Hello everyone! Guess who's back? Yep, I'm alive! And it feels good to be back! Sorry for the long wait, I hope people are still interested in this stuff!

Uh... I'd recommend going back and reading the previous two chapters before you read this? It's been a while since I updated, after all...

Wally almost fell off of the building in shock when he looked to his left and saw the owl boy standing next to him.

Arms pinwheeling frantically, he managed to catch himself just in time, and blinked once, twice, just to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

Owl Boy was still there, the orange-tinted goggles covering his eyes and the belt of knives still slung around his chest. Wally gaped at him for a long moment, speechless.

"I—but you—"

Owl Boy stared at him silently as Wally scrambled for something to say, anything, to try and convince him to stay.

"Y—you!" Wally finally exclaimed pathetically, pointing his gloved finger into the boy's face. The second he did so, he wanted to slap himself—he wanted to talk to the boy, not scare him away! Wally had spent the past few weeks wondering, theorizing, and desperately trying to find this kid, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.

Wally still didn't know why he was so interested in the boy—well, actually, he did: he had watched as the boy's gaping wound had healed almost instantaneously, and that would make anyone curious, especially someone like Wally, who had all but dedicated his life to science. And the knife... the one with the owl emblazoned onto the hilt that Wally still had hidden underneath a floorboard in his room... there was just something mysterious about it.

And Wally had always loved mysteries.

The Owl Boy didn't seem to impressed with Wally's response to his arrival, tilting his head just a little bit, but otherwise not moving.

Wally breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't realized he had been holding. Good, he hadn't scared the boy away.

"Um..." he said intelligently, "Hi?"

Owl Boy still stared at him, and Wally felt a bit intimidated by his unrelenting gaze. Behind the orange-tinted goggles he could still make out the boy's eyes, narrowed at him as if he were being analyzed.

Suddenly, Wally was struck by the sudden feeling that this boy could kill him, if he really wanted to. It made his body vibrate a little, but he stubbornly held his ground.

"Uh," he said again, "Who are you?"

The boy shrugged, and Wally frowned.

"You don't know?"

The boy frowned and shook his head, and then waved his hand in the air in a dismissing motion.

"But you don't care?" Wally said, eyes widening, and the boy sent a small puff of air out of his nose in exasperation, shaking his head again as if Wally wasn't getting it. Wally blinked.

"Wait—you do know who you are?"

The boy nodded.

"But you aren't going to tell me."

The boy gave a single, curt nod, and Wally resisted the urge to groan.

He was contemplating how to continue their essentially one-sided conversation (Perhaps: So, I saw you steal money from a lady one time, or maybe, out of all the animals you could have picked, why the owl?), but before he could speak, the boy took a step forwards.

It was instinct to take a step back—after all, he had seen how good of a shot this kid was with a dagger—but all the boy did was put two hands on his own side, giving Wally a meaningful look.

Wally lifted an eyebrow.

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

The boy scowled at him and repeated the movement, clasping both hands against his side before pointing to Wally.

The speedster squinted at the boy in confusion, copying the movement slowly and pointing to himself again in an effort to understand.

Suddenly, an image flashed in front of his eyes—the boy had been bleeding out from a massive hole in his side, before it had been miraculously healed, and civilian Wally had tried to take him to the hospital—

Wait.

Wally was Kid Flash right now. He hadn't been in uniform when he had tried to help the boy—

He knew.

Wally would attempt to deny it, but something in the boy's body language—the way he was standing, the way his eyes were narrowed, so certain and accusing—there wasn't any way Wally could convince the kid otherwise.

Wally bolted backwards, but before he could move any further, the boy put his hands out in a placating gesture, and behind the goggles his eyes were wide and honest. Wally narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

"You aren't going to...?"

The boy shook his head.

"Why not?"

The boy made the same little huffing nose that he had made before, blowing air through his nose, and shrugged again.

Wally gritted his teeth together. That wasn't very promising, but the boy was lowering his arms again and staring at him solemnly, as if to say, "Your secret is safe with me".

Wally wasn't too sure if he believed him or not, but the only thing he could do at this point was to trust the boy. He wasn't comfortable with it, not by a long shot, but it wasn't like he had any other choice.

With a sigh, he sat down on the edge of the building and dangled his legs over the street below. It wasn't that tall of a building, but it rose above most of the others in Central City, and Wally liked to come here after a long patrol to watch the sunset. Being Kid Flash was stressful, much more so than most people would believe, and the awe-inspiring colors comforted him sometimes.

He knew he was taking a big risk, since the boy was still armed with multiple daggers and who knew what else in the black bodysuit, but for some reason Kid Flash didn't feel like the boy was going to stab him.

He was proven correct when, instead of attacking him or simply disappearing without a trace again, the boy sat down silently as well, several feet to his right.

It was quiet for a long time—way too long, especially in Wally's speedster mind. He had never been good with long periods of silence.

"So, uh, are you a new bad guy in town, and is this hero-villain bonding hour or something? Did I miss a memo this morning?"

The boy's head snapped around to look at him, orange-tinted eyes wide in surprise. Wally froze for a moment, wondering if he had gone too far, but then the boy threw his head back and snorted, a tiny grin playing along his lips.

Wally smiled cautiously back. He was still uncertain if this was a good idea. After all, he had seen the boy steal money—however, he hadn't hurt anyone yet that Wally knew of.

It was time to press for answers a little harder.

"Listen, uh, owl boy, why are you here? You know what my secret identity is—," Wally frowned, "Or, at least, what I look like, anyway, so why aren't you selling me out already?" He blinked suddenly, and quickly added, "Not that I want you to do that, but seriously, what's your deal?"

The boy shrugged. Wally was getting a bit frustrated with his non verbal answers, but he kept his cool, letting his glance sweep over his body again. He was lean and muscular, but on a closer look Wally was surprised to see that he was dangerously skinny—malnourished, possibly?

The thought didn't sit well with Wally at all. He couldn't even imagine the horrors that would go along with not having any food. And even if he was wrong, well... it never hurt to share. He opened one of his tiny "cabinets", as he had dubbed them, and pulled two energy bars from the pouch.

"Want one?" he asked casually, extending it out to the boy. His silent companion studied the offering for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face, before he reached out slowly and accepted it. Wally silently cheered as the boy unwrapped it and took a bite.

It fell silent again, and Wally shifted uncomfortably.

Suddenly, he realized that the sun had gotten much lower than he had realized, and glanced at his clock nervously. It was 7:42—his parents would be expecting him home soon.

"Ah—sorry, I have to go. Are you..." he didn't even know why he was asking this, but... "Are you gonna be alright?"

The boy cocked an eyebrow at him, as if to say, "Look who you're talking to." Wally held his hands out in a placating gesture.

"Alright, alright," he said, turning to leave.

Something still didn't feel right. He had a gut feeling... and when he had a gut feeling, it was usually right. Some things didn't add up, either—why would a boy like that approach a superhero so easily? Did he want to be caught? Why did he refuse to speak?

Wally had finally gotten a chance to talk to the most recent obsession of his thoughts, but it had only left him with more questions than answers.

"Hey," Wally said, turning back around to face the boy again. "If you ever feel like it... I come here often at this time. You're welcome to join me..."

Stupid, stupid! his mind was screaming at him. He could still be the enemy, why are you telling him your habits?

Wally ignored his mind and flashed a toothy grin at the boy before zipping down the steps of the building. It took a few seconds, but he made it to the ground floor and popped out the door, immediately casting his gaze on the roof of the building above him.

The boy was already gone, but Wally had expected that.

okay, okay, yeah, so not much happened. Meh. Not every chapter can be exciting. Also I'm trying to get back into the swing of things in the fanfiction world, so bear with me a bit. I had to post something, otherwise I might have just kept putting it off. Sorry! But now that I have posted something, I should feel more inspired to work more on it!

This story is my new project! It definitely won't be as long as Luthor's Assassin but I hope you guys enjoy it just as much! I promise more action and exciting things are coming, along with longer chapters!

Thanks for your reviews, and see you guys next chapter!