Cat Flash?

Gay?

Wally turned around with a smile on his face. Stopping when he spotted Robin behind him with wide eyes.
Y-you're gay? He stuttered.

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Wally's heart froze.
He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
He finally took a deep breath in before speaking in a somewhat calm voice,
"How much did you hear?"
Robin stared with a calculating gaze, "the kiss and down..."
Wally sucked in a breath, "Robin... I-I wanted to tell you-"
"Tell me what?.. That you're gay? Or is it the fact that you have a crush on your best friend... It all makes sense now. The touches, the longer than necessary hugs, the secret glances that weren't so secret!"

All Wally could do was stare in horror. The one thing he was afraid of happening, was happening.
Robin continued on, "I can't believe it! You, you, you freak!"
Wally stared on with wide eyes. Not moving, breathing, not making a sound.

Tears were starting to form at the corners of his eyes.
"Rob-" "Don't!"
Wally choked on a sob, "Dick, please-"
"I said DON'T! You faggot! I'm not gay Wally! I'm straight! Y-you can't be gay... You can't be some queer! You flirt with every girl out there.. You just can't.." He grabbed his hair in frustration, closing his eyes tightly.

Wally was a sobbing mess.
His father was right.
Why did he even think that someone could love him?
He took a step forward, reaching his hand out in a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of their friendship.
"Robin.. I-I'm s-sor-sorry. Please.. I know you're straight. I know we'll never happen, but plea-"
"Don't take another step towards me you fag," Robin growled out, "you're not my friend... I will never be friends with a freak like you!"

Robin turned and ran to his room, leaving Wally all alone.
He collapsed on the ground, a sobbing mess, grabbing his hair in frustration.
'No one loves you' 'freak!' 'Fag' 'waste of space!' 'No one wants you!'
The words kept getting louder and louder. They soon took a turn for the worst.
'No one will ever love you' 'no one will miss you' 'kill yourself!' 'Go and make your arm a bloody mess!' 'Disappear!' 'No one will notice!' 'They'll be happy!'

Wally couldn't handle it anymore. On unsteady feet, he staggered out of the zeta tube.
He was in some dark alley, the sun having gone down. He goes to run home when a hand was put over his mouth, effectively keeping his screams at bay.
"Shhh.. There's no need to struggle. We'll take good care of ya."
Wally's eyes widen at the words. He begins to thrash, hit, kick. He even took to biting, but he was so emotionally and physically drained that it had no effect.

He hears laughing before he was roughly thrown to the wall. His head hit first, making a loud cracking sound. His vision goes blurry and he collapses on the ground. He just knew he had a concussion. Someone gets on top of him, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head.
He thrashed left and right, "get off! Get off me, please!" He begs in the night.
He continues this before a hard, solid punch was delivered to his face.
He turns his head spitting up blood, tears now mixed in with blood leaving an ugly sight.

"Shut up will ya!" Screamed the one on top of him. He looks behind him and sees three more guys. He whimpers but shuts up as soon as a punch was thrown at his gut, knocking the wind out of him.
The first guy above him grabs his hands, pinning them over his head once more. He struggles, screams, thrashes but nothing stops them.
Not this again. Please. No.
All he saw was his father.

He was having a panic attack and before he knew it his shirt was gone.
Shoes.
Socks.
Pants.
He was a sobbing mess in nothing but his underwear.
"The kids having a panic attack!" Screamed one of the guys from behind in a panic himself.
"Make him shut up!" Screamed the other.
"Shut up! Did ya hear me, kid!? Shut! Up!" With every scream at his face was a punch that followed. Soon he learned to shut up, deciding to whimper and shake instead.

The men later took turns after finally stripping him of everything. All Wally did was lay there in his own blood, sweat, and tears.
Along with the guys cum.
He blacked out a few times, but the men shot him up with something that kept him awake.
Once they were finished having their "fun" they took a few personal items from him.
Leaving him cold, bloody, bruised, and naked.

He rolled over crying, trying to catch his breath. It was in the middle of the night now, Selina was probably worried.
That's when he started thinking of something.
Selina only took him on as a partner was because he had no control over himself. He could do all her dirty work.

The only reason she adopted him was so she could continue using him. If not that then she pitied him.
He didn't need anyone's pity!
Pushing himself off of his stomach, he slowly lifts himself up.
He crawls towards what was left of his clothes before his hand came in contact with a sharp object.

He pulls away with a hiss, stopping short when he noticed the blood flowing from the wound.
'Kill yourself' 'no one would care' 'Selina wouldn't care' 'Flash wouldn't care' 'Robin wouldn't care' 'They would be happy' 'He would be happy'
He covered his mouth with his injured hand, smearing more blood on his face, choking back sobs.
He looks at the glass on the ground and slowly picks it up.

He feels the sharp edge, relishing in the blood now flowing from his fingertips. But it was soon gone. The wound done healed.
He gets mad.
Mad at the world. Mad at Robin. Mad at himself.
Why can't he do anything right?
He grips the glass in his hands before bringing it to his wrist. Slicing over and over, but not where it could kill him.
At least not yet.
He just sits there, watching it heal.
Sobbing, screaming, cursing.

He soon starts to choke, feeling how injured he is. He starts to get lightheaded and before he passes out he had one thought in his head..
'Screw it.'
He brings the glass to his wrist and starts cutting upward.
Repeating the same motion on his other arm before falling over from exhaustion.

He smiles to himself and thinks to himself that he'll finally be free.
His body goes numb.
He watches the healing process, smiling more as it slows down as he starts losing more and more blood.
'Finally.'
But before death takes its sweet hold on him he catches a glimpse of purple shoes walking towards him. Then a high pitched squeal of a "Mista' J!"
'Fu-' then darkness consumes him.