(One-shot for the Writers Unite! One Word Poll contest)

Impulse was the name that Bart Allen left behind last week. Now he was the second Kid Flash.

Coping with Wally's death had been hard. In the few short months that Bart had known him, he'd been the closest thing Bart had ever had to a brother.

Now he was gone, but he had offered up the mantle of Kid Flash himself, and Bart couldn't think of a better way to honor his memory.

This was only the second time he'd donned the yellow and red, and he still felt uncomfortable. Now he had to live up to Wally's legacy. The hero had given his life in the line of duty, and Bart only hoped he could live to do the same.

But for now, he ran. It was supposed to be a part of his training, that he keep running. Barry (the current Flash) was grieving the loss of his partner. But he'd told Bart he needed to 'keep in step'. He'd dealt with loss before, but this one really hit home.

Bart's feet were light on the grass as the ground raced beneath him. He looked ahead, the road wound on.

One foot after the other, Bart remembered that fateful night when they'd saved the world. He remembered Artemis' tears when she realized she'd lost her love. He remembered Wally's determined smile before he dissipated in the storm of kinetic energy.

He felt the tears on his own face now, streaming back in the force of the wind against his face as he sped on, faster and faster.

He was going to speed on, as his predecessor had. He was going to bolt towards justice and a brighter future. His feet on the ground, his face to the sky, and the sun on his back, he would run faster than any super-speedster had ever gone. He would break fast.