So I got to thinking today(after two snow days) and I wondered what would happen if Wally had became a Rogue after his experiment that gave him super speed. So here's what I have so far. I don't own Young Justice!

His day was terrible so far. He had been executing a plot that had taken him a whole week to scheme and perfect. He was going to rob the bank...honestly. It was what a villain did after all. Besides, he had been very bored so what better to do then cause some chaos?

But the material he had needed to complete his freeze ray had been a bit...well, elusive. It took him a whole hour to find one of the cooling chemicals that his freeze ray needed to use in order to create the instant icing weapon. That in itself was strange since he could usually find it anywhere. And don't even mention about the other scraps of metal and such...Then when he had gotten to the bank, after he had made the ray and tested it,(of course, can't go in unprepared) the damn thing decided that it didn't want to work. He stood back, aimed at someone's feet, pulled the trigger, and...nothing happened! And then the Scarlet Speedster just had to run up to the bank. Before he could blink, the gun he had in his right hand was gone, and he was lying on the ground on his back. Thank goodness that his parka was insulated and cushioned, or that would have hurt...not that he would have admitted it!

The most humiliating part about it wasn't that he had gotten caught since that(sadly) happens often. It was that the red draped hero hadn't even taken him into custody. He had just looked at the criminal sadly before saying something about how he(the villain) technically didn't need to go to jail since he didn't actually commit a crime. Then he sped away in a blur of red. The nerve of the guy.(he still liked the Flash though; he's an alright guy)

Oh, he loved a free pass from jail, don't get him wrong. He hated those dinky jail cells as much as the next guy. It's just that it's so embarrassing if a hero doesn't put you in jail even though you were attempting a crime. Especially when you were trying to do something illegal and the hero knew it...It's like charity, pity, or something…and everyone knew that he, Captain Cold, didn't accept those. Heck, he didn't do favors either.(Unless the favors were for some of the members of the Rogues)

So he had dejectedly left the bank and began to trek his way back to the bar where the Rogues hung out a lot. Somehow maintaining traction on the crunchy snow and slippery ice that had just freshly fallen, Captain Cold was about to turn a corner to enter an alleyway when he heard something.

At first, he had thought that it was just the sound of someone throwing some trash or something on the ground so he turned back to leave. It wasn't his job to get interested in some random person and how they spent their day throwing out trash or whatnot...But that's when he heard a little tiny grunt. It obviously wasn't a bad guy beating up on someone since there would be the sound of a scuffle or anything to indicate a fight was happening. With his curiosity slowly rising, he moved towards the sound. Nothing would have prepared him for what he was about to see.

A big house(that looked like all of the other houses on the street) sat in front of him. A perfect white fence stretched around the perimeter of the place and there was even a gate that was surprisingly open. The house was pure white much like the snow that surrounded the whole area, but it seemed a bit run down if the cracking paint was anything to go by. Cold strolled up the walkway cautiously(he was entering an unknown place; he had no clue what would await him) before entering with a "These people are basically inviting me into their yard" thought on his mind. Before he even got to the stairs that lead to the porch, he heard a wheezing noise like someone had a stuffy nose and was standing near him. Glancing around, he gasped in surprise before his mittened hands tightened in uncontrollable anger as he looked down.

There was an innocent child lying unconscious in the snow. When Cold picked the boy up, it was apparent that the child had been mistreated. The kid was limp in his arms as he adjusted him so that his injuries wouldn't get bumped. When he accidentally brushed his hand against the child's chest, the boy weakly screamed out in pain. What had his parents done to him?

Although the kid looked to be about ten or nine years old, he was twig thin and seemed as if he were half that age. He also didn't weigh enough as the man was able to easily lift him without even thinking about it. The pallor of his skin was so white that it almost looked blue so he apparently had been outside for awhile. But in contrast to that, dark, black bruises bloomed over his right eye, jaw, and forehead. Dried blood was caked under his nose and mouth as some still dripped down his face. His reddish hair was plastered to his head with both snow and...blood. Quite frankly, Cold was a bit too scared to even look under the poor kid's clothes to see what other damage had been done. Obviously there had been some broken ribs...

Cold just didn't understand any of it...How could-no, how DARE someone leave their child out in the snow as if they didn't give a damn about their own kid! How could a parent be so CRUEL? How could a parent-anyone really beat a child? Not even the worst villains would do that.(except the Joker and a few demented evils) A child was a precious gift that should never be harmed...And that pissed the villain off so much.

Sure, he was a villain, but Cold always took pride in the fact that he had a no killing rule. The other evil villains laughed and called him and the Rogues weak, but that was his rule. He enforced it with every bad guy in the city, and he would fight until his death just so that those people listened and obeyed it. He was fine with theft, vandalism, and even taking hostages for his own specific needs and demands...But he would never kill. It just wasn't him. And there was no freaking way he would ever harm a child...a kid who could be having a great life if it wasn't for some scumbags who think they can call themselves parents. Not ever...

With his eyes narrowed in a venomous glare, he remembered the address of the home. He may need that later...So then Cold did what he saw fit. He quickly grabbed up his communicator, sent an alert to the others, and he took the boy with him as he left to go to the Rogues' hideout. He was going to care for this child even if it killed him. And he didn't doubt that it would someday.

Please review! I'll try to update one chapter a week(at least), but I have other stories to work on and life(basically school). Thank you!

Just curious but...Who's your favorite Rogue?