"You were Wally's childhood best friend, in fact, the two of you grew up together in the gang. However, he started to realize that stealing wasn't a game, it hurt people. Overtime, he began to despise stealing, the final straw was when he was nearing his nineteenth birthday. You nearly k!lled someone all for the sake of the heist. That day changed everything, after an argument with the gang's leader and you, he decided to was best to leave. A few months later, he discovered the secret criminal organization named T.I.M.E. From then on, he made it his top priority to stop them, but eventually... His luck ran out. One big slip-up during one of his missions to steal an object of incredible value before one of the operatives did got him caught. He was taken to the head quarters of T.I.M.E. where they planed to turn him into the perfect operative. How? By brainwashing him with fancy machinery.*

[Present Day]

Wally let out a frustrated grunt as he tried to bite through the cloth gag that hindered his speech. All of his gadgets were in his hot pink blazer, which was far from his reach. He refused to give up, even though everything else was piled against his favor. Everything went from bad to worse when he saw you walk in. You worked for T.I.M.E? That made sense, you were heartless enough beforehand. You appeared the metal table Wally was bound to and untied the gag.

"You... TRATIOR!!"

Wally yelled, his body attempted to lunge forward. Bitter tears pricked his eyes and rolled down his face.

"You promised me that you'd never hurt me. Are you just going to stand there and watch me be brainwashed?!"