A/N: And I'm back with another chapter. Sorry that this one is so much shorter, it jst felt like a good place to stop. Hope you enjoy!

Wally looked into her eyes, "Look Canary, this is the third time you've brought me in here since I stood up, and you still haven't gotten anywhere. It's time for you to call it quits, don't ya think?" The look he got was one of irritation, "I'm fine, believe me."

Dinah leaned forward and looked him over. The young speedster had a leg brace on, along with a cast up to his elbow. To her it seemed as if it was only yesterday he sported one just like it after their fight with the Injustice League, "You're telling me that after being kidnapped, tortured, and 'abandoned', as you called it quite a few times, you're completely fine?"

"Well, not physically. I've still got quite a bit of time before I'll be ready for active duty, as you all like to remind me," Wally rubbed the bandages wrapped around his head. The burns that covered his face hurt constantly, but he hadn't told anyone. Artemis would never leave him alone if he did. Luckily, he no longer had a concussion.

Black Canary raised an eyebrow, "Wally, you need to open up about this. Even Batman only got the most basic information from you when he asked. If you make us hunt down Cheshire and Sportsmaster..."

"Don't," Wally growled out, eyes narrowing. No matter what they said, Sportsmaster wasn't the bad guy in all this. How dare she threaten the people who saved him?, "Don't even try it."

Dinah leaned back, unperturbed,"Then open up. Whatever you say won't leave this room until you're ready, I promise."

"You just tried to give me an ultimatum ad you expect me to tell you anything, Canary?" The teen's voice was rising with every word. He grabbed the small glass of water she had been drinking from and downed it, before slamming it back to the table.

At her slight look of shock Wally attempted to regain his composure, "Look hotstuff, I'm not gonna tell you anything when you make empty threats. Keep 'em coming, I've got quite a bit of time before Barry gets here to give me the mother hen treatment."

She lifted her notepad, medical reports filling the first few pages, "Wally, do you remember what happened to your shoulder?" His mind immediately went back, remembering the drill piercing his skin. Dinah noticed him grip the armrests harder, "What about those lash marks on your back?" The crack of the whip resounded through his ears as if he was back on that hellhole again.

"Wallace," The therapist watched him for any slight movements, "What happened to your chest?"

The speedster threw himself forward, his fist connecting with her chair, "I'll kill you, Dinah!" The bird deftly moved out of the way, keeping her patient's chair between them.

"Kid Flash, stand down," A commanding voice came from the door, and the rage filled speedster turned to him. The look he gave him somewhat startled the Bat though he'd never admit it, but before he could repeat his order a blur shot past him. Wally was gone, and the zeta tubes were announcing his callsign.

The angry speedster ran for what seemed like hours before he found himself in Star City, exhausted and in pain. His brace was barely attached and he was sure at least ten stitches were ripped. So he decided to calm down in the one familiar place there: Roy's apartment.

When he slipped in through the window, he was greeted by a steel arrow a foot from his face, "Is that really how you greet an injured friend?"

Roy scanned him quickly, "Wally what are you doing here? You should be resting."

Wally went over the events with the red headed archer to the best of his ability, and by the end of his story Roy was fuming, "How DARE she?"

The duo had the same thought, but before Wally could continue Roy pushed him to the couch and lifted the younger kid's shirt, "Damn Roy, you work fast. At least buy me dinner first," He joked through the sudden pain.

"Shut up," Roy said, grabbing his medkit from underneath his couch. If he had taken one thing from his time with Green Arrow it was to always have one in every room. The archer attempted to patch up the broken stitches, "What were you thinking, you stupid kid?"

"I was avoiding a lecture from Batman," Wally said as his friend finished taping gauze over the reopened wound, "Or being thrown on my ass by Canary."

Roy stood up and crossed his arms, "Anything I'm missing?" Wally shrugged, pulling the small bits holding his brace together out and tossing it aside. The older red haired hero looked at it quizzically before redirecting his gaze back to Wally.

"What? I was supposed to get that off soon anyways," He whined. It wasn't a lie, per se. Barry promised it would come off by the end of the month...it just happened to be the tenth. The look Roy gave him said he wasn't convinced, so instead he just started pressing the gauze back against his face.

Roy went into the small kitchen, not wanting to get another glimpse of his friend's destroyed right side, "I'm getting a coffee, and so are you. I don't have any sugar or whatever, so I hope you like yours black."

The speedster shrugged, which was completely lost on his server as his back was turned. Wally finished adjusting the bandages and stood, following after Roy, "So you wanna go out? Hit the town?"

"I could go for a drink," Roy answered.

Wally leaned on the counter, "I was thinking something more along the lines of Kevlar and spandex."

"You only got the clear to run a week or two ago, and that was with supervision and a brace on," Roy shoved a mug into the teen's hands, "You've got neither right now, and now that I think of it you can't even drink."

Following the archer to his balcony, he leaned over it and estimated the distance to the ground, "Well...the Team did get these fake Ids for covert ops..." Wally pulled a small card and showed Roy. This identified him as Eddie Hunter, age 22, "And plus, I'm nineteen. I could run to Europe and drink if I wanted to.

Roy glared at him, "I'm not gonna break the law so you can get drunk."

"Technically, I wouldn't be getting drunk for a few hours, because ya know, Speedster and all. But the alternative involves beating up criminals."

The archer weighed his options, "You're not on any meds are you?" Wally quickly shook his head, "Then get a coat from my closet, it's cold tonight."

Luckily, there was a dive bar nearby that Roy frequented as Red Arrow. Apparently, there was an abundance of scum that clung together there The speedster was there first so he flashed his card, and ordered two beers, before moving to a worn out corner booth. While sipping from his drink Wally watched the door for his friend, not wanting to be here alone with all these shady figures. Signaling for him when he walked through the door, Roy slid in opposite him.

The speedster took his bandages off, letting the burns breathe. He sighed and leaned back, noticing Roy slightly tensing up at the sight. The archer quickly found a subject.

"Really? Just beer?" Roy picked up the bottle anyways, "Thought you would've started with something a little bit stronger."

Wally raised his hand and a waitress with caked on makeup came around, her reaction to his face was animated, but she quickly shrugged it off, "What'll ya have, hun?"

"I'll have a fireball," Wally answered, a grin breaking across his face, "And a blowjob for my friend."

Roy was about to protest, but the girl was already gone. Wally noticed one of her other 'patrons' slap her ass. Roy glared at him before finishing off the beer, "So, a fireball? What does that entail, Wallman?"

"Cinnamon schnapps, rum, and a dash of Tabasco sauce," The elder hero gave him a weird look, "It's good Roy. Trust me."

Roy was unconvinced, "Oliver kinda turned me off of anything remotely spicy. God, even thinking about that chili is making me sweat." Wally could see where he was coming from, he had only tried the chili once and it was the worst mistake of his life.

When their drinks arrived, Roy turned to her, "Can you get me a whiskey too? I don't think one of these," He motioned to the drink Wally had mockingly ordered for him, "Is gonna do much for me."

Wally chuckled, "A blowjob will get you far in life, Roy."

The waitress just nodded and walked away, and within the minute both their drinks were gone. The door opened and a man walked in. His hair was pitch black, except for one white streak through the bangs. He had a gun loosely shoved into his waistband. Eh, he inwardly shrugged. Not his problem. Instead Wally examined his glass. The red pooling at the bottom was tempting, but he just signaled for another. Roy watched him quizzically, "What are ya doing, Walls?" Their drinks were placed down.

"Just thinking..." He raised the new glass to his lips, gulping down the burning liquid. Wally looked up as Roy did the same with his whiskey, "Be honest, my face...it's terrible isn't it? I mean I can't even look at myself in the mirror."

Roy scoffed, "That explains the hair."

Wally shot him a glare, "Roy."

"You want the truth, Wally?" The marksman asked, "You look like shit. But who cares what anyone thinks of you? They're not gonna judge you when you save them from a burning building."

The speedster ordered another drink, "Roy, kids are gonna be terrified of me. I look like something out of a horror movie," The speedster put an elbow on the table, resting his face in his hand, "Artemis tries to hide it but I know she can't stand the sight of me"

"Wally you aren't being fair. It'll be a bit before people can get used to your appearance. Hell, you've got speedster healing. Most of that," He pointed at the burns, "Should heal."

Downing the next glass and waving for another, Wally looked at the man in front of him, "A little blunt, don't ya think."

"Someone's gotta stop you from moping around," Roy laughed, "And we both know you don't care what-"

"Roy," Wally warned. He wasn't ready to face that.

The archer gave him a look, "I may hate the girl, but I just don't think what you're doing is right. You can go about this however you want, though. It's your relationship."

The waitress came back with another glass, "You can move to the bar if you're gonna keep this up," A little rude for someone in her line of work if you asked him.

Wally took the glass, downed it and the grinned at the girl's face, "We'll do just that, sugar."

The red haired duo moved to the stools, and ordered more drinks. The barman gave them an odd look, but served them anyways. They sat in silence, Wally emptying glasses at a steady pace. By the time he had created a mini pyramid of them, he was feeling a bit more than buzzed.

Wally looked to his drinking buddy, "Do you think I'll ever be as good as Uncle B?"

Roy sighed, "Yes Walls, now stop wallowing in your self-pity."

"Or at least do it somewhere else," The bartender said, "It's closing time."

They both checked the clock: 2:30, "Damn Roy, wasn't expecting to stay out this long," They both made to stand up, before the bartender crossed his arms.

"You've got a fat bill here, boys," Roy glared at him, "And if you don't want me calling the cops..."

Wally stood up, "They'd be interested in the multiple criminal activities you turned a blind eye to also, I imagine. More specifically, Skinhead over there has an unsecured gun, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a license for it let alone one for open carry. There's also the harassment of your waitress," The speedster paused, "Oh, and also that guy over there has been doped up for a good three hours at this point, "He finished, pointing at the booth that was next to their original seats.

Before he could answer, they both walked out. Well, more like staggered. Roy was leaning on his younger friend, and Wally was just struggling to stay up. Wally pulled his uninjured arm around the older hero before waving a cab down.

The gingers slid in together, and Wally set the GPS for the guy. Roy seemed to be falling asleep in the cab, to Wally's chagrin. They reached Roy's apartment quickly, so Wally slipped the driver some cash and dragged the archer from the car and up the stairs of his apartment building.

The speedster fished Roy's keys out from his pocket, unlocking the door and shoving through it. Wally dropped the dead weight off in Roy's bedroom before moving out into the living room. Wally flopped down onto the couch. He took off Roy's jacket and bundled it up, using it as a pillow. One thing was sure: Barry would skin them both if and when he found out about this little trip.

Wally was jolted awake at the sound of the door opening, regretting the movement the second he had done it. Moving a hand to his head, he attempted to figure out what was going on. When his vision cleared up all that he could see was a very upset Scarlet Speedster.

"Wallace Rudolph West," Barry began.

"The one and only," He gave a small grin, before realizing from the look he got that no amount of jokes would get him out of this.

"You attacked Black Canary?" The Flash was angry, and that was almost as terrifying as the Bat looming by the stove. It seemed Oliver was already in the bedroom, because a loud yelp came through the open doorway.

Wally groaned, "And why does this whole apartment sell like a brewery?"

"That's not true, Uncle B," Wally fought the urge to grin, "Roy's room smells like a brewery. The living room smells more like Red Volcano's shower products."

Barry crossed his arms, "You're not legally allowed to drink, Kid."

Wally was hoping this whole fiasco was distracting them from the whole Black Canary thing. Another yelp came from the next room, but the two n front of him barely paid it any attention. Batman started towards them, "You couldn't have at least called to let us know where you were?" Barry questioned, "I mean look at you," He motioned towards him, "You're missing your brace, your bandages. Basically everything visible to the naked eye except your cast."

Bruce put a hand on Barry's shoulder, "You're off topic," Batman looked at the teen on the couch, studying him, "Your outburst was completely uncalled for, Kid Flash. Black canary could've taken you down right there and then, and you're lucky she showed restraint."

"This won't happen again," The stoic continued, "Or I will have no choice to suspend your place on the team."

Wally groaned, barely registering the words being spoken to him. When Barry flipped the lights on, he couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward and retched. Batman was not amused when laughter came from both mentors he had let accompany him. Oliver was now watching the exchange with a exhausted Roy at his side.

"We're done here for now," Bruce glared at Wally, "I expect you to be at the Mountain by 0900."

The speedster took a sluggish glance at the clock. It wasn't even six in the morning yet. Hopefully he could catch some more Zs before he had to run. The mentors left the apartment and the red heads were alone again, "I'm going back to bed," Roy called over his shoulder, before slamming his door. Wally couldn't find fault in his logic, and followed suit.

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