A/N: I'm back! Yes, this one is incredibly short, but I enjoyed it a lot. For those of you not in America, you might not understand the references. I apologize. Hope you enjoy! I do not own YJ.
Summary: Burger King should serve Big Macs.
Jeffery was the kind of person who was in his late twenties and whose only accomplishment was becoming known town-wide as the Drive Through Guy. He was currently editing his list of reasons of why the 2:00 A.M shift sucked – the current #1 reason was that nobody ever came except for the occasional hobo – when he heard a voice floating up through the window.
"I want a Big Mac."
"What the fu-"
"Hey!" the voice squawked. "Young ears, here!"
Jeff looked wildly out the window, but there was no car. "Who's there?" he called cautiously.
"Down here, stupid."
He opened his window frame wider and leaned over the edge, his mouth dropping open as he recognized the figure standing beneath him. "You're Kid Flash."
"Duh," the hero in question responded, tapping a foot impatiently. "I know. I want a Big Mac."
"But," Jeff protested. He had never been the sharpest knife in the drawer. "You're a kid. You…sleep."
"I'm a teenager," Kid Flash protested hotly.
"You still need sleep."
"That's what mornings are for."
"It is morning."
"Afternoon, then. I sleep in."
"Oh." Jeff couldn't come up with a good reply for this, so instead, he asked, "But this is a drive through. Where's your car?"
Kid Flash crossed his arms. "I'm faster than a car. Hurry up, I lost a bet with Superboy. UConn won."
"Super...well, yeah." All of his logic defeated, Jeff leaned back into his window and looked at the screen. "May I take your order?"
"A Big Mac," Kid Flash repeated, annoyed. "In fact, make that a couple dozen of them."
Jeff's eyes crossed in confusion. "Sir, this is Burger King. We don't serve Big Macs."
Kid Flash stamped his foot in frustration, yelled, "Damn it!" and was gone before Jeff had the time to process what happened.
Dealing with grumpy sidekicks became the new #1 on his list.