Disclaimer: Still don't own Young Justice. Not mean enough to do a five year time skip with no explanation.

Mist: This is me, writing another chapter

Whistle: Mist's a little on edge right now, freaky nightmare last night.

Mist: OH, and Loco, sorry for giving you my cold!

Whistle: I'm still not sure it works that way…

Mist: Now I'll return you all to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Chapter 11: The opposite of conflicted

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{Three days after museum heist}

(Wally/Blitz's POV)

I glanced over at James as we carefully moved through the hallway, silently approaching the room of our target. Arriving at the door, we found that it was locked, so I pulled out the pair of lock picks Captain Cold had given me as a 'congratulations' present for the successful museum heist.

I had quickly become quite adept at picking locks; everyone thinks I'll be able to move onto cracking safes in no time.

With a small grin on my face I quickly picked the lock on the door and quietly opened it. The two of us then snuck silently into the room and glanced around in the darkness, quickly catching sight of our target sleeping in his bed.

I looked over at James; he looked ready to pounce.

Using my hands I silently counted down for the two of us.

'3'

'2'

'1'

Lowering my last finger we both jumped onto the bed and began to shake Harley's shoulders to wake him.

"Wake up Hartley!" I told him, "You'll be late for the picnic!"

Hartley bolted up and looked at us. "I could have sworn I locked my door…" He muttered.

"You did," James giggled, "Wally picked the lock!"

Hartley looked surprised for a moment before grinning. "Good job," He praised me, ruffling my hair.

"I've been practicing real hard." I told him proudly.

"Well it's paying off," He told me, climbing out of his bed. "You should be able to start on cracking safes soon at this rate."

I grinned proudly.

"Now you two go down and wait for me, ok?" He asked us. "I'm just gonna get dressed, then I'll be right down."

"Ok!" James and I answered happily before racing out of the room.

Once back in the hallway James and I separated. James went off to go make sure everyone was awake, while I went downstairs to help out Captain Cold getting the picnic stuff ready.

In my eleven (or was it twelve now? I've stopped keeping track) days I've been here I had only gone to the Rogues campground once, so I was really excited to go back again, especially for an awesome picnic!

I'm really glad I've gotten over my old problems. I no longer think, so therefore I no longer get headaches. I've also finally gotten over my Stockholm syndrome problem with the Flash. I sure am lucky that the Rogues took me in when they did.

"Need any help?" I asked Captain Cold as I walked into the kitchen.

Captain Cold grinned at me. "Sure, Wally," He told me, "How about you help me wrap these sandwiches?"

"OK!" I told him.

I rushed over and began to wrap the sandwiches.

It's kind of funny for me to think about how conflicted I used to be. I must have been seriously messed up to have ever trusted the Flash.

Now here I am, finally free from his control.

I grinned to myself as I continued to work.

"I'm guessing that you and James already woke up Hartley?" Captain Cold asked me.

"Ya, I'm guessing we weren't very quiet, were we," I laughed.

"Not really, but it's ok," He told me, "Everyone's supposed to be up right now getting ready anyways."

"Don't worry, James has that covered," I chuckled.

"Well I'm just glad to see that you're settling in here nicely," Captain Cold told me, "I was worried for you."

"I'm fine now," I assured him. "I was just being a spazz before."

Captain Cold laughed at me. "Well, tell me if you have any problems, ok?"

"Will do," I told him, grinning.

"Morning Captain," Hartley's voice greeted from the doorway.

"Morning, Hartley," Captain Cold greeted back, "I see that you're finally up. Good thing Wally and James woke you, you probably would have slept 'til three."

Hartley shrugged and walked over and began to help bag the sandwiches. "I was up late last night," Hartley told him, "I've been working on perfecting some new weaponry. If my theory is correct, I should be able to use my music to disrupt electronic equipment."

I stared blankly at him.

"He means he'll be able to mess with computers and stuff," Captain Cold translated.

"It will make breaking into places a hell of a lot easier," Hartley declared, "And cut down on our 'Flash' encounters."

I frowned. "I hate the Flash," I muttered out.

Hartley chuckled at me and ruffled my hair. "We know you do Wally," He told me, sounding more than a little happy at the declaration, "That's why we want to keep him away from you. Especially if he's going to try and take you back."

"He never learns," I sighed.

"It'll get through to him eventually," Hartley assured me, "And then he will finally leave you alone to be a Rogue."

I grinned up at Hartley; he always knew just the right thing to say!

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I laughed happily as I watched James juggle some apples.

It was a bright and sunny day, I was really glad I was out here enjoying a picnic with the others instead of being stuck inside all day. Hartley was really protective of me, probably because he was worried that the Flash might take me back if he finds me. No matter the reason, Hartley preferred to keep me inside where he could keep a close eye on me.

Not that I minded, it was just his way of showing he cares.

"Hey Hartley?" I asked the older boy, "When do you think we'll be going on another mission again?"

Hartley looked down at me. "Well we need to make a grocery run soon," He told me. "That's usually a one person job, but I'm sure whoever's going won't mind you tagging along."

I tilted my head in confusion. "If it's a one person job, why can't I go alone?" I questioned him.

"You're not ready to go out on missions alone," Hartley explained, "Even the simple ones. So long as the Flash still wants to take you back."

"Oh…" I nodded in understanding, feeling a little disappointed.

Hartley chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Don't worry," He told me, "You'll be doing solo missions in no time! These things just take time."

I grinned up at him. "And I'll do a great job!" I promised him.

Hartley grinned back. "I don't doubt that for a second," He said, "You were born to be a Rogue."

"Wally! Come play in the water with me!" James called out to me.

I looked over and saw him splashing around in the water. "Be right there!" I told him as I zoomed over, jumping into the water with a high *splash*.

James giggled at me when I came up for air and splashed me in the face. "Splash war!" He declared happily.

I grinned at him. "You're on!"

I laughed happily as I swam around in the water, playing the splash war game. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having! This was the best day ever!

I looked over to the other Rogues. Hartley and Captain Cold were keeping an eye on James and I as the other's played poker on the picnic blanket.

My new family sure was strange, but I wouldn't have them any other way.

You know, I'm feeling the opposite of conflicted right now. If Robin were here he'd probably be coming up with a new word like 'flicted' to describe the opposite of 'conflicted'. But he's not here. None of my old friends are. I doubt they even miss me; if they did they would have come after me by now.

Despite this, part of me wishes they would show up, that they want me back.

These thoughts are making me feel conflicted…

But I want to be the opposite of conflicted.

Actually, I don't know what I want…

I winced as I felt a headache start up again, the first one in three days…

I felt someone grab my arm and pull me out of the water, I wasn't even aware I was sinking.

"Wally!" Hartley tried to get my attention, he sounded frantic.

I didn't speak at first; instead I shut my eyes and listened to the others talk around me, letting them drown out my thoughts until they were gone. I finally relaxed as I felt my headache slip away.

I looked up and saw everyone looking at me worriedly.

"Are you ok?" Captain Cold asked me.

"Why didn't you answer us?" Hartley questioned me.

"I- I started thinking about my old friends," I admitted, "Then I got one of those headaches again. I didn't even notice I was under the water."

Hartley clenched my shoulder. "You need to forget about them," He told me warningly, "They aren't your friends anymore, we are."

"I know that," I told him, "I was just… a little conflicted."

"How about you take a nap," Captain Cold suggested.

"Ok…" I agreed weakly. I really didn't want to take a nap but everyone was worried sick about me so I would comply.

They led me to the picnic blanket and wrapped a towel around me.

"I'll play some music to help you sleep," Hartley told me as he pulled out a flute and began to play a soft, lulling tune.

I fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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Mist: Ok, this is done, what do you think?

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