This is not my usual cup to tea, but I thought I would branch out a bit and not be such a stick in the mud. This is in response to a prompt on Live Journal:

9 times Kid Flash should've/wished he would've knocked first. And the 1 time he was glad he didn't. KF/Robin.

Bonus: Roy in all his grumpy glory.

Unfortunately for the OP, I'm not really into the whole KF/Rob pairing. To me, they just have a way epic bromance. (This may be due, in part, to my undying love for Dick/Babs). Also unfortunately, I don't know if I can come up with NINE things, but I have four plus THE ONE. We'll see if I can come up with more.

Also, I need to post a warning before you delve into this fic: the first chapter is somewhat scandalous! Definitely means I'm branching out. I thought I'd traumatize you all off the bat. But rest assured, this will probably be the only, the most scandalous chapter in the fic... or in my fanfic writing career.

OKAY! Grab your bag of popcorn, follow the usher, turn off your cell phone and ENJOY THE SHOW!

Wally West trudged into his aunt and uncle's house and tossed his backpack into the living room.

School sucked. More accurately being at school pretending to be a normal kid sucked. And then switching into hero mode and going off on crazy missions sucked.

Well, maybe the last part didn't suck. It was actually kind of exciting. But, boy, did it take a lot of energy. And it seriously cut into his homework time.

Wally glared at the backpack and the books that had spilled out of it. He had an English paper due tomorrow and he had barely worked on it. English was his worst subject. If he wanted to get it done, he would need help. Which meant he would have to ask Aunt Iris. As a reporter, she was very good with words.

With a sigh, Wally grabbed his English binder and raced up the stairs. Without a thought, he opened his aunt's door and stepped in, scanning his half-finished report.

"So tell me Barry," he heard Aunt Iris saying, "have you been a bad-"

"KID!" Barry yelped.

Wally looked up and promptly dropped his books. Uncle Barry, who was looking at him in horror, was tied to the bed while Aunt Iris was standing above him, wearing a scandalous amount of leather and very little else.

Wally covered his face. "AAAAHHHH! My eyes! My eyes! It burns!" He stumbled backwards, out the door and practically fell down the stairs. "AAAHHHH!"

Screw his English homework. He was going to need to take at least a week off of school for therapy.

He was definitely knocking next time.