Tough Love

Part 2

<Chapter 2 of my fanfiction is here. Thank you to everyone who read it, or reviewed.>
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Picking up on the girl's distress, Barry quickly walked (more accurately sprinted) towards her, giving her a reassuring smile. "We are looking for him, and we are currently tracking his Kid Flash uniform now. Don't worry, we won't get rid of him that easily." Barry said kindly, patting her on the shoulder. She gave him a watery smile in return, before looking over at the rest of the Team, who were looking through files or computers.
"I'd better go and help. Excuse me." She said, standing straight and heading over to the others. Ollie watched her go with a worried glance. Artemis was quite an emotional girl, and didn't handle extreme pressure as well as some of the others, especially when it came to the team. She was quite protective, having suffered from multiple betrayals as a child. Why did it have to be Wally that was missing? She obviously had feelings for him, and it pained him to see his protege like this. And poor Barry. His nephew was somewhere, alone, maybe hurt, probably trying to escape his captors. Barry seemed to be handling it pretty well, he mused to himself, stroking his beard thoughtfully and adjusting his hood. Behind his mask, his eyes were filled with concern for his friend. He knew Barry too well; his put on happiness wasn't real, it was just a cover. A cover to hide the stabbing agony that hurt him every second his nephew was gone. The blonde gave a sad look at the other blonde, who excused himself to go and check some files.
Making her way across the packed living room to Conner, Kaldur, M'gann and Robin, Artemis sat down on the bar stool that had been pulled up for her gratefully.
The other four were hunched around Robin's computer, waiting anxiously with bated breath. [89% SIGNAL TRACKING: B07 (Kid Flash)] the screen said, bleeping every so often. She gave M'gann a grateful smile as she was pulled into a warm hug by the Martian, trying to blink away the tear that was threatening to come as Wally's picture bleeped on the screen. After about ten minutes of listening to the insufferable beeping, the screen finally showed [B07: Tracked. Send Location Yes {} No {}] and Robin tapped on the 'yes' button, causing the machine to beep. Reading from some coordinates, he quickly worked out where they indicated. He knew the latitude and longitude was approximately Gotham, or next to Gotham, and since it was the Bat Family territory (as well as a hell of a lot of criminals) territory, he knew the area like the back of his hand. A further zoom of the map placed him in a shed, in the sketchier part of Gotham, quite close to the Arkham Asylum, which was not the safest of places, especially as the tracking dot was moving
. He thought about the abandoned Asylum with a slight grimace; they had plenty of weird 'therapy' treatments, ranging from electroshock to drug therapy, and not the conventional kind. Although the asylum has been shut down a while ago, there were many criminals operating there, and a barrage of instruments that could hurt or even kill lying around. Kind of like a criminals junkyard, he mused. The criminals got up to all kinds of shenanigans back there, and even though the Bat Family was quite strong, sometimes a few criminals slipped through the cracks. Actually, more than a few. The large space, high security levels (to keep patients from escape), barrage of equipment and isolated area gave criminals space to deal drugs, hide out and commit the perfect crime. If Wally was really being held at Arkham, then it would be bad news for the team. Arkham was a dangerous place, and even more dangerous to infiltrate. The asylum had survived wrecks of criminals and their traps, which could possibly electrocute or even set one on fire. Robin shuddered at the thought, before taking a deep breath. He wasn't really prepared to break the news to the others, but it had to be done. Besides, he knew it was much easier to do it quickly and get it done and over with.

"Guys, I have bad news. He's been located-" Robin began, but was cut off by Artemis glaring at him.
"How is Wally being located bad news?" She growled, giving him a death glare and looking at the computer.
"You didn't let me finish. But anyways, he's been located in Arkham Asylum." He said gravely, putting a hand out onto the blonde's shoulder as she looked at him horrified. Her lips kept mouthing 'Arkham Asylum' over and over again, her grey eyes sad and far away. Barry zipped over quickly at the mention of Arkham, his blonde hair ruffled and his cowl in hand. He indicated Robin to move over, as he took his place in front of the wrist computer. Confirming it was indeed Arkham, Barry straightened up, his face ashen.
"Rescue mission. Twenty." He said, in a very un-Barry like manner. His voice was without its usual cheer and his step without his usual Barry like bounce. Ollie observed out of the corner of his eye, noting the difference in his manner. This couldn't happen. Barry was the cheerfulness in the League, and his behavior (though sometimes immature) was lighthearted and brought some cheerfulness into the darkness of their jobs. Batman stood straight, looking straight ahead.
"You heard the man. Let's go." He commanded, exiting the room. He always managed to exit in such a dark fashion, his cape billowing and encasing him in darkness. Like a bat, Ollie mused, living up to his nickname.