So, this is probably the unluckiest month of my life. Some of you may have noticed that I didn't upload yesterday, and the reason for that was that I was involved in a little car accident. My twin brother got away unharmed but I broke my arm (so much for twins feeling the same pain). But lucky for you guys that I've already written a few chapters beforehand. So please bear with me if the updates lag.

Thanks to any reviewers, followers, readers and those who favourited!

Rest of A/N at the end.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YJ…WHY DO YOU KEEP REMINDING ME YOU JERKS!?

A Day To Remember

Wally West circled around the enemy, a simple blur to their eyes, a hard target for their guns. The abandoned warehouse he had tracked them too was large enough for him to move without restriction and he was making full use of it, dodging and swerving, bobbing and weaving behind and between them with ease.

He picked up his speed, easily avoiding any bullets that happened to stray into his path, and made to disarm the criminals that surrounded him. The guns, to someone that moved at such a speed as he did, were no real threat, but they were annoying. Without the protection they thought the guns served them, the criminals had nothing to oppose him.

Moving from enemy to enemy he snatched the guns from their grip ruthlessly, ignoring any cracking sounds and shouts of agony that his quick yank caused. He wasn't there to take it easy on them after all. A few broken bones was far less than they deserved. As far as Wally was concerned, he was taking it easy on them.

Now with a total of four guns in his hands, Wally stood before the bank robbers with a satisfied smirk and couldn't resist the compulsion to tut at them. Knowing the effect it would have on the weapons Wally vibrated his molecules into the guns, before throwing them as far as he could just before they exploded. He had to admit that the fact that he couldn't vibrate safely through objects just yet was a little jarring, but that didn't mean that his methods now didn't have its perks. There was something extremely satisfying about being able to cause things to explode too.

At seeing the explosion, the criminals stood deathly still, eyes wide at the sight they had just seen. This was usually the reaction that Wally's unique speedster gift received, and it never got old. There was no better way to make someone wary of you than having the potential to blow them up with a touch.

Wally cockily raised a hand and imitated a gun with his fingers, aiming directly at the four men before him. He saw them flinch, obviously frightened at the potential behind that action.

"Bang," he shouted cockily as he motioned shooting a gun.

The men scrambled off in a panic almost immediately, shooting off in four different directions, stumbling and tripping over their own feet in their haste and desperation to get away from the empowered youth before them.

Wally smirked as he saw them scamper off at a pace that they would call quick but he could only see as snail-paced. He raised his gloved hands up to his chest, took a single deep breath and then began to move his arms quickly in a rotating manner towards his chest. He turned them faster and faster until he created a miniature vortex of wind. The speed of his arms created a pull that caught two of the escaping criminals immediately, drawing them towards Wally, however reluctant they were to be caught. He saw them grasping at anything to try to stop their movement and smirked when he saw their efforts flounder and saw them come nearer and nearer. He increased the movement of his arms further still, until the pull took the two men right off their feet, sending them flying straight towards him. Just before they were 200 feet away Wally stopped the movement and burst forward quickly. He met the two men on their trajectory and sent two swift punches to their guts.

They were unconscious before they even hit the ground. Wally had no need to even check. Instead he set off after the man who had run off to the left. He hadn't even been moving for a tenth of a second when he caught up. He passed the panicking criminal and stretched out a leg before him. Sure enough, a second later said villain tripped over the leg and went flying.

"Hey, you ok? You should watch your step," Wally taunted in a mock imitation of a worried tone.

The criminal whimpered and flew back on his feet, but not before throwing a metal pipe towards the red-haired speedster. Wally easily avoided the projectile and jogged after the criminal in a condescending manner. He didn't even use his speed. He just jogged.

"Where we going?" he joked, arms thrown beside his head in a particularly relaxed manner.

"Get away from me monster!" the older man screamed out at him, trying to bat the youth away with flimsy punches.

"That's not very nice," Wally chimed.

To the middle-aged man it seemed as though Kid Flash simply disappeared after saying that. He looked around himself furiously, checking every corner he could see, but there was no sign of the young speedster. The criminal sighed in relief, obviously not thinking the situation through and ambled towards the warehouse door.

He completely overlooked the rope looped on the floor, so was taken by complete surprise when he felt the rope trap his ankle as soon as he had stepped in the centre. He was dragged clean off his feet into the air, screaming the whole way. Now hanging upside down by his ankle from the rafters, suspended a good three hundred feet above ground, the man struggled in his trap.

A sing song voice coming from the ground dragged his attention away from his bonds momentarily and he shifted his nervous gaze to meet his captor. Kid Flash smiled cheerfully at him from the ground and gave him a rather friendly wave.

"Yeah, not sure struggling is a good idea at this point dude. Can't say the rope will be able to support all that jerking about. Plus, you kind of need to lay off the pies if you know what I mean," Wally informed him neutrally before speeding off to confront the last of the criminals, who he assumed to be the leader of the outfit.

He couldn't see him and gathered that the last of them had enough brains to at least attempt to hide. The others were stupid enough to honestly think that they could outrun a speedster. Wally smiled at the challenge he had been graced with, before pulling his goggles down over his piercing green eyes. The leader obviously wasn't aware that Kid Flash was outfitted with gadgets as well as super speed, that he could easily track his body heat to find his hiding spot.

A quick sweep of the surroundings told him that the last of the bank robbers had hidden himself behind a crate on the metal grid overlooking the warehouse floor.

"Found you! Is it my turn to hide now?" he called mockingly towards the figure crouching behind the crate, well aware that he could see Wally from his hiding spot. He waved up at the crate for good measure, to make it concrete that he knew exactly where he hid and he saw the heat signature flinch.

Aware that there was no point in hiding away, the man raised himself from his crouched position and raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright. I give. I'll come quietly, I swear," the man stated nervously, a slight tremble in his voice as well as his elevated hands.

Wally didn't say anything at first. He could tell what was coming. It was how situations like this always played out. The villain, in a show of good will, would surrender himself to Wally, before doing something to go back on his word. And here it came.

A metal hub cap came flying Wally's way, thrown haphazardly by the man who had just 'given himself up'.

Wally smirked as he dodged the projectile. He hated how the criminals had gotten so predictable to him over the years, but he did like a challenge.

He shot away as more items came raining down on him from above. He saw the stairs to his right but rejected that method over something a bit more flashy. Pushing his feet to their optimum speed he pushed forward and moved straight up the wall, travelling up as though he was on a horizontal surface rather than a vertical one. He saw the enemy's eyes trail after his blurred figure, not quick enough to actually keep up with him.

Wally pushed himself off the wall with force and practically flew towards the wide-eyed man. He gathered speed into his legs and used the momentum to push himself into a position that ensured he was travelling feet first towards the bank robber. He used his rotating arms to slow himself down in mid air so he'd only cause just enough damage, and barrelled into the man.

Despite Wally's best effort to tone his speed down the man was still brushed off his feet due to the force. He crashed against a large wooden crate and slid down it limply, slumping over on the ground.

Wally checked his breathing was steady and then made a show of brushing his hands together.

"Well, that settles that," he chimed to himself.

~oOoOo~

Wally took the last of his snacks from the compartment on his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, not caring if anyone saw his lack of manners. He was starving, and with good cause. He had been patrolling Central alone for 19 hours straight while his Uncle Barry attended a league meeting. The Scarlet Speedster had left Central in Kid Flash's capable hands for a day and a half, and Wally had been more than occupied as the hours passed. The robbery he had just thwarted was his third. He had saved two cats from trees, saved thirteen people from house fires, stopped an attempted murder, four fist-fights, escorted seven old ladies across busy roads with their groceries, signed twenty-seven autographs, prevented one bus crash, chased off the trickster (who had been far too happy to lay off the criminal activities when Kid had requested it of him) and carried six injured people to the hospital. And he still had over fifteen hours left to patrol.

It seemed that the whole criminal underground had heard of Flash's absence and had all decided to rally at once, and frankly, having to deal with them all was proving exhausting. His cupboards now bare, Wally would be running on empty until he had the opportunity to restock.

A cough from the side requested Wally's attention and he turned to comply. He smiled enthusiastically at the police office before him, who seemed to be relatively new to the force.

"What's up?" Wally enquired cheerfully, brushing his hand over his lips to get rid of any crumbs that remained after his snack.

The officer fidgeted nervously before stretching out his hand and offering something to the speedster. Wally gazed at the envelope that the policeman held in his hand, before taking it bemusedly. He questioned the brown haired young man with his eyes.

"Um, it was over there. I thought that since it had your name on it that you had dropped it earlier or something," the man suggested, lifting up his hat and scratching at his scalp.

Wally turned the envelope over in his hand to study the back, and there plain as day was his name.

Kid Flash.

He smiled at the police officer, who gave a nervous one in return.

"Thanks. Thought I'd lost this," he lied convincingly, before moving off to study the item in privacy. He analysed it critically, even pulling his goggles down over his eyes to check for any ill-intent. His goggles picked up nothing. It was simply a letter it seemed.

He tore the lid, keeping it far away from his body as he did so. When it didn't explode in his hands Wally sighed in relief before continuing the process. He pulled a single sheet of folded paper from the envelope and held it out straight. His face crumpled at what he saw. Cut up letters from magazines and newspapers and arranged into words on a piece of paper, in his experience, was never a good sign. And this proved to be no different. The message was clear.

'CoMe TO wAReHOusE 17 At 5:30 pM In The inDUStrIaL DIsTricT. ComE ALonE. TelL No ONe! YoUR sURPrisE AwAIts.'

Wally crunched the paper into his clenched fist and swore under his breath. Today, evidently, was not going to be a good day for him either. He had thought the night had been a hassle, but now it seemed that things were just getting started.

'Another warehouse? Damn it! I have filled my quota on creepy warehouses for today! Why can't these damn villains ever hide out in a penthouse suite?!' he raged, his anxiousness hidden behind his jokes.

Wally glanced at the digital clock on his wrist.

5:17 pm.

It was early. But in this kind of situation it wouldn't be unexpected for him to get there as soon as he could. Right?

Wally looked at the sinister note once more, his eyes sharpening into slits, fists clenched, and began to run, ignoring the aches of protest that emerged from his stomach. He just ran. Quicker than he had ever run before.

~oOoOo~

Wally hesitated before the door, his hand clenched tightly over the handle. He took a deep breath and willed his hands to stop shaking, tried to force his stomach to stop aching. He felt a single bead of sweat run down the side of his face, and gulped.

He had no idea what awaited him from the other side of the door. No idea who awaited him. On the run over he had worked it all over in his brain. Had someone close to him been kidnapped? What was the surprise that was waiting for him beyond the large metal door?

His thoughts had been overrun with question after question, but he was no closer to finding an answer.

Wally steeled himself, taking another deep breath, and then pushed the large door open. He leapt inside with a speed that even he was unaware that he could reach and readied himself in a battle stance.

At first the warehouse was dark. Quiet. All he could hear was the heavy sound of his own breathing.

And then…

"SURPRISE!"

Lights flickered on suddenly to reveal a mass of people surrounding him and Wally nearly jumped out of his skin. In his panic it took him a few seconds to realise that the men and women before him were not hostile. In fact they were agonizingly familiar to him. All of them people he knew, people he worked with.

The league. Young Justice. Artemis. His Uncle Barry. His Aunt Iris.

"What the hell?!" Wally demanded suddenly, seeing the grinning faces in front of him.

Wally felt his stomach churn at the sight of his fellow superheroes and he slumped to his knees, his strength completely depleted.

"You jerks. I was so freaking worried. Why the heck would you pull something like this?!" he moaned, his voice weary.

Dick Grayson pulled away from the group of supers and strolled over to his friend's huddled figure. He placed a strong hand on his friend's shoulder and then made to help him up. Wally swatted his hand away shortly before struggling to find his feet, glaring at his best friend as he did so.

"Thought we'd give you a day to remember," Dick explained vaguely.

Wally looked at him confusedly and then spread an enquiring gaze over the other people standing around the warehouse. His gaze settled on his uncle Barry, who was grinning at him cheerfully next to his wife.

'Wait a minute. Wasn't Uncle B supposed to be in a League meeting? And the others too. Bats, GL, Shayera, Supes…what the heck are they hanging around a warehouse for?'

Wally's mind struggled to put the pieces together as he looked at all his friends and family. Eventually, finding no line of reasoning in his weary mind, he simply questioned them.

"What the hell is going on? What are you all doing here? Was there some kind of meeting I wasn't aware of or something?" he asked, his voice and expression only hinting at the confusion within.

Dick raised a single dark eyebrow at Wally's questions before turning his head to face Barry Allen.

The Flash, taking his cue from Dick, zipped over to Wally's side, planting a strong hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"This is all for you. Don't tell me that you've forgotten, kiddo?"

"Forgotten what? Did I leave the stove on when I left the house or something?" Wally shot back, his temper rising at his uncle's soothing tone.

"Ah. Iris is going to kill me. Didn't think you'd work yourself so hard that you'd forget what day it was," his uncle mumbled under his breath cryptically.

"Saturday?" Wally offered bemusedly.

His tired mind was struggling to think where this was going.

"Uh well…guess it's now or never everyone," Barry said as he turned his back to Wally and addressed the crowd behind him.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALLY!"

END

YAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALLY! So today, November 11th ( in the Young Justice universe at least) is Wally's birthday and I wrote this in dedication! I won't lie to you…it was a pain. But yeah, in my mind Dick would totally go all out in his troll mode to do something like this. My twin brother and I have actually been on the receiving end of something like this…and it wasn't fun. So, did I actually catch anyone out with this? Did anyone catch on before the end?

On another note, anyone notice that Wally is kind of sadistic in his interactions with the criminals…bwahahahahahahaha!

Oh and btw the nervous cop is called Marvin! I feel bad that I didn't give him the name in the story now lol. The criminals are all called Jeff. All four of them.

So, let me know what you thought of the chapter, and join me in a final HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our (most of us) favourite speedster!

Gotta dash, SFS x