Ok so thing is, times a bit messed up between this story and the show. Some things that happened didn't happen in here. But I hope this makes up for my lack of enthusiasm in my last YJ story. You are all amazingly wonderful people for putting up with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Wally was gone. Had been gone. For two years, five months, seventeen days, eight hours, fifty-eight minutes, twenty-six seconds, and counting, Wally had been missing.

It wasn't as Kid Flash either. Wally had been waiting for the fucking school bus when some bastards showed up and demanded he get in their van at gunpoint. As a civilian, Wally did it.

But then he tried breaking out of their warehouse. Vibrated himself through the handcuffs and sped out the front door, only to surprise a new guy with a gun who had friends.
That's when they realized he was a meta. Not just any meta. Kid Flash.

Naturally, they kidnapped a news reporter and motivated her to go on the news and announce to the world that someone had Kid Flash and knew the League would want him back, and would probably be willing to pay a pretty penny, too.

So began the countdown. The first 48 hours were the most important. At least that's what Robin had heard. But the first 48 hours did nothing. There was nothing to find, no trail to follow, no places to search, and no Wally.

They were contacted by the kidnappers one more time in the next two weeks. They said they'd sold Wally to the highest bidder at an underground auction, but something went wrong in the transaction and their friend had been killed. They even sent a photo of a lifeless Wally with a bullet in his chest, eyes closed. He could've been sleeping if it weren't for the pool of blood surrounding him.

Robin had been through the evidence over a million times in the past two and a half years. Nothing new ever showed up. Everything was still the same, no matter how many times or angles he looked at it.

They still missed him. Barry went crazy, searching the world ten times over before going on break for a few months after, and so did the Rouges. Robin drowned himself in work, scraping up what info on anything he could find about it. Artemis helped. Megan tried to contact Wally multiple times telepathically, but he never showed up. Kaldur told everyone to take a break from the team, even if Batman didn't approve, which he did. And Superman and Superboy bonded over searching the entire United States. The rest of the heroes all helped in their own way.

But they couldn't find him. Their Wally.

But they were back now, the team. They missed Wally dearly, and let his memory live on with them. Robin wasn't sure if anyone accepted his death completely.
Batman assigned them a small mission for today, they just had to go into and old building and make sure it was stable enough for a team to come in for demolition. The generators were on, but that was it for electricity. Robin smiled a bit. He probably gave them the assignment because if anyone could bring down an unstable building, it was them.

That and they deserved to have fun once in a while.

So here they were, whooping and running through the halls of an old prison out in the middle of nowhere. Or in other words, the countryside in South Dakota.
Superboy was racing Kaldur, Megan was flying through the ceiling in loop-De-loops, Artemis was pushing her luck by firing her arrows into anything solid, grabbing them all the while keeping up with everyone, and Robin was swinging from the roof while the new girl, Zatanna, ran from one glowy circle to the next.

Robin cackled as he swung from yet another rafter. It was nice to be out and about, what with how somber everyone had been after Wally's would-have-been sixteenth birthday three weeks ago.

''Guys, there are people here...'' Everyone stopped in their tracks as soon as Megan told them.

''What? But this place is supposed to be abandoned.''

''Kal's right. Records show that no one's been here in years, it should be empty.'' Robin added.

''I can sense people in the next few rooms over. I doubt they didn't hear us...'' Megan said.

''That's fine with me. I've been wanting to hit someone for a while now.'' Artemis and Zatanna nodded at Superboy, agreeing.

A few seconds later, a group of thugs came out of a room, guns blazing as everyone took cover in the empty jail cells around them.

''Take out whoever is closest, and make sure no one gets away. Something doesn't seem right about all of this.'' Aqualad ordered.

Artemis shot her arrows, Robin threw his batarangs, Superboy charged, Megan deflected bullets, Zatanna made their guns blow up, and Kaldur lashed out with his water things that no one could ever seem to remember the name of.

It was over in a matter of minutes, and after counting the unconscious bodies, Robin could say that something was definitely going on. Thirty guys all at one place with nothing around for miles, oh yeah. Nothing going on here.

Robin nodded at Kaldur to give the orders. "Search every cell, top to bottom. If anyone runs into more people, take them out. We meet back here in an hour, more than enough time to look. Megan, you go with Superboy, Artemis with Zatanna, and Robin with myself. Objections? Let's go."

Robin and Aqualad took the North, Megan and Superboy took the small second floor, and Artemis and Zatanna took the South.

Robin glanced at his partner as they ran through every cell on their floor.
"What do you think we'll find here? Must've been super important if thirty guys were guarding it."

Kaldur stopped searching for a second and sighed. "I do not know. But one can hope for the best."

It was four minutes before something seemed to change. They turned a right corner, and the lights were instantly dimmer. It was colder, as if an unwelcome presence hung in the air.

The first thing that hit him besides the cold, was the smell. It was an acidic, bitter, rotten smell. And it was thick, as if it were trying to suffocate anyone around.

Aqualad put a hand over his nose and mouth while Robin used his own cape.

Aqualad turned to him. "Look in every cell in this area."

Robin nodded, not wanting to waste a breath to inhale. He started on the left, Aqualad on the right.

They were in and out doors so fast, Robin almost fell over his cape trying to get back into one.

The smell was worst in this small cell, though he was used to it by now. There wasn't any light coming from the cell, and just a dim brightness shone from the hallway from the backup generator.

So Robin used the only sense he could. He listened. There was labored breathing coming from the room. If only he could see.

"Aqualad! I think I found someone!" Robin yelled. His friend came running.

"Is there a light switch?"

"I don't know, I'll look." Robin felt along the wall to the left and Aqualad looked on the right.

"Aha!" He flipped the switch to reveal... a kid.

They both gasped. Robin ran forward as Aqualad contacted the rest of the team on his comm.

Robin barely processed the condition of the small room, until he looked closer. There were beer bottles strewn everywhere, some broken with dried blood on them. The floor was littered with cigarette butts, and there was a corner with a bucket full of a foul-smelling stench. The single dirty bulb hung from the ceiling, giving off nearly no light at all.
His attention was on the figure in front of him, though, and these things just barely made their way into his mind.

The boy was in a corner, curled up into a tight ball. He was blindfolded and gagged, and had shackles around his wrists and ankles. His red hair was longer than it should be and his fingernails were chipped and broken. The old clothes he was wearing seemed to hang off his thin frame, even sitting down. But the strangest part was the collar around his neck. It was a collar for metas, like the ones at Arkham.

Robin immediately yanked off the blindfold and gag, going to take off the shackles too, when the boy flinched violently away, green eyes wide in fear, and breathing heavily; almost gasping for air.

"Kal!" Robin jumped back, surprised. He glanced over at his friend before letting his gaze go back to the cowering figure in front of him. Robin bit his lip before moving in slow deliberate movements to get the chains off of his wrists. But even moving slowly made the boy whimper slightly and turn his face into the corner he was shoved into.
Robin pulled his hand back. This wouldn't do anything but scare him, and it took too long to pick the lock even without the violent shaking.

The next people to run in were Superboy and Megan. They weren't quiet either, which was very bad when the boy let out another whimper close to a choked sob.
Megan floated back and landed on the ground, covering her mouth in shock. Superboy took a step back, his expression filled with horror as he looked to Robin and Kaldur for an explanation.

"Out."

Megan looked over at Robin. "What?"

Robin turned around faster than they thought possible. "I said out!" He yelled.

The boy tried putting his head between his knees, which proved hard to do in the position he was in, what with the chains holding his wrists above his head.
Kaldur quickly ushered his teammates out and waited for the others to show up.

Robin lowered his head and let his anger be replaced by sadness. Why would anyone want to do this to a kid? To anyone?

He walked over slowly and set about taking the wrist chains off first. When he delicately grabbed the short chain, the boy tried stifling another whimper. Robin hesitated only a moment before pushing his emotions aside and focused on picking the lock. It took about one minute for the first one, and half that time for the rest. He even got the collar off.
When Robin delicately grabbed the last ankle chain, the boy gasped in pain but didn't move his leg. He looked closer and decided it was either sprained badly or broken, but he hoped he was wrong. He undid the lock as carefully as possible and moved back against the wall about two feet away.

The boy still wouldn't move, and huddled into the corner like it was his life-line. He was shaking so badly now, it looked like his entire body was vibrating in fear. Robin leaned his head back against the wall next to him and closed his eyes.

He didn't speak. Didn't move. Just sat. Maybe the boy wouldn't fear him, maybe he would show his face. Because for just that one second that Robin could see his face, it looked like Wally.