Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Wee woo! Wee woo!

Fuck. The cops are after me and I can't use my speed, because that would be a dead give-away to the Flash. Aka: My Uncle Barry.

I mean, come on. 40 bucks ain't that bad, I mean have you seen fuckin' Catwoman? She steals diamonds and emeralds and all that jazz every fuckin' night in Gotham.

40 bucks will barely keep me alive for 4 hours because of my speed.

My feet pounded against the alleyway pavement in Central City as I ran my ass away from the store I stole from.

I made a sharp turn and with my 'luck' tripped on somethin' and crashed hard on the ground, twisting my ankle and hitting my head hard on the concrete.

"Damnit". I mumbled dizzily, slowly raising my hand to head, wincing as I touch where I hit it, pulling back my hand to see red.

"Fuckin' hell". I mumble, as I start to pick myself up. I accidentally put pressure on my twisted ankle and I cry out in pain.

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself, limping forwards slowly towards a dark corner.

I finally made it there and curled up, staying as quiet as I could until the police cars passed my little hiding place. I waited about five minutes before they finally passed, then waited another five just to make sure that they were gone.

I gave a small sigh of relief before my eyes started to close, but then I snapped them back open, knowing that it was not good to fall asleep when you had a concussion.

My eyes then started to close again, and this time I just couldn't keep them open, I was just so, so exhausted. My eyes finally drifted shut, and the last thing I remember was somebody yelling to somebody called Len.

Author's note: Hey Guys! I've had this story in my head for awhile and I decided to write it! Hope you guys enjoy it!