It had been a year since ten year old Wally had run away from home. His dad was a jerk. Just thinking about him made Wally shudder. You might be wondering why a ten year old was living alone a the streets when he lived in a town with a group of villians and a super hero. Wouldn't he be afraid to get caught? It was actually pretty simple. He stayed away from the Rogues and they pretty much stayed away from him. And Flash. Wally was good at avoiding him. And it wasn't like he didn't have a place to stay.

He had made himself a home in the old school building. A lot of runaways and homeless kids stayed there. He got himself food. Granted he stole for it but all the same. It all ends up in the same place in the end right? He sometimes got caught by the police though.

Wally laughed as he ran up the stairs, the yelling of the police officers coming from not to far behind him. Someone made a swipe at him but he dodged and kept running. By the time he came to a stop at a pair of windows over looking the market below he was panting. He smiled as he looked down at the loot he had in his hands. A wallet, a watch, 2 oranges, and someone's purse. He had done generally well today. His head snapped around just as the police ran around the corner. Some had their tazers out and looked like they were ready to taze him. The others were just trying to catch the 'phantom' a nickname given to him cause it was nearly impossible to catch him should he be found. But he was usually never seen pick-pocketing. Wally looked from the cops that were approaching and down at the street below. There was a couple of over hangs or those cloth window shades that stuck out over the window on buildings.

Wally didn't really feel like being caught and did the next thing that came to mind. He took a couple steps back and ran at the window. He jumped through and glass flew everywhere. He heard some people on the street scream as he fell through the air. He screamed a little, until he landed on the window things and fell through them. They indirectly slowed him down and by the time he got to the bottom one he jumped down and rna across the street into an alley way. He kept running until he was sure there was no one behind him and stopped. Wally leaned against the wall panting trying to catch his breath. He just saw his life flash before his eyes, it mainly consisted of dodging cops and pick0pocketing people. Wow his life was getting pathetic.

"That was really not one of my brightest idea's and I've made a few non to bright idea's in my life."

Wally sook his head and walked down the rest of the alley before making a right, then a left, then he climbed over a fence and crawled under one. After what seemed like days he came to his destination. The school. It wasn't used anymore and was pretty much abandoned. Minus the kids and gangs that used the place as a home. He climbed through a broken window, grimacing as a sharp edge cut into his left leg. He ignored it and kept walking until he came to his room. It used to be a science room. Even had some of the old chemical things in it. Although he didn't think the containers had any chemicals in them. He walked over to the old teachers desk and climbed up on it, then he jumped up on the tall filing cabinet. That's where he slept. He liked to be up high. He was small enough that he hid pretty well up there and when it rained it sometimes flooded in his room.

Wally reached over and pulled a walmart bag off the wall and deposited his new items in. He took one of the oranges and peeled it. He ate every peice slowly, wanting to savior every peice until it was gone. When he was finish he put the walmart bag back and laid down. All the running had taken a tole. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

(5 hours later)

When Wally woke up he noticed that it was officailly darker. Not night dark, but dusk dark. He stretched and jumped down. If he wanted to get a good diner he had to head out had rained while he slept. When he climbed out the window and jumped to the ground he landed in a huge puddle, he was somewhat soaked now. Wally didn't mind though, it kind of reminded him of a bath. Not that he took them all the time so he was sure he stunk. He walked out of the alley and joined in with the crowd. He walked with them for a while. then he turned and walked into the park entrance. The park wa spretty cool. On one side there was a play ground and pond and on the other there was little stores. Like ice-cream and food. The park usually wasn't as crowded this time of day but it was still pretty packed.

He looked around for his new 'victim'. A couple minutes later he had the man in sight. He looked to be about 40. He was wearing a multi-blue jacket, black pants, and shoes. He was turned around looking at something and would have never seen Wally coming. Wally smiled a casually walked over to the man. He walked up beside the guy and looked at stuff in the window as well. Out of the cornerof his eye he saw the man look down at him, sniff, raise his eye brows and look back up at the window. Wally remained cool however and continued to look in the window, until he pretended to get bored and walk away. HE turned and started to walk down the street before turning abruptly and running down an alley. He made a left and came to a stop at the entrance of teh alley a little ways away from te guy. When he was sure the guy didn't see him or hear him, he tip-toed up behind him and slipped his hand into the coat pocket. He felt the texture of a wallet and pulled it out.

He had actually done it. He was in the clear. He turned and started to jog away when a hand on his shoulder spun him around and the wallet was snatched out of his hands. What Wally didn't know was he had just pick-pocketed Len Snart aka Captain Cold. And got caught.

(Lens pov)

I was standing there looking in the window of the ice cream shoppe. I was starting to run low on ice after the last heist and need more. What better place to get ice than at an ice cream shoppe. A little boy who looked no older than ten ran up beside me and looked in the window as well. What kind of parent let their kid out this late at night. I mean I may be a villain but not even Hartley and James were let out after this time, and they were 12 and 13. I looked down at the kid. To say he was filthy was an understatement. He was covered in dirt. His hair what looked to be actually red was a deep brownish red. His shirt was covered in mud, and was that a blood stain on hispant leg.

To make things worse, he smelled. I mean he really reaked. This kid could use a good bath or something. Thankfully the kid left a couple minutes later. However as soon as he was gone I felt someone reach into my jacket pocket and take my wallet. Imagine his surprise whe he turns around and see's the same kid trying to make away with his wallet.

(Regular pov)

Wally stared wide eyed up at the man. He was actually caught. Crap! He snarled and pulled on his wrist trying to get free, but the man had a tight grip on him.

"What do you think your doing kid. This is mine"

"Let go of my arm you weirdo!"

"You talk to all adults that way or just the ones who catch you?"

"No only the freaky ones"

"Why you little... Look I should hand you over to teh police you little brat..."

Len never actually got to finish his threat the kid cut him off, looking up at him with huge eyes full of... Fear?

"NO! Don't take me the police. Listen I'm sorry I took your wallet! But you got it back! Why not just let me go? Get me outta your hair?"

Len gve him a confused look. What was up with this kid? Why was he so... Scared... to go to the police?

"Why not the police? You tell me why and maybe I won't hand you over"

The kid looked nervous.

"Ok ok! Look if you take me to the police then they will take me back to my dad and I can't go back there!"

"Why not?"

No answer. The silence was all Len needed to figure it all out. The kid was a street urchin. A runaway probably. From home. His dad was probably a mean guy. Len sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't just leave a kid out here all night.

"Waht's your name?"

"Wally. WAlly West. And yours?"

"Len Snart"

He let him go of him and half expected the kid to run. So when he did he was able to easily catch up to him. He grabbed the kid round the waist and threw him over his shoulder. The kid opunded on his back and demanded to be put down.

"No way kid. Your coming with me and meet some of my friends. Besides your like what ten and you stink and need a bath soo bad!"

Finding in useless the Wally stopped pounding on Len's back and demanding to be put down. Instead he fell quiet. Besides Len was stronger then him.

About twenty minutes later and Len and Wally (still over his shoulder) entered a ware house. Two older teens sitting sprawled on the couch looked up, some men sitting around a table look up as they entered. Wally caught a glimpse of one and gasped.

"Wait your the rogues? Where's Cold guy?"

Len chuckled and Wally groaned, great he had just pick-pocketed Captain Cold. Someone cleared their throat.

"Ummm Len whose the little guy?"

"Guys this is Wally. Kid welcome to your new family"

END...

Sooo tell me what you think! I hope you liked it! I dont actually think Cold's 40...