Author's note: Post season 2. References from comic character (Headcase) not mention on the Young Justice series. (Unless otherwise, please let me know). Also ages will be mention but not yet here. If I forget to I'll make sure to post it by chapter 3.

Summary: Wally returned to his friend and family. As far as they know he vanished three years ago from the Arctic. Unfortunately, those last three years took more apart of him then he can count. How will the team handle the return of their suppose dead friend?

Warning: Rated T+ for Violence, blood, (maybe gore) language and mention of adult content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or Flash's comic book character. All characters belong to the owner of the series and comic.

CH. 2

(3 years ago)

(Day 2)

Wally half opened his eyes to an area he had no clue. His vision was blurry at first but blinked two more time to fix his sight and finally remember where he was. 'That's right. I'm trap,' he stated in his thought. From where he laid he looked weak and defenseless with the stained straitjacket tightly squeeze and melted flesh still freshly expose and probably will get effected from exposure if not treat.

He tried to move a little but the throbbing pain from his head halt his movement from any parts of his body. He groaned, "Shit... it's like I got hit by a car... a big one." He said to himself not knowing if he would ever recover from his brutal condition. He checked his surrounded again to confirm his concern, "I gotta get out of here," he reminded himself as he reluctantly attempted another struggle but the pain from his leg send a vicious signal that made him bit his lower lip.

Wally couldn't moved. Even if he did he had limits. The chains connected to his straitjacket were his limits and they barely gave him access to half the room, far from the door, and miles from freedom. He was trapped, like a leash dog.

Without knowing it Wally was oblivious of the camera at the far corner that seemed low-key to be noticed from his perspective. From the camera there was no light or movement just a quiet piece of equipment that seemed broken but wasn't.

From another room, the screen room, three figures stared down at one of the many screen playing from their current live camera. One of the figure smirked, "We leave him alone another day."

"Then what? He's obviously fighting his will to live. We should kill him and make the team suffer by presenting his body in pieces," smirked another, he was the only one set in front of the screen staring really hard on Wally's fainted body.

"I wouldn't mind burning that delicious flesh of his. A good taste of revenge is serve cold but, I like my meal warm," the other figure licked her lips and grinned at Inertia next to her.

"No, Sungirl," he said, "Not yet," he crossed his arms together on his chest not caring the slight disappointment from both his comrades, "Soon, you'll have your revenge, as do you, Headcase," he glanced at the one set down, "We all will have our pieces but for now we leave him another day. You see a speedster live his life through ever second, every single millisecond is barely slow enough but every second is not miss from their sight. They live life faster then we do, so with that it drives them insane not pleasing their urges to move. Keeping him locked away with limited distance will play a big tool in his agony and soon his mind," the boy's twisted smirk grew to a much heinous grin.

The one called Sungirl stared back at the black and white screen. "I can wait."

"Fine, but I still think we should kill him and end it-"

"Patient, Headcase," interrupted the blond boy, "There are worse thing then death,"

(Day 3)

Wally chewed on his inner cheek, 'God I'm so hungry," he tried ignoring his hunger by substitution but the thirst and starvation was too overwhelming for his mind to avoid. He hadn't had anything to eat since... Ever. It felt so long for him since his last meal and the thought about eating drove him crazy, it was so bad that he wanted to eat a piece of his own flesh. He even thought about biting a piece of his limps.

'Okay, Wally you're going to far here. Try not to think about food. Think about foooo- Ah no! No food! No food!' He shut his eyes and concentrated, 'Think about everyone else. The team; Kaldur, M'gann, Supey, Dick, Artemis. Yeah, all of us, hanging out, having a good time, enjoying each other company until, oh no... M'gann's cookies! Her delicious, warm and mouth watery cookies,' Oblivious with one of his sense Wally didn't notice the amount of saliva he produced and became high on his thoughts.

His stomach grumbled, taking him off his thought which made him groaned, "Please, stop. I know, I know," he hit his head lightly on the cold floor in frustration. 'Food, I need food. What should I do? Should I- No! I have to be strong...'

Grrr... 'Damnit!' he slam his head again, 'Oh come on!'

Eventually after an hour the exit to his cage opened. To his surprise and satisfaction food was brought in along with that person, who he cared less about, walked inside.

"Here," the person said, placing the full tray in front of Wally and waited in front of him.

Wally gulped the remanding saliva from his mouth and stared at his meal like it was the most beautiful thing in the word. Despite it being just a little amount for a speedster to please his hunger he didn't complaint, food was food, and he was in no position to argue at the moment. He just couldn't stop admiring the most precision thing in front of him, he couldn't think where to start so instead he dipped himself the first thing he saw most satisfying, which was the strip chicken.

The second the chicken was consumed Wally lightly moaned from his pleasing stomach. He rushed through the chicken not taking the time to savor the moment or a chance to breathe. He almost choked until the figure watching him crouch down and assisted him with the glass of water since he couldn't use his hands due to the straitjacket.

"Thanks," Wally grinned after the heavy swallow then rushed back to his meal. The figured didn't replied only gazed down at the starved young man.

Once he was done the figure finally spoke, "Satisfy?"

Wally finished licking his lips, "Thank you," he stared up at the figure and finally had a better observation of the person who came to his aid, "And you are..."

"Jinx," she answered abruptly, "That's all you need to know, for now," she bend to pick up the tray without looking back at Wally.

"Hey can you-"

"Sorry but my job is finish," she interrupted carelessly, "It would be wise at this point you save every little power you have and not fight against the inhibitor collar. Trust me your going to need it," before she turned away Wally caught a glimpse of her expression and noticed a little sympathy for the speedster.

Wally was perplex for a second but quickly shoved the thought, "W-Wait don't go, Jinx." She halt and stood quietly in front of the door, "What do you mean?" he asked desperately.

She stood silently for a couple of second then mumbled, "You'll see." Then left Wally a little frighten and confused.

'What does that mean?' He tried not to think heavily on her words but the face she made before turning away got him wondering what she knew about his upcoming torture awaking for him. The very thought about what they did on his previous torture was still fresh and taunting. He stared at his scarred leg and gloom down at what was his glorious tool had downgraded to his most burden assess.

Even though he felt a little better from the food given to him he pondered on his fate. He could see his healing wasn't fully taken away by the inhibitor but that didn't stop his concern about what going to happen to him. He wanted answers. But how? God only know how much longer he got before his mind finally snap.

The more time he spend trap in the darkness the harder it was for Wally to keep himself sane without shifting to an alter distraction. As time passed he tried to think about his friends and family to keep him hoping that there was a way out. Which eventually, the idea of it, slowly deceased when more time passed. Then he thought about his life before he faded away through the light of some blue lightning. Which linked to his next thought; death. To him, he's alive, but to everyone else at that moment assume he's gone, vanished, dead from a mission to save the world. A fallen hero.

'No!' he shook his head in disapproval, 'I'm not dead, I'm alive. Alive... right?' he sat aimlessly against the solid wall with his good knee on his chest staring down hopelessly at his leg and watched it coming close to it's full heal. That's when he realized, it probably has been 1 or 2 hour at most since his last human interaction and, he missed it. He wanted to talk to someone. Someone to at least have a decent conversation with in this dark abyss. But he already knew that Jinx wasn't coming, no was coming for him.

Once again he was back in his thoughts shared by himself.

(Present)

That night, after dinner, Barry still couldn't believe it. Wally, his spirited nephew, has return. The very thought pumps his blood in excitement and fear. He was full of high adrenaline that he vibrated the moment he hugged him earlier that day. He just couldn't believe it! Wally was back and there were so many lingering questions he wants to ask. But he wasn't going to bombard his nephew with them, so instead he kept it simple.

Once Iris left to put her two children to bed Barry spring the opportunity to ask Wally the one question that bother him the most. "Where did you go, Wally?" Barry sat across from Wally, both males holding a glass of water.

Wally hesitate but notices there was annoyance feeling building on the back of head when his uncle became slightly serious. "Nowhere. I guess, I'm sorry Uncle Barry, I don't have anything else to say but... I can't remember anything else up till recently this morning. Like I said before," Wally gaze down at his half empty glass, "I was walking alone somewhere carelessly, I don't know where, then suddenly I remember where I was. On Central City's streets right by the old bakery and then... I remember..." he grabbed his head tighter, "Agh... "

"Wally?" Barry quickly ran by his nephew's side once he noticed Wally's reaction to reminiscing his earlier event, "Are you alright?" he asked concern about his nephew's health.

Wally grunt while his hand rub his head from his thoughts, "I'm fine... it's just that," he looked slightly tired and in pain from his harsh headache as he tries to keep a straight face looking at his uncle but Barry already caught Wally's lack of strength. "Every time I think back before, my memories, my head gets this nasty cramp," he settles his head on his palm as his elbow was place on the table to give support on his arm.

Barry felt bad for asking Wally the question knowing full well that he might experience a backlash headache, "I'm sorry Wally, I shouldn't have ask."

"It's fine uncle Barry. I would've done the same. I mean I have a lot of question myself but my head," he shook his head and hiss from the lingering throbbing, "I want to lay down," he got up but stumble.

"Whoa!" Barry manages to catch him and help him to one of the room in the house, "Here, you could use your old room," he open the door.

Wally observe his old room, one that was given to him when he first moved in with his Aunt and Uncle, and he was not surprise on how empty it was. It look normal, a bed, a dresser, a mirror, a desk, no chair, a pair of curtains, and a lamp. Everything was exactly how he left it to go to college. But even though it was made into a guest room there was this lingering sensation that drew him close to the room. Like a missing puzzle lost in the abyss of this once full of life room. The question is; Where is it?

"Here is a glass of water in case you get thirsty," he place the full cup on the dresser next to the bed, "Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow. I know its a lot to process through but no rush, hopefully we get some answers. Right kid-" Berry stop himself, "Uh, um," he felt ashamed for almost calling Wally one of his old nickname that he haven't heard for years and Barry figure it might trigger something from his mind that could potential hurt Wally emotionally. "I'm sorr-"

"It's alright uncle Barry. It's been awhile," Wally gave a calm smile to ease his uncle's worries, "Like you said, no rush, right," he lay on his back as he gave a reassuring grin.

"Right. Get some sleep. I'll request a few times off so your Aunt and I can get you settle," Wally nodded, "G'night, Wally." For a split second Barry gave a worry smile before fully turning away to the door, Wally caught it.

"G'night, Uncle Barry." Barry hesitated at first but he fully closed the door to give Wally his quiet sleep.

Click

After the light went off and time pass to 10 minute, Wally kept solemnly staring at his hollow window and made no movement. It was quiet with nothing to do but sleep, but how can he when he keeps hearing his dark twisted voice right next to him, terrorizing him. He bit his bottom lip to make it seem that he isn't speaking or moving from his peaceful form. No. He wasn't arguing with some figure of his imagination. No. He had better control. Better understanding why his dark self is after. No. He isn't moving. He's not going to anything but lay and sleep. No. Not tonight. Today is not the day. No. No today.

"Good night, Ally," he said before finally closing his eyes and seek comfort from the darkness.

TBC...