Of Kisses and Crowbars: part 3

This just in! A warning from the Author!
There's some violence in this bit (check out the title) but i hesitate to put on a Mature Content Warning. However if anyone thinks it is in need of a real Warning then I shall gladly do so!
Otherwise, this is your warning. BE WARNED!
~SixDImensionalDragon

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      Kid Flash sprinted across the field that separated his previous hiding spot from Hanger 3. The guards by the front entrance were already knocked out or tied up by what could only be a rope-slinging batarang.

      Dammit he thought. Robin beat me here.

      But the hanger was huge, obviously used to store some of the Air Force's larger planes before it was abandoned, and had a few smaller buildings and shed-like structures surrounding it. If I can sneak in through the back I'll meet Rob in the middle. Then… maybe… I can get him to talk to me again…

      So he started to make his way around the giant hanger, running into one guard who he was able to take down easily, but suddenly a soft voice came to his ears.

      "Help… help me please… help me…"

      It sounded like a woman's voice and seemed to be coming from one of the small sheds to his right. Without a second thought, he sped through the door, and there was a young woman with her hands tied behind her back, her ankles bound together. A gag was around her neck as if she had just managed to worm her way out of it. Even in the dark room lit only by the moonlight seeping through a lone dirty window, Wally was able to see the woman fairly well. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a thin face, dark eyes and short dark brown -maybe black- hair with a few neon pink streaks.

      "Please… help me," she begged the speedster.

      Without hesitation he dashed over and started to undo the knots binding her hands. They were tight and complicated knots, making his fingers fumble more than once. Whoever they were dealing with obviously knew his stuff.

      Suddenly the woman's shoulders started to shake violently.

      "Hey," Wally said soothingly, thinking she had started to cry. "You're gonna be alright now. I'll get you out of here. I promise."

      But then she opened her mouth, and the noise that fell past her lips was not sobs. It was laughter. Cold, merciless, deadly laughter.

      Something hard slammed into the left side of Wally's head, causing his whole body to crumple. The area around his left temple thumped to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and as he started to lose consciousness, he could feel fresh blood trickle down across his cheek, warm and wet and smelling of iron.

      Through his blurring vision he could make out a man step out from the shadows, cut the woman free and help her to her feet.

      "I told you it would work," she cackled at him. "Heroes can't resist a damsel in distress."

      "Whatever. All that matters is that the boss'll be happy."  He responded, twirling in his right hand what appeared to be a crowbar, the end of which dripped bright crimson blood onto the floor.

      "Nighty-night, Speedy boy," the woman cooed in Wally's ear. And all he heard was her shrieks of maniac-like laughter as his world faded into complete and utter darkness.
      
      Darkness, he thought, trying to force his brain to stay functioning.
      So… empty...
      …and so lonely…
      so very… very
      alone…

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      "Oh good! You're awake!"

      It was the first thing Kid Flash heard as he regained consciousness. It was unfamiliar… and somehow… terrifying, though the words themselves were not the least bit threatening.

      "I was starting to worry dear Keith and Mattie had stolen all my fun."
      Wally moaned and rolled onto his stomach his stomach, realizing immediately that his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and his feet chained together. Looking up he saw a young man , probably only eighteen or nineteen, with slick jet black hair in an expensive looking suit, sneering down at him. In his left hand the man wielded a crowbar -the same, most likely, that had knocked the young speedster unconscious, for the opposite end was coated with dried blood.

      "Good morning sweetheart," the man said with false sweetness. Without warning he swung the crowbar wildly, whamming it into Wally's right shoulder. He swung again, this time catching the ginger's side. There was a loud crunch and Wally couldn't stop himself from calling out in agony. Some of his ribs were definitely broken.

      "Who," he wheezed painfully "-who are you?"

      "Yes, of course! How silly of me!" the man stood up straight. "You may call me Drew. I haven't gotten myself one of those special code names yet, like The Joker or Scarecrow. Don't know if I really want one though. Drew is a perfectly fine name. …But of course once I'm done with you, perhaps I'll need one. You don't happen to have any suggestions, do you?"

      Wally didn't even try to make up some witty response, instead he forced himself to continue to breathe. This guy's completely insane, he thought.

      "Oh my!" Drew shouted with fake surprise, placing his free hand on his cheek. "You've gotten your blood my shoe! My good shoes… of course, I have plenty more identical pairs, but" he leaned close to Wally's face. His breath smelled of Evergreen Lifesavers. "I must say that, that is not very appreciated, Mr. Mini-Flash."

      He raised the crowbar high above his head and beat Wally repeatedly on the back, the boy's screams growing louder with each hit.

      This doesn't make sense, the speedster thought as the crowbar was brought down on his left foot. He screamed as there was a distinct crack. He's not interrogating me. Not asking for weaknesses of The Flash or anything.

      "W-why- why are you… doing t-this?" he managed before receiving a heavy blow to the back of the head. Drew laughed.

      "Why? Why does anyone do anything? Because it's fun."

      Definitely insane.

      For the second time in the hour, Wally's world faded to black.