Kiss and Run

Bobby Bucklen stared at him as if he had just robbed his parents' graves. He and Carol stood back from the short lived kiss before Bobby pulled him off his feet by his shirt. He was definitely feeling the mode. At that time running seemed like an excellent idea but, of course, he couldn't because he would give himself away. He could fight Bobby, but he had promised his grandfather he wouldn't fight civilians.

"Stop it!" Carol said pulling on her brother's arms until he lowered him, "it was just a kiss!"

"Just a kiss! You-" he shook Bart. He was tempted on just running.

"Stop trying to act like my dad," Carol said crossing her arms.

"I am not. I just don't want this punk to take advantage of you," Bobby said shaking Bart again.

"His name is Bart and he wasn't taking advantage of me. I am the one who kissed him," Carol said, her face turned red.

"You…" her older brother stared at her as if she had lost her mind.

"You want to call my uncle?" he had enough of being shaken and asked Bobby.

"What about your parents?" Bobby said remembering he was there.

"Dead," he said before showing him the number on his cellphone.

His grandfather could have been there in less than ten seconds but, of course, they had to make it seem like they didn't have powers. To call torture the harsh stare Bobby was too kind of a description. It was half an hour before Barry arrived after an accusatory message from Bobby.

"Hey Carol," he waved friendlily to the girl who waved back. This seemed to bother Bobby even more. "You must be Carol's brother. Name is Barry Allen," he said offering a hand to Bobby to shake.

"Robert Bucklen," Bobby said shaking Barry's hand with a serious face.

"He goes by Bobby," Carol said before her brother glared at her.

"Alright Mr. Bucklen, please tell me what my nephew has done to deserve to be called a wicked influence and if I recall correctly, a corrupter of young girls," Barry said remaining calm and friendly.

"Yeah Bobby, tell him," Carol said looking away from the scene. Bobby seemed at a loss of words which was starting to worry Barry.

"We kissed," Bart said stopping all the wild ideas in his grandfather's mind.

"Oh… ooooh!" Barry said looking at him with a wide, gleaming smile.

"Please don't look at me like that," Bart said running a hand down his face.

"I can't help it. You just never-" Barry started to say.

"I am not talking to you about that," Bart said before pointing at Bobby, "go ahead and tell him what a horrible human being I am and let me suffer in silence."

He and Carol stood on the balcony. Her brother and his grandfather talked from where they could see them but not hear them.

"This is exactly how I thought my first kiss would go," Carol said before he gave her a curious look. "I am serious. My brother is always doing stuff like this. If it wasn't because of his work, he would pick me up from school. Heck, he would probably never let me leave his side. That's so lame."

"It isn't," he said, "he wants to make sure you are okay."

"Sorry," she said leaning her forehead on the rail.

"For what?" he asked.

"For complaining, I know Bobby is only doing what he thinks is right for me, but he keeps treating me like a ten year old," she said.

"Just tell him more of what you want and try to work it out," to him it seemed Bobby cared a lot about his sister and her happiness.

"My brother is not open minded like your uncle," she said with a short laugh.

"Sometimes he is too open minded. It's horrible," he said with a crooked smile.

"How can that be?" she asked. To her, Barry seemed like the perfect uncle.

"Puppets," he said before telling her of the horrifying tale of Barry trying to teach him about intimacy with a pair of puppets. Of course, he left the complete cape details out of it.

"I take everything back. I will stick to my overprotective brother!" Carol said laugh loudly.

"Hey!" he couldn't help laughing.

"You two are in trouble… ehm kind of," Bobby said looking at them with a bit more ease.

"See?" whatever point Barry had been trying to make, it had just hit home.

As they drove back home after agreeing to a temporary truce he wished he could just run. But, they had to keep appearances. So, the drive was torture.

"If you go on a date, you got to bring her a gift. Start with something easy, like going to watch a movie. Only holding hands, and you can kiss but make sure her brother is nowhere in sight," Barry said while driving with a wide smile.

"Please stop or I am jumping out," Bart said leaning his head back wishing the drive was over, "and you are not telling anyone about this."

"Aww c'mon!" Barry said, "that's the best part about being your uncle-gramps."

888

"You kissed her and got caught by her brother? That's just rich," Jaime laughed but not wholeheartedly. He knew his friend was still hurting from the death of Richard Perignon. It seemed he still wasn't talking to Paco, Leonid, and Kyle.

"Not funny," he said wanting to tell his friend off.

"It actually is," Conner said with a brief laugh.

"Back to topic; can we stay at your place?" Tim asked Conner.

"Kal El said it was fine, and Kara threatened us only once to keep us from entering her room," Conner said offhandedly.

888

He got to school early which was something he had never done before. He actually disliked going to school. There was no one he could relate to there and time seemed to pass by so slowly it was torturous. But now, there was something he was looking forwards to. Carol and he didn't get the chance about what the kiss meant, but he wanted to make it clear. He liked her. He truly did.

Did he still like Kiran? Of course, but she was not ready to go into a relationship. Without realizing, he was. That one kiss made it clear. He wasn't sure why but it felt right.

When he entered the classroom, he knew the feeling was mutual. She was already there and had a smile when she saw him. He went to sit on the seat in front of her, facing her and was silent for a moment with no idea of what to say. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it would come out his chest with an offering of flowers and chocolates for her.

"I like you" who said that?

"I like you too," Carol said looking at him.

"So, what now? I have no idea what we are supposed to do" and he didn't ask his friends. They were cool, but they had no idea how to be in a normal relationship.

"Me neither, ehm what about we just hang out?" she said with a nervous smile.

"After school? At school too?" they were in almost all the same classes, so that wouldn't be difficult.

"On the weekends?" she asked.

"I am sort of busy, but I will try," he said starting to get worried. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when he had to run off to save someone.

"Okay," but she didn't seem bothered at all.

They kept talking about what happened the night before. It seemed Bobby had a lot difficulty talking to his sister about being responsible. They laughed since now her brother and his grandfather had something on common. They slipped into talking about their search for Kid Flash and Carol's speculations of what the Titans had been doing at Star Labs in Metropolis. She only kept on showing him how smart she was. He was astounded at her recognition of some of the equipment that was captured by the news' crews.

"But that's crazy, right?" she asked him.

"Time travel, yeah," he said with a nervous laugh before shrugging, "but you never know."

"I hope they ask about it in the interview. Just imagine if people could time travel," the faraway look in her eyes told him she was day dreaming, but he couldn't say what it was.

"Then I hope it doesn't look like that. It looked like they almost didn't make it back," he said remembering how the thing almost melted down and he actually didn't make it back until a few months later.

"You are right," she started to laugh like a chiming bell, "I wish I could ask them."

"Get a room already," he heard Kevin say from his seat. He realized then most of the class was already in the room.

"We have no idea why they agreed to the interview. It doesn't feel like it's for publicity. They get enough of that in San Francisco," he told her ignoring Kevin completely.

"I saw the news last night. It looks like they are there to stay," Carol said ignoring Kevin too, "It seems they are looking for more to join them. That girl from India looked incredible. How many Metas are out there?"

"Some people claim they are part of evolution, so probably there will be more over time," he said starting to get up. The bell would ring at any moment.

He sat on his place just when the bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom. He knew Kevin was staring at him, but he kept on ignoring him. He wasn't going to make the same mistake and give him an opening. He allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts. Carol was special, more than she realized. She had a genius intellect. But that scared him. He was sure she would figure everything out. If she did, he feared she would not like him anymore.

A small ball of paper landed on his desk while the teacher turned her back on them. He knew it came from Kevin and without thought threw it into the trash can in the corner of the room. Whatever was in the paper he was sure it would make him want to punch the jock.

At the end of class, they walked together to their next class. Thankfully Kevin was not in that period. She didn't ask him about the piece of paper and he didn't bring it up. But, they both noticed they were starting to get looks. After his 'fight' with Kevin, he knew people would notice him but now they didn't care if he noted. He hadn't counted on this.

"You okay with this?" he asked her when they left their last class.

"Getting cold feet?" she laughed.

"N-no," he said nervously.

"I will be okay," she said giving him a playful shove. "I will see you later."

"Okay," he said waving awkwardly.

888

The setting sun reflecting off the tall buildings painted Central City in yellows, oranges, and reds. Where he came from such sights were no longer existent. When he stood with Carol watching the sunset from her balcony, he realized he had never taken the time to do something like this. Slowing down to look at things wasn't something he was known for. When he left it was with the excuse that he had to get home or he would get grounded. They had kissed for the second time before he left clumsily.

Now, he was fighting a wannabe villain who thought he was funny. The key word was 'thought'. The toy soldiers and helicopters shooting at him were an interesting touch as the Trickster tried to rob a toy story. The exploding rubber chicken was not. It was not the usual Trickster they knew. He was well into retirement when he shattered his knee while cooperating with the police to capture a killer he had once known. He had earned his pardon, but also a life locked in his apartment with bitter feelings towards the world.

"I get you want to be your own man, but couldn't you do it somewhere else like, oh I don't know Gotham? I heard there is a new Robin that also likes to play games," he told to the new Trickster, who had to be around his age.

"Hahaha, you are hilarious Kid Flash, now stand still!" the Trickster said when he tried to shoot him with a water gun filled with acid.

"Really? You come to my city and think I am going to take it easy on you because you a newb," and a water gun filled with acid at that? Talk about amateur. If these were the villains of the next generation they were going to get a lot of free time.

"Don't call me newb! I am a Rogue!" the Trickster shouted before he started throwing him balloons filled with some type of goo. He guessed they were supposed to keep him from moving.

"So Captain Cold is getting that desperate," he said getting hold of the balloons and then juggling one. He threw one at the kid's feet.

"Shut up! He is not the boss of me! I don't follow his stupid rules!" Trickster shouted trying to free his feet.

"Now, what do you mean by that?" he said taking away all of his so called weapons.

"You don't need to know that Kid Flash," on one of the toy's displays he saw the image of one of the real Rogues.

"Mirror Master, what are you doing?" the Trickster shouted when Mirror Master started to pull him into the reflection.

"You broke the rules, Trickster, you just admitted it," Mirror Master said before the Trickster looked pale and became tense. Mirror Master placed a choke hold on him when the kid struggled.

"I did not!" the Trickster wriggled harder and shouted.

"The Rogues only have a few rules…" he said more to himself than them. "What has he done?!" there were very few things that could have been done.

"It's none of your concern Kid," Mirror Master said still trying to get the adolescent to the mirror.

"No! You pulled that kid into our city, my city and he has done something. If it was drugs or because he is acting alone you would leave him to me," the pieces were starting to fit in and they were painting a terrible picture.

"Since when do cities belong to you? If that's the case I will make this city kneel before me," the Trickster said with a wild look in his eyes. He was still scared, but he looked at Kid Flash with an arrogance that gave him chills. The guy was definitely unbalanced.

"No, you won't," Mirror Master said through greeted teeth in fury.

"McCulloch, what has he done?" he called the Mirror Master by his name. Something Flash taught him never to do unless something seemed very dangerous.

"He killed James Jesse," he heard Flash say from behind him. James Jesse was the original Trickster's name.

"We will deal with him; James was one of our own even if he retired," Mirror Master gave them a narrowed look.

"I was following your stupid rules!" the kid started to laugh. "I couldn't be the Trickster as long as he was around!"

"Hand the boy to us McCulloch. We will take him somewhere he can get the proper help he needs," Flash said stepping forwards.

"This isn't like the other times where you could just sit and talk it out. He is a psychopath Flash; there is nothing you can do for him," Mirror Master said before pulling the kid into the mirror before they could make it to them.

"We have to find him," he said to his grandfather when they left the toy store. The authorities were just arriving and Flash went to talk to them without giving him an answer.

"Sorry, you should head home early today," Flash told him when he went back to him.

"How did you know about Jesse?" after some time alone he realized it was something that had yet to be explained.

"We got a call at the station. His body was found in his apartment. The rent and services were still being paid, but the smell…" Barry left the rest unsaid. He realized then that Flash wouldn't meet his eyes. "They won't kill him. I know as much about Snart," he told him though he still wouldn't look at him. Now that they were running that wasn't important.

"But they will hurt him," he said to his grandfather. They wouldn't let him go with just a slap on the wrist.

"I will find him, I promise," Flash told him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't treat me like a child. You know I can handle it," he told his grandfather stopping in the park and pushing his hand away.

"But I don't want you to," Barry told him with a wrinkled brow, "Bart, just do this for me once."

"I am not going home," he said crossing his arms.

Barry ran a hand down his face in frustration. They both knew Bart had seen his fair share of darkness, but that didn't mean Barry was okay with letting him see more.

"Then go see Carol or one of your friends," Barry said rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Go and just be a kid."

"Just say you don't want me getting in your way," he said before taking off. He needed to clear his mind, and the best way had always been to run. Without realizing, he was already standing in front of Carol's apartment building. How could he expect him to try to be a kid when another could be in danger at that time? He couldn't tell Carol what was going on. Even if he did, she wouldn't know what to make out of it. He was running again after changing into his civilian clothing. He stopped in front of Jaime's building only to find Paco sitting outside looking up at the sky.

"Better not go in," Paco told him when he took notice of him. The young man couldn't meet his eyes. Was this something normal for adults? If that was the case, he didn't want part of it.

"Is he okay?" he wondered if Paco made his friend angry again.

"Better than any of us," Paco said with a shrill smile, "he has company."

He had no idea what he meant by that.

"He is with a girl," Paco said trying not to laugh when it dawned on him what he meant and his eyes almost popped out. "I am going to hang out with Kyle at his new place, want to come?"

"I need help," he said walking alongside the young man.

"Spill it out," Paco said before leading him to an old car.

"Villain stuff," he said before explaining to the young man what had happened not long ago.

"That's heavy," Paco said with a frown, "so, aren't you going to try to help him?"

"He doesn't want me to," his grandpa still saw him as a little kid.

"So what?" Paco said, "that's the reason why you are no longer with the League and the Team, right? You can do whatever you want,"

"It's not that simple, he is- they are his-"

"Who fought them first, who protected that city first; all of that shit doesn't matter. The life of a crazy kid is in danger. It doesn't matter how wrong he is in the head, you can't turn your back on him," Paco said. "That's something our, oh so great leader told me when I tried to argue with him about the guy that got killed. Every life matters, right?"

"Right," he said with a nod.

"Then what are you still doing here?" Paco brought the car to a stop, "go and save that kid."

He was gone and running back home the next moment. He got back to the scene of the robbery and started looking for clues.

"Red Robin to Kid Flash, answer Kid Flash," his leader said through his communicator.

"Hey Red," he said glad to not be doing this on his own.

"Thorax just contacted me, said you needed to find the Rogues," Red Robin said.

"Yes, they might-"

"Thorax already explained, I am tracking the Flash's coordinates. He already found them," a moment later his friend gave him the coordinates.

"Thanks, Red," he said already on his way.

He ran towards the top of the building where Jesse James used to live. They didn't make it too hard and he knew there had to be a reason why. Snart was not the kind to make hasty decisions. He almost slipped from the wall of the building when he was stopped by a barrier. He barely had time to catch hold of the edge and pulled himself up to see what was going on. Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, and Heat Wave were all holding hostages in front of mirrors which showed falls from difference building across the country. Captain Cold held his cold gun to Trickster's beaten up head. The kid was muttering under his breath and looking around him frantically for a way to escape.

"You can't help all of them Flash. You have to make a choice. Save those outstanding citizens or let one die in exchange of this assassin to live another day," Snart allowed some of the gun's cold to spread. The kid gave an ear shattering scream as ice extended from his temple towards his face.

"It doesn't have to be like this," Flash said taking a step forwards but the moment he did Heat Wave pulled the woman he was holding close to the mirror. If pushed enough, He knew they would throw one of those people into the mirror. Flash would go after them but at that moment the Mirror Master would close the mirror and Flash would not be able to save the Trickster.

"It has. I told you once already. We take care of our own. Isn't the same way for your kind?" Snart said in a calm tone as if this was the way the world was meant to be.

"You are not a killer Snart," Flash said, "you are not like your old man."

"Things change," Cold said with a shrug before Mirror Master Weather Wizard and Heat Wave all pushed their hostages through the mirrors. Flash with only an apologetic look at Trickster, went into one of the mirrors. They all closed behind him leaving only the reflection of the Rogues.

"I guess this is it," Weather Wizard said running a hand through his dark hair, "I guess this is the end of the Rogues too."

"Let me do it Snart. I will make sure nothing is left," Heat Wave said to their leader.

"All of your go before the Flash returns," he said looking at Trickster.

"Let's go," Mirror master said before opening the mirror into another destination. All, but for the exception of Cold and Trickster left.

"Now, it's just you and me," Cold said more tired than angry. Snart didn't want to do this, but the man believed he had to make a point. He didn't. He wanted to scream but the moment he startled him he would pull the trigger.

He swung inside the apartment and landed in the living room of an old couple that looked at him in shock.

"Will be out of your hair in a moment," he said before he started stacking the furniture until he could reach the ceiling, "please call the cops," and then he began to vibrate his molecules. He hoped Captain Cold hadn't thought about also putting a barrier on the ground. He phased through just behind him. At the sight of his chance, he took the gun from Cold before landing a punch on his jaw.

"That actually hurt," Snart said rubbing his jaw as he started to get up, "not as much as your predecessor, but you are getting there."

"Shut up," he said as he tied Trickster down. The young man muttered curses and praises at him.

"For a moment I thought you wouldn't make it," Snart said sitting and actually looking relieved.

"That's why you left the ground unguarded," that was why they made it so easy for them to find the place. Also, why he didn't shoot Trickster the moment Flash was gone, "you wanted me to stop you."

"No one will ever believe you, and him much less," Captain cold said giving a cool look at Trickster.

When Flash finally made it back, he found the barrier was gone and Trickster still alive. Cold was unconscious and Bart sitting at the edge of the building watching the approaching police cars.

"You knew I was there, right?" he couldn't have just run off and left Trickster to die.

"You are going to be mad," Barry said sitting next to him.

"Why?" he asked as his heart almost stopped.

"Nightwing intercepted your conversation with Red Robin. I knew you were coming," Barry admitted with a slight smile.

"You guys are still intercepting our-" it was impossible to find a frequency that was safe from them.

"Just like you keep hacking into our files," Barry told him.

"Fine, so you knew I would save him," Bart said starting to feel exhausted, "you know we could have stopped it together from the beginning."

"It's just that seeing you with that girl behaving like a regular kid-" Barry just wanted him to enjoy his youth while it lasted.

"I have never been a regular kid, and I don't want to be. I like her, but I am not changing who I am because of her," he said standing up.

"Understood," Barry said with a sigh before Kid Flash left, "teenagers."

"Count yourself lucky. The kid could be a lot worse," Barry turned around to see Snart with his eyes open looking at him.

"Oh shut up, I know you planned it this way," Flash said standing up.

"You two are related, aren't you?" Snart said not threatening him, but also not letting him deny it.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Flash said with a short laugh.

8888

The nightlife of Star City was a bright as its many towering buildings. On his way to see his friend he always found trouble how to not to crash into people, and not in a good way. Still, as he sat on the couch across from her he couldn't help feeling the outside world was nothing but static sound. At first, he had thought she would find solace in his friendship, but soon found it had the same effect on him. She listened wide eyed to all he had to say to the very end. Never judging or fainting interest though he wasn't the best story teller.

"That's amazing. I never thought super villains could be like that," Mia said as they opened the box of pizza Bart brought over.

"The Rogues are special; they have a code. I guess they wanted to give Trickster a scare before he got locked up," that seemed more like Captain Cold's style than cold murder.

"Even if it meant for Captain Cold to get locked up," Mia said looking at the pizza as if would reveal the secrets of the universe to her.

"Flash says he could be a good guy if he just forgot about getting wealthy first" the man was very smart too. He didn't doubt the reason why the rest of the Rogues picked him to be the leader. "So, how are things with the trial? I heard the first hearing will be tomorrow."

"And I will be the first witness," she said with a smile.

"You look happy," he said believing she would be a lot more nervous since her father was the one being charged.

"I finally get to avenge my mom," she said with more grave. It wasn't just her mother she was avenging, but herself too. She had to run away from her home at the sight of her mother being killed, live in horrible places and do things she hated to survive.

"I am happy for you," he said wishing he could take those horrible things away from her.

"Then why do you look like someone kicked your puppy. You got the girl and saved someone. At the top of that, you are going to be on TV soon," she said returning to her cheerful demeanor.

"I was just thinking," he said knowing she wouldn't appreciate his thoughts. Mia saw herself as a survivor and every experience made her stronger.

"When are you not?" she laughed. He wondered if Green Arrow and Black Canary had already noticed Mia had a great insight.

"What if because of us people like Trickster start to come out. Guys that think they can be new bad guys and aren't scared to do anything to get the names," what if they started something they couldn't handle.

"Then you and the rest of the Titans will stop them. You said that you are just starting and there are already twelve of you. Once you get your tower finished, I am pretty sure you are going to get a lot of people who will want to join," she said wringing her hands together.

"It's not going to be so easy," most of them would need training.

"Of course it isn't going to be easy but that's the best part about it," she said keeping her head up.

"Aren't you taking the whole archery thing too serious? You can't carry that stuff around," he said spotting a red quiver in a corner of the room. Where was Green Arrow to interrogate him?

"I am getting there in hand to hand combat too, but Dinah said I need a lot more practice," she said looking at her hands. They had a few blisters. She had been practicing a lot.

"That's what she tells everyone," he muttered remembering his last training session with her.

"What?" Mia asked him.

"I get the feeling you want to join us," he told her looking directly at her.

"Maybe, would it be so bad?" she said lowering her head so her blond hair would hide her face.

"You heard what happened to Green Arrow's last sidekick, right?" she had to know what she was getting into.

"The real one went bad and lost and arm, but his clone is doing okay," of course Green Arrow would tell her. The guy had been rejecting sidekicks left and right since Arsenal went with the Outlaws and Red Arrow retired to look after his family. But why would Mia be any different? He had heard someone had already tried to attack the place and Mia had been able to hold her own. Was that why?

"And that doesn't scare you?" he asked her. Their lives could get very bizarre.

"Does it scare you?" she asked him.

"Of course not. Well, as long as I don't get an evil clone," though two of him didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Then why should I be afraid?" she asked studying him narrowly.

"Because!" he said pulling one of her hands and pointing at her blisters.

"I don't have powers? All the guys at Gotham don't have powers," she said pulling her hand back, "nor Green Arrow."

"They got hurt a lot at the beginning, even Green Arrow," he had seen the scars Tim got at the start and some of Nightwing's too.

"I can stand the pain," she said with pride.

"I know you can, but I don't want you-" he stopped before scowling, and then saying, "I sound just like the Flash."

"Then you can't tell me not to do it," she said with a winning smile. "Checkmate," she took another slice of pizza.

"Even after all I have told you?" he hadn't hidden any of the ugly truths from her.

"What do you think? Besides, it does sound dangerous if you are just fooling around but besides that it looks like you lead a very ordinary life," she said so offhandedly as if she was talking about the latest internet trend.

"I am anything but normal. I can't tell my girlfriend what I do," and that's why he was there talking to her. Superboy was still getting things ready for the interview. Red Robin was hunting for information in Gotham. And, Blue was with someone and that someone happened to be a girl. Not that she was his last resource, but she tended to have a better understanding of what he was going through.

"You could," she told him.

"That's a big no," that was like one of their most important rules.

"Then maybe you need to find a new girlfriend," Mia said looking at him with all the seriousness she could muster.

"I like her," he swore he did.

"She barely knows you. Isn't there someone that knows you better?" she asked him closing some of the space between them.

"Yeah, but she is not interested in a relationship," the ghost of Kiran's slap burned on his cheek.

"I am not talking about Solstice," Mia said frowning.

"Then?" he asked.

"You are thick aren't you?" she said before she took hold of his head and pulled him into a kiss.

He stared at her wide eyed as she closed her eyes. What was he supposed to do? Push her back? Should he just pull back? He felt something wet on his lips.

He is with a girl

He recalled Paco's words. This was being with a girl? He thought following Mia's example and opened his mouth. This was very different from kissing Carol. It made him feel stranger than he already was. Her eyelids fluttered as he mimicked more of her movements. She wrapped arms around his neck. He wrapped his arm around her waist bringing their bodies closer. The room felt like an oven the longer they went on. Had they been kissing for a few minutes or had it already been hours. His lizard brain was telling him that it didn't matter, to just enjoy.

When she pulled back to take a breath that was his signal to escape before his lizard brain started again on the softness of her lips, tongue, and body against his.

"I-" he wanted to say he was sorry or that he should go. But the words wouldn't come out. When she stared at him with disbelief and even some anger he felt like an idiot. Still, he was an idiot that didn't know what to say so he ran.