|In The Grave
Author: Adoglover5 PM
"You might want to breathe slowly, or you could simply put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger, or anyway you want…You're going to die down here Baby Flash"Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Suspense - Wally W./Kid Flash - Chapters: 22 - Words: 40,149 - Reviews: 360 - Favs: 251 - Follows: 138 - Updated: 12-02-11 - Published: 04-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6896690
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Author's Note: Hi everyone this is my first fic, that i've actually had the guts to post on here, so please be nice.
Summary: "You might want to breathe slowly, or you could simply put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger, or anyway you want...You're going to die down here Baby Flash"
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, if did there would be new episodes on right now!
Chapter One: The Couch Potato and The Rouges
Central City, September 17, 20:00 CDT
"Have you been sitting around staring at the TV all day?" Wally's aunt Iris asked walking into the living room finding her nephew with a zombie look on his face staring at the TV.
It had been awhile since Batman had assigned to team a mission, so Wally had decided to take over his aunts living room making it his own personal pig pen; trash littered the area around him, empty two liters of Mountain Dew, candy wrappers, bags of chips, and pizza boxes.
The red-head answered with a simple grunt as he stuffed a potato chip in his mouth.
"Just because you haven't had missions doesn't mean you need to sit around and do nothing Wally" Iris said sternly as she began to pick up the mess her nephew had left in her living room.
Still no response came from the red-head as he continued his zombie stare at the TV as '1000 ways to die' returned from its commercial break.
Iris sighed and stepped in front of the TV blocking the speedster from the brain cell killing show, "You've rested enough, time for Kid Flash to go back to work!"
Wally leaned to the side trying to look around his aunt to see what was happening on the screen, all he caught before his aunt stepped in front of him was that it was #638.
"Wally!" Iris repeated snapping her fingers in front of his face and still getting no response, sighing she began to her hunt for the remote.
Wally continued his zombie stare as he watched the two people on the TV started to suffocate after snorting fire ants.
The screen suddenly turned black, and the trance was broken.
"I was watching that" Wally whined.
"No more TV Wally, time for Kid Flash to return to his superhero duties" Iris said sternly shooing him off the couch.
"But Uncle Barry isn't here, can't I go tomorrow?" Wally whined trying to give his aunt the best puppy face he could come up with.
"No, you've made the living room your personal pig pen long enough" Iris said leading her nephew to the front door.
"Can't we talk about this?"
"No Central City needs patrolling"
"But I don't want to go alone!"
"Then go see your friends"
"They're busy, and Bats said there are still no missions"
Iris shoved Wally's Kid Flash uniform into his arms, and gently pushed him out of the door and onto the porch.
"Come on Aunt Iris" Wally whined turning around facing his aunt.
"Go save the world Wally" Iris smiled as she shut the door leaving the teenager standing in the humid summer air.
"Can I at least have a candy bar for my cupboards?" Wally asked.
The door quickly opened, and candy bar was shoved into his hands and the door was shut once more.
"Also can you make cookies for when I get back?" Wally asked and getting no response on the other side of the door. "Please?"
Central City, September 17, 21:00 CDT
A hole in the wall was the best way to describe the old broken down restaurant on 4th Street in Central City.
The air was thick with smoke, yelling, cussing and fisting flying were a normal occurrence at the deteriorating restaurant.
At one table under a flickering light sat four figures that were known as the four Rouges of Central City.
Captain Cold, the leader of the four Central City Rouges. Best known for his cold gun this is able to create blast of cold with temperatures going as low as zero degrees Kelvin.
Mirror Master, best known for his variety of mirror weapons allowing him to transport himself and other through mirrors, and create holographic duplicates of himself.
Captain Boomerang; known for his series of advanced boomerangs which range from explosive-boomerangs, gas boomerangs, razor boomerangs and acid-spewing boomerangs.
Finally the Trickster who is not really respected by the other Rouges, and his suggestions are normally ruled out. They are also not very fond of his forming friendship with Kid Flash.
"Now that were all out of jail, we need to come up with a plan to take down the Flash" Captain Boomerang said.
"Not just the Flash, also that little brat sidekick of his, Baby Flash" Mirror Master said.
"We'd be running this city if it weren't for the Flash and Baby Flash, its time to get serious no more games" Captain Cold said angrily. "Its time we finally take the Flash down."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Mirror Master asked.
"Pour superglue all over the streets! That would stick it to him!" Trickster suggested a huge smile across his face, but it quickly vanished seeing the glares on him from the other rouges.
"Before Trickster throws out anymore more ridiculous suggestions, what are you planning to do to the Flash?" Boomerang asked annoyed, giving the Trickster a swift smack to the back of the head.
Trickster yelped rubbing the back of his head glaring at Boomerang who simply looked away, ignoring Trickster completely.
"We're not going after the Flash this time…" Cold said an evil sneer made its away across his lips, "We're going after Baby Flash"
Evil grins appeared on the faces of the Rouges at suggestion.
"How do you know it will work?" Mirror Master asked.
Cold smiled evilly, "You make Baby Flash suffer, you make Flash suffer"
"How do you plan on catching the brat" Boomerang asked wanting to know if Cold had thoroughly planned this out.
"Lure him with bait, they always respond to a cry for help" Cold said letting out a small chuckle.
"Oh! Oh! How about we freeze the streets and dump dog vomit on him!" Trickster broke in, sounding very proud of himself with his new plan.
The three rouges looked at each other and shook their heads, not knowing why they allowed him in their group in the first place.
Cold slammed his fist on the table causing the other three to flinch in surprise, "That's the reason we're a laughing stock of all the Justice League criminals." Cold hissed "With this plan the Rouges will no longer be the laughing stock of the Justice League"
"You're positive it will work?" Mirror Master asked knowing failure means going back to jail for all of them.
"I've already tested it" Cold said darkly, "It will break Baby Flash within hours, and bring Flash to his knees to get his precious sidekick back"
"Then lets hear it" Mirror Master sneered.
Author's Note: I'm not really fond of the Rouge dialogue, I tried to think of a better way to have it play out but I was having trouble, after about a week of staring at my computer screen I just thought I should give it a shot. I tried my best please be nice.
Until next time, Peace Out!