Wally ran down the street from Freddie's house and turned left. He was anxious to see his buddies again and caught himself running way too fast for Wally West, Usain Bolt fast. He slowed to a typical 12 year old boy's pace with a sigh. It was so easy to run fast now and so hard to just run slow.
He got to the end of the street, hung another left and kept going. Flash had said he shouldn't tell any of his friends. But the more he thought about it the more he started to believe that Chan would know. He'll figure it out. He'll know that something's very different about me. The trick with the hologram at school would fool all the jerks who make fun of me and the people who don't know me, but this is Chan, my best friend. Aaron, Stevie and Jeff might not figure it out but Chan knows me better than they do. We do everything together-at least we did up till now.
As Wally kept jogging along at a tortoise-like sprint, he considered this some more and became convinced that Chan would figure it out. He glanced down at his feet while avoiding some cracked pavement.
My sneakers! Chan gives me his half worn out sneakers. Up till Friday, we both wore size 5. So, if he stands next to me he's not gonna notice that my feet are suddenly much bigger than his, that I wear size 9 today? And if he hands me the game controls he's not gonna notice that my hands are suddenly a lot bigger than they were just a few days ago?! Even my face is different. My jaw looks bigger and my cheekbones show more. He's gonna know something's up. And if we hit pause to go take a piss, when we're both standing there whizzing, he's not gonna notice that mine's not just a little bigger now, it's-it's fricking porn star sized?! He's not gonna notice that?! Come on. Even just being next to him on the floor, the two of us using his games, he might notice that my shoulder's a lot more muscular. Or that I'm extra warm now, my body temperature two degrees higher than before.
Dude, he imagined Chan saying through a skeptical squint. What's with you? Are you burning up?
He ran along at an irritatingly slow pace feeling calm about the whole identity thing now. Maybe not immediately but within a few days, Chan'll know. And I won't have to agonize about telling him or not. He'll figure it out.
Wally smiled. Good. He didn't want to lie to Chan. He questioned himself a moment for this in light of his being willing to lie to his family but shrugged it off. He and Chan didn't keep secrets from each other. It wasn't some girl thing where it was oh so important and they whispered special information and gasped at its implications. They would casually blurt things out to each other just to not have to bother with the whole stupid "secret" aspect of anything.
After Chan's mother had made a cryptic remark about not acting like his sister, Chan rolled is eyes and told Wally, "My older sister's crazy. At least that's the way my parents talk about it. She goes to raves and gets mediocre grades and it drives them nuts. So they put even more pressure on me."
The subject of punishment came up and Wally told Chan about how his mother would spank his butt with her oversized hairbrush. Chan told him how his parents had "washed his mouth out with soap" actually made him keep a piece of soap in his mouth for 15 minutes after he'd used the word "asshole" to describe the junior high's principal in front of his grandmother. Better to just say these things and get them over with than bother with a whole stupid secrecy thing about them. Wally and Chan were united in that perspective.
At last, Wally turned down a cul de sac street and ran to the third house on the left, up its driveway to the front door. He rang the bell at Aaron's house in case the guys had all stopped there. Aaron's mom came to the door and didn't recognize him at first. He glanced quick at his reflection in the glass panel beside the door and gave a sigh of relief. No, he was slouching like he was supposed to. Aaron's mom was just taken aback by Wally wearing oversized clothes instead of the expected chinos and good boy clothes. She said that the guys weren't there but wasn't sure whether they'd gone to Stevie's house or Chan's.
Wally tried at Stevie's where there was no answer and then went along to Chan's where Chan's mom let him in. She gave him a long, circumspect look as she did so. Wally raced up to Chan's room where he found Stevie, Aaron and Jeff, too.
"Hey guys."
"Where've you been?" asked Chan, falling back into a chair at the side of his room. Aaron was in another chair. Stevie and Jeff lay across his bed playing a video game on the screen at the side of the room.
"Prune face made me wait and then I . . I got stuffed in a trash can by Williams and Cavanaugh."
The others all rolled their eyes before Stevie broke out into guffaws. "Hahaha. Wasn't that great seeing Kid Flash reject both their shots back in their ugly faces?"
Nods all around.
"Yeah, well it seems they don't want to hear anyone remind them about it."
"Dude? You laughed at 'em about Kid Flash humiliating 'em?" asked Aaron.
Wally nodded with a grin, now over at the side of the room by Chan. Everyone laughed. Williams and Cavanaugh soooo completely had it coming.
Eventually, the conversation turned to the assembly and Flash and Kid Flash.
"You can do crossfit and PX90 and any freaking thing you want for 12 hours a day and you won't be in shape like Flash," declared Stevie shaking his head. "Holy shit."
Nods all around.
"What about Kid Flash?" muttered Wally.
Jeff snickered. "That suit! It's like a full body speedo, maybe worse!"
Chuckles all around. Wally glanced furtively at his friends, anxious to know what they thought of the other him. "Is it . . any worse than Flash's?" Wally muttered. "And, he looks like he's in just as good shape as Flash."
Stevie shook his head not in answer but at the question. "No, the suit's not any worse but he's a freaking kid. What is he, like a-a seventh grader or an eighth grader and he's wearing that-that . . ?!"
"Gay ass suit." Aaron finished the sentence for him. Wally frowned angrily at Aaron, the wimpiest of the five of them making fun of Kid Flash.
"And he might not beeeeee gay," said Stevie, "But if keeps wearing that suit, it'll make him gay."
Laughs all around. Wally did his best fake chuckle. No one was paying too much attention and it got by. He wasn't sure how to play this. Should he defend Kid Flash? Could he? Is it clearly enough established that he's not Kid Flash in the minds of everyone at school tht he can do that?
"Oh come on, a-a uniform can't make you gay," he finally mumbled. Not even mine, he thought to himself.
"That one might," laughed Jeff. "I think it was tighter than what the ballet dude was wearing three weeks ago. Besides, why should you defend him? He made fun of you in front of the whole school."
Wally shrugged. "I just don't see how his suit makes him gay if Flash's doesn't make him gay."
"Because Flash looks like he could be faster than Usain Bolt even if he didn't have a super power. Kid Flash is barely bigger than us." explained Chan. "That's why it's okay for Flash to dress like that but not freaking Kid Flash."
Wally wasn't sure what to say and just let the issue drop. But he knew it wouldn't be the last time that Kid Flash would meet with a reaction of derision for being his age and wearing such an impossibly tight uniform.
The afternoon want along pretty much like normal except that he had this incredible secret this whole other undercurrent to his entire life now. Aaron, Jeff and Stevie left Chan's a little after 5 but Wally hung around.
He saw Chan looking at him kind of oddly and perked up. He wasn't sure why then he felt a wave of excitement. He's figured it out! That must be it. He's gonna ask! He's figured it out already!
But, finally, Chan gave a sigh and turned off the videogame.
"Hey! I was winning."
How could he not win when he could press the buttons impossibly fast.
"Wally . . dude. I've gotta tell you about something."
"You've gotta tell me . . ?" muttered Wally.
"It just happened Friday. I mean, that's when I found out. It was another reason why my parents didn't want me to go to Keystone City with you. They wanted to talk to me about it. I haven't told the other guys yet. I wanted you to know first."
Chan paused as Wally thought to himself that this was an interesting turnabout.
"I'm . . I mean my family, we're all moving. We're moving to Star City. I'm not sure exactly when but definitely before school starts in September. Maybe in a couple weeks. They told me I wouldn't be going to our school for 7th grade."
"You're . . moving?" Wally was crestfallen.
"Dude. I didn't want to. It's my dad . . his job. They want him to get another facility like the one that he runs outside Jump going down there in Star City. It's some kind of promotion, too. Beaucoup de benjamins."
Wally rolled over on the bed and slumped limply.
"There's no question, this is happening?"
"No question."
Neither boy said anything for most of a minute. Wally was crushed. You could say you would call and skype and do whatever else you wanted but it wasn't the same, not even close and you might as well drop it if one of you was in Jump and the other was in Star City.
"No question?"
Chan sighed. "No question. My dad already picked out a new house. That's where he went last weekend."
"I thought your mom decided everything in your house?"
"All the day to day stuff. My dad makes all the big calls. You want to see it? We've got all these pictures and a video of it. It's really cool. I-"
"No thanks," Wally mumbled as he got slowly to his feet.
"I-I wasn't lording it over on you or anything. I didn't mean anything like that. You know I wouldn't-"
Wally cut Chan off with a wave. "I know. I just . . ." He stepped over to Chan and gave him a quick hug.
"Man, that just . . that just completely sucks."
"I didn't want it, Wally. But it's a done deal. I love it here in Jump, with you and the rest of the guys. But it's decided."
Wally nodded. He shuffled his way down the stairs and out of Chan's house, grabbing an apple off the counter as he went. He shuffled down the street suddenly feeling like he not only didn't have any impossible reservoir of energy from another dimension. He barely had the energy to shuffle past Jeff's house and then down through the woods and across the railroad tracks to his house. One minute he thought he might get to share his secret with Chan. The next, his best friend was moving.
"Fuck!" he shouted after running it through his head some more. "Fuck!"
He glanced around quickly and, seeing no one watching him, buzzsawed through his apple in two seconds before tossing the core into the woods.
Dammit! If only he'd gone to Keystone City like he was supposed to! He might be a Flash now, too, struck by the same lightning, drenched by the same acids. We could still be pals. Running between Jump and Star City is nothing for Flashes. Dammit.
Finally, he got to his house and stepped inside. His mother was there as well as his sister and two of her stupid friends. Ugh. Once inside the door, he made a beeline for his room, not wanting to talk to anyone after Chan's news. But before he got there his sister was all suspiciously perky, shouting from the living room asking him what he'd eaten that day.
He sighed. Her and her diets. 10 years old and obsessed about weight. It was so dumb. Just exercise a bit more he would tell her. She would get all upset. Somehow, that was insulting her. She wanted to talk about her perceived problem non-stop but then if you tried to help her about it, she got upset.
Wally told her about the two lunches he'd eaten at school and then the three rice crispy squares at Freddie Simmons's house, though he didn't mention Freddie's name for not wanting to have to deal with their stupid remarks about being at the house of a boy who took ballet. And he mentioned the apple from Chan's house.
He could see his sister writing it all down. He shook his head. So dumb.
His mother had made some sort of casserole, some stuff with noodles and meat in a sort of gravy sauce. To his great disappointment, he saw that his sister's friends were going to have dinner with them. Less food for him.
He piled his plate higher than his mother, sister or her friends and ate as slowly as he could but it was still much faster than any of them. They all glared at him when he reached for seconds.
"What? I'm hungry," he protested. His mother launched into her usual 'eating us out of house and home' spiel. His sister seemed to enjoy that more than her food. She mumbled something to her friends about seeing how other people will like being put on a diet. He didn't pay any attention. He finished his plate, got up from the table and grabbed a fistful of Wheat Thins, nearly half the box on the counter and retreated to his room, his sister's snickering fading behind him.
He read the last chapter of his english book over three times in a few minutes. Pruneface was going to give them a quiz on it the next to last day of school. God. Every other class was just winding down but she was going to give another quiz.
Well, I've got a secret weapon, he smiled and read the forty pages another time in just a few seconds. It's good to be a Flash.
He read a detective novel and then an Elmore Leonard book before drifting back into the kitchen and taking the rest of the Wheat Thins and after a long survey of the contents of the fridge, a container of ice cream. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sister watching him as he made his way back to his room.
"What a pig you are!" she snickered to the delighted laughter of her friends. He only shrugged.
It wasn't like he could do anything about it. He was hungry. Although it was starting to worry him just how hungry he was. This almost didn't make sense. Flash had told him that his super speed wasn't powered by the food he ate. It was from speedforce. It was from an interdimensional energy transfer. Fine. But . . then why was he so hungry almost all the time?
He shuffled past his sister on the way to the bathroom. As he went by she muttered out loud, ". . and a box of wheat thins and a quart of ice cream." He could faintly hear her saying something else about diets to her friends, through the bathroom door, as he took a long, satisfying piss, but he just couldn't care too much about her diet fixation. Like his mother and father, she was not nearly as skinny as he was. She wasn't fat but definitely had a stockier frame than he did, even before the lightning. And she'd already enlisted his mother in her diet crusade against him once to no avail. The week before he got his super speed. he'd wolfed down a whole box of Nilla Wafers in an evening and his mother had dragged him to the bathroom and made him stand on the scale. What was worse, she made him strip down to his underwear to get his correct weight. His sister had guffawed at that. It wasn't even clear what they expected or what they wanted to do after they weighed him. 99 pounds. That's what he weighed. But was that good or bad? His mother and sister didn't seem to know either. What terrible science! They run an experiment without having a clue what to do with the results. But even just glancing at him in his underwear through the inch that he let the bathroom door be opened, they could see that he was anything but fat. So, the issue dropped.
But now his appetite was really out of control. That's what they said. Wally wouldn't have said so to them but he partly agreed. He was supposed to be a hero now. Heroes were masters of self-discipline, weren't they? But he could barely resist for ten seconds before wolfing down crackers or ice cream. If a villain ever thought to bring a desert cart to a fight, he'd be a goner!
Just before going to bed, he was hungry again. His stomach rumbled. He wanted to resist and make a show of will power if only to himself. But he caved in a minute later and started looking around for something to eat. There was nothing good. He couldn't finish off the breakfast cereal. His mom and sister would notice that the next morning. He settle for a bottle of olives that had never tempted him in the least. He gulped them down in just a couple seconds and immediately felt sort of ashamed that he was now resorting to inhaling foods he didn't even like.
He went back to his room and soon felt overwhelmed by boredom. But, there was something he could do about it. He turned off the light in his room and arranged pillows under the covers to look like him. Then, he pulled off his civilian clothes and triggered the release of his uniform from his ring.
A second later he was speeding down the streets of Jump City. Flash had said that a hero needed to know his city inside and out, upside down and backwards. If you heard on a police radio that there was a robbery at Kirkland and Fremont, you had to know where that was. Kid Flash really only knew well the parts of Jump City within a mile of his house.
Anyone on the streets of Jump City from 10 to 11 p.m. that night would have seen a yellow and red blur zooming down this street then that one, back onto this one then turning onto another one. The pattern of the blur's appearances would have seemed totally random. That was because Kid Flash was just randomly speeding around the streets of Jump City, getting to know them, filling in the many gaps in his knowledge of the city.
Another thing that Kid Flash noticed was the patrolling patterns of the Jump City Police Department. There always seemed to be a patrol car in the neighborhood with all the mansions in the north side of the city. Other areas of the city had fewer and sometimes very little police presence. But the richest neighborhoods always had patrol cars moving slowly, nearly idling through them. He made a note himself about this and, with no crimes to fight at that moment, went back home after an hour.
The next day, he went to school as usual. Chan told the other guys and they all reacted with nearly as much disappointment as he had. Of course, Stevie made Chan shown him the video and pictures of his new house in Star City and immediately started comparing it to his own. Wally couldn't get interested in exactly what Chan and his family's new house was going to look like. What did it really matter whether his best friend was gone and in one specific type of house or another? He was gone. Or he was going to be. It sucked no matter what the stupid house he just haaaaaad to move to looked like.
He found that the whole thing was dragging down his mood. Even acing Pruneface's english quiz because he had read the 40 page chapter 15 times didn't get him out of it. Even having had a day's more time than Aaron, Jeff and Stevie to process it hadn't much helped. They liked Chan but he wasn't their best friend like he was his. Chan had been the first kid in Jump City who'd really talked to him after his family had moved to Jump from Blue Valley. Other kids had jumped all over him for his orange hair and being poor and called him a nerd. Chan was the first kid who openly talked to him. And he and Chan got along great. They were definitely better friends than Aaron and Stevie and Jeff. No question. Those three complained about how he and Chan always agreed with each other whenever the group was debating any decision. He and Chan thought the same way about almost everything. They didn't have to explain things all the way through with each other. Just a word or two in the right direction would do. Each knew what the other meant. He could be so relaxed with Chan.
And now he was leaving. Damn.
After school, Wally agonized a few moments but just said 'bye' to Chan and gave him a quick hug about the shoulders. Aaron, Stevie and Jeff were going to go over to Chan's house. But Wally couldn't make himself join in. As he walked away, he got teary eyed. He would see Chan at school the next day and maybe a few times after that before he moved but it almost felt like this was their goodbye. It seemed almost girlish to be so worked up over it but then Wally said 'too fucking bad' to himself. This was Chan!
He didn't remember any of his walk home. If he'd run into any jerk 8th graders he wouldn't have known until they pushed him to the ground. He just suddenly found that his disconsolate shuffling had led him to the front door of his family's crappy little house. He made a beeline for the kitchen. Along with being depressed, he was hungry. His sister wasn't home yet. But there was nothing good ready to eat. Then he had an idea. There was butter in the fridge and sugar and flour in the cupboard. He had seen his mother make sugar cookies. It didn't take much else, did it?
He found a book of recipes and saw that it didn't. Butter to sugar to flour in proportions of 1 part to 2 parts to 2.5 parts. A little baking powder, an egg. He literally threw all the ingredients in a big mixing bowl at once, all of them in the air at the same time. It made an unappetizing heap. But, after a quick glance over his shoulder, he applied a little super speed mixing and 10,000 rpm later, there was a smooth cookie batter.
He turned on the stove, and a minute later had cookies baking in the oven. To his chagrin, his sister arrived home, with her usual hyena chorus of two friends just as he was removing them from the oven. They saw him scarfing down the cookies. He noticed his sister, again, writing something as she watched him eat, shaking her head.
He realized now that she was writing down what he was eating, that she was writing in her calorie counter book what he was eating. Sitting in his room he tried to puzzle out where that would go and decided it didn't matter. So what if she could pronounce that he ate a lot of calories? He was in impossibly good condition. He decided not to worry about his stupid sister's machinations.
His thoughts went back to Chan. At dinner, his Mom had made that same noodles and some meat in gravy casserole and he, again, ate as much as the other four people at the table. He mentioned, between bites, that his friend Chan was moving, that his family was moving down to Star City. He thought it was obvious that this was a very big deal for him. It made no impression on his mother or sister or the hyena chorus. He thought, bitterly, of how they complained when he didn't go all weepy along with them at some stupid thing they had obsessed about, some celebrity thing or some television show thing. God! And, here was his best friend, his true best friend moving away and they couldn't have cared less. There was not a word of consoling.
His feelings of guilt about not telling his family that he was now Kid Flash fluctuated. You're supposed to have unbreakable bonds to your family. They care for you and you for them through thick and thin. At that moment he felt so . . separate. He felt like there was no way he'd ever tell them that he was Kid Flash.
He went to his room but grabbed one of the bananas his mother had brought home from off the counter to take with him. He read a book about police procedures that Uncle Barry had recommended and then ate the banana. He threw away the peel in the kitchen and grabbed another banana along with a fistful of Nilla Wafers and a Snapple iced tea.
"Mom!" he heard his sister crying out as he was reaching his room. "He's eating even more!"
Wally rolled his eyes. He wanted to get away from her right now. He wanted to pull on his Kid Flash suit and go patrolling his city. He didn't have to sit there. There was something else he could do. But he felt like they were watching him, like he was under surveillance or something. Maybe later. He went to the bathroom walking right past his sister and her friends watching tv without a word. On the way back, after peeing then washing his hands, he got another fistful of Nilla Wafers and a glass of milk.
"Mom! He's eating even more . . again!"
This time, his mother came down the stairs. He could hear her coming. He just had time to chew and swallow 20 Nilla Wafers then gulp down his milk after them.
"Wallace Rudolph West!"
His sister and the hyena chorus loved that. Rudolph! He grimaced.
"You come here right this minute!"
Wally sighed and emerged from his room shuffling to where his mother stood at the junction between the worn out living room carpet and the cracked kitchen linoleum tile. He didn't ask 'what is it?' but it was clearly implied by his exasperated expression. His sister and her two friends approached from the opposite direction with anticipatory grins.
"Don't give me attitude, young man! You're eating us out of house and home and it's got to stop."
"I'm hungry." he protested.
"Even after nine thousand eight hundred calories?!" laughed his sister and the hyena chorus joined in.
"What?!" his mother was apoplectic.
His sister nodded exaggeratedly. "Nine thousand eight hundred calories in the last 24 hours."
Wally rolled his eyes. Was that a lot? Even if it was, so what? He was hungry. But his sister then launched into a recitation of everything he'd eaten in the last day. He now wished he'd never told her anything. His mother's eyes got wider and wider listening to all of it.
". . and before that, an apple and before that, three like rice crispy squares."
His mother shook her head angrily as the hyena chorus literally fell down laughing. "Oh my god! How is that even possible?!"
Wally stood there trying to think of what to say. He couldn't tell them that he was Kid Flash now and somehow his appetite had gone crazy as part of it. What could he say?
"I'm hungry," he protested with a shrug.
"That's not good enough, mister. Because it looks like your eating problem-"
"My eating problem?"
"-your eating problem is starting to-to be a problem in other ways. I suppose you hoped to hide this from us," she said and nodded to his sister.
Suddenly, over his mother's shoulder, his sister was holding up one of his old pairs of pants, one of the pairs of pants that he'd burst out the rear seam because of his new, speedsterized glutes.
His mother looked at him like he should give an explanation but he there was nothing he could say. His sister and the hyena chorus filled the void with a sing-song chant.
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
He looked to his mother. Do I have to put up with this?
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Look, I'll concede that for the width of my pelvis I'm incredibly-"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
Wally started to walk away to his room in disgust but his mother grabbed his wrist and started pulling him in the opposite direction. At first he was perplexed but as they approached the bathroom, he knew what this was about. "Aw, come on, Mom!" he protested while his sister and the hyenas made jokes about 'Wally Klump'.
"Get in there and strip down to your underwear then move the scale next to the door and open it enough that we can see it."
He stepped inside and closed the door wondering, frantically, how to get out of this. But he couldn't come up with anything. So, a minute later he pulled the door open just an inch, crouching on the scale in just his boxers and t-shirt with his knees to his chest and his arms around his shins so that they couldn't see his incredible abs or even his super speedster calves.
But they could see the display on the scale. 109 pounds.
His mother sputtered angrily, repeating it over and over again. "A hundred nine pounds?! A hundred nine pounds?!"
At the same time, his sister and friends were falling down on the floor again, laughing. From behind the closed bathroom door he could hear his sister gleefully speculating while he got dressed.
"Oh my god. You gained 10 pounds in a week! Ten pounds! You're gonna be a big fat fatty like Billy Holska. He was a skinny nerd, too and now look at him! You're gonna be a big fat fatty, Wally. Enjoy being able to see your feet while you still can! Ahahahahaha!"
Wally groaned. Billy Holska was a fat 8th grader, the sort of boy whose clothes always looked like they were about to explode, whose shirts somehow never seemed to cover his pathetically bad gut. He was skinny once?!
He couldn't tell them that he'd gained ten pounds in ten seconds last Friday. Uncle Barry had weighed him and informed him that he now weighed 109 pounds. Wally told him that he had been weighed just a few days before that and had weighed 99 pounds. Uncle Barry launched into one of his three minute science monlogues about how the speedforce had transmuted the super powered acids into carbon based organic molecules making up extra muscle. But he couldn't tell them any of it.
His sister was ecstatic about the whole thing, now she said she understood why he was wearing ridiculous grunge clothes. It was to hide getting fat. She speculated that if his butt was where Wally was 'blimping out' first that he'd become a pear shaped big fat fatty. At the rate of 10 pounds a week, he'd gain . . 480 pounds in a year, she said. Wally rolled his eyes as one of her friends corrected her that it meant he'd gain 500 pounds even. Wally sighed.
They took up their chant again.
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a bit butt!"
"I-I don't have a-a big butt. I'm athletic shaped!" he protested to his mother.
His sister fell down on the couch in gasps of laughter. "You?! You never exercise at all. You sit around on your expanding butt reading books. Athletic shaped?! You're nerd shaped!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Wally's got a big butt!"
"Look," Wally said forcefully to his mother after shaking his head at his sister and her friends. "I'm . . I'm in the middle of a growth spurt. I measured myself at five foot . . two this morning. That's-that's how I gained weight. It's because of my growth spurt. I bet in another week I'll weigh the same or barely more even eating like I do."
To his sister's disappointment, his mother essentially agreed to that deal. Wally got to shuffle back to his room. He flopped down on his bed chuckling at the irony that he was being accused of becoming fat.
Later that night, he went patrolling in Jump City again. Mostly he was learning all the streets. He mostly had 'em down from the night before but wanted to make sure. And he saw a fire in the distance, in the outskirts of the Jump City metro area. But by the time he got there there was no one to rescue. He approached the fire chief on the scene offering his help but after a long sidewise glance at the red haired boy in the skin tight suit, the chief said that everything was under control.
Kid Flash ran through the streets of Jump City a bit more then went home a little disappointed that he hadn'te seen any action. He was going to patrol alongside Flash the next day. He figured he was certain to see some action then.
Back home in his room, Wally pulled off his uniform and slid under the covers. Even though the whole eating issue had cooled down a bit he still wanted to get it under control. And another problem occurred to him, not intake but . . output.
