AN: Okay, got this idea for this story because I love the Flash, especially Wally West, and I'm kind of on a Wallywhump! phase right now. I'm not sure right now how this will end, but I've got a lot of ideas for the beginning and middle. Hope you enjoy the story and please review and tell me what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.

Why me? Flash asked himself as he looked over at Gorilla Grodd as the villain smirked at him in triumph. He'd taken a two week vacation from the league after dealing with Luthor/Brainiac and then somehow gotten himself into this mess after being back only a week.

"Because I despise you," said Grodd, answering the thought. "You are an annoying pest and I plan on destroying you once and for all. Oh not by killing you," he said with a dark laugh. "No, Luthor has proven that that is not the way to go. Besides, that would be too easy."

Currently, Flash was in a white room strapped to a table with a gravitational field over him, preventing him from using his speed to escape.

"So what are you going to do?" asked Flash. "Please tell me you're not going to monologue me to death."

Grodd scowled at him and then smirked again.

"You know that helmet you're wearing?" He pointed to the contraption he'd placed on Flash's head. "It detects brain waves. More specifically, it detects and activates neuron activity in your hippocampus. That is where your memories are stored. This device will read those memories and display them on this screen." Grodd gestured to a large screen behind him.

"And?" asked Flash.

"And I have programmed the device to display every memory that has a certain amount of brain cells and neurons dedicated to that memory, which will show the event's importance in your life. In short, I will know everything about you."

"Eh, whatever," said Flash trying not to sound too concerned. He'd managed to contact the league before Grodd had taken away his comm link. He only hoped they could get here before Grodd activated the device.

"It's too late for that Flash," said Grodd with that annoying smirk of his. Damn his telepathic powers. "Even if the League does come, your memories will still be exposed. There's a failsafe, you see. Once I push this little button," he held up a remote, "a microwave emitter will be activated. If anyone tries to remove the helmet, it will release a signal that will override your brain and turn it to mush. The only way it can be deactivated is if the helmet is allowed to run its course through all of your memories up until the present."

Flash frowned at his smug look and eyed the small remote.

"Oh, and did I forget to mention that I will not be the only one to see your memories?" Grodd asked smiling down at Flash. "I decided to take a page out of the Joker's book and give a try for the theatrical. In two minutes, your memories will be broadcast to the entire world."

He pressed the button.

BOOM!

The room shook as part of the ceiling fell to the ground. Flash looked up to see Superman flying towards Grodd. Shayera was right behind him, flying through the hole in the ceiling and giving a war cry. Batman also came down and made his way over to Flash as Superman and Shayera made short work of Grodd.

"Batman!" exclaimed Flash with obvious relief. "Listen, if you try to remove this thing, it'll fry my brain, but Grodd says it'll display my memories to the whole world in less than two minutes unless you do something!"

Batman rushed over to the computer and quickly scanned the files and blueprints to the device. He noticed a little countdown clock in the corner that read 0:55 and kept counting down the seconds.

By that time, Superman had restrained Grodd, and Shayera went over to Flash.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll get you out of this."

Before Flash could make his own protests, Batman shouted, "Don't touch him!"

Shayera jerked back, but had the sense not to ask why.

"Flash," said Batman, typing on the computer as he did so. "That helmet is sending out a signal that will be picked up by television satellites around the world. I can't stop it; however, I can redirect it."

"How?" asked Flash.

"I can send the signal to the Watchtower instead. The feed will take over every device there, but your identity will be safe from the public."

"But you can't stop my memories from being shown," he said, his face crestfallen.

"No." Batman paused. "You have sixteen seconds to decide."

"Do it," said Flash blankly.

Batman activated his comm, knowing that he would lose contact with the Watchtower as soon as the signal was sent.

"Terrific, the Watchtower is going to be overridden with a video feed. Don't panic, I'll explain when we get there. Batman out." Then he pushed the final button that commanded the helmet to send the signal carrying Flash's memories to the Watchtower. A second later, the device activated and Flash fell unconscious.

"What do we do?" asked Shayera.

"Superman, get the Javelin," commanded Batman in his gruff voice. "Shayera, remove Flash's bindings, but don't remove the helmet. I'm going to copy all of the records on this computer and then we need to go to the Watchtower immediately."

The other two nodded and did as they were told.

Batman turned back to the computer and briefly activated his comm. The signal had taken over every Justice League device, which is why he could hear laughter coming through the earpiece. For a moment, Bruce was relieved. He had thought for a long time that Flash had had a pretty easy life. However, when he had dug into his fellow heroes' lives, he'd noted something odd about Flash's. He still didn't know everything, but he knew enough to know that his previous assumptions had been wrong.

...

Up on the Watchtower, Mr. Terrific had about two seconds to process Batman's warning before all of the screens and audio devices turned to static before going black. Colors started to appear and a scene formed.