Author's note: Alright so these are ages for each character in this chapter, also their referring to Present time. (with the exception of Dr. Thompkins, who is only mention)

Wally: (24), Barry: (43), Bart & Inertia: (17), Sungirl: (19) (honestly there was no database to indicate her actual age so I guess it to be at least a year older than Inertia because she looks taller than him, so I'm going with that reference) Headcase: (19) (Same situation as Sungirl) Iris: (37), Dawn & Don: (2)
There will be more in later chapter.

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 their respected owner of the series and comic.

CH. 3

(3 years ago)

Day 4

Desperation.

Starvation.

Hallucination.

These are just the obvious observation Inertia accumulated from the screen room. He gazed closely as his weak cousin began to mindlessly rock himself forward and back in a seated position on the cold floor. The display he performed made the blond smile bigger and twisted. 'Yes! Slowly but surely, you'll go insane, just like me. You'll see, in time you'll accept your fate and kill...'

Soon enough Inertia was joined by his lovely partner who wore her usual yellow and orange color costume with a cut sun shape across her chest. She placed a hand on her hip and smirked evilly, "Is it time yet?" she asked while facing at Inertia's back, "I had enough patient. I strive for some burns, darling."

Inertia didn't have to turn to know that his lady was heating up the room, he merely said, "I see no reason to wait any further," he turned and face Sungirl's glowing fiery eyes, "Shall we begin."

xxx

Wally began to feel colder and less stable, mentally. For the last few hours he thought he hear someone calling his name, 'Wally.' Like a faded sound, it was fast but not unnoticeable, it was ghostly chilling. He turned from left to right in hope to catch the stranger who was calling him but no success. 'Wallllllly.' He thought it was all from his head for the lack of communication or social connection with anyone forced his mind to create some semi-delusional voices.

'Waaaallllly.' He tried to ignore it in hopes that it will go away or at least let him not go insane while being captive. It felt forever since any contact with any other person. He knew himself too well, he knew any speedster who does not move for more than a hour will go berserk. He wanted to move, without a second thought, he rock himself back and forth.

'Wally.' He shook his head as he rock uncontrollably with head facing down at the solid floor. 'Wally.'

"I hear you, please stop calling me," he muttered to himself, not caring if anyone thought he was crazy for talking to himself in a weird position. He never thought he would reach to a degrading state, it felt humiliating. Too embarrassing to tell anyone that he wanted company from anyone, even from his captor.

Surprisingly, the door opened in front of him revealing his captors. Wally quickly looked up and felt a little happy. He almost smile but caught himself before his lips could make a shape.

"We thought you could use some company," Inertia grinned in way that made Wally want to be alone again. Inertia stared at Wally's reluctant fear, he could tell his cousin sense an upcoming torture and, it made him want to strangle him. Really painful. But not yet.

"It's okay," Wally stammered, "I-I think I can manage a little alone time," he tried to cover his panic with a chuckle but knew it wasn't enough. He watched them approach closer to his fatigue position.

"Why lie," Inertia stood a few feet away, "I see it in you, your eyes shaking," he crouch down to Wally's eye level and came a little closer to his face, "They're screaming. You want to leave. You want to go home. He want to be with them. Your family. Not your mom and dad, oh no, you want them. The ones that love you. That's it," he grabbed both side of Wally's head and pulled him closer to the sociopath's stare, "Is it?"

Wally's heart beat rapidly as he tried to struggle away from Inertia's hurtful grip, "Let go." He demanded.

"Answer me," he commanded not losing up his hold on the older speedster.

"Why does it matter?" He tried to pull away, "It's not like you'll let me go,"

"Answer me!" he shouted as he grip tighter on Wally's face.

"Get off!"

"Answer me!" his finger dug further into Wally's skin causing him pain.

"No!" Wally's decided not to answer him even though the discomfort on his face was getting severe.

"It's as simple as 'yes' or 'no'. Trust me you would want to answer me. Or your ok with an ugly scar on that pretty little face of yours," Inertia started to put pressure on his right fingers and repeated a crucial dig on Wally's temple.

"Ah!" he felt the burning heat on his left temple. He couldn't believe that he was being torture for a stupid answer that he foolishly could've answer 'yes'. But he didn't. He didn't want to give in. His stubbornness always get him into these tight places, he guessed he wasn't mature as he thought he was.

Nevertheless, he was force to endure Inertia's pleasure torment as his skin was scratch out of his side and his flesh giving him gruesome sting that pushed him to the edge to defeat. "Ahhh! Stop! Get off!" he struggled away from him but his strength was useless.

"Answer me!" he dug harder, feeling the warm iron liquid that was escaping from his cousin side. Blood, and lots of it. It was giving Inertia excitement and pleasure. He wanted to see Wally crack and break. He enjoyed the scream and struggle. He grinned at just at the sight. What a sight!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah! Get off," he finally submitted, even though it was a simplistic respond, it felt like a life-on-the-line type answer.

Inertia quickly free him and admired at his work. He noticed the blood slide down on Wally's left side and on his right fingers. It was fuckin' fantastic! The screw-up teen laughed down at Wally's pain as he struggle to move further away from his captor. "That wasn't so hard. See," he brought his bloody finger in front of him, "Just listen and obey, and you'll be just fine," he laughed in a horrific sound that made the place echo through the dark room to the hallway.

It was on this day Wally realized his life was about to change. He knew there were more upcoming torment in his path and he was force to endure every single moment.

"Now, let see how good are you with another question," he said as his comrade behind walked around him and stood on each side of Wally, "And you better answer correctly, or the consequence will be dire than just a scratch," he smirked sickly.

Wally panicked figuring this going to be a long day, a very long and unforgettable day, 'Someone please, help...'

xxx

(Present)

He gasps and snap his eyes open from his sudden nap.

"Wally? Are you okay?" the familiar voice brought him into a calm state.

"Uncle Barry," he stare at him in confusion, "Where- I mean," he check around and notices that it's the middle of the day and he just remembered he fell asleep at the backyard porch.

"You fell asleep after putting the kids to their nap. Luckily we still got another hour before they start running around screaming," he laughs, sitting right next to his tired nephew.

"Oh right," he yawns and stretch to spread his cramping bones to relief. "Where's aunt Iris?" he asks while looking through the window behind him then back at his uncle with a glass of water on his hand.

"She's out getting more food. You know her, always ahead of things," he took a sip from his glass.

"What would you do without her, huh," he cross his arms and lean back at his chair and stare towards him with a smug.

"I don't know," he admits as he stare up at the sky with a calm smile about his wife's skills. "If this is her now, imagine her with super speed."

Wally's laughs lightly, "Yeah, imagine that. The first girl with super speed!" he exclaimed.

"Now there is a story," he join in with the laugh. "Oh speaking of speed," it didn't take long for Barry to change the subject to make it uncomfortable for Wally. "How is your speed?"

Wally went silent. Barry knew, on his third day back home, Wally can't perform his speed. Even his healing wasn't showing anything. It's as if his power was taken from him. His reason for bringing up the subject is to look for any clue or piece to hopefully bringing back his speed, and maybe Wally's missing memories.

"Wally-"

"I'm thinking," he interrupted then sigh with his eyes shut. Barry sat quietly.

"Agh! Please stop! Ah!"

Crack

"What is his name?!"

Crack

"AHHHH!" he shook his head in resistance as his captor's hand moved to another finger.

"And this little piggy had roasted beef!"

Crack. There goes his middle finger.

"AHHH! Fuck you!"

"Name!" he exclaimed and prepared his hand to the next finger, "One. Two."

Wally's heart began to pound uncontrollably, "Three... Fou-"

"Richard Grayson,"

His eyes slowly open and hears a voice behind him, in the shadow and said, 'Tell him. Tell him the truth. Tell him. Come on. He'll figure it out eventually, right.' But he ignores that same voice from his head.

He turns to assure his uncle that he try. "Nope. Blank as usual," he lied.

"Are you sure," he inquire, looking concern for Wally's stake. He could tell his nephew wasn't in the mood for another interrogation. He guess it was already enough for today since he took Wally to see Dr. Thompkins for a thorough check-up. He was relief that everything was fine but worried that they discover his speed no longer active.

"Yes," he simply said before getting up and heading toward the back door, "I'm getting some water too."

"Okay," he said softly not caring to look back as Wally open the door.

"Also we need to talk about how we're going to example this to Bart," he turns to the entrance.

"Oh that's right, he should be coming over," he quickly got off his seat and ran behind Wally only to be stop directly behind his frozen nephew. "Huh? Wally what's wron-" Barry caught a shocking glance from Wally to the visitor in front of them, "Bart."

"Bart," Wally mumble, almost ghostly for Barry taste but he let it go.

"W-Wally? I-Is that- I can't believe- How are you," he stammer with eyes wide open.

"Whoa. Look at you," Wally smile but to Barry it almost look like a force smile but he didn't bother with it. He was just glad that his future grandson can be with his cousin. That's all what matter, right? "Your almost as tall as me. How old are you again?"

"Seventeen. Oh my gosh! Wally it is you," he dash and happily hug Wally tightly like he did when he first met him a years back. "I can't believe your actually here."

Wally chuckle from the tight squeeze. "Sixteen huh, I guess that makes me really old," he tries to exhale his breath but Bart's grip was to tight for a proper breath.

"Oh sorry," Bart free his cousin, "I kinda get carry away," he explain, "It's just that I can't believe you're actually here, and alive. We all thought you were gone. After you disappear and all. What happen? How did you survive? Where were-"

"Oookay, that's enough for now," Barry interrupt his talkative grandson as Wally starts to show some headache.

"Wha- B-But-"

"No question for now, Bart," Barry stood between his two young relative with his hand face at Bart, "take a seat in the living room and I'll example everything," he pointed at the room by the front door.

Bart hesitance did not go unnoticed when his uncle's head made a quick movement toward the room. Bart complied, but not without taking a quick glance at Wally, who had his right palm on his head like his life depended on it.

"Wally are you okay? Do you want to lay down?" Barry asked in concern.

"No. It's alright," he groan, "It'll fade. No really I'm fine."

Barry looked skeptic at Wally's lack of persuasion by giving him a struggling smile.

"Just go ahead. I'll take Tylenol or something, promise." he said before his uncle nod then left out of his sight to meet with his grandson.

Once he was gone, Wally solemnly walk in the bathroom that was locate right next to the kitchen, and thorough look in the top drawer. He found the headache pain reliever but instead of taking them to help with the pain he dump the pills in the toilet and flush them all. He put back the container back in the drawer, but just when he was about to leave the familiar twisted voice spoke.

'They'll find out one way or another,'

'Shut up, Ally,' he opens the door.

'Please do. Please do,' he laughs mercilessly.

He shut the door behind him knowing full well the hideous laughter will continue wherever he go.

TBC....