I messed up. I re-read this entire thing finally and not only did I make Wally as tall as he was in the show, but he met Artemis before everything went down. So that messes with my plans a bit.

I hated that Roy was the mole in the first place and they never really did anything more with it in the show, so I'm just gonna ignore it in here. I would like to thank 1captainjordan4 for making me pay more attention to details and letting me bounce some ideas off them :D

I'm gonna be real. I have no clue how old everyone is. I didn't even know it when I watched YJ in the first place. I think I mentioned Wally is 16? Idk.

ALRIGHT thats an old note I made

I've switched it up on y'all

I'm also coming down from being high as shit

There's some abuse tw in this chapter

Wally is having flashbacks now

He's trying to fit back into normal life

Roy smiled when he heard the sound of Wally's laughter fill the hall. Robin must be in the room, then. It had been a couple days since Robin had to go back to Gotham, since winter break was over in the academy. Wally had missed him a lot, and Roy knew he wasn't much of a shoe-in, try as he might.

Damn first impressions.

He rounded the corner and walked briskly into the room, not slowing down until he planted the three sandwiches on the nightstand.

Robin smirked at him, and Roy prepared himself to get dragged by a 16-year old child.

"What, are you training for the Olympics now? You know speed walking is a very respectable event. I'm glad you're expanding your horizons, but if that doesn't work out, I hear Penguin has been looking for people to teach him just how important a brisk walking pace is."

Roy deadpanned at him. "You mean you haven't been able to lock him up yet? Shocking how much he gets away, considering how slow you claim him to be."

Robin fell back against his chair and clutched at his chest with one hand and grabbed towards Wally with his other. "Walls, I'm not gonna make it back from that one. Avenge me... Ack."

Roy shook his head. "He died without dignity, but he will be missed."

Wally had Robin's hand in his, and though he didn't quite know what was going on, he still laughed. "Does this mean I get his sandwich?" He joked.

Robin peeped an eye open and sat up in his seat. "I am revived! It truly is a miracle."

Roy rolled his eyes, walked over, flicked him on the nose and sat on the arm of his chair. "Truly. Food's on the table." He loved the way Wally didn't shy away from them much anymore, and he especially loved that his friend was able to eat real food with them again.

Robin bounded over and brought the plate back to Wally, presenting it to him as if it were a delicacy. "You pick, I'll eat whatever's left."

Wally hesitated. He had to remind himself that they weren't going to poison him or hurt him with food. The raven-haired boy made it easier to remember that when he gave him a choice. He grabbed one off the plate and sniffed at it before digging in.

Their days passed like this. Wally's physical wounds healed up, and his cast coming off was the last issue to be resolved. His eating habits became better as well, and his weight chart was on an incline, much to his doctor's relief.

Wally didn't know it had to end.

He'd been treating every single day like it was his last, and he had to think that he would never make it out of that cell alive. He hadn't planned on being alive this long, that was for sure.

They were playing Go Fish when the Flash, Wally's uncle, as he'd been told, came in and said Wally was free to leave any time he wanted. He would be going home with the man in the red suit. When he had looked over at his friends, they nodded their heads encouragingly.

It was time to go home, then.

There was so much he wanted to say to the two boys who had helped him so much. He just couldn't find the words.

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Barry helped Wally unpack in his old room by showing him everything and seeing if he could remember it. He could tell that hid nephew tried to be as excited as he was, but eventually they'd run out of things to talk about. Iris was on a story a couple towns over, and would be back as soon as she could.

Barry tucked Wally into his bed and turned out the light. He closed the door with a soft 'click' and went on to his own bed. He'd told Wally to get him if he needed anything, and hoped Wally really would do that.

He still seemed quiet and shy. A shell of what he used to be. Wally would break out of that, maybe. It reminded him of when his nephew was younger, and he'd found out about Rudy's abuse and Nora's neglect. Although, he seemed much worse now than he had then.

Barry pulled up his covers and slid into bed. It was good to have Wally back.

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Wally's eyes were wide open in the dark. Crickets chirped outside his window, and the moon was the only light illuminating the room. The last time he had been in a dark place with only the moon for company, he'd been trying to escape.

Wally felt himself be pulled back into a memory before he could stop it.

He was laid on the floor of his cell, as usual. They hadn't chained him up yet, just used the collar.

Two of them came in, reeking of smoke and alcohol. One of them moved slowly over to where he was laying.

Wally tried to move himself away, but whatever they had given him earlier made his movements slow, too slow. His brain felt like it was buffering information.

A hand wrapped around his ankle, pulling him backwards. His bare chest scraped against the floor, but he made no indication that it had hurt him. He'd had worse.

A searing heat landed between his shoulder blades and he made a high pitched sound of pain. He raised a shaking arm to pull himself away from the pain, but the hand on his ankle was fast now as it pulled his hand behind his back.

Wally struggled against it, trying to free himself. He was muttering words he didn't understand, and tried to move his head around to see what was happening. The room spun around him too much and his cheek landed back on the stone floor.

He felt like he had moved a mile in 10 days, but he knew in reality he had moved a couple inches in two minutes.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut when the hand let go of his wrist, grabbed his collar and hauled him off the ground to his knees. Wally felt like he was going to fall over, and he knew he would if the hand holding his collar let go even for just a moment.

He hissed again at another cigarette burn on his clavicle. They'd been trying to make a loop around his neck with them, but his skin kept healing the smaller wounds too quickly for their liking.

Wally batted uselessly at the hand holding his collar up. His head lolled to the side. Another hand rocketed towards his face and Wally cried out when it made contact. The hand holding his collar let him fall back to the floor on his side, hard.

He spit out the blood gathering in his mouth. The other man who had been standing back against the wall was in his face, trying to tell him something. The words 'free' and 'fast' popped up in Wally's mind, and it took him too long to piece together what he was trying to tell him.

"If you're fast enough to run out the door at the end of the hall, you'll go free."

Wally blinked up at him lazily. Surely this person had to know he was in no condition to walk, let alone run. Still, other faces popped up in his mind. Faces he knew were good, and nice. They were mostly colorful blobs in his memory now, but they had feelings of warmth from them.

A feeling these monsters had never given him.

Wally rolled back onto his stomach and used his arms to carefully push himself up. He heard laughter from behind him. It didn't matter. He could get out of here.

Wally got himself to his knees, shaking as he did it. His breathing was already labored. He crawled over to the nearest wall and hauled himself up. His first foot planted on the ground and he cried out, falling back to his knees. He'd forgotten about the glass shards in them. How could he have forgotten?

Wally knew he couldn't walk now. He had to crawl. And he did. The men in the room parted the way for him, still snickering to each other. As soon as Wally made it out the door, a foot connected with his stomach. He coughed and fell to the side, trying to regain the oxygen he had lost. Another foot connected to his side, and he curled up. One more hit to his chin had snapped his head back, and he could see a window.

His eyes stayed fixed on that window all throughout the beating. He could barely feel it anyway, he was so cold.

The moon kept him company for the next two minutes until the men decided they were bored with him and took him back to his cell. He was alone again, with new wounds. Wally assessed the damage and set his bones as best he could in his condition. He decided it was better this way, when he was drugged up and couldn't feel much pain. He closed his eyes.

Wally opened his eyes and breathed hard. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't on a concrete floor, but a bed was worse. He got up, still gasping, and pulled his blanket off the bed and onto the floor. He kept his eyes on the moon until he could fall asleep.

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Barry woke up feeling worried. He had slept through the alarm he had set the night before. Had he slept through anything else? He ran to Wally's room and felt his heart reach his throat when he saw the empty bed. His beating heart slowed only when he saw Wally had rolled off the bed and onto the floor. His nephew was still sleeping, which meant he had time to do what he had set his alarm for.

Pancakes.

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Wally blinked awake and immediately buried his face in the blanket nest he'd managed to make last night. The sun would have to go.

Wally groaned and sat up, blanket still over his head. It was about time he closed the shades. What time was it, anyway?

His foot caught on something and Wally twisted himself mid-fall to let his back take the brunt of the force. He landed on the thin rug with an 'oopf' and laid there with a glare on his face. It was hidden by the blanket of course, but it was the thought that counts.

Hands wrapped around his arms and Wally yelled out, kicking whoever it was in the chest. They fell back against the wall next to the door. He prepared himself for another attack but it didn't come. He managed to get the blanket off his face with some struggling and shielded his eyes against the sunlight.

He sighed in relief when he saw it was just Barry. Wally's eyes widened and his mouth opened to apologize once he realized what he'd done.

Barry cut him off with a hand motion and hauled himself up. "It was my fault. We have pancakes downstairs for breakfast."

Wally nodded and stared at the floor. Barry seemed to hesitate in the doorway, but when the horrible beeping of a fire alarm blared downstairs, he knew he had to speed away to try and save the burned breakfast.

Wally yawned and stretched his arms up as far as he could. He winced when his left arm popped wrong and held it close to himself. His body was still hurt, he realized. Or at least, his arm was. It made sense, since he always fought back with it when his right arm was held down- No. He wasn't going to go there. Not when his door was open and someone was downstairs.

He glanced around the room. Barry had shown him everything he could think of yesterday, but he hadn't gotten to the closet. Presumably, the red speedster had bought everything completely new to prepare for Wally's arrival.

Wally opened the closet door and was glad to see he was right. He grabbed a red T-shirt and some cargo pants that looked most likely to fit him.

He closed the door and changed as fast as he could. Being exposed was not on his list of things to feel, and being in that state was him at his most vulnerable.

He pulled the shirt down to make it fit correctly and glanced back in the closet to see what else he might find. There was a dresser hidden part-way behind the larger sweaters that piqued his interest. Listening to Barry hum downstairs let him know he still had some time.

Wally pushed back the sweaters and opened the top drawer. Just socks and underwear, okay. Essentials. The second drawer held winter coats and hats. He made a mental note to remember that. The third drawer took some moving of shoes away from the opening.

Finally, he tugged it open, expecting things like swimsuits or maybe extra blankets. Instead, he saw a picture covered in dust. Many pictures, all of them of him alone or with some other people. The one on top was the one that sparked something in his mind. Something familiar.

He picked up the picture with shaking hands. The raven-haired boy, Robin, had his arms around Wally's and the red haired boy's shoulders. He was hanging off of them goofily, wearing sunglasses and a black jacket on top of a green shirt. Wally recognized himself, acting just as goofy as Robin was by holding up bunny ears behind his friend's head. The red-haired boy, Roy, he remembered, was smiling slightly but trying not to show it. He was crossing his arms, obviously trying to be cool.

The frame slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor below him. Wally didn't notice. He was staring straight ahead, lost in another memory.

...

13-year old Wally frowned to himself. Uncle Barry had promised they would meet not one, but two new sidekicks tonight! Well, new to him, anyway.

He was frowning because Barry had promised him they would be there half an hour ago, and they still had to go through another state! They were always late to everything. Maybe Barry could live like that, but Wally? He wanted to be on time, at least.

It took them 20 minutes to pack for an overnight trip, when it should have been done last night. And of course Barry kept forgetting something, so they had to run back for it, but three times? Wally sighed mentally. If he knew where they were going, he'd have left Barry in the dust for sure.

Their surroundings changed quickly once they passed a sign that said "Gotham City." It reminded Wally of those apocalypse video games he played.

Finally, they stopped on top of a building. Wally nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized someone was standing behind him.

"Oh, shi-"

"Language, Walls."

"Right. Sorry."

He turned to see the person who scared the heck out of him, and this kid was standing there with a smug look on his face. No, not smug. Mischievous.

The kid held out a hand. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Robin."

Wally's lip twitched into a smile as he shook Robin's hand. "Nice to shit you." His eyes widened as he realized the words that had just come out of his mouth. "I'msosorry, thethoughtwasjustinmyhead, Idon'tmeanit, Iswear-"

He was cut off when Robin snickered quietly. Barry was staring at him with an 'are-you-kidding-me, you-just-embarrased-me-and-yourself' look that Wally chose to ignore for the fact that the freaking Batman had just shown up behind his uncle.

Barry turned to see what he was staring at and also almost jumped out of his skin. He grasped his chest and told Batman he had a heart condition that flares up anytime he's around.

Robin smiled some more and led Wally away from the two talking adults.

Wally sighed. "Can we start over?"

Robin just cackled at him. "Absolutely not. That was the best meet-and-greet I've ever received."

Wally groaned in embarrassment as Robin laughed. Eventually, Wally laughed too.

This was going to be a wonderful friendship, he could feel it.

Light footsteps made him turn around. His eyes widened when he saw Speedy walking towards them, leaving his mentor Green Arrow with Batman and Flash.

Wally turned to Robin, who flashed him a smile to match his own. Speedy came to stop in front of them, and held out his own hand.

Robin immediately grasped it, smiling. "Nice to see you again, chum."

Roy rolled his eyes. "God, you're lame. I swear GA only called me that once when you were around."

Both sidekicks turned to Wally, who was practically bouncing with excitement.

Roy smiled. "You're that kid, right? Flash's kid?" Wally stopped bouncing and held out his hand. "It's, uh, Kid Flash, actually. Mix ups happen all the time."

Roy shook his hand. "Right. It's nice to shit you, too."

Wally's eyes widened in panic and he covered his face as his two new friends laughed with each other. He face palmed, but the laughter was too contagious. The three heroes stopped their conversation and looked over at the three kids who were practically rolling on the floor.

Batman smiled in his head. "Looks like we'll have to bring them together more often."

Flash nodded. "They're practically inseparable by now."

Green Arrow laughed. "... Oh man, nice to shit you... Kids..."

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Wally gasped slightly when he was brought back to the real world. Barry was holding his shoulders, eyes worried and concerned. Wally blinked at him and reached up to his own face to feel the tears on his face.

"Are you alright?" Barry's voice was strained enough that Wally could hear the stress pouring out of those words.

He stepped back so that his uncle's hands were no longer on his shoulders. "Yeah. Oh man. I'm so sorry." He sniffed and wiped his face off as quickly as he could. He knelt down to the glass shards and started to reach to pick them up. Barry's hands were on his wrists in an instant to keep him from touching the broken glass. Wally ripped his hands out of Barry's grasp hand hissed like the touch had burned him.

"I'm sorry." They said at the same time.

Wally tried for a smile to show it was okay.

Barry smiled widely back. "Hey, why don't you go eat downstairs, I've got this."

Wally nodded and made his way downstairs.

Barry tried to calm his beating heart. Hearing that crash of glass splintering had scared him to his core. His mind had immediately gone back to the time in the infirmary when Wally had smashed the mirror, and his worst-case-scenerio thoughts had taken over any and all thinking.

And then, seeing his nephew like that, frozen in place and staring into nothingness... That had shaken him to his core. Sure, Wally had looked like that before, but this time he just seemed more out of it than usual. That theory was proven true when Barry had tried lightly shaking his shoulders.

Normally, shaking Wally's shoulders would bring him back to reality, heck, even a light touch was usually enough to bring him back. But this time, the trance was deeper. His eyes were empty and lost, unfocused. His hands were still in front of him like he was holding the now-broken picture still.

Barry glanced at the frame, the glass, and the picture that had been in the frame. It was of Wally, Robin, and Roy all hanging out. He looked back into Wally's face. "Hey. Come back."

Wally didn't make any move that he'd heard him. His eyes were glazed and his hands were still out. He was tense. When had the tears started coming?

Finally, a minute later his nephew had breathed in deeply and focused on Barry's face.

"Are you alright?" He'd poured out his worry with those words on accident. Wally needed someone solid, not a terrified uncle.

It was expected that he move out of Barry's grasp, like he'd been doing ever since they got him back. It helped reassure Barry that his nephew was back with him.

"Yeah." Barry saw Wally look at the mess below them. "Oh, man. I'm so sorry." He hit the floor on his knees and reached for the glass, but Barry's instincts kicked in, and he suddenly needed to keep Wally from touching the broken shards. He grasped Wally's wrists without thinking, and just as fast his nephew pulled away and hissed like it had pained him.

They said "I'm sorry" at the same time. Barry told him to go get breakfast. After Wally left, Barry sighed.

Wally probably needed someone, anyone who wasn't himself. Barry had always doubted himself and his ability to raise a kid, and after what had been done to him, Barry didn't know what to do. He tried to give him space, but that made him nervous. Wally wasn't really even supposed to be alone, not after he'd tried to kill himself twice. But that had been about a month ago, he was better now, right?

Barry cleaned up the glass and threw the broken frame away. He set the picture back in the opened bottom drawer, and closed it up. He and Iris had decided to keep every picture of Wally they had in his room, but they must have forgotten to clean it out when Wally got back.

Barry made his way downstairs. Wally was picking at the pancakes with his fork, and waited to eat until after Barry had taken a few bites of his own. He still wasn't sure what that was about, but it had to do with that place. And if all it took was making sure whoever made the meal also ate it, Barry could deal with that.

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After breakfast, Wally had gone back to his room. He really didn't have much to do. He'd slept in, so he wasn't tired. He'd just eaten. He was warm enough that he didn't have to do anything drastic about it, so that left... nothing that he needed to do.

He brought the rest of the blankets off the bed and to the floor, arranging them how he wanted. He snooped in the nightstand drawers, and found a small, old notebook, a ball and a pack of cards. He shrugged to himself and set out a game of solitaire to play. After his 5th failed game, he got the ball out and started tossing it up and catching it.

Wally fell back into his mess of blankets. He realized that once he wasn't drugged up all hours of the day, time passed by slowly. It wasn't something he was used to, being bored. He shook his head. No. He would not compare boredom to being in that cell.

He sat up. Thirsty. He needed water. Good, a distraction.

Wally opened his door and walked down to the kitchen, where Barry was reading his newspaper. It pained Wally on the inside when his uncle lit up around him, only for Wally to grab what he needed and leave him again. He nodded and smiled at Barry and took the water bottle back up to his room.

He closed the door, sat down and unscrewed the cap. As soon as the edge of the bottle hit his lips he felt himself being thrust into a flashback. He managed to set down the bottle so it wouldn't spill, and fell back into his blankets.

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Wally kicked out at the nearest person. His arms were tied behind his back. If they thought they could keep him here, they were wrong. The boss had told him that his super friends were done looking for him, that they thought he was dead. He'd only been here for little over two weeks.

They'd recently shot him for trying to escape, and Wally had passed out for some time, but there was no way his friends thought he was dead, right?

Right?

He kicked again and felt his foot connect with someone's shin. They'd covered his eyes, probably to try and keep him calm. That never worked.

Someone grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his head back. As soon as his mouth opened to curse them, a bottle was shoved to his mouth and bitter tasting water forced itself past his lips. It tasted chalky, and Wally coughed around it as soon as it hit his throat.

The hand pulled his hair back more than before and Wally choked on the water. He started struggling, kicking his legs out and pulling at the ropes on his arms. He started to vibrate out of his binds, but the man above him yelled and then there was a collar on his neck, but he couldn't worry about that now, because there was water coming out of his nose now, he was going to drown all because of a freaking water bottle-

The hand on his hair forced his head forward and Wally threw up a mixture of water and stomach acid as his lungs burned for air. He gasped and drooled and they were laughing at him for it, laughing at him for trying to live-

His hair was grabbed again, his head forced back, and he heard a warning from the person above him that he had better swallow this time, or he was going to choke and die.

When the water bottle was forced back to his mouth, he tried to keep his lips closed. A fist drove into his stomach and the breath was knocked out of him, but his head was still forced back. His mouth opened to intake air and instead his lungs once again took on water. His body forced it up, but it just kept coming down.

They were going to kill him. For real, this time.

The hand released his hair and he choked on the floor again. He dry heaved and coughed himself until he was too exhausted to do it anymore.

The hand pet his hair this time, almost lovingly. Wally just focused on breathing. The bottle was back at his mouth now, and Wally knew he couldn't fight back this time.

He drank, and everything went dark.

...

Wally blinked awake again. He looked at the clock by his bed and saw he'd been out of it for nearly 20 minutes. The time between them was getting shorter and the memories themselves seemed to be taking longer to come out of.

That memory was something new as well. At least, he thought they were memories. He'd hit his head so often in that place, everything before his time there was fuzzy. Hell, even his time during that place was fuzzy.

He groaned and stretched again, wincing when he pushed his left arm too high again. He rubbed that shoulder joint absently and tried to move it around in a circular motion.

Wally sighed. He couldn't keep blacking out like this. This was, what, the second time today? Third time since he'd been back from the Watchtower? What if he was doing something important, or holding something sharp, or in the middle of a conversation?

He didn't like this. At least now he could tell when it was coming. He grabbed the bottle cap from the floor and put it back on the bottle.

Wally got the notebook out of the nightstand. He would make a mental note on what his triggers were, but if he kept going at this rate, he would surely forget one or two.

He wrote down Picture, Water Bottle, and Moon.

He put the notebook in the second dresser drawer, underneath a winter hat. It was as good a spot as any, he guessed.

It was nearly one o'clock by now. He had woken up late. He didn't know what to do now.

He could shower. It had been some time since he had showered. The nurses and doctors in the Watchtower had given him sponge baths as much as he would let them, but a shower sounded heavenly. Wally grabbed clothes out of his closet.

He peeked out his door, down the hall and down the stairs. His legs seemed to know where to take him.

Finally in the bathroom, he realized he didn't know how to work this shower. And there was no way he could take a cold one, it would send him into a flashback for sure. He turned the knobs with one hand and felt the water with his other one. Once he found a nice warm temperature, he took off what he was wearing and stepped delicately into the persistent stream.

Wally grabbed one of the washcloths hanging on the curtain rod and began scrubbing.

He didn't notice when he had started crying, or when he was scrubbing hard enough to leave his skin raw. He turned up the temperature when he thought it wasn't nearly hot enough anymore.

Wally sat down at the far end of the tub, head on his knees and hands rubbing the back of his neck. The tears still ran down his face, and his sobs were muffled by the sounds of water bearing down.