"I'll be fine on my own Uncle Barry. You're sick. Let me handle Central City today," said a young thirteen year old Kid Flash. Barry sat up in bed weakly.
"No. You're too young," he coughed. Wally gave a small smile to his uncle.
"I'll be fine. You rest up," he said darting out to save the city.
"Crap. Batman's coming to visit too," he groaned. His eyes fell as drowsiness filled his body. He hoped that Batman wouldn't see him out with the rogues. They weren't the average villains. He fell into the pools of unconsciousness.
-.-
"Captain Cold? Why are you stealing ice?" asked Wally with his innocent light hearted voice. Captain Cold shot at him quickly. Wally ran out of the way. The ice coated a light post.
"Well the baby is here to play," Cold said coolly.
"It's Kid Flash," he said. Cold shot at him again grazing his shoulder. Kid Flash ran to grab his gun but missed, skidding across the ground.
"C'mon Baby Flash. You and I know both know you can do better," he said encasing him in ice. He frowned and took the frozen Kid Flash to the rogue's hideout. Contrary to popular beliefs he was not a killer.
But unfortunately no one told his Godfather. As Cold took Kid Flash, an ominous shadow hovered over the city. A bat had come. An angry one at that.
He followed Cold to the rogue's typical hideout (according to Flash. Batman wasn't sure why he let it still stand as their base) where he had brought Kid Flash. Batman swooped in.
-.-
"Not c-c-c-cool, C-C-C-C-Cold," Kid Flash shivered. Only his head was out of the ice. Cold snickered.
"I find it very cool," Cold joked. Kid Flash rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. Batman looked in from above. He threw a Batarang at Cold that released a knock out gas. But Cold dodged having most of the gas hit Wally. He slumped over unconscious.
"They heck?" Cold grunted looking over in the direction the caped crusader threw it from. He was knocked onto the ground. He looked up at the dark knight who had his hand around his throat. A dark and piercing glare stared deep into Cold's person.
"Don't think you'll get away with this," he growled. Cold furrowed his brows.
"And here I thought Baby Flash was watching the city for his sick mentor," Cold said with little emotion. He scowled at Batman. That was rewarded by him being shoved harder into the ground.
"You're going to be locked away for a long time," Batman said knocking him out. He looked over at Kid Flash who stood motionless in the ice. He pulled a chisel from his utility belt and began hacking away at the ice that encased the young speedster.
-.-
Wally groaned as his head throbbed in pain as he began to wake up… at home? He was used to Cold (on the rare times it happened) taking him to their hideout, chatting for a few minutes mostly on his school assignments to see if any of the rogues could be of assistance, and then he would go off to a different hideout and hope he wasn't caught. It was a strange yet oddly friendly game of hide and seek mixed with keep away between Cold and Flash.
So why was he in his bed? And in his civvies? Barry was bedridden so he knew that it wasn't him who got him. His Aunt Iris was out of town to avoid coming down with whatever Barry had. He scratched his head. None of the villians knew where he lived.
-.-
"Batman is really irritating," Cold said talking to Boomerang behind bars.
"He arrested yah? Thought that was Flash's job," he said.
"Yeah well, he saw me freeze Baby Flash."
"He's our Baby! He should know that we take good care of our Babys. Look at James and 'artly," he said.
"Maybe that's why he doesn't trust us."
"Well, our little Baby will 'elp you out. He's your 'ero son ain't he?" he asked.
"Yeah. He's my hero kid."
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