Disclaimer: I don't own 'Young Justice' or 'Total Drama Island'. If I did, I wouldn't have to write fanfiction about them.

Author's Note: Okay, so, the basic premise of this story is, as the title suggests, putting Wally into the 'Total Drama' universe. This will basically be a retelling of TDI with Wally as one of the original 22 contestants (replacing Harold), with quite a few things alone the way being effected as Wally reacts to certain situations in different fashions and causes ripple effects throughout the game. Anyway, without further adieu, on with the story...

Standing on the bow of the speeding yacht, the wind and salty spray of the sea hitting his freckled face and a duffle bag at his feet as he approached the island setting of a decrepit old summer camp, the 16 year old Wallace Rudolph West cursed the day that a certain Boy Wonder had ever been born.

"Wally!" Greeted his host with a smile, filled with perfectly presented warmth and mirth, as the yacht came to a stop at the ricketiest old dock the red head had ever seen, "Great to see ya buddy!"

"Chris," Wally returned, not quite as jovially, as he jumped down onto the dock. His eyes cast out, past the dark haired host, to see the rest of teenagers behind him. He was the 16th to have arrived of the planned 22, but already he was struck with the diversity of the group. No two individuals seemed to match in size, shape or style... well, other than the pig-tailed twins, but even then it was only style.

"Nice to see you again," he said through gritted teeth.

"Heh heh," Chris chuckled, turning back to the crowd behind him to explain the hostility, "Wally here claims that someone forged his signature on his entry forms... buuut, since he can't prove it, the courts are forcing him to honor his contract. Lucky him, right?"

Despite the uncharacteristic frown marring his usually cheerful face, several of the gathered teens gave welcoming waves to the newest contestant, who halfheartedly waved back as he moved over to join them, and, after a moment's pause slapped his hand against the raised one offered by the blonde dude in the cowboy hat.

"Yo, dude," he said, wearing a smile that seemed too wide to be possible, "Name's Geoff."

Wally nodded his own greeting as the high five turned into a simple handshake with a big and broad black boy named DJ, the duo somehow absorbing him to stand between them.

A moment later the next yacht arrived and Chris had moved on to welcoming 'the Codemeister' to the island. After the Casanova wannabe came the musclebound Eva, followed by the cheerful as he was large Owen. Prim and polite Courtney and the male Adonis, Justin, with the 22nd and final contestant arriving not long after.

"Hi Chris!" The girl waved chirpily, bouncing around on the bow of her yacht as it neared. "Hi! Hi! Hi!"

It was right around then that Wally started paying attention, mainly because his fellow green-eyed red head, Izzy, managed to trip as she jumped from her yacht, smashing her chin on the edge of the wooden structure on her way down as she fell into the water below.

"Dude..." Tyler, a tracksuit sporting boy of Asian descent who had arrived sometime before Wally, hissed as he and numerous others winced sympathetically.

Wally didn't notice that. Years as the partner of the famed Central City hero 'the Flash' compelled him to act and he'd started moving the moment Izzy hit the dock and barely even a second later he was diving in right after her.

A few of the contestants managed to get to the edge of the dock in time to see the surface of the water, not yet calm after two such large disturbances, broke yet again as Wally and Izzy's heads appeared, Wally's arm hooking under Izzy's shoulder and encircling her torso, holding her afloat.

"Here!" Courtney offered urgently, crouching down and offering a hand to the supposedly injured girl, "I'll help you up."

"Ugh," she slurred woozily as both Courtney and Wally helped her back onto the dock, crouching heavily on all fours as though disorientated, "That felt so... good!"

In a flash, Izzy had leapt to her feet, her mouth spilling words at speeds that impressed even Wally as he lugged himself up after her.

"Except for hitting my chin," she continued, oblivious to the stares she was receiving as she looked around wildly, "This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mache here? Are we having lunch soon?"

"That," Wally muttered dully, pulling himself to his feet, sneakers and socks squelching unpleasantly as water was squeezed out of them, "Is a good question. You sure you're okay, though?"

"I'm fine," she beamed proudly, "Nothing can keep Izzy down!"

"First thing's first," Chris interrupted, walking between them as he pulled a camera from his back pocket, "We need a group picture for the promos, so if everyone would gather at the end of the dock..."

Rolling his eyes at the host, Wally followed the crowd, winding up on the far left side of the group, right next to a very attractive blonde named Lindsey with Izzy crouching down in front of him.

"Say Wawanakwa!" Chris cheered, safely aboard the yacht as he waited for the inevitable.

"Wawanakwaaaaaargh!" The group replied... just as the rickety old dock collapsed under their collective weight, leaving Chris to capture a perfect moment of the entire cast falling into the water below.

"I love my job."

30 minutes later, having dried off and received a short tour of the camp's facilities, as well as a reminder of the omnipresent cameras and being told of the 'Confessional Can', Wally found himself on the male side of the 'Killer Bass' cabin, where the guys of his newly assigned team were unpacking as they exchanged a few basic pleasantries.

Wally gloomily flung his duffle bag up onto one of the top bunks, noticing afterwards that DJ had already claimed the bottom for his own when the much larger boy decided to get to know his bunkmate.

"Hi," he smiled, "Hope you don't snore."

Wally grinned guiltily as he looked down at DJ, "Just a little. Don't worry though, I've been told that I'll shut up if you whack me on the shoulder."

"Good to know," DJ smirked, before the meaty sound of a fist hitting flesh caught his ears and he looked over to the other side of the room, where it seemed that Duncan had just 'convinced' the much smaller Ezekiel to give up his own top bunk in favor of the mohawked punk. "Though I get the feeling that Duncan'll be only too happy to lend a hand in that situation."

"Yeah..." Wally muttered, realizing that same truth, "Maybe I should try and get a handle on my snoring."

Confessional Can: 10 minutes later

"Alright," Wally spoke plainly into the camera, safely secure in the privacy of the confessional can, "So, here's the deal. I didn't really sign up for this. A friend of mine forged my signature as a joke and then the whole thing just snowballed when I was accepted for the show. And, to be honest, ever since the courts said that I had to compete, well, I was planning on just getting myself voted off ASAP and heading home."

"But, now that I'm here..." he reluctantly admitted, "That $100,000 is looking awful tempting. And it's not like my teammates exactly suck..."

"I mean, sure," Wally shrugged, "Duncan probably belongs back in juvie... and Zeke and Sadie kinda weird me out, not to mention Izzy... but the rest of the Bass all seem decent enough."

"I don't know," he finally decided, leaning back on the crapper on which he was seated, "I guess I'll see how the first challenge goes and figure things out from there."

"Mph," Wally practically moaned as he stuffed his face with food, much to the astonishment of any and all nearby campers, as well as Chris and even Chef Hatchet himself.

"Hey," he mumbled through a mouthful of slop, noticing that neither of his neighbors at the table, DJ and Geoff, were touching their plates, "You guys gonna eat that?"

Both of the larger boys immediately glanced towards their Sloppy Joes, emphasis on the 'Sloppy', noticing that their meals were actually starting to shuffle away from their plates, before they speedily shoved their trays in front of their red headed teammate, who graciously fell upon them with all the enthusiasm of a cheetah pouncing on a particularly plump gazelle.

"Dude..." Duncan asked almost reverently, from the chair opposite Wally's own "How can you eat that?"

"Hmm?" Wally paused in his meal, noticing that he was drawing a fair amount of attention. More so than is considered wise for a superhuman trying to conceal their abilities from the world. "I'm, uh..."

That was a loaded question. The truth was that, as a speedster, Wally's incredibly quick metabolism had required a palate that was almost universally accepting of anything that could fit into his mouth (thanks in no small part to the vast majority of his taste buds being pretty much dead so, really, anything strong enough for him to actually taste seemed phenomenal to him), but somehow he doubted that that was the answer he should give.

"I'm hyperglycemic," he told them, swallowing his mouthful before he continued and hoping that either this portion of the show wouldn't air or that no one would think to check his claims. "I usually have to eat these absolutely disgusting power bars just to keep my energy up. Compared to that, this stuff isn't half bad."

It wasn't exactly a lie, per se. Wally did have to munch on a lot of specially made power bars to keep up with his metabolism, after all. And he'd been told by numerous people (many of whom had immediately learned that it was never funny to steal a speedster's food) that the things tasted positively vile to most folk.

As luck would have it, even if anyone had had the information necessary to call Wally out on his falsifications, Chris, who was satisfied by the answer (due largely to the fact that he truly did not care), quickly stole their attention as he gave the assembled teens their instructions for the first challenge.

Apparently, they needed to get changed into their swimsuits.

"Hey, man, wicked scars" Geoff noticed as the Killer Bass, already changed into their swimwear, began to hike up to the cliff where they would be meeting Chris. "How'd you get'em?"

Wally's eyes immediately darted to his exposed torso. Though his uniform was kevlar lined and the rate of his metabolism usually meant he healed pretty quickly, preventing most scars from lingering, there were still a few thin white lines of scar tissue that appeared randomly across his upper body, along with a few puckered circles that looked suspiciously like old bullet wounds and a small patch of skin on the small of his back that had never healed quite right after a serious case of road rash. A memento from one of the first and only times he had allowed himself to trip whilst moving faster than the speed of sound.

"Oh, nowhere interesting," he lied dismissively, "I'm just a bit of a klutz."

"Heh, I know how that goes," Bridgette smiled sympathetically, "You should see the scars I've got under this wetsuit."

"Sure!" Geoff blurted at the thought of seeing the surfer girl with lessened coverage, before the party animal realized that that might not have been a serious offer, "I mean... hey, is that the cliff!"

Geoff immediately hurried forwards, leaving a blushing Bridgette behind with the rest of the Killer Bass to catch up to him.

Wally peered cautiously over the edge of the seemingly thousand foot cliff, along with three or four of the other contestants as they tried to gauge exactly how dead they would be after making the jump that constituted their challenge.

In all honesty, he didn't really get what all the fuss was about. Then again, Wally had been doing what most people would consider daredevil stunts on a fairly regular basis ever since he'd gained his super speed, so perhaps his opinion wasn't 100% impartial.

"First challenge is easy," Chris smirked at the contestants, grabbing their attention as he begun to explain the nuances of the game, "All you gotta do is make the jump and you win a point for your team. Team with the most points at the end gets a major advantage in the next part of the challenge. Oh, and try to land in the small target zone... we're almost completely pretty sure that there aren't any sharks in there."

"So," he clapped his hands together, beaming at the teens, "Team Killer Bass is up. Who wants to go first?"

Timidly stepping forward, the blonde surfer girl, Bridgette, hesitantly volunteered.

"It can't be that bad," she reasoned as she stepped up to the edge and carefully peered down, "Right?"

"I dunno," Chris shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm not the one who tested it out."

"Right," Bridge assured herself, "Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks. Piece of cake."

And with that, she jumped, easily making it into the safe zone and kickstarting the remaining Killer Bass into gear.

Tyler, emboldened by her success, dove in next, followed by Geoff, Eva, Duncan and even Ezekiel, all of whom landed safely and without trouble.

Then came DJ.

"I don't think I can do this, man," he whimpered, staring fearfully down the cliff.

"Scared of heights?" Queried Chris innocently.

"Yeah," DJ nodded, "Ever since I was a kid."

"That's alright buddy," the host smiled serenely, "It just means you're a big old chicken."

"C'mon DJ," Wally stepped up next to the colossal teen, recognizing that he would need a push (perhaps literally), placing a hand gently on his shoulder and physically preventing him from turning away from the cliff, "If Zeke survived, I think you'll be fine."

"Yeah, but," DJ tried to back out, closing his eyes and refusing to look down, "I just can't do it."

"But the team needs you to," Wally wheedled, noticing the way that DJ's body seemed to steel at that. "What if all of the Gophers make it over the edge, huh? We'd lose without you!"

"You're right," he said strongly, standing tall and proud, ready to take on the world, "Momma didn't raise no quitter! I can't let my team down!"

It was then that he took another glance down at the lake below and wilted.

"Uh," he whimpered pitifully, closing his eyes, "Do you think you could give me a push?"

Wally shrugged, "If you say so."

One tiny little shove later and DJ went toppling over the edge, screaming in terror the whole way down before he landed safely in the target zone.

"Emotional crap," Chris declared, "Boring. Who wants to go next?"

The mocha skinned Courtney carefully stepped up to the edge, Wally taking his cue to take a step back and rejoin Izzy and Sadie.

"Excuse me, Chris," she said plainly, glancing disdainfully over the edge to the water below,"I have a medical condition."

"What condition?"

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off of cliffs."

"You can always chicken out," Chris shrugged, before turning back to the remaining Killer Bass, "Unless one of you would like to help her?"

"Ooh, ooh, my turn!" Izzy cheered, eagerly bouncing up to stand next to Courtney at the edge of the cliff.

"Look," Courtney offered, politely, if condescendingly, "That's nice of you, but you're not going to convince me to- hey!"

Izzy had stopped listening, casually reaching out and shoving the other girl over the edge with a manic grin.

"Heh heh," she beamed back at Chris, even as Courtney's screams were cut off by a rather loud 'splash' as she landed in the water below, "That was fun!"

"Yes. Yes it was," Chris smiled back at her, turning back to Wally, "See? That's what you shoulda done with DJ. Just walk right up and push. Much more entertaining."

"Sadie," he then called, "You're up!"

"I'm not jumping without Katie," the plump girl cried vehemently, stepping away from the Killer Bass to stand with her BFF and the Screaming Gophers.

"We have to be on the same team, Chris," Katie pleaded, "Please?"

"Please?" Both girls were now begging, jumping around Chris as they tried desperately to convince him, "Can we? Can we? Can we?"

It was then that Wally noticed that Izzy, already bored of the duo's antics, was raising her hand, "I'll sw-"

Wally clamped a hand over her mouth and shushed her.

"Hey, Chris," he called out, forcing himself not to let go as Izzy started to lick the palm of his hand. Robin often used similar tactics when Wally tried to shut him up (usually whenever they were in public and his preferred method of simply placing Wally into a submission hold would raise suspicions), so it wasn't difficult to ignore. "If it's alright with the Screaming Gophers, why don't we just let Sadie switch places with one of them?"

Chris, focussed on the incredibly irritating pair in front of him, did not notice that Wally was still silencing Izzy and, due to his notoriously thin patience, broke.

"Fine," he relented, turning to the team that had yet to jump, "Ladies of the Screaming Gophers. Do we have any volunteers to switch places with Tweedle Dimwit over here?"

Gwen, the generally lovable goth, immediately glanced around at her teammates, noticing several that she'd already come to dislike. Heather rubbed her the wrong way. Lindsey was an idiot. Owen seemed nice... but he seriously stank up the cabin and Cody had already tried to perv on her once today. Plus, her bunk had been destroyed during the whole cockroach fiasco...

"Sure," she shrugged, stepping forward, "I'll switch."

"Perfect," Chris sighed, waving Sadie and Katie over to the Screaming Gophers, not paying any mind to a cursing Wally, who's hand had finally left Izzy's mouth after the girl had given up on licking and started biting enthusiastically, "Now you two stay over there until it's your turn to jump."

"What was that for?" Wally muttered irritably, rubbing at his injured hand and not releasing his hold as Izzy continued to gnash her teeth together, "Now neither of us have to deal with the gruesome twosome!"

"Oooh," Izzy straightened, free of the speedster's grip as her mind worked to understand the thinking of her teammate. If she had volunteered, then Wally would have been forced to deal with both Katie and Sadie. By doing it his way, however, Wally had managed to get both of them away from himself as well as Izzy. "Devious. Izzy likes."

Confessional Can

"Okay," Wally admitted to the camera, "Maybe dumping Sadie from the team wasn't the nicest thing to do, but I don't think I could've dealt with her and Katie... which is weird now that I think about it. I used to love girls like them."

Smirking slightly in the corner of his mouth, Wally chuckled, "But I guess that was before I started dating this girl back home. You hear that, Artemis? You're corrupting me!"

"Oh, and while I'm talking to you," he remembered, before continuing under his breath, "(Assuming this thing even airs.) Try and keep Rob alive for me. I wanna kill him when I get home for stranding me out here in the first place!"

With the team switching done, Chris quickly announced it to be Wally's turn, which he completed without hesitation, taking a quick, three step run up before diving off the cliff.

"Hmm," Izzy mused to herself thoughtfully after watching Wally take the leap, "Sexy red head... Intriguing scars... Devious mind... Reckless abandon... how is he with explosives?"

"Well," Chris interjected loudly, pulling out a file labeled 'Confidential' from who knows where and studying it critically, "According to this here permanent record, Wally's been involved in numerous infractions at his high school involving stink bombs and other small scale chemical weapons... and he somehow managed to blow up his bedroom with a child safe chemistry set when he was 12. A couple of forensic scientists are still trying to figure out how he pulled that one off."

Eyes widening with interest and joy, Izzy's mouth twisted into a manic grin.

"Ladies," she called out loudly to Gwen and the Screaming Gophers behind her, "Izzy's calling dibs!"

A moment later, she took her own running leap off the cliff, giggling maniacally all the way down and leaving Chris to chuckle at her outburst.

"Someone should probably tell her that Wally's got a girlfriend back home," he mused thoughtfully, once the group had heard the telltale 'splash' informing them that Izzy had hit the water. "Nahh. This'll be way more fun!"

Wally watched safely from the shore as Gwen made the final jump for the Killer Bass team, leaving them with a perfect score of 11/11 jumpers.

"Yes!" Geoff cheered, "Alright man! No way we can lose!"

This time, when Geoff offered the high five, Wally accepted it enthusiastically and without hesitation, and they and DJ turned to watch as the Screaming Gophers took their turn.

At first, it seemed like a tie was imminent. Heather came crashing down into the lake, Leshawna not long after and with Lindsey hot on their heels. Katie and Sadie made the leap together and Cody then led the way for Noah and Justin.

With only three divers remaining, however, tragedy struck the Gophers when Beth proved unable to jump. Though the remaining Gophers, Trent and Own, tried to convince her, they ultimately failed, and neither of the boys had the heart to force the girl over the edge.

"Alright campers," Chris jeered, walking calmly down to the beach with Trent, Owen and Beth, who was forced to don the chicken hat of shame, in tow, "Since Beth is a little fraidy cat, first challenge goes to the Killer Bass!"

The host left a little pause in there for the winning team to cheer their victory.

"Now, as the victors," he continued, "You guys get a major advantage for this next part of the challenge. Over to your left, you will see a large number of crates. Inside are the various components needed to construct a functioning hot tub. First team to get the crates back to camp and put the thing together gets a totally rocking hot tub party tonight while the losers send someone home."

"For your advantage," Chris explained cheerfully, drawing the teens' attention to a number of carts with a wave of his hand, "The Killer Bass get to use these to pull the crates along. Now get going!"

Between Duncan, Eva, DJ and Geoff, moving the crates onto the carts was no problem, and moving them from there was even easier. The tricky part was waiting for them at the campsite.

Opening the crates with their teeth was a challenge and a half, but, despite several team members getting minor rope burn and splinters in their lips and tongues, the Killer Bass managed it before the Screaming Gophers even arrived at the cabins.

Once the hard part was done with, actually constructing the hot tub was something of a breeze. Geoff had put dozens of the things together in preparation for various parties in his life and, well, Wally knew how to make a functioning EMP generator out of things lying around Mount Justice. Compared to that a hot tub was easy to figure out, even with Courtney's attempts to take charge of the operation and Izzy's multiple endeavors to try and turn several mechanisms into explosives.

Izzy was really starting to worry a few people.

But with DJ desperately trying to make up for his almost failing to make the jump and just about everyone else being mostly willing to lend a hand towards their victory, the hot tub was soon constructed and the Killer Bass declared the victors of the day's challenge.

"Perfect," Chris announced, "Screaming Gophers. I'll see you at the Campfire Ceremony after dinner. Say goodbye to one of your teammates!"

A half hour later, as the sun started to set on the horizon, both of the teams assembled in the dining hall to eat another meal of Chef's disgusting slop. Well, disgusting to everyone bar Wally, who still insisted that, at the very least, it was edible and, despite appearances to the contrary, somewhat nutritious. Probably.

As he ate, Wally chatted amiably with DJ and Geoff, occasionally sharing words with Bridgette, Izzy and others as they all darted in and out of conversations.

"Man," DJ sighed, looking over at the much less cheery Screaming Gopher table, where it looked as though Beth, the girl who had cost her team the challenge, was set to be voted off first, "It's a shame that they have to vote someone off. I still can't believe we won."

"I'm not, eh," Ezekiel announced confidently, "After all, we've got six guys on our team."

Ezekiel failed to notice Bridgette's confused frown or Eva leaning dauntingly towards him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The wrestler asked sternly.

"Well, you know," Zeke shrugged obliviously, "Guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls, and the Gophers only have 5 dudes on their team, so we had a pretty major advantage."

"Dude," Wally breathed as he shook his head softly, noticing that now both Gwen and Izzy were moving to join Bridgette and Eva in their preparations to pound the home-schooled teen.

Before Zeke could continue his unwitting endeavor to dig his own grave, Geoff stepped in. Honestly trying to save the little dude from his fate, but ultimately failing when Zeke revealed that he was not yet done, further stating that he believed, not only was it his duty to protect and aid the females of the camp, but that he and the other males were naturally more intelligent than them as well.

Confessional Can

"Well Zeke's screwed," Wally bluntly stated, though the audience was already well aware of the fact, "Dude is so unbelievably lucky that the Gopher's lost today's challenge."

Pausing for a moment to let out a few chuckles, Wally slowly started to sober as he looked up and stared at the camera.

"Well, Artemis," he gave a small wave, "If you're watching this, I guess I'm staying here for a while. I mean, the Bass won this round and, to be honest, I don't think that I could get voted off before Ezekiel if I tried at this point. So... I guess I'll see you later then. Hopefully when I'm a hundred thousand dollars richer!"