Captain Cold laughed at me. "Welcome to the Rogues Kid- I mean, Blitz," He grinned at me. "Sorry, Trickster hugs come with membership."

I grinned back.

"YAY! Baby Blitz is one of us now!" Trickster cheered, happily oblivious to the rest of the world.

"Ya," I almost whispered, "I guess I am."

"You made the right decision," Pied Piper told me, squeezing my shoulder slightly.

"I know," I answered, grinning up at him.

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I'm still trying to figure out exactly what happened at dinner. To be honest I almost feel like I was possessed after what I just agreed to.

"I'm a traitor…" I mumbled to myself as I looked around the room. My eyes stopped as I looked at a clock.

It was already 2 am, way past my bedtime, but I couldn't find it in myself to fall asleep.

Once again I looked around the rather plain room.

It was one of the Rogues' spare bedrooms, but now Trickster has painted 'Blitz's Room' on the door and declared it's my bedroom. So far it only has a plain white bed, a dresser and a desk in it; but Pied Piper promised me that we were going out tomorrow to get some decorations and toys for me (Needless to say Trickster added the toys comment) with some of the money they got from their last successful heist… when the Flash and I were out of town.

But I guess there's no more 'the Flash and I' anymore. From now on it's going to be Blitz VS the Flash.

Still not sure what to make of that…

With that not so cheery thought I curled back under my blanket to try and get some sleep. Something tells me tomorrow is going to be a long day…

Mist: Sorry this isn't all that long, but class is about to end and I want to get this posted quickly.

Whistle: Next chapter will be longer

Mist: Sorry for any mistakes

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