I decided to kick this off with some angst Yay! I mean *cries* poor Wally. Anyway I'd just like to say that I'm writing these to get rid of all the half formed ideas and plot bunnies that are all dancing around my skull. These are all just plot bunnies, prompts and drabbles that can be used at your discretion if you so desire. I do however ask that you tell me if you do take an idea just so that I can see what you came up with. Anyways please enjoy!

Still

The ride back to Mount Justice was way to quiet to even possibly be considered comfortable. It's awkward and silent and sets pretty much everyone on edge. And this is supposed to be the part where Wally says something stupid. This is the part where everyone is supposed to laugh. This is the part where everything is supposed to be okay. Only it's not. It's awkward and silent and downright terrifying because Wally hasn't said a word.

Not one fucking word. Not since Robin found him. And it's killing Dick because he can't stop hearing the last things Wally said to him 'Please you didn't find me like this!' He sounded so sad and broken. His voice was rough and horse like he's been screaming. And the image alone of what they probably did to him was too much for Dick.

It wasn't right for Wally of all people, Wally, to look that tired and sick and broken. It wasn't fair to any of them that Wally, their beacon of light the terrestrial embodiment of hope and bliss, to be taken away. To be stolen from them and swapped out with this thing this fucking thing that wasn't Wally. It wasn't right that Wally be replaced with this empty shell that didn't fucking talk.

And it sucks that for as long as he lives Robin knows he's never be able to purge that image from his mind, the one of Wally chained up like an animal. Wally's now dull green eyes, his arms shackled above his head, pants around his ankles, semen splayed across his peach tinted thighs. Dick will never be able to unsee Wally looking so broken and desolate.

So dead.

So. Fucking. Still.