AN: Here's another chappie for you! As always, reviews are welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.

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Everyone smiled as they heard Grammy Joan's words of wisdom. She had been right; Flash had a big family in the Justice League. They watched as various memories flitted across the monitors in the Watchtower.

Barry showed Wally his lab at the police station.

Barry and Iris took Wally to the park and had a picnic.

Iris took Wally to the news station and all of the females cooed over him while he had a disgusted look on his face.

Wally was snuggled up with Grammy Joan on the couch watching a movie.

The days and weeks flashed across the screens in indistinct blurs and echoes, and everyone in the Watchtower smiled that same content smile as Wally and his aunt and uncle.

But there was something that was bugging the league members. In Wally's memories, Barry told him stories about the Flash's battles, but Wally was the Flash.

"Was there another Flash before Wally?" asked Diana of the room at large.

"You know," said Superman, "I've never really thought about it, but the Flash has been around as long as Batman. Yet, he's one of the youngest leaguers."

"So there was another Flash?" asked Stargirl.

No one could answer for sure. They couldn't even use a computer to go through old reports on Flash to find out as the monitors were still showing Wally's memories.

At that moment, another scene solidified on the screens. Wally was in the guestroom, or what used to be the guestroom. Compared to his room at his parent's house, it was much more personalized. Flash paraphernalia was everywhere; on the walls, the bed, and little Flash action figures littered a corner of the room where it looked like they were mid-battle with his rogues. However, there was also a little chemistry set on the desk with several other science books, and hand drawn pictures taped to the walls next to photos of Wally, Barry, Iris, and Joan.

"Wally, your mom's here," said Barry coming into the room.

Wally looked at him sadly.

"Hey kid, why the long face? Aren't you happy to go back home?" Barry asked as he sat on the bed next to Wally's suitcase.

Wally didn't answer for a moment and asked without looking up at him, "Will you miss me?"

"Of course I'll miss you." Barry pulled Wally up into his lap where Wally clung to his shirt as though his life depended on it. "I had so much fun with you these past few weeks. When you go, the house will seem too empty." Barry smiled. "You're just going to have to come back and visit a lot."

"I can come back?" asked Wally as he looked at his uncle hopefully.

Barry nodded. "As often as possible. Maybe you can come over on the weekends. I might have to work some Saturdays, but I'm sure my boss won't mind you tagging along to the lab. You're a bright kid after all. How does that sound?"

Wally smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically.

The scene dissolved in a rush of color and for the next few minutes, the league could make out two paths the memories would take. Either they were very good with Wally's aunt and uncle, or very, very bad when his father abused him. His mother was strangely absent in all of this.

Then the shapes came into focus. Wally looked about the same age and he was alone in a bedroom. He was looking around carefully. He ducked his head under the bed and opened the closet door to peek in.

"Come on," he muttered. "I know I can find something in here that will prove it."

Wally continued looking through the room, opening all of the dresser drawers. Then he went to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, looked inside, and was about to close it when he paused. He put his hand in and pulled up a false bottom. Wally's eyes widened as he pulled out a little gold ring with the flash insignia on it. A grin split his face as he examined the ring. Then he pushed a small clasp on the side and out of it shot the Flash's uniform.

"I knew it," he whispered in awe.

"Wally!" came Barry's voice and Wally looked towards the door as Barry stepped through. "Wally, there you are. What are you-" Barry's eyes landed on the uniform splayed out on the floor.

Barry went wide-eyed and held up his hands. "I can explain this," he said quickly.

"You're the Flash!" exclaimed Wally jumping up and down. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it was you! No one eats as much as you, and whenever a bad guy attacks, you run off and the Flash shows up, and when he leaves, you come back. I knew it!"

The look on Barry's face was almost comic. He was obviously panicked. "Okay, okay. I'm the Flash, but you can't tell anyone. Understand Wally? If people knew I was the Flash, it'd put you and Iris in danger, and-and…lots of other bad stuff!"

"I won't tell anyone," said Wally earnestly. "But how'd you do it? How'd you become the Flash?"

"Well," said Barry nervously. He went and sat on the bed and Wally sat beside him, looking at him in awe. "It all started when I was working late in the lab one night. Everyone had already left, but I wanted to finish up a case, so I stayed. It was storming outside, big bolts of lightning flashing across the sky," said Barry getting into the story. "I went over to the shelves that held all the chemicals we use and then, all the sudden, a bolt of lightning breaks through the window, hitting me and sending me flying into the chemicals. I got drenched in them."

Barry grimaced. "Anyway, I passed out and I don't really remember much of what happened next, but when I woke up in the hospital, I knew something was off right away."

"What do you mean?" asked Wally.

"I felt different and everything around me just moved so slowly. And I was hungry, too. Really hungry. It didn't take me long to realize I had superspeed. For my first run, I had only meant to rush to get a cab after getting out of the hospital. Instead, I found myself on the outskirts of the city before I could stop," he said chuckling. "Lucky I didn't run into a wall. Of course, that came later when I practiced controlling my speed. I had help with that though, from Jay Garrick. It's too bad you never got to meet him," said Barry thoughtfully. "He would have liked you. He was the first Flash you know."

"He-he was?" Wally asked incredulously.

Barry chuckled. "Yeah, I'm not surprised you don't know. Pretty much everyone has forgotten, but a long time ago, there was this organization of superheroes called the Justice Society of America. I only know about it because of Jay since the JSA operated in secret. Still, I was able to track Jay down after I got my powers by following old rumors."

"Cool," breathed Wally. "Can you tell me about Jay? And the JSA? And what happened to the other heroes? Why isn't there another Justice Society? What about-"

"Calm down kid!" laughed Barry. "There'll be plenty of time for stories later. Besides, if you want to know about the JSA, Grammy Joan is the best person to ask. Right now, we need to go tell your Aunt Iris that you know our big secret."

Wally cringed.

"Do we have to?"