Zatara snapped his fingers. And it all into the lab. Wally was sobbing. His insides hurt to remember. All his old scars burning at the thought. Robin placed a hand on his best friend. "Wall," Robin wiped his own cheek, which was stained with tears. He had never know. No one had. No one had even guessed.
Zatara snapped his fingers and a ring of chairs appeared. Everyone sat.
"Wally," BlackCanary started.
"I'm sorry!" He blurted, barring his face in his hands. "I'm- I'm so sorry!" He continued his unattractive sobs, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I- I..." They waited for him. They waited until he was for sniffles or whispers.
"Wally," BlackCanary said softly. "Can you explain to us what happened?" He shook his head. "Why?"
"He said he'll k-kill Mom if I do." Wally's hushed. "I-i love them, so much..." The group was stunned that he said 'them' as in mother and father and not just 'her'.
"Do you love you dad?" SuperBoy asked, frowning. Wally whimpered, but then nodded. "Why?"
"... H-he's my dad... how could I not?"
"Because he does that!" Robin yelled histaricly. "KF! Why didn't you tell me! Your my best friend, I told you my past even though Batman forbid it!"
"But that just it Rob! Your past! My Father is still out there! With my mom! And she won't leave him! I don't want to either, but-" Wally bit his lip. "Nevermind..."
"Let's continue." Zatara said, snapping his fingers. And they dissapered into the next room.
The room was quite. Wally sat in the same bed room as before, except it was furnished for an teen. He was doing something. Hidden from sight, behind his bed. He reached under his bed and came out with a box of makeup. No sparkles or lipstick, just powder and foundation. Then he looked up. All around his face were welts and open cuts. He had a black eye much bigger than if it had only been one hit. His lip was cut in several places. And he was crying. He grabbed the box and went to the bathroom. He began to take of his closes. As his hands went to his fly, he stared at something out of the corner of his eye.
His razor.
After a minute he shook his head and turned away. The team exhaled as Wally wouldn't do that to himself. Wally turned on the bath. He undressed and slipped in. Then he started to cry. He sobbed and pleaded for forgiveness. Once in awhile he would mumble someone's name. 'Robin', 'Uncle Barry', 'Baby Bird'- also Robin, and then his team. He even said Atremis's name.
Wally just lay in the tub for a long while, and just as the team was about to leave, the herd those failure footsteps. But this teen Wally didn't try to move, but he must have herd it. He just laid there. And when door burst open- he was so zoned out- he didn't even flinch.
Wally's father grabbed him by the neck and smashed his already broken body on the tiled wall. Over and over and over again punches were thrown and Wally did nothing to protect himself. The speedster was cussed at, yelled at and he just took it.
"You fucking pussy," Rudy West said, looking at the box of makeup. "My son doesnt wear fucking makeup." He kicked to boy in the gut. Wally rolled over like a rag doll, bleeding from many wounds. "Your the reason our mother left!" Another kick. "You should be dead, you worthless piece of shit." With one more kick he was gone.
Robin sobbed into BlackCanary's chest. His best friend. His best friend had to endure this? And he couldn't didn't see?
They watched as wally's discarded jeans buzzed. Wally got up and walked over to them. He coughed a little, sit some blood in the sink, then smiled at him self in the mirror. He touched the phone.
"Wal-man," His voice so happy and cheerful, completely different from the seen that just played out. "Hey Rob!" He gushed. "No, I can talk."
Zatara snapped his fingers.