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Mist: And not we're back with another chappy

Whistle: Damned deadlines on Friday, don't think we're gonna make it Mist

Mist: I'll just make a shortened ending for the teacher if that happens. Wont be as good as the ones you guys are reading, but it should work.

Whistle: Good plan, now start typing

Mist: Got it

Mist (again): You'll also notice that facts in this story are slightly different then in the mainstream DC universe. Partly because this IS in earth-16 like the show and there really isn't much obvious there. Also this will help the story move along.

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Chapter four: Regret and pancake silence

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(Wally/Blitz's POV)

I don't remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew I awoke to the sound of knocking at my door. I looked around and was slightly disappointed to find that the events of yesterday did in fact happen.

I was a Rogue.

I was a traitor.

With a heavy sigh I called out, "It's unlocked!"

The door opened and Pied Piper stepped in. I almost didn't recognize him at first, though, as he was in his civvies. Fortunately he didn't look all that different. Even if he was now wearing jeans, sneakers, and a green golf-T.

"Morning, Blitz," He greeted me, smiling happily.

"Morning…" I yawned lazily.

"Bad sleep?" He asked me, an amused glint in his eyes.

I nodded at him. "Always have had a hard time sleeping in strange places," I admitted.

Pied Piper laughed at me. "You'll get used to it here soon enough," He promised me, "Especially when we decorate your room."

I smiled back at him. "I take it we'll be heading into town after breakfast?" I asked him.

Pied Piper nodded at me. "Yep," he responded. "I have some old clothes that are about your size you can have, if you want. But you can't really go shopping in your costume."

"Oh…" I mumbled out, suddenly it occurred to me that I'd have to take off my costume sometime.

"You don't have to tell us your secret identity yet if you don't want to," Pied Piper told me. "I understand that this is all still very new and scary to you. So take all the time you need."

I nodded at him, but then a thought occurred to me. I've always been able to find out their identities. After all, all I have to do is check prison data bases and I'd know them all. But to me they were always the Rogues.

Pied Piper has always just been Pied Piper to me. But who is he now?

"What's your real name?" I asked him, unable to hold back my curiosity.

Pied Piper grinned at me. "Name's Hartley," He told me.

I grinned back, feeling a lot closer to him than I did before. "I'm Wally," I told him automatically. Barely realizing what I just did.

Pied Piper's –no, Hartley's –grin grew even wider as he reached over and hugged me. "You trust me," He said, sounding beyond happy. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

I just told him my secret identity…

I really am a traitor…

Hartley noticed me looking down and released me from his hug. "What's wrong?" He asked me, a concerned edge in his tone.

"I'm a traitor," I whispered.

Hartley rolled his eyes at me before ruffling my hair. "Keep it out of your mind," He advised me, "The guilt will go away soon enough. Just let yourself be happy."

"It's hard," I told him, clenching my fist. "I… I didn't know what I was saying yesterday. I think I made a mistake."

Hartley shook his head at me. "You're thinking to much," He told me. "Just let it go…"

"I'm not sure I can," I told him, uncertainty clouding my mind.

"Sure you can," He chuckled at me, "Just follow my lead. Trust me, you've made the right decision. Now let's get you into some civvies."

With that he pulled me to my feet and led me out the door and across the hall to his own room. Once inside I looked around and found that the walls and floor were covered in posters, musical instruments, and weapons. His bed sheets were black with little white music notes.

While I was looking around Hartley had gone into his closet and pulled out a plastic tote.

"This has my old clothes in it," He told me, "Take it to your room and find something to wear for today. Breakfast should be done by then. Do you remember the way to the dinning room? I can come up to get you if you want."

I shook my head at him. "I remember the way," I told him before grabbing the tote and dragging it over to my room.

Once in my room I let out a loud sigh, trying to clear my head. Why was I even doing this? I have to go home to Uncle Barry! Right?

I barely even know who I am anymore. I always thought I was the good guy, that I'd ALWAYS be the good guy. Yet here I am, the newest Rogue. I'm not Kid Flash, I'm Blitz.

A criminal.

OK, so I haven't done any crimes yet, but I will. Maybe I'll do worse. Hartley seems to be able to convince me to do anything. He got me here after all.

With another loud sigh I opened the tote and pulled out an old pair of sneakers, worn out jeans, and a red hoodie. The hoodie was a little big on me, but it was warm and comfortable, so I decided to keep it on. After that I went down the hall to use the bathroom before heading down into the dining room.

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Everyone was seated at the dinning room table eating pancakes by the time I arrived. Trickster had immediately forced me to sit down next to him before running over to get my breakfast for me.

Trickster was also wearing civvies, meaning he was going to be going shopping with Hartley and I after breakfast. He was wearing a bright orange t-shirt with buttons sewn onto it randomly, sneakers, and pale-green pants.

Trickster grinned at me when he sat back down. "Hartley said you told him your name," He chirped. "Can I know it too?"

Well, I had already given one villain my name today, why not the whole team? "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours," I told him playfully, knowing he would love the game.

Trickster's eyes lit up in excitement. "Yay!" He squeaked. "Ok, my name's James! Now tell me yours!"

"Wally," I answered shortly, but it still made him jump up in excitement.

"Yay!" He squeaked away, "I know Baby Blitz's real name!"

The adult Rogues laughed at us.

"What are your names?" I asked them, still unable to get over my curiosity.

"We'll tell you later," Captain Cold promised me, "When we're sure you're staying with us. Hartley told us you've been having doubts. We're not going to get our hopes up yet."

I nodded in understanding, yet I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"He's just in denial still," Trickster, or James now I guess, brushed it off. "He'll be just fine in a few days!"

"Let's hope your right Trickster," Mirror Master told him, "It'd be a darn shame to lose him now, after how hard we've been trying to get him away from his abuser."

"Flash wasn't-" I tried to object but James stopped me by shoving a pancake in my mouth.

"Denial," He laughed as he shoved another pancake in my mouth. "But don't you worry, we'll take care of you AND help you get out of denial! Then we can all be happy!"

There is something seriously wrong with this guy…

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Needless to say I wasn't allowed to get a single word out for the rest of breakfast. It wouldn't have been so bad, if they weren't trying to 'help me deal with my denial' throughout it all.

The scary thing is though; I'm starting to believe them.

Even in my mind, try as I might, I can't defeat their logic.

So I guess it all comes down to the final thing; Uncle Barry didn't really care about me. They're right. The Rogues are my family now. Not him. Not the team. The Rogues.

So why does it hurt so bad to think about it?

I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as Hartley and James led me to the exit. The latter being more than a little excited at the idea of going shopping.

"What do I do if I run into a family member?" I asked them; interrupting James ranting about how much fun they are going to have.

Hartley looked back at me and shrugged. "Just ignore them," He advised. "I could lend you a hat to hide behind if you want. But this is a big city. You probably won't run into them."

"If you say so," I told him before following into step with them.

Hartley grinned at me. "You worry too much," He told me, "You just need to chill."

I nodded at him. "I'll try," I promised him as we continued walking.

It was already eleven by the time we arrived in town, and it was Wednesday. Because of this I raised my hood up over my hair nervously. Last thing I wanted to do was to be recognized as a skipper. How will I explain that if I decide to ditch these two and run home?

But why would I even want to do that?

Before I could think about it more a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around at the same time Hartley and James did. The other two having apparently also been poked.

I felt my blood run cold as I recognized the man.

"Shouldn't you kids be in school…" The voice trailed off as he looked at my face, recognizing me. "Hey, aren't you Barry's nephew?"

Fate's a jerk, even in the none literal sense…

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Mist: Sorry for the cliffhanger!

Whistle: Class is about to end again. Have to upload it. You know how it is.

Mist: You wont have to wait long, though; the next chapter will be up tomorrow

Whistle: You're just zooming through this aren't you?

Mist: Deadlines coming up. Got to move as fast as a speedster.

Whistle: Then enough with the commentary.

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