More like forensics lab work," Wally muttered. Which was why he really wasn't good at this questioning people thing. Not to mention he'd never really done any of this even when the League was supposed to be questioning people. It'd always been something better left up to people like Bats, GL, Shayera, J'onn... Okay, pretty much anyone but him was better at this.

...why had he thought this was a good idea again?

Wally's eyes widened as Grell's hair flicked back and revealed the bruises on his neck. He hadn't been lying about someone trying to kill him, and that made Wally's stomach churn.

"What?" he said, shocked by the idea that people would be okay with that kind of thing. "No! All because someone commits a crime, even murder, doesn't mean that they deserve to be hurt themselves. Besides, without any proof, how can anyone say what really happened? If we just go off what people say, then it seems like half the people here would be at each other's throats, and no one wants that."

At least, he liked to think no one did, even if some conversations on the bulletin seemed to prove that wrong.

Wally slouched in his chair, feeling even more tired by this whole thing than he had before now. "I'm not trying to find out what happened to punish people," he said softly, rubbing his thumb across the smooth surface of the chess piece. "I just want to know what happened and... why. And to make sure no one else gets hurt like that. I can't protect everyone from the monsters, but if other people are attacking each other, maybe I can do something there."

He looked back up at the red haired man, eyes pleading. "Is that really so wrong?"