On the other side of the country the red headed soldier lay in his barrack his heart shattered with the agony of fear and depression.

He missed Robin dearly, his cute giggle, his soft skin, the way he made him feel. . . He missed him dearly and all he could recall was the bloody screeching he made when they'd been torn apart like limbs to a body. He sighed his tears soaking his cheeks knowing of the worst case-scenarios coming to life. In less than an hour he'd be marching of with fifty other men to a battle field for his first battle, knowing damn well he could loose his life. But he wouldn't, because then Robin would be alone with that..that wanker prince.

Still, he worried, grabbing a pen and his notebook, writing in the darkness as best as he could.

Dearest Robin,

It looks as though this war is becoming gruesome, with over 15 deaths and 22 casualties I wonder if I'll be able to see you again. I miss you so dearly, your beauty of course. Your eyes that make the sky envious and your hair that makes the night sky seem dim. Skin as soft as silk I wish for nothing more to embrace it a last time, though I will soon enough to you I swear I will stay safe for I am, the Kid Flash, and I will show the enemy just how quick lightening is. If anything it will allow me to release the hatred I have for our circumstance and entertain me until we can meet again.

This shall be over soon my love I assure you. . . things will get better and these clouds won't seem so grey, perhaps one day in the future we can embrace in the moonlight as we once did that fateful night. I will kiss you and hold you and even if it is in the shadows we will be together, I swear. Though I haven't much now that my title's been revoked I shall do everything in my power to defend your honor.

I love you.

-Wally.

Wally sighed, hiding the letter in an envelope addressed to his uncle whom promised to send each to Robin.

The trumpets went off as the men all awoke with groans of sleepiness in their throats, yawning at stretching. Wally simply sighed, hopping off his bed to get dressed.

The morning was cold and misty as the marched, the fog hiding them and of course hiding the enemy.

Wally prayed in his heart that he'd be okay, he'd see this through for robin, he'd see this through for his uncle, and hell he'd save every man here and make himself a war hero if only to prove King Bruce wrong.

He gulped, every man did as they spotted the enemy across the feilds, malevolent looking beasts with gastly weapons all designed by their king, Jack Knapier and his whore queen, Harley. Both of which were sickly sadistic rulers over a large kingdom of villainous men and dishonorable women, those whom steal from the elderly and murder children for the sake of the game.

Wally was on the front lines, he sighed as his commanding officer gave his orders.

Wally whispered to himself, "If these are my last words let them be, I love you Robin."

His bunkmate glanced at his curiously.

"Roy, with your infamous Red Arrows you're sure to make it and if I don't let my uncle know my last words were, 'I love you and my Robin.'" He shuttered. Roy simply nodded.

"And Attack!"

With battle cries loud the men charged at the other's. Wallace was the fastest, putting himself ahead of the other men, digging his sword into the another's helmet, pulling it out to slice at another man's arm.

He huffed as he swept to the side, avoiding a blade, grabbing his attacker's wrist flipping him to the floor, forcing his blade into his helmet.

3 down in less than five minutes, the other soldiers couldn't help but marvel as they fought.

"MAN DOWN!" Shouted Red Arrow as he fended others away from the shaking body. Wally ran past the other's scooping up the wounded victim running him back to the front lines where he could be sought to by a medic.

Running back he grew hungry, sighing as he sped up, wanting to get things over with.

The battle was estimated to go on for 2-3 hours but the time elapsed into thirty minutes as Wally slashed relentlessly, damning the war which separated him from his beloved, damning everything that separated him.

This battle was unusual, there were no deaths on gotham's side for Wally saved man after man along with killing off over 24 men of the enemy.

"Wallace! Wallace! Wallace!"

The men continued to cheer the entire way back and a feast was held in the red-head's honor.

"How're you so damn fast?" Other's laughed.

"Saved my damn life!"

"A hero!"

"I'm not here for y'men sorry, I'm doing this for my beloved."

"How chivalrous." The other's laughed harder, patting him on the back.

By the end of the night them men were full and Wally re-wrote his letter, mentioning he was a hero, and he was okay.

He'd send it in the morning and for now he'd sleep.

The next day at breakfast Wally over-heard men speaking of the prince, he listened in.

"I hear his young highness fell ill, collapsed in the royal gardens he did."

Wally pounded his fists on the table, leaving the room.

"Where y' goin' Wallace!?" Roy called.

"Training! I will be the best damn soldier for I need to return home!"