A/N: Sorry, I don't own the justice league.
It had all started when he'd been messing around in batman's car, just seeing how it worked and toying with things. That was until he'd gotten himself locked in the boot, it had been about two days and he was starting to be unconscious almost all of the time. The human body could only last three days without water and seeming as his metabolism was much faster he was almost dead.
It turned out that batman got his car repaired at a normal mechanics, someone that he had a deal with; of course he hadn't known that a near dead Flash was lying in his trunk.
It became suddenly lighter... Flash had gotten used to the dark of the boot and when it suddenly became light, he was aware of it, even in his near dead stupor he noticed. He groaned faintly.
"Oh gods!" A female voice yelped, he could hear this through the fuzz in his mind and he could also feel himself being carried.
He slowly opened his eyes and the headache hit him, the light was blinding and he felt like he had swallowed sandpaper.
"Oh! You're awake! Quick, drink this." A voice gasped, he felt something press against his lips lightly, as his lips became wet he realised what it was. WATER! He gulped from the drink bottle thirstily and his throat felt slightly better. He groaned and sat up, the room span violently and he tipped to the right.
"Whoa, easy there." The voice murmured, gentle arms caught him and his head fell against a soft torso.
"Mnyeh..." He groaned and tried to make something of the blurs that he could see.
"Um... more water?" The voice asked helpfully. He nodded weakly. A cold water bottle seemed to appear in his hands and he drank more of the cooling liquid before passing out again.
When Flash finally opened his eyes for what seemed the third or fourth time, he sat up without feeling woozy. He grabbed a drink of water by the side of his bed and drank it. Now, this was the thing, it wasn't his bed... but where was he? The room didn't seem like some kind of prison, the blue bedcovers rustled in a crisp and clean way as he kicked his legs out of the bed and sat up successfully without falling on whoever it was that he'd been falling on lately. Whoever it was they were female, he could tell from the nicely squishy chest and the soft hips and arms that he'd been leaning on.
He looked around the room, she wasn't here now that was for sure. There wasn't much here altogether actually, the wallpaper was slightly faded and there was a table and chair that looked a bit worse for wear. There were hundreds of books scattered around the room, he scooped one off the floor that was close enough to his bed for him not to get up, he didn't trust his legs yet.
"Advanced Mechanics, the turbo engine and you?" He read out loud. He snorted, boooring. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and he suddenly panicked and then relaxed again, his mask was still on, but the rest of his suit was gone, he was wearing a T-shirt and boxers. But... but what if whoever's room this was... had looked under his mask? His whole secret identity could be blown! He had to leave, he got up on his legs and stood still for a moment, he was a little shaky but fine, he took a step forward and fell ungracefully and loudly to the floor.
Footsteps thudded rather quickly towards the door, he shakily pushed himself up on shaking arms. He saw a pair of legs appear around the door, which were next to him in... well... in a flash. The girl pulled him to his feet, she happened to be very hot... and sweating... and incredibly sexy he noted as he looked at her.
"What're you doing trying to escape or something? You barely lived, you can't just go running off the first time you're properly conscious!" She frowned as she guided him back to the bed not noticing the look he was giving her.
"Uh-uh. I gotta go... you know, people to save, villains to outrun." Flash shook his head and tried to get up again.
"Uh-uh yourself, you're not going anywhere until you're better. I'm on strict orders." She said pushing him back.
"From who?" Flash asked raising an eyebrow underneath his mask.
"The masked man who's trunk you locked yourself in." She replied with a slight smirk as she flicked a lock of brown hair out of her eyes.
"Ah. Him." The speed demon nodded.
"What on earth possessed you to climb in his trunk anyway?!" The girl giggled.
"Curiosity." He replied sheepishly.
"Heh, curiosity kills the cat." She grinned and walked around the bed and grabbed one of her books off the floor.
Flash tilted his head and looked at her, she was tall for a girl, only a few inches shorter than him; nice figure too toned muscles lying just beneath slightly bronzed skin sparkling with fresh sweat. A grey tracksuit clung to her curves and her slightly flushed face was surrounded by soft brown waves of hair.
"What've you been doing?" He asked curiously, the girl looked like she'd just run eight times around the block.
"Oh, heh, sorry about this. I've just got back from track." She smiled slightly embarrassed.
"Track?" He frowned curiously.
"Yeah, I'm in the track team in my college. All distances, especially sprint though, I'm only about a quarter-second from breaking the ten second barrier for the 100m." She grinned pleased.
"Wow." He blinked impressed, also stunned that she was in college, that would put her at about... eighteen years old... he'd have thought she was older.
"You're still not as fast as me though." He grinned teasingly.
"Bet I could outrun you now. You can't even walk, remember, I just picked you up off the floor." She shot back with a triumphant smirk.
"Pft. I'm injured." Flash frowned not liking that she was right.
"And it's your own fault too." She added.
"Who are you anyway?" The flash, aka Wally West, asked the girl.
"My name's El. Although I could ask YOU the same thing." She pointed out as she changed her mind and put the book back down.
"I am THE FLASH!" Flash said proudly and puffed out his chest.
"Even superheroes have names ya know." She smirked as she threw her jacket at him and left the room.