There was a little lump in the small bed. Gentle, steady breaths lifting the Batman and Flash blanket. The room was small, but homey. With crayon drawings and racecars and and legos lettering the floor. It was the perfect seen. Warm, loving. It made everyone smile. But for some only on the inside.
Wally chuckled. "I loved Batman when I was little. Uncle Barry was a little more than betaded. But I also thought The Flash was cool because he loved to smile. So, Uncle Barry made me the blanket..."
They all stood in a nice, silent moment, watching the little boy sleep. Until a door slammed. And there were loud boots on the creaking stairs. And they came down the hall. Little Wally stirred in his sleep, while the other murmured with large eyes.
"No, no,no, no,no..." He turned to BlackCanary. "Please, no!" But it was inevitable. The bed room door swung open, making everyone flinch. The man was an average hight, but must have seemed huge to the child.
"Wal-lly," The man slurred, pulling the boy up by his hair so the were face-to-face, little feet dangling an inch above the matres. "You know wh-at?" He growled. "Y-your a terrible son!" The team stood quietly watching as little Wally whimpered and grabbed at his hair.
"D-daddy!" He cried, tears streaming down his face. "Dad-dy, s-stop!" The older man through him back down, where the to-be speedster curled up and sobbed.
"What d-do you have to say for your self, hum?" Wally sniffed. "Well!? You useless little bastared!" He razed his hand to the toddler. But his hand was cought by a person no one saw enter the room. "Wh-"
"Rudy, please!" The woman sobbed. "Please!" She had suxseded in stopping the fist from hitting Wally, but it landed on the side of her head instead.
"Mommy..." The little boy blubbered.
"See what you made me do!?" His father yelled. "You hurt you mother! We hate you!" His fist razed again, but this time, there was no one to stop it.