Okay. The long-awaited revelation. I'm sorry it took so long. I needed a huge breakdown. Next Chapter I switch back to Wally's Pov.. For now, enjoy Barry.

"Anal fissure?" I think for a moment. "More like, chronic anal fissure. Definitely more than six weeks. But what caused it? No fluids found on his person. So not raped, but sodomized with a blunt object is a possibility. The tearing may of went on untreated for over six weeks, but is not the cause of death. Pulmonary oedema is. That's obvious. Lucky for his rapist, I guess. We can't add murder to his or her list of charges. Because It's just wouldn't add up. Timeframe doesn't work." My eyes grow wide. A thought occurred to me as I stare at the young boy's dead body. "There are cuts on his wrist?" I softly pick up one of his arms. I stare at the wrist. "These cuts were made by a knife, not by ligatures. Did they try to cut off his wrist? My assumption, couldn't get through the bone." I place his arm down. I shake my head in disappointment. "What world are we living in?" I walk over to my desk to write down my notes on what I know caused his death.

I smile. 'Did anyone look into that creepy next door neighbor?' I make a note for them to investigate the woman who lived next door to the young boy. 'She was to…' "What is the word? Obsessed? She had some kind of unhealthy obsession with this boy when I spoke to her." I walk back over to the table and cover the pale body with the white sheet. I roll the table over to the elevator. "Well, buddy, time to pack you back up into the cooler," I say. I feel a tear prick my eyes. I blink it away. "Don't worry kid, I'll figure out who did this and make them pay."

As soon as the elevator opens I hear shouting coming from the lobby. I leave the body where it is and take off running to the main lobby. I want to tap into my speed, but I know that won't end well. 'Just, please. Everyone be okay.'

When I get there, I see my good friend Patty carrying in another, struggling teenager. I sigh. "Hey, Patty. Need a hand?" I walk over to her, prepared to help her with the child.

She looked shocked to see me. She accidentally loosened her grip on the teenager and he went hurrying to the floor. 'Wait.' I lift the boy's head. I see the tears that will not stop. I see the fear in his eyes. I see my kid: Wally.

I let him go and look at Patty. "What the hell are you doing?"

"He…" She looks away. "He broke the law." She said, simply.

I was about to ask so many questions when Wally started screaming. I looked around to see the criminals in the holding cell staring, the family of victims staring, victims staring, and every other police officer in the vicinity staring at the commotion.

I was not quick to act. But I eventually snapped out of it. "Stop. Wally stop." I pull him to his feet, still screaming and crying like an infantile. I slap my hand over his mouth. His screaming- muffled. He finally looks me in the eye. I say once more, "stop."

He nods. I assumed he was going to stop. But then he starts to pull at the cuffs on his wrist. Screaming again, but this time he's saying words. "Let me go. Let me out. I need out. I need to go."

"Keys," I say to Patty with my right hand held out.

She looks at me with incredulity. "Barry. Do you really think letting him go is a good idea?"

"Just give me the goddamn keys." She shrugs but hands them to me anyway. I walk over to Wally, who is rolling on the floor and tugging at his wrist.

I bend over and place a hand on his chest to stop him from rolling around on the floor. He finally stops screaming. I help him sit up. I take the handcuffs off of him. "Do not make me put these back on," I tell him. I help him stand up. I walk him to the benches and have him sit down. I face everyone else. "Scenes over. Get back to work or whatever you were doing." I turn to talk to Patty. "Why was he handcuffed?"

"Did you not witness what everyone else just witnessed?"

"Yeah. He got scared and freaked out."

"Barry. You going to sit there and lie to me. To yourself?"

"What crime he commit?"

"He broke into his friend's house, trashed the place, broke this kid's nose who I guess she was doing."

Wally tugs at my sleeve. "What is wrong with me?"

I sigh. "Nothing is wrong with you, as long as you don't count the fact that you are acting like a crazy person. What the hell… Why? Why Wally?"

He starts crying again, his face in his hands. I sit down next to him and rub circles on his back. 'This normally calms him down.' I look at Patty. 'Please don't tell me that this is irreversible.' "Those kids are pressing charges?" 'Why wouldn't they?'

"Actually, no. I placed him under arrest. They were letting him go. They just wanted him removed from the premises."

"Why did you do that?" I stood up and yelled.

"He was acting like he belonged behind bars." She rolled her eyes. "It wasn't like I was really gonna smudge up his record."

"So your not following through with this? I can just take him home and pretend this didn't happen?"

"Yeah. But get him checked out."

"He's not crazy Patty." Under my breath, I say: "Even though he's acting like he is." I breathe out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Thank you, Patty."

She smiles with a soft tilt of her head and batting of her eyes. "The good kid you know is in there, somewhere. We might need medication to bring him back."

"No drugs. He's… He's fine. He'll shape up. I assure you." I turn to look at Wally who has zoned out of the conversation. "Hey," I say to gain his attention. He looks up without a word. I tilt my head towards the exit as I say, "Jailhouse kid, time to go." He gets up. Sniffles. Walks until he is by my side and stops. I put my arm around his shoulder. One final shout-out to Patty, "Thanks again." She waves me goodbye. I lead Wally out of the building before remembering my corpse was never put away. I remove my arm from Wally and tell him, "stay put." I run back inside. I spot Jillian about to enter my lab. 'Lucky me.'

"Jillian," I call out. He either ignored my frantic call or didn't hear me. "Dorn" I try again. He spots me. A Pleasant smile placed upon his face.

"Allen, I was just looking for you."

"I'm going home early. Family emergency. Can you go put my cadaver away and hand my notes into Singh?"

"You left a body out just to chill in your lab?"

"Like I said, family emergency. You missed it. Can you just do that for me?"

"Yeah. Have fun with your emergency."

I glared at the ground. I scoffed in my head. 'Yeah. Real fun times ahead.' I was in no rush to go back to Wally. I check my phone first. Over twenty voice messages from Iris and about eighty texts. And more coming through. All about Wally. All about what he did. Now I really wasn't in any rush. But, I trudged my way out the front door of the police station anyway. I saw Wally staring at the ground in the exact spot I left him. 'See, the same old kid is there. Just gotta find him under all that anger.'

"Come on. Let's get home. You have school tomorrow. Your Aunt is blowing up my phone. Lovely Patty must have sent her some worrisome text or call. I am too tired to deal with all this. Wally, you know what you did was wrong right?"

"N…" He coughs. "Yeah. Of course. It was stupid. I shouldn't have done it."

"Come up with a good reason of why you did it then."

"Okay." He looks up with hopeful eyes.

'What do you want?' I glare, thoughtfully. "What?"

"Can I have a hug?" He asks so timidly. 'Afraid?'

'What the effing hell?' I don't say anything. I just open my arms and allow him to hug me. 'Okay. Something might be up with him.' "Okay, Kiddo. Let's get home." Astonishingly, he let go right away. 'At least I didn't have to pry him off of my person.'

He runs, slowly, to my car. He pulls the handle, but I had yet to unlock it. I play around with my keys to find the remote. Once I do, I waste no time before I press the unlock button. He hops in the passenger seat. 'Eager much?'

I climb into the driver's seat. I place my keys in my pocket. I press the start button on my car. I look at Wally. I had to look away. 'Why the hell are you acting like this, kid?' I look in my rearview mirror and then my passenger mirror. I put the car in reverse. And pull the car out of my parking spot. I pull to the end of the driveway, turn my left blinker on. Look both ways. Wait for the cars coming from the left to stop. I inch my way out into the road with cars still coming from the right. One nice man decided to let me out. Once I was situated in my lane, I decided now was the time to talk to Wally.

"You realize you can't be Kid Flash right now! Right?"

"But I love Kid Flash." He, pathetically, attempts to argue.

'That's not even a challenge, buddy.' "I know you do. Believe me. I love when we are out there fighting side by side. I'm so proud of you when I hear about the missions you complete with your team. I'm so proud that you found your own team of heroes your own age. But with you acting out, acting like your demented (and hell, maybe you are thanks to your ignominious, despicable, and downright deplorable father). If I take you to a therapist, they might just tell me your blatantly, non-compos mentis." I start to laugh. He glares at me. And it isn't playful. Cut's my laughing short.

"What the hell does that mean?"

I smile. "It means insane, basically. Literally, it is defined as not having control over one's mind. You don't want to be defined like that, right?"

"No. I'm not crazy."

"Well, I know that. But if you continue acting like you lost your marbles, that's what people are going to think."

"I… I… I'll s...ss...stu… Stop." He stutters.

I pull in front of my house. Wally hops out automatically. I put the car in park and press the same button I pressed to start my car. I double check and make sure my keys are in my pocket. 'Should have checked before I shit the car off.' I scold myself. But they were in my pocket. I grab ahold of them and get out of the car. I close my door and press the lock button on my remote.

Wally wasn't in sight. 'Must have already beat me inside the house.' I walk to the house, kind of afraid for my life. 'No supervillain can match an angry wife.' I walk into the sight of Iris smothering Wally with affection. 'The smug little bastard.' The look on his face just pissed me right off. 'What the fuck. What is the game here?'

"Iris, I'm so sorry I…" She stopped hugging Wally and rushed into my arms.

"I was so afraid they would have locked you up."

Well, that sentence made me, a brilliant scientist, one of the brightest minds in the entire Justice League, top of my class at one the most excellent university's Just stand completely still with stupefaction written all over my face. I broke my trance, shortly (Kind of). "Me? Why would I get locked up? The precious angel you were just smothering broke possibly four or five laws. One of which is a felony. And if he was getting charged, one of the charges would have been: Intent to commit a felony. Just as bad."

"Yeah. But when Patty told me what happened I just assumed you would have lost it and they would have had to place you under provisional arrest until you calmed down."

"Yeah," I say slowly. "That doesn't exist."

"Oh just shut up. They would have done something."

"Yeah. Place me under arrest. No temporary involved. Stick to what you know Iris. Writer's motto, right?" I smirk at her. She laughs, but still lightly punches me in the arm. She leans into my ear and whispers,

"We need to discuss Wally." I pull away from her and nod.

I look at Wally who looks angry. 'What the hell happened. He was just laughing? And smiling?' "Kid. Go up to your room. And anything related to Kid Flash, throw in a bag and put it outside your bedroom door."

He pushes past me, even though there had to be at least five feet of room. He walks past the corner table that sits by the door and flips it over. Iris gasps. He huffs upstairs. "Now your gonna destroy my house?" He just screams that nothingness at me and disappears out of sight. I throw my hands up in frustration. Run a hand through my hair. I pick up the table and go and take a seat on my couch. I motion for Iris to do the same.

"What about him? The unhinged act?"

"I don't think this psycho stuff is an act. And neither does the school. They tried to talk to Hal about it. But you know Hal. He pushed them into punishing Wally."

"Yeah. I thought you took care of that and got the punishment lifted?"

"Yeah and we had a long talk today. They have three other students who suffer from Mental problems of this…" She pauses. Choosing the right words. "Elevation. They believe he is sick. Sick like his friend James."

I laugh. "Crazy. They think he's crazy and you went along with it. Hal wouldn't listen to them because they were saying Wally is crazy. No proof. Harebrained, nonsensical idiots said some ill-conceived shit about your kid and you agreed?"

"Barry. I think it's time that we wake up. Especially you. And take a look at the things Wally says. At the stuff he does. I know it's not conventional. And so do you."

"So…" I couldn't really argue with that. But I tried. "So he's a little unorthodox. That's pretty much everyone in the hero community. You think Batman is mainstream?"

"Barry. The school wants to bring us in tomorrow, with Wally, and discuss what's going on. I think it's a good idea. I'm scared. I told him no the other day. I don't remember what he wanted, but I had to say no. He said I don't love him and that he'll just…" She closed her eyes and placed her head on the couch. She reopened her eyes and continued. "He made the most flagrant comment I ever heard. He didn't try to hide it. He overtly said he'll kill himself and me. I mean he quickly passed it off as a joke. But I don't think he was joking."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was like you. I didn't want to think something could be wrong with him. But there is something wrong with him. The school said those other kids live normal lives now that they are medicated. They all have friends. They all do well in school. The school is worried about Wally. He has always had a high stature in school. Now his grades are slipping. He's acting out. He's angry all the time. They recognize the signs of Mental issues. Those other kids were just like Wally. And now they are healthy. The school helped bring them into the light."

"That's what the school told you. They force medication down kids throats that might not even need it. Let's just wait. I just took Kid Flash away. He's off missions. Off hero duty. He might go back to normal."

"What the hell is normal, Barry? This might be normal for him. It's possible he is a little crazy. You have to accept that. We are going to the school and we are going to hear what they have to say."

"It's just an act of his." I'm starting to believe that less and less. I sigh. "The school is just going to sign him up to the loony bin. It's a waste of time. Unless you want Wally to get locked up?"

"I don't Barry." She sounds as tired as I am. "He won't. I need you to accept that he might not be like the rest of us."

"Okay." I stand up. I'm going to bed. I add one more thing that night, to our argument. "Iris. I'm obviously not going to win this argument. But I just hope you know about the doors you are opening for Wally if we take him down this path. Hint- they are not friendly." And I walk upstairs. I notice that the bag I asked Wally to pack is waiting for me outside his door. I walk over to it and pick it up. I take a look inside of it. It looks like it's all there. 'Not like I'm gonna count it or argue with him.'

I look at his door. I raise my hand to knock, but I never make contact with the door. I look away, down the hall. There's my beautiful wife. I smile. I walk to her and give her a nice, passionate kiss.

"I'm sorry." 'I shouldn't argue with her. It's wrong. She is usually right. She had more points than I did. I should have just accepted my defeat.' Then a dark thought enters my mind. 'Wally's breaking up my marriage.' I shake it away. 'No. I love him.' "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, lovely lady?"

"I always forgive you, Barry. I don't want to fight about it. I just want to help Wally. I want to make sure he's okay. I'll believe it when we see a doctor and he or she tells us that Wally's completely sane." She wraps her arms around my neck and hangs. I wrap one arm around her back to hold her up.

"You want to not only tell the school you think they are right. He's crazy. But you want to also tell a shrink, that actually has the power to commit him, that he's crazy?"

"Are you arguing again?" She pouts.

"No. I'm sorry. I just don't want them to call him crazy if I'm right and this is just an act. Or… Or I don't know."

"They won't say he's crazy unless he actually is. Please, wrap your mind around this."

"Okay. I'll see what the school has to say. And if they end up being right, I'll yell at Hal for you."

"You'd do that for me?" She fake gasps.

"But he's your best friend, Mr. Allen."

"Correction: you're my best friend, Mrs. Allen."

I know. I kept Barry still hopeful. Someone has to be. Next chapter we are going to see what the school has to say and take our first trip to the doctors. And I hope I did a good enough job on the forensic talk. Science is not my forte. English, writing, drawing, and acting... Those are things I can do. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. REVIEW! And thanks Guest reviewers. And my internet friend Henry! I will PM personally Henry. Sorry to worry you! I like taking advice. Don't get me wrong. But I was already planning this out. I have all chapters planned out. So this was the chapter for this disclosure. I am sorry for the fright. Batman's reaction in the last chapter will come to be understood later. I planned that too. This is the first Fanfiction story I have ever written where I planned everything. So pretty proud. Hope we are all better now! Hugs. Be litt!