Warpspeed looked into a window and cursed. The little guy(who he'd taken to calling Ace in his head)'s dad was drunk. Amazingly drunk. Again. And the man wanted a punching bag.
Ensuring the cloaking device he had definitely not stolen on one of his accidental visits to the future(What, it wasn't his fault he hadn't quite mastered the time aspect of travelling the Speedforce- and unless he wanted to risk blinking out of existence by meeting a future self, he had to settle for trial-and-error. Velocity still chewed him out every time it happened though) was still securely on, he followed closely behind the large man, ready to step in if necessary- Warpspeed knew that Rudolph was more violent than he usually was(in most timelines, at least), and Ace was so incredibly important for most of the brighter futures that he had guilt-tripped Velocity into helping him looking after the poor kid.
After all, speedsters look after their own, right? Ace wasn't a speedster yet, but as long as he didn't die before eleven, it was inevitable.
Warp shook his head. Thinking of an adorable little kid who would probably grow up to be a fellow science-bro dying before becoming a teen was depressing, not what he needed to think about right now.
And then- there. Rudolph had grabbed something sharp- a broken beer bottle.
Warpspeed nimbly jumped onto the man's back and pinched a nerve(he had never in his life been more grateful for his older sister enrolling him in ninjutsu classes)- and Rudolph collapsed like a stack of bricks, thankfully not landing on Ace- who looked so completely confused at this sudden turn of events. Ace started looking around- oh, right, he hadn't disabled invisibility yet.
Warpspeed fumbled at his belt for an object he couldn't see- much like the rest of his body- finally hitting the switch that turned off the invisibility.
Ace gaped in awe of the person(who looked fifteen, only six years older than him) who had appeared from thin air. Warpspeed quickly ducked down to the kind of short nine-year-old's level. He held out a hand.
"Hey," he said gently. "I'm Warpspeed, but you can call me Warp or JJ, if you want. What's your name?"
The little little redhead with the surprisingly-still sparkling green eyes looked at his hand cautiously before putting his own hand in to shake. "I'm Wallace West, but you can call me Wally."
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A/N: Yeah, it's short, but this is also my first attempt at a multi-chapter story and it's a prologue, once I get into the swing of things more they'll get longer. Hopefully. I think. Okay, that did not sound promising, but I will try... Yeah this just got so incredibly awkward.
Shazirath out.