Flushing, Queens

08:32 pm

Jesse decided to forgo coming home so early and decided to speed around the streets of New York before it got too late. But there was another reason why she was running around at this time of night. It was to clear her mind of what had transpired a few hours ago. She was really intent on keeping her knowledge of the speed formula all to herself, hoping no one else would find out. Before he died, her father warned her of the possibilities of what could happen if the wrong forces found out a way to gain access to the Speed Force, and needless to say, it scared her. In spite of that, she felt that she could trust Wally, even though she had known him for a short time. Being a fellow speedster, she somehow knew that she could trust the red-head with the valuable information.

'Hope I ain't wrong about that,' the blonde girl thought to herself as she continued speeding through the dark, not as crowded streets of Flushing.

"Z25Y(2AB)6," she said, slowing herself down some, preferring to walk around now. She walked past a few blocks when she spotted a black haired man, Italian probably, running away from a woman who was screaming out in panic.

"Somebody stop that bum, he's got my purse!" the lady shouted out, hoping someone, anyone, would answer her calls.

Jesse, safely hidden in an alley, wondered if she should spring into action. "Well, Batman said that there wouldn't be any missions for a week, and this is my city, all five boroughs of it. Aw, what the hell, it shouldn't hurt," she whispered to herself. "3X2(9YZ)4A!"

The dark haired man ran from intersection to intersection, thinking that he would be safe from prying eyes. As he continued to run, eventually into a parking lot, all of a sudden, he tripped and fell.

On the ground in pain, he looked up to see a blonde haired girl wearing a red shirt with a weird black symbol on it, a black mask, and yellow short-shorts.

"You know, in the future, if you really wanna succeed as a mugger, don't dress like a mugger man," Jesse sniped, commenting on the man's leather jacket and jeans.

"You a cop?" the mugger asked, causing Jesse to roll her eyes.

"You serious? You really think I'm a cop? Cop in a skintight red shirt and yellow shorts? You know you-you," she began, grabbing the guy by the collar. "You got the mind of a scholar, I was really hopin' for more than a typical bad guy response, and you gave it to me." She let the man go, who then proceeded to crawl away. "That's right, crawl over there, good thinkin'."

As he crawled, he looked to back to see Jesse not there. 'Thank God that's over,' he thought.

Then, he stood up and saw the speedster again. "Stay back," he warned, pulling out a switchblade.

Jesse grinned. 'I think I'm just gonna troll him for a little bit.' "Oh please no! Not my weakness! My weakness is small, non-threatenin' knives. Anything but knives," she said while speaking in a mock-scared voice, holding her hands up. She sped over and quickly knocked the blade out of his hands. "Oh that was so simple."

"How'd you do that," the mugger asked, clearly frightened.

"I have my ways," she said cryptically. The sound of police sirens rang in the air as Jesse subdued the man.

"Yo! It's New York Finest here! Hey boys!" Jesse called out to the one cop car that was rolling by.

"Don't worry, he's not goin' anywhere," she assured.

"FREEZE! YOU IN THE SLUTTY OUTFIT!" one of the officers said pointing his gun at Jesse.

"You serious?" Jesse questioned incredulously, raising her hands.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

Jesse lowered her hands to her sides. "No one seems to understand the concept of the mask," she snarked, walking toward the officer.

The cop fired off a few shots, but to his surprise, Jesse caught the bullets with little effort. "I just did 85 percent of your job, and this is how you repay me?!" Jesse Quick complained. After hearing the cop call for back-up, she quickly sped off. "AND MY OUTFIT IS NOT SLUTTY!"

''Eh, with how slow they are, they'll never find me,' she thought, running back to her home in Long Island City.

Central City, Missouri

Around the same time.

The Flash and Kid Flash were on one of the many rooftops of Central City, with the older speedster teaching, or trying to teach, Wally one of his many moves.

"Come on Wally! You're not even trying," the older hero said, his body vibrating at a fast pace. He stared back at his nephew, who's nose was beginning to bleed out.

"Aw, not again!" Wally said while holding his nose.

Barry shook his head in slight frustration. He had been trying to teach Wally how to vibrate his molecules for a while, and ever since he heard about what happened with Young Justice's mysterious foe, he pushed Wally into learning more and more. But Wally seemed to be more distracted than usual.

And Barry was seriously thinking about telling the entire truth about the Speed Force to his protege. He remembers his talk with Jay Garrick.

(Flashback)

"Hey Jay, it's Barry. We need to talk," Barry said into the phone.

Jay Garrick, or Flash I, groaned into the other line. "You have any idea what time it is?"

"I'm quite aware of that. Listen Jay, Wally may be dreaming of the Speed Force."

This got the older man's attention. "Are you sure Barry?"

"Don't know yet. He said he dreamed of a world where everything moved fast and that it was so beautiful."

"From my experience-"

"Which is a lot I might add," Barry joked.

"Are you calling me old?" Flash I threatened.

"You said it, not me."

"Anyway, it could be a visual manifestation of the Speed Force. Don't remember exactly what it looked like though."

"Yeah. Oh, and Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Think I should tell him?"

"That you're basically the Speed Force? All I can say is this: do what you think is right Barry." And with that, the conversation ended.

(End Flashback)

"Wally? Are you feeling alright, man?" he asked.

"Not right now I'm not," he said, alluding to his bloody nose.

"I don't know Wall, you seem a little distracted lately."

"Oh it's nothing Uncle Bear-Bear," the red head reassured.

Barry furrowed his eyebrows in response. "Alright Wally, what's going on?"

"N-nothi-"

"Don't give me that. You're hiding something, I know it, and you know it."

"W-what?"

"You only call me Uncle Bear-Bear when something is wrong." He stepped closer to Wally. "Come on champ, tell me what it is."

Wally sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Look, you know about Jesse right?"

"Your new teammate?"

"Yeah. A few hours ago, she let me in on an interesting secret."

"Which is?" the Flash pried.

Kid Flash cleared his throat. "Thatshehasamathformulaforacc essingthespeedforce."

Barry sure was glad he knew the speedster language. "Areyouserious? Amathformulaforthespeedforce ?"

"NojokeUncleFlashit'strue."

"WeshouldprobablytellBatmanab outthis."

Barry thought about this for a second; no, no he couldn't tell the Bats.

"It'sasecretthatshouldbekepybetw eenthespeedsters."

Wally decided to switch back to normal English. "Maybe you're right."

"Yeah. Come on Walls, let's go back home," Barry finished. The two speed demons sped back to their home.

The first part is how Jesse fights crime in Queens. Some of the dialogue may ring a bell. :)

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