Disclaimer: If you haven't figured out that I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE by the epilogue, you are an idiot.


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Mist: Well here we are; the epilogue to 'Going Rogue' by far the biggest challenge of my life.

Whistle: You certainly have come a long way in all of this. My biggest surprise is that you didn't give up on the story.

Mist: *Angry* And what's THAT supposed to mean?

Whistle: Nothing. Merely pointing out the fact that you get bored of stories very easily.

Mist: So you think the sequels a waste of time?


Mist: Not by a long shot. Did you really think Hartley would let Wally go so easily? Nope, not gonna happen. It would seem that you'll all be stuck with me for yet another story. See you in 'Maze of Nightmares'


Epilogue: The end?


{One week later}

(Wally's POV)

I awoke to a light feeling in my head. Dizzying like the world was spinning just a little too quickly for the rest of me to catch up with. It was a strange feeling, but not at all unpleasant. More like I had fallen asleep on a cloud that was moving in the breeze.

Wait a second… where did I fall asleep again?

I… I don't remember what happened. It's really blurry.

I hear voices around me, people are whispering to each other… But I can't make out who they are or what they are saying. This dizzy feeling still hasn't left me… What is going on here? What happened? Where am I? This doesn't feel like my bed… Did something bad happen to me again? Have I been kidnapped or something –and why do I feel like I'm safer than ever?

Ok, I gotta stay calm… I'll just retrace my steps…

What happened? I remember there being a loud noise… then Hartley led James and me upstairs… then what?

Oh! I remember now!

Red Arrow came and I tricked him so I could escape! Ha, what a loser! Then I ran downstairs and…




My body began twitching as images flooded my mind. Memories of what exactly had happened to me filled my thoughts.

Breaking free of the mind control… restoring my sanity… being weakened… running from Hartley… falling… hurt. Scared. Broken. Hartley pinned and bound me… then he tried to… he tried to…

My eyes opened wide and I screamed at what I saw.

James grinning at me.

But if he's here than I'm…


James backed off quickly and called for someone as I began to hyperventilate. My mind was moving so fast it was buzzing, nothing more than a broken jumbled mess. Why did this happen to me? Why was I-

A pair of strong arms covered in red fabric wrapped around me, pulling me into a red chest with a yellow lightning bolt… A wonderfully familiar voice rang words of comfort in my ears.

I was so happy I began to cry as I clung to my uncle like my life depended on it –and judging by how my life has been lately; it just might.

"Shhh… It's ok Wally," Uncle Barry told me softly as he rubbed my back comfortingly. "He can't hurt you anymore. You're safe now…"

Never have three words been more true…

I pulled away just enough to look at my uncle. I wanted to say so many things. I wanted to apologize for being stupid enough to get myself brainwashed… twice. I wanted to thank him for saving me when I had lost all hope. I wanted to ask why James was here and not with the Rogues. I wanted to ask how long I'd been out for. I wanted to know what had happened to Hartley.

I opened my mouth, but my uncle quickly cut me off.

"James told us about how you first came to the Rogues," he told me, somehow managing to bring horrible news and not make it sound depressing.

I gulped.

"And it still wasn't your fault," My uncle added, smiling gently at me.

I turned away from him in humiliation. "Yes it is…" I said weakly.

James laughed at me. "Wally, you need to learn to see when you're being manipulated," he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Hartley was playing you from the start! You know as well as I do that he can mess with people's minds even without an instrument. He knew exactly what to say, and exactly when to say it –you never stood a chance. No one ever does…"

Despite his initially light tone, James was rather soft-spoken by the end.

I've never heard my friend use that sort of tone. Normally he's rather super happy or hysterical. "Are you un-brainwashed?" I asked him. "Or just on your meds?"

James grinned at me. "The nice Martian girl fixed my head, well as much as she could," James explained to me, his grin slipping to a sad smile. "Turns out being brainwashed for long periods of time screws with your head pretty bad. I have permanent brain damage, so I'll never be able to think normally again."

I winced at his words. "That's awful…"

"I'll live," He told me, returning to his usual grin.

"Speaking of brain damage…" Uncle Barry said weakly, sounding very reluctant to speak –as though the very words were a vial poison.

"What?" I asked him. "I wasn't under for that long… no way the damage could be that bad…"

Uncle Barry sighed sadly. "I-I'll get... I`ll go tell the team that you're awake," He said after a moment's pause. Although judging by the way he spoke, that isn't what he originally was going to say to me.

With that he got up and left, leaving me alone with James.

I turned to look at my friend. "So what are you going to do now?" I asked him, wanting to avoid any awkward silence.

James grinned mischievously at me. "What do you think? I'm going home after you leave," He answered me happily.

I tilted my head in confusion. "But didn't your parents abandon you?" I asked him, remember what he told me during my first night at the Rogues hideout –and damn did that night seem far away now…

James looked at me like I was crazy. "That is not my home," he said in the most serious voice that I've ever heard him use.

"Then who –you don't mean!" Realization hit me like a load of bricks. "But he brainwashed you! How can you think of that hellhole as your home?"

James shrugged. "It's where I grew up," He answered me nonchalantly. "That life is all I know. Sure it's a little demented –but hey, its home."

I stared at him wide-eyed.

The clown shook his head at me. "You don't understand," he told me, "Everyone in this world has a place that they belong. For you that place is with your uncle –and for me it's with the Rogues."

"I guess…" I sighed sadly. "If that's where you want to be…"

"We'll still be friends," James promised me.

"Thanks…" I told him sincerely.

Suddenly the door was flung open and the team (And Uncle Barry) came rushing in. Looks a relief on everyone's faces that I didn't believe I deserved from them. They shouldn't be so happy to see a failure like me…

I smiled weakly at them as they ran over to me.

"How are you feeling?" Robin asked him worriedly.

"My heads still a little dizzy," I answered truthfully. "I'm also more than a little embarrassed about what happened."

"Don't be," My best friend told me. "It wasn't your fault."

"Y-you guys really don't blame me?" I asked them, "Even after… even after knowing that I went with them without a fight? Even though I ran away a second time…"

My uncle put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We never blamed you," he promised me.

I allowed myself to smile slightly, the shadow of doubt still hanging over me.

That's when I overheard something… something I wish I hadn't heard…

"So who's going to tell him the bad news?" Zatanna asked the rest of the team in a hushed whisper that I really wish I hadn't picked up on.

What bad news? I decided to voice my confusion. "What bad news?" I asked everyone, "What are you talking about?"

Everyone looked at me sympathetically, and my uncle squeezed my shoulder slightly. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it only filled me with dread. Just what is this bad news? And how bad can it be if no one wants to say anything?

Robin bit his lip. "I-I can't do it…" he confessed, turning to look at Roy.

Roy let out a sigh. "Wally, do you remember how the Pied Piper had attempted to destroy your mind?" Roy asked me gravely. I nodded and he continued. "When he did that he… he… Your mind was nearly destroyed. Flash got you away from him before he could destroy your mind, but not before he could damage it."

I tilted my head in confusion, trying to understand the situation.

M'gann stepped forwards. "You've been unconscious for a full week," she told me. "In that time I've been trying to repair your mind… but it was left untreated for too long. Much of the damage has already become permanent."

My eyes widened in horror as I began to understand.

"So… my mind is broken?" I asked sadly, taking a sudden interest in the floor.

"It's not 'broken' exactly," James told me reassuringly, "If it was broken you wouldn't be able to be sad about it. It's just damaged, like mine!"

"And we'll help you get better," Uncle Barry promised me. "We… we'll get you into therapy. We'll work through this."

"Can Black Canary be the therapist?" I asked hopefully; remember how well she did when we had that incident with the training exercise gone wrong.

My uncle smiled at me. "Sure Wally," he told me.

I grinned back at him.

Artemis stepped forwards. "I thought we weren't going to tell anymore people about this?" She asked.

Uncle Barry let out a sigh. "We'll try to keep the knowledge of his… condition to a minimum, for Wally's sake, but the people closest to him are going to figure out that he's… acting differently," he said sadly.

I frowned at that. There wasn't anything wrong with me –even if I was damaged.

"Can I see Aunt Iris now?" I asked them, desperate to change the subject from my 'condition'.

Uncle Barry grinned at me. "Of course kiddo," he told me happily, "We'll go right now."

"What are we going to do with him?" Roy asked, motioning to James.

James stuck his tongue out at the archer. "If Wally's leaving then I'll be heading home!" he declared, balancing happily on one foot.

Uncle Barry's eyes widened. "You're seriously going back there?" He asked in disbelief.

The team was also staring at James as though he was crazy. Which was probably the case considering what he just said.

James shrugged. "They're still my family," he explained. "Besides, you talked with Captain Cold and the other Rogues are going to put a stop to his insanity."

"Are they putting him in the loony bin?" I asked hopefully.

"No, unfortunately, they say he's too useful, and still a part of their team," Uncle Barry explained, sounding annoyed. "But they have agreed to force him to go to therapy, they're also going to be monitoring his activities, and will be taking away most of his equipment."

I nodded in understanding.

"What I'd like to know is how they didn't figure out he was a lunatic until now," Roy growled.

Uncle Barry shrugged. "They knew something was wrong with him, but didn't want to think about it," he said. "Apparently they just dubbed it 'teenaged angst' and ignored it."

"Bad move," Robin muttered.

I pouted impatiently. "Home time now?" I asked my uncle, barely taking notice of how immature I was acting.

My uncle smiled at me again. "Of course," He said, helping me stand up.

I smiled back.


And I finally remember where that truly is.


After saying my goodbyes to my team and James, Uncle Barry piggybacked me home (he didn't trust me running on my own yet). Never before in my life had I been so happy to see one building. And knowing what was beyond the door… I couldn't help but smile.

I haven't seen my aunt in months, I bet she missed me.

My thoughts were quickly confirmed, as the moment Uncle Barry opened the door I was swept into a hug.

"Thank god you're safe…" My aunt said softly.

"I missed you…" I told her automatically, wishing that it could be truer. I have missed her, just not for as long as I would have liked.

My aunt and uncle then led me inside, sitting me down on the couch.

"You're going to be ok," My aunt promised me, still holding me tightly. "We… we've even made a cover story for you. And the Rogues promised not to reveal your identity."

I grinned to myself. I guess the Rogues really must have liked me.

"What's the cover story?" I asked her.

My aunt smiled sadly at me. "We'll tell everyone that you ran away after getting into a fight with your uncle about school," she explained to me. "Then your uncle found you passed out in our backyard with no memory of what had happened to you, and brain damage."

I nodded in understanding. The story sounded believable, so it worked for me.

"And for the hero part of you… well everyone already knew that Kid Flash was being brainwashed," Uncle Barry explained, "Some of the rookies at the station figured it out, and posted it all over the net."

I giggled, remembering two of the rookies I ran into during my time as 'Blitz'.

My uncle patted me on the shoulder. "So how's that?" He asked me. "Everything's going to be fine…"

There was an awkward silence.

"I'm tired," I declared randomly.

Uncle Barry smiled at me as he led me to my room. Once there he sat me down on my bed and asked me if I wanted a glass of water.

I nodded at him and he took off.

I'm not quite sure why I did what I did next, but I'm glad I did.

At of strange curiosity, I felt the odd need to check under my bed for monsters. So I climbed off my bed and looked for a monster. I didn't find one, but what I did find made me scream…

In a half second my uncle was by my side. "What is it?" He asked me worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened? Are you ok?"

I pointed to something small and mechanical under my bed. It looked like a transceiver of sorts, and it bared the resemblance of one of Hartley's machines…

My uncle grabbed the small machine and examined it in his fingers. "What is this thing?" He wondered out loud. "How did it get here?"

"The Pied Piper put it there," A voice spoke stoically from behind us.

My uncle and I jumped and spun around, seeing Batman in all his dark knight glory.

"Piper? But I thought the older Rogues were going to keep an eye on him?" Uncle Barry questioned.

"From my research it was placed here nearly a year ago," Batman answered coolly.

My uncle's eyes widened in horror, but I simply tilted my head in confusion. Just how had Hartley known where my bedroom was?

Batman stepped forwards and took the devise from Uncle Barry. "It would seem that they stumbled upon your identities sooner than you thought," He explained. "The Pied Piper has been planning this since, maybe even before that. This devise was designed to emit a brainwashing frequency when it detects that Wally is asleep."

"What a weirdo," I giggled.

Batman looked at me like I was crazy.

"Piper nearly destroyed Wally's mind," Uncle Barry explained. "During the final battle when Wally tried to escape him. I got there in time, but there was already unfixable damage and… -hey wait a second! How do you know anything about this? We were keeping it a secret from the rest of the league!"

"Did you really think you could hide this from me?" Batman asked.

"He has a point," I pointed out, "He is THE Batman."

"Point noted," Uncle Barry grumbled.

That's when something occurred to me. "Hey wait a second!" I squealed in delight. "If that thing has been brainwashing me in my sleep for nearly a year… than it really wasn't my fault that I ran away! I'm not a traitor!"

"That's right!" Uncle Barry agreed, hugging me tightly again.

"I'll leave you two alone for now," Batman said. "But after you're done, Flash, come to the Watch Tower. We need to have a talk about you keeping secrets from the league and using our covert opts team without telling anyone."

And just like that, Batman left the room.

My uncle looks nervously at the spot the dark knight had left through. "I am going to get such an earful…" He muttered half to himself.

I grinned at my uncle and hugged/tackled him. "Thanks for not giving up on me…" I told him, not caring how cliché I sounded right now.

My uncle hugged me back. "I'll always be there for you…" He promised me.

And everything was finally alright. Or so I thought at the time…

The End?


Mist: Ok, all finished! But I will be taking a two(Maybe three) week break to sort out my plans before starting the sequel.

Whistle: Also, we heard about what happened in the states… that massacre

Mist: Our hearts go out to the victims. We pray for the quick recovery of the injured and the safe journey for the spirits of the dead.

Whistle: We wish the families and friends of the victims good will, and hope that the recovery will be quick.

Mist: Good bye for now…

Both: Please review, and leave suggestions for what you would like to see in the sequel.

Mist: Here's a preview (The summary thing)

'Traumatized and broken, Wally tries to pick up the pieces of his broken life while trying to deal with the nightmares of what Hartley did to him. But fate always has had a wicked streak... Will he ever be free? Or is he still a puppet stuck in a Maze of Nightmares?'