Wally's been spending weeks trying to track you, a top-tier mercenary, down. He had finally found you. He was sitting there in your apartment. The Speedster's been waiting for you to get home. Wally was sitting on the wooden coffee table. It seems like he had made himself at home, judging by the fact he was holding a can of soda from your fridge. He shamelessly sipped it and mounted his legs on a nearby chair.

Unfortunately, the speedster decided to open his mouth."Welcome home." Wally teased, a smug grin plastered onto his face. He's been having fun with your case.