There are an infinite number of parallel universes, in which an infinite number of possibilities play out. Sometimes these worlds are so similar that one could spend lifetimes searching for the differences and never find them. Others are so drastically different that an individual from one universe would not even recognize the Earth of another. There are worlds with differences so trivial as one insignificant child deciding on a different breakfast beverage on morning, and others so dissimilar that humans are not even the dominant species on Earth.
In the universe you are all familiar with, the young man known as Wallace Rudolph West grew up idolizing his uncle, Barry Allen, to the point where, upon learning of his dual identity as 'the Flash', Wally put to work his prodigious young mind towards duplicating his hero's abilities, eventually becoming the teen sidekick 'Kid Flash.
But, in another, something else happened. A different chain of events unfolded, kicked off by the slightest of decisions.
When Wally was young, only six years old, his parents, Rudolph and Mary, arranged a trip. They were to be attending a conference in Cleveland for a week and had decided that bringing their son along with them would be inconvenient to them all. Now, that is not to say that they did not love their son, rather, they knew that Wally would be bored senseless and would not appreciate being dragged along. Instead, they petitioned their relatives for a babysitter.
In the universe you are all familiar with, Rudolph's sister Iris, and her still new boyfriend Barry, volunteered for the post. Here, however, Iris found herself swamped by work and could not free herself.
Instead, Mary's sister, Pamela Isley, agreed to take care of Wally, and the youngster was dropped off in Gotham City, where his aunt was studying as a budding botanist.
Instead of being amazed and transfixed by Barry Allen's anecdotes about forensic sciences and the various cases he had worked on, Wally spent the week equally enchanted by his aunt's tales of environmental exploits and botanical research.
When the week was over and Wally was returned to his parents, he maintained a close relationship with his Aunt Pam, one that he had been meant to forge with Barry and Iris. And, whenever the Wests were required to go out of town from then on, Wally would be shipped off to Gotham City to spend time with his dearly beloved aunt.
Until, of course, the Incident.
It was years before anyone discovered how it had happened. All anyone knew at the time was that Dr. Pamela Isley was transformed, becoming the being dubbed by the media as 'Poison Ivy', an eco-terrorist who utilized her plant-like abilities in her attempts to 'purify' Gotham City, returning it to a primordial state where vegetation could be free of the threat of man's pollution.
She was depicted as a monster, an insane, tree-hugging, temptress... but her nephew believed in her. Wally could never doubt his aunt and, though he was unable to contact her, he knew that she was not as the reporters claimed.
He made excuses for her. He focussed on her environmentalist goals rather than her methods and denied any allegations that she was a murderer. He idolized her still. She was the same way she ever was, he insisted, though he rarely got the chance to see her. Maybe a touch more enthusiastic about plants, but that was only to be expected.
And, as Poison Ivy began a vicious cycle of incarceration, escape, and battle with the Gotham hero 'Batman', Wally worked towards a newfound goal.
He had discovered her origins, you see. Whilst he and his mother had cleaned out Isley's home after her first incarceration, he had found several of her journals, detailing her research and experiments. One of these specifying the work she had been doing with Dr. Jason Woodrue at the time of her transformation. A formula to meld vegetative and mammalian DNA.
Wally was only twelve, but he understood the implications of his discovery, and he confronted his aunt when next he was allowed to visit her in Arkham Asylum.
She told him the truth, that Woodrue had injected her with the unfinished formula when their funding was threatened, in an attempt to prove it successful to their investors. And how, after learning to speak to the plants that surrounded her, she had vowed to rid the world of the pollution that continued to threaten them.
The twelve year old Wally was enraptured by his aunt's description, and, when the guards came to escort her away in chains, back to her cell, he vowed to help her in any way he could. It was as his mother began the long drive back to Missouri that the wheels in Wally's mind began to spin, searching for ways that he could do exactly that, and he started to leaf through his aunt's journal, stopping on the page where the mutagenic plant formula was displayed.
'I could make this,' he thought silently, running figures and calculations through his head as Mary drove obliviously onwards, 'I could be just like her.'
Months after the discovery of Isley's journal, Wally bustled about his bedroom, his heart racing in his excitement. Today was the Day.
He'd spent weeks putting the formula together, with much of that time spent simply acquiring the necessary chemicals (his Aunt Iris's new husband may have been missing a few things from his supply kit) and preparing them as the journal dictated. That had actually been the easy part.
Almost a quarter of his room was taken up by potted plants, venus fly traps, roses, briars and several others, all carefully cultivated to provide him with some of the necessary genetic material.
Meticulously placing a few drops of the briar extract into his concoction was the finishing touch. The formula was ready.
In his excitement, Wally darted to the draws of his desk, plucking a hypodermic needle from its depths, carefully removing it from its sterile packaging before drawing the green fluid into it.
Holding the needle in his hand, Wally stared at it, knowing without a doubt that this next minute would irrevocably alter his life. For a moment he pondered the consequences of that change, what would happen if this was successful? Worse, what would happen if it wasn't?
He didn't linger on those thoughts, however, and his mind soon settled on the most optimistic possibility. He, as Poison Ivy's super-powered sidekick, a hero to the environment, he and his aunt recognized for their genius.
He grinned, and without another thought plunged the needle into his arm, emptying its contents as he tried to hide his wince of pain.
The fluid began to speed through his bloodstream, dispersed by Wally's racing heart, and he watched, transfixed, as his skin began to pale, radiating outwards from the needle, turning almost green before his eyes.
He could feel the changes take ahold of his body, he could feel himself grow stronger, and his awareness grew, spreading throughout the room as he began to ifeel/i the plants that surrounded him.
He could also feel himself grow weaker as his body, not knowing how to react to the changes, sought to render him unconscious as it dealt with the shock of the transformation.
As his mind began to dim, all Wally could feel was joy. He'd done it.
His parents found him the next morning, emerald lips etched into a smile on his sleeping form.
Wally awoke to the sound of screams coming at him from all sides.
Jolting into a seated position, the thirteen year old's eyes darted wildly around the room as he sought out the source, scuttling wildly along the ground to put his back against a wall.
His eyes soon rested on his parents, whose frames filled his doorway, his father shoving himself between Wally and his mother, as though she needed protection from their own son.
Wally's eyes met Rudolph's, and the boy saw something in his father's soul that he had never seen before. Dismay. Fear. Rejection. It took a moment for Wally to even recognize it, and then to see that it was mirrored in his mother.
"What have you done," Mary gasped, voice tight with despair.
Wally couldn't answer her. He was too afraid, too shocked by their reaction. This wasn't what he thought would happen! They weren't supposed to be scared!
It was then that Wally's attention was drawn back to the plants that littered his room, and he realized that it wasn't just his parents that had screamed. The vegetation had somehow managed to pick up on the waves of hostility coming from Wally's parents and had begun to speak to him in a way that Wally had never thought possible.
The plants were reacting to his own fears of his parents' rejection, and he could see the briars starting to creep slowly from their position, the venus fly traps leaning closer towards the door, and even the roses shifting as they felt something akin to bloodlust against the parents of their caregiver.
A wave of denial rippled out of him, stopping the plant in their tracks, and Wally turned back to face his parents, horrified. Mary and Rudolph were equally horrified, despite not knowing how close they had come to harm.
"Mom, Dad," he whispered, knowing that that horror was directed at him, "I-"
His mother flinched at his voice, and his father's face grew tighter still as Rudolph tried to contain his own fear for his wife's sake.
Wally didn't now what to do. This was not what he'd planned. His parents weren't supposed to be scared of him.
The roses moved, this time without him stopping them, coming to place a flower within reach of his right hand, which he plucked with what amounted to the plant's permission, holding it out to his parents as an offering as he got to his feet.
"Everything's fine," he said softly, but as he stepped forward his parents stepped back, and Wally knew that it was a lie.
They didn't tell him to leave. To Wally's knowledge they never once verbalized that desire, the idea of truly denying their own son was even more horrifying to them than what he had become, and for that he was immensely grateful. But they didn't stop him either, when he ran out his bedroom window and out into the world, nothing to his name but the clothes on his back and a single rose clutched tightly in his hand.
That first day, Wally wandered. He kept to the shadows of Central City, unable to reveal himself and wishing fervently that he had thought to grab a hoodie, or at least a pair of shoes, before dashing from his home.
He briefly considered going to his Aunt Iris for help, but the thought was fleeting. After his parents' reaction he knew that there was only one person who would accept his new coloration. It was a pity she was all the way in Gotham City.
He ducked his head, crouched against the side of an office building miles from his home. Central to Gotham was almost a thousand miles, and it wasn't like he could ask his parents for a lift or hop on a bus.
As the sun drew higher in the sky, Wally eventually left the shade, though only when he was certain no one else was about, only to be struck by the sensation of the sun on his skin.
He almost moaned it was so amazing. The warmth seeped deep into his flesh and the gnawing rumbling in his belly seemed to dim. If he'd been able he would have purred.
In that instant, he felt almost complete. The doubts that had been niggling in the back of his mind dissipated and Wally felt certain that he had done good by administering the formula. In that moment he felt powerful enough to take on the world, and he resolved to himself that he would make it to Gotham City and his aunt, even if he had to walk there himself.
Three days later and he was deeply revising his opinion on that statement. Walking was not fun, especially when one was lacking in shoes. Wally's feet were covered in a myriad of cuts where rocks and twigs had dug into him, and his body was exhausted.
Each day he walked in an easterly direction for a total of around ten hours, stopping as the sun began to set in the summer sky. At which point, Wally would seek out nourishment.
That was possibly the simplest part of the day, where the plants would lead him willingly to water and the nearest cluster of berries or fruits, where his power would feed the vegetation, just as they fed him. He found, thankfully, that he did not require as much food as he once had, suspecting it to be the result of his transformation, he decided that he was, like the plants, absorbing energy from the sunlight.
He hunted, once or twice on his journey. The plants directing him to small wildlife, mainly rabbits, acting as snares for him. Then, using the pocket knife that had not left his side since his eleventh birthday, he would gut and skin the rabbit, as he had been taught to in the Scouts, before setting it to cook above a carefully constructed flame.
And to think, Wally had been completely against the idea of joining the Boy Scouts as a child. He had claimed that he'd never need to know anything that they could teach him. With his situation as it was, Wally was beginning to suspect that the universe had taken that childish statement as a challenge.
Still, he soldiered on, and his body soon began to change, this time not because of any mutagenic formulae that Wally decided to introduce to his system. No, his body changed naturally, beginning to develop through the pressures he was submitting it too.
His feet began to toughen after long days of hiking. His baby fat evaporated from his frame, no longer sustained by a diet of junk food and a lifestyle of inactivity. Muscles developed and his body grew lithe and strong.
His powers too developed, as, through long days of walking, his powers were the one thing he could do to amuse himself aside from 'I Spy', which really got dull when you were playing against yourself. So, he tested his connection to the plants around him.
Grass grew wildly as he walked over it, flowers bloomed in his presence. Trees reacted variably depending on their age, with the eldest being so set in their ways that they honestly could not be bothered by him, whilst the youngest turned limber as rubber, becoming multi-limbed aids at his direction.
And, through it all, he talked. Always a social creature, Wally, devoid from others, spoke his thoughts aloud, pretending that the vegetation understood concepts more complex than 'we want water/food/sun'. The plants responded to his cheerful demeanor, urging him to continue, and he spoke of anything and everything that came to mind.
Until, of course, on the 57th day of his journey, Wally finally reached Gotham City, and, in the presence of civilization once more, Wally turned silent as he began to plot how to release his aunt from Arkham.
If Wally had been a little older, a tad wiser and a touch more experienced, he might have concocted an elaborate sequence of events, wherein he would quietly infiltrate the compound, utilizing the toxic abilities Poison Ivy was feared for to avoid raising any alarm from the prison populace. But Wally was still relatively new to his powers, and, having spent the past six weeks in near total isolation, had not yet tested that aspect of his mutation, nor did he have any desire to experiment with them on the prison guards given the traditional method of application.
Instead, standing on the grassy knoll above Arkham Asylum and being the thirteen year old meta-human that he was, he decided to go with overwhelming force.
Wally reached out with his powers, seeking out every blade of grass in the ground, every seed in the earth, telling them one simple thing. Grow.
Wally concentrated hard, focussing on his surroundings as he saw his desires come into reality. He saw the darkened prison yard sprout a small forest. He watched as ivy creepers running along the walls of the compound grew thicker and longer as they sought out weaknesses in the structure.
He put the vegetation through decades of growth in minutes, sending roots and vines into tiny cracks, forcing them to expand in the mortar until, eventually, a deafening crack rippled through the air, and Wally's emerald lips widened into a grin as a section of Arkham's walls came tumbling down.
Snickering quietly to himself, Wally started to make his way down to the newly made entrance, and into the compound itself.
Wally could hear the deafening roar of the prisoners as he made his way through the complex, hundreds of inmates awakened by the sudden growth of anything and everything green calling out for Poison Ivy to release them, some swearing loyalty, others promising vengeance. Wally chose to leave all of them alone as he wound his way through the halls.
The guards were no problem, the plants had already found them. When Wally eventually did come across one, he was pinned to a wall by a mass of grass, cussing the world in general and Wally specifically. He chose to leave him alone too, though this time he left with a grin on his face.
"Where the hell is she?" He quietly wondered aloud as he entered another cellblock. He was running out of time, surely someone would hear of Arkham's little garden troubles soon.
"Hey, Red, little help here?" A girlish voice giggled from a cell as he walked past, before turning colder and confused, "Hey, you're not Red. Who're you?"
Wally walked up to the cell, seeing a blonde around his aunt's age through the barred window, "Thorn. Who're you?"
"Harley," the woman grinned, "You must be Ivy's nephew."
His eyes lit up, "You know her?"
"Sure, kid," Harley boasted proudly, "Your aunt an' I go way back. BFFs since as long as I can remember."
Wally frowned, "How long can you remember?"
Harley paused at that, frowning slightly as though confused, before shrugging it off, "I dunno."
"Do you know where my aunt's cell is?" Wally asked.
"Sure do, Little Red," she giggled, cutting herself off, "We need to get you a riding hood."
Wally blanched at that, but shook himself out of it, "So, I let you out, you help me find my aunt, deal?"
Harley nodded solemnly, before grinning maniacally, spitting into her right hand and holding it out through the bars, "Deal."
Wally returned the grin, spitting into his own hand and shook the offered limb with vigor to seal the deal.
"Back away from the door," he ordered softly, as tendrils of ivy heeded his call, creeping past him and latching onto various points of the door, several of the vines wedging themselves between the door and the frame itself. In a swift, sudden, motion, the plants tensed, pulling the door from its position, freeing Harleen Quinzel, a.k.a. 'Harley Quinn'.
"Let's go," she giggled, brushing past the green boy without hesitation and skipping dementedly down the hall, "Red's this way."
Wally followed without question.
Pamela Isley, better known by the moniker 'Poison Ivy', had been asleep in her cell before the night's insanity had begun, but she, not even with the prison issue power dampener around her neck, simply could not remain unconscious when so many plants were screaming out in joy at the power running through their roots.
She could feel the source of the power, and she knew that it was one such as herself, but it was not until Harley arrived at her door, with what appeared to be a gender-flipped young clone of herself in tow that she realized it was Wally.
Ivy couldn't bring herself to speak as Harley greeted her, Wally grinning at her side, before numerous vines began to work their way at her door, swiftly releasing her.
She would like to say that, upon her release, the first thing she did was to wrap her absolute genius of a nephew in an unbreakable embrace, but, well, Harley got to her before she could move, and she spent her first minute of freedom trying to disentangle herself from the clown's grip. Only then could she properly greet her nephew.
"Aunt Pam!" He cheered, as he hugged her tightly, "I am so glad to see you. I figured out the formula!"
"I can see that," she smiled warmly, before looking sharply down the hall, "You can tell me how later, first we need to escape. Harley, if you would."
The blonde giggled in a deranged manner, but her hands deftly moved to the collar around Ivy's neck, soon rendering it open and useless as it fell to the forces of gravity.
The uncomfortable tightness gone from her neck, Ivy tilted her head to the side, relishing in the resounding crack that was heard with a sigh.
"Let's get out of here."
And with Poison Ivy in command of Arkham's absolutely stunning new garden, her nephew at her side, there was little anyone could do to stop them.
It was hours later, hidden away in a conveniently abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham City, that Ivy got the chance to speak with her nephew.
Harley had gone off on her own the second they arrived, whether in search of the Joker or groceries Ivy had no idea, inadvertently giving the duo some privacy.
Sitting Wally down in what was once an office, she finally asked him.
"Why did you do it?"
Out of all the questions he had been expecting, that wasn't one of them, and Wally was speechless for a moment, which Ivy used to explain herself.
"I am not like this by choice, Wally," she told him, gesturing to the green tint of her skin, "Granted, I wouldn't go back, but this was still not a life that I chose for myself. So, why did you do it?"
"I just... wanted to help," he mumbled softly, not meeting his aunt's eyes.
"Help?" Ivy smiled, "That's sweet, Wally, but maybe you should have asked if I'd needed help first, so we could have talked about-"
"No," Wally interrupted her, facing her again, "I didn't mean I wanted to help you."
Ivy froze, stung by his words, leaning back as she prepared to respond. Thankfully he continued before she had the chance.
"I mean," he went on, "You're you! You don't need my help. I wanted to help the plants."
Ivy almost sagged with relief at that, and almost melted when Wally concluded shyly.
"I wanted to be like you."
"Well," she acquiesced with a soft smile, "You are already green. That's a good start."
"So," Wally asked hopefully, "You'll teach me? I can be your Robin?"
She scowled at the mention of Bird-Boy, but her features swiftly morphed into a grin, "Sure. What did you call yourself earlier with Harley? Thorn?"
Wally nodded excitedly, and Poison Ivy continued, "You can be my Thorn."
Ivy's freedom almost ended that night, seeing how she very nearly needed to consult a physician on the subject of broken ribs, brought about by her new sidekick/nephew's bone crushing hug.
If Ivy had had her way, it would have been months, maybe even years, before Wally met Batman, or, really, anyone else (aside from Harley) from her profession. Unfortunately, due to the fact that she and Harley were escaped felons and Harley Quinn was not, by nature, a quiet individual, Batman tracked the trio to their little hideout within two days.
Thankfully, during their relatively short tenure of freedom, Ivy and Wally had put their powers to work to make the warehouse somewhat more livable, essentially destroying the concrete floor and turning the building into a tropical forrest that hosted a wide variety of plant life.
This, as you would expect, gave her a significant advantage over her opponent, the ivy creepers that lined the outside of the structure even alerting Ivy to the Bat's presence.
Gotham's Dark Knight did not waste time with pleasantries or quips, as some heroes were prone to do, he merely appeared from the shadows, weapons drawn. Harley launched herself at him, and the two began to dance a familiar step of battle, Ivy manipulating their surroundings as she joined the fray, not giving a single thought to the second intruder that was bound to be in their midst.
As such, preoccupied by sending the roses to entangle the Batman, Ivy did not notice the Robin propelled Bat-a-rangs being sent her way until Wally had intervened, catching the projectiles with a tangle of vines. Too bad he didn't know that they were explosive.
"Aargh!" Wally screamed in sympathetic pain, as he felt his vines be ripped to shreds by tiny shrapnel, "Dude, don't hurt the plants!"
Robin stared in open mouth shock at the younger chlorokinetic to the side of the elders battle. Despite this, however, his quick tongue and razor wit were still functioning.
"Tell them not to hurt me, Bulbasaur!" The Boy Wonder scolded as he avoided the attack of a rapidly grown vine's whip.
"It's Thorn, Boy Blunder," Wally retorted, as several more vines joined the first's pursuit of the agile Robin, "Now stay still so I can hit you!"
"Rargh!" Wally growled, losing what little patience he had as he focussed on the ground beneath him, bringing forth another, much larger, vine and crouching upon it as it lifted him skywards, moving him in the young vigilante's direction.
Robin flipped easily away from Thorn's plantborne charge, hands darting midair to grip dangling vines and branches of the surrounding vegetation, darting acrobatically around the area as his opponent followed.
Propelled by his vine, Wally carried himself through the air in pursuit of the colorfully dressed child.
"So, what are you, anyway?" Robin called out curiously, settling into a routine as Thorn tried and failed to capture him, "Did Ivy grow you in a cabbage patch or something?"
"I grew myself, thank you very much," Wally replied, settling in space as he called his vine to a halt, coming to realize that his current approach was not working, "What about you? Did Bats put an ad out on Craigslist or something?"
"Something," Robin told him, he too settling as Thorn halted his pursuit, recognizing that the green teen was plotting.
All around him, vines erupted from the vegetation, entangling him in barely even a second.
'Damnit,' Robin thought, struggling futilely without even bothering to disguise his 'hey' of indignation, 'This would never've happened to Batman!'
"Hah," Thorn crowed at the captured bird, his vine bringing him closer, "Got you!"
'Not for long,' he thought, one hand already having grasped a Bat-a-rang and started cutting at his bonds.
It was long enough, however, for Thorn to rush to Ivy's side, adding his power to her own and allowing them to overwhelm Batman as his attention was divided between the chlorokinetics and Harley, giving the trio ample time to escape, despite the clown's fond desire to pound Batman into pudding first. Luckily Wally was able to talk her out of it.
"He's a good guy," Wally had told her, as though that explained everything.
Thankfully the Joker hadn't been present and Harley's violent tendencies were, thus, substantially reduced, enabling her to acquiesce to the adorable 'Little Red's' desires.
She still thought he was odd though.
"Are you sure that you're up for this?" Ivy asked, a week later.
"Yes!" Wally rolled his eyes sufferingly. After keeping under the Bat's radar ever since their escape, Wally was bored enough to consider sneaking into Gotham Academy just for something to do, there was no way in hell Aunt Pam was going out without him!
"Ah, give it a rest, will ya Red?" Harley chided her pal, bumping her ribs with her elbow, "The kid'll be great!"
Wally beamed at 'Aunt Harley', and Ivy groaned. The two were absolutely horrible influences on each other, and they were ganging up on her!
"Fine," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as her cohorts began to jump around the room in a childish manner that was only excused because, well, Wally was only thirteen, and Harley... was Harley.
The 'mission', as Wally called it, was fairly simple in plan and execution, brought about by three simple factors. Wally was restless, Ivy wanted to return to her task of changing the world for the betterment of plants everywhere (which Wally also kind of wanted to do), and Harley wanted shiny things, as well as, preferably, things that went 'boom' (which, again, Wally also kind of wanted).
They'd compromised then, with Ivy targeting a shell company owned by Ace Chemicals, one that had been known to have broken various environmental and waste disposal protocols with alarming regularity. This particular target, an industrial factory situated on a riverbank several miles outside of Gotham, had been investigated twice already for illegally dumping chemicals into the river, which was causing a devastating effect on the local ecology.
Wally almost thrummed with excitement as the trio drew near their goal, Ivy smiling almost tenderly, and Harley iliterally/i vibrating with energy.
Having been free of Arkham for over a week now, Harley had been able to ditch the prison regs, finding a replacement of her usual costume. Ivy, similarly, had created her leafy leotard almost immediately upon their release.
Wally, on the other hand, wasn't so comfortable with either spandex or the thought of only leafs covering his modesty, and had, instead, simply asked Harley to steal him a new pair of jeans and a dark green hoodie (she was sent back twice before she finally agreed to get one that wasn't red) that directly contrasted with the much lighter green of his skin. He had continued to forego shoes, though, having come to much prefer the feel of dirt between his toes.
The three of them walked slowly up to the compound, Ivy and Wally summoning gargantuan quantities of vegetative matter from the earth.
Ivy smiled serenely, Wally grinning proudly and Harley laughing hysterically as gnarled branches ripped the chain-link fence apart, creepers dug into the mortar and grass grew through cracks in the concrete.
Wally concentrated as the creepers dug deep enough to begin to crumble the brick walls, Ivy being experienced enough to divide her attention.
The concentration he'd been cultivating shattered as Wally heard the masculine holler pierce the air, the plants he'd been commanding halting in their progress as he processed the information he'd just been given.
"There are people still in there," he called out, though Ivy did not seem to take notice.
In an instant, Wally was in communication with the grassy undergrowth developing throughout the facility's floor, taking note of the positions of two security guards who had had the shared misfortune of drawing the night shift. Vines shot through the infrastructure, wrapping around an arm and a leg before they pulled the struggling employees free of the collapsing building, tossing them to safety as it imploded.
"That was fun," Harley trilled, eyes glued to the rising cloud of dust.
"Hmm," Ivy nodded her agreement, as her nephew's eyes widened in horror at what had almost occurred.
"Those guys almost died," he murmured, loud enough to be heard by the older women.
"Oh, Wally," Ivy encircled her arm around his shoulders, "It's fine."
"But we almost killed them," he insisted.
Harley shrugged, as Ivy shushed him, "They knew the risks when they chose to work for a company that endangers the environment."
"Besides," Harley chirped, "They're fine now."
"Yeah," Wally murmured, as the pair started to direct him away from the crime scene before the police or, worse, Batman, showed up.
They got him back to their current hideout, this time an old apartment building that had been condemned years ago. It was a little shaky, but, with a couple of vines and a few small trees to shore up the structure, it was livable.
Ivy sent him to bed, despite his vehement objections, where he slept fretfully, waking intermittently throughout the night from nightmares in which Wally had not heard the screams until it was too late.