Here's installment numero dos! And due to a sudden influx of new nonsense riddles, there might be more one shot's to come. The trick is coming up with situation to use the riddles in...

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"Get him Kid! He's going that way!"

Wally went into a long skid, trying to turn like Flash told him to. With his mentor still trying to escape the Trickster's 'chewing gum stick', basically a massive puddle of warm sticky chewing gum that stuck people to the pavement, it was up to Wally to catch the villain.

The redheaded speedster snorted. Of all the Rogues, Trickster was by far the oddest.

And by far the hardest to catch.

Ahead of him, Trickster began to laugh, and Wally suddenly found himself very worried. And with good reason. He saw the marbles mere nano-seconds before he was running on them. It wasn't fast enough.

"Woah!"

His feet flew out from underneath him, dumping him out on the pavement. He could hear the Trickster laughing at him, and he ground his teeth in frustration. He'd lost track of how many times Trickster had gotten him with that spilled marbles gag.

Hands suddenly grabbed him under his arms, lifting him up. "Come on Kid." Barry said in his ear, setting the teen on his feet. He grinned at his nephew and partner. "No time to be laying down on the job."

Wally made a face. "Ha, ha. He went that-a-way."

"Well then, we're going that-a-way as well." Barry answered. The two speedsters smirked. "Race you there. Go!"

They were hot on the tail of the Trickster again in moments.

The brightly costumed villain laughed, looking over his shoulder as he ran and aiming a gun at them. Were it any other man, the two heroes would've laughed at the gun. It was a ridiculous looking thing. Shaped like a shotgun, it had a massive fake nose mounted on the end of it, complete with a bushy black mustache. It was the stupidest looking gun either had ever seen.

The blonde maniac fired, discharging a viscous green goo.

The two speedsters swerved, narrowly avoiding the hissing green puddle as it ate into the pavement. Barry gave it a narrow eyed look as they raced past. "Is it just me, or is that mess a little bit stronger than usual?"

Wally nodded. "Can't you smell it? He's upping the strength of his acid. I'll bet it's sulfuric, or maybe hydrochloric. Don't step in it, or else."

Barry laughed, dodging another blast. "Or else what?"

"Or else you'll have to change your name from Flash to Gimpy." Wally answered. The two turned a corner, and Wally whooped. "We got him now, he's cornered!"

Trickster had trapped himself in a short dead end alley. He whirled to face the oncoming speed demons, his long blue cape billowing behind him, and his ever present smile firmly fixed in place.

"You'll never take me alive!" he yelled dramatically, leveling the 'snot gun' at them.

Wally shook his head as the two heroes came to a halt. "Jeeze James, you really need a haircut."

"I do?" The Trickster frowned, grabbing hold of some of the pink and gold strands of his overgrown hair and pulling them down where he could see. "Yeah, I guess I do at that." He shrugged. "But you know how it is Kid Flash, what with that pretty mop of red you've got there. You walk into a barber shop in a costume and they say no service!"

Barry frowned, startled by the sudden topic change. "What?"

Wally suddenly gave an excited cry and grabbed his uncle's arm. "Hey Flash! Can I ask Trickster a riddle? Please?" The younger speedster was practically vibrating with excitement. "It'll only take a second!"

The Flash starred at his nephew, absolutely dumbfounded. What brought this on?

Wally apparently took his uncle's silence as an affirmative. Clapping his hands like a gleeful child, he returned his attention to the Trickster and took a step towards him. "Ok dude, you ready?"

Trickster grinned, putting up his gun and rubbing his hands in anticipation. "Go for it Kid Flash!"

"Ok…" Wall paused, apparently for dramatic effect. "…are you really listening?"

Again, the Trickster nodded eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm listening!"

"Ok. If you have four pencils, and I have seven apples, how many pancakes fit on the roof?" The speedster quizzed.

Trickster paced back and forth, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. On his second circuit, he fished in his costume and pulled out a dark brown Sherlock Holmes pipe. It didn't surprise either speedster when bubbles came out of the pipe instead of smoke. He made several more circuits from one side of the alley to the other and back, puffing excitedly on his bubble pipe.

"You give up yet?" Wally asked after the thirteenth round.

Trickster waved him off, still puffing furiously on his pipe. "Not yet, not yet!" he muttered around the stem of his pipe. He paced the width of the alley several more times. After the thirtieth time he made his circuit, he growled and made a frustrated gesture.

"Gah! …I knew it! I knew it just yesterday!" he complained.

Flash watched the rogue pace, absolutely lost.

Trickster suddenly gave an ecstatic cry on round number thirty-three. "I got it! I got it!"

Wally laughed. "Well, don't keep it to yourself James. Get out a handful of confetti and tell me already."

To the Flash's amazement, the Trickster actually did it! He reached into his costume, pulled out a handful of confetti and tossed it high up into the air with a delighted laugh. "Purple! Because aliens don't wear hats!"

"Yes! Absolutely correct!" Wally crowed.

Flash watched in utter amazement as his nephew darted forward to slap a high five with the villain they'd been chasing less than ten minutes ago. Said villain had been robbing an arcade called Gerry's Games less than fifteen minutes ago.

The oddness only continued when Wally slung an arm across the rogue's shoulders and deftly relieved him of his 'snot gun', negligently tossing the modified shot gun to Flash.

"Come on James, let's get you back to the hospital…" Wally said, walking the villain right past his red garbed mentor toward the alley's exit. "We'll get you a haircut and a change of clothes, and then we can play Jenga. Or maybe Uno." Wally chattered on.

Trickster nodded. "Sounds good, these clothes need washing anyway. But could we play darts instead?"

Wally laughed and nodded. "Sure James, sure! I almost forgot how much you love darts. But you know the rules, no sharp darts in the hospital."

"Ok, I promise!" Trickster answered, sounding like a happy little child.

Barry shook his head, slowly following after the two. He had no idea what had just happened. And he wasn't even sure he wanted to ask!


"And… here comes the answer!" laughed Green Arrow.

"Purple! Because aliens don't wear hats!" The Trickster's voice said over the speakers. The heroes watched with growing amusement as the film of Trickster and Kid Flash played out on the holo-screen in the watchtower.

Barry shook his head.

Somehow, probably due to Wally, Robin had found out about the events of the afternoon. The boy wonder had then gone and hacked into the security systems of the surrounding buildings and checked each one until he'd found the one that had caught the whole event. He'd then sent the footage to both the mountain and the Watchtower.

This would be the sixth time he'd seen these clips.

Wonder Woman arched an eyebrow at the scarlet speedster. "You protégé is certainly on interesting terms with the villains."

Barry sighed, pulling back his cowl. "Tell me about it. I didn't even know he'd met the Trickster yet, let alone that he was on a first name basis with him."

Wonder Woman cocked her head. "Is it wise to allow him to have such a close connection with a known villain?" she asked.

Barry shrugged. "I don't know. If it were any other villain I'd say no, but with Trickster…" he shook his head. "You can never tell. Considering how well the kid took him down today, maybe it's not a half bad idea."

The Amazon didn't look convinced. "We shall see…" she murmured, turning and walking away.

For several long minutes, the speedster remained standing there.

Green Arrow was playing the video yet again, showing it to some newly arrived leaguers who had yet to see it.

"Purple! Because aliens don't wear hats!" the recorded voice of the Trickster yelled yet again.

Barry suddenly frowned. A thought had just occurred to him. He made his way at a sedate pace through the crowd of heroes gathered to watch and laugh until he found the one he was looking for.

"Hey Hal, got a minute?"

The sandy haired Green Lantern turned from the screen, a smile on his face. "Sure Barry. What do ya need?"

The speedster stopped. "I've got a question for ya. You've traveled a lot for your job as a Green Lantern, right?"

Hal nodded, wondering where this was going. "Yeah, I guess so… Why?"

Barry nodded. "Oh good, then you should be able to answer this for me." He cocked his head at the other man, genuine curiosity on his face.

"…is it true aliens don't wear hats…?"


Lol, yep, Barry had to ask...

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