AN: I KNOW IT'S REALLY LONG BUT IT'S IMPORTANT
1) Okay, sorry I haven't updated in the last few days. I went home this weekend to see my family and my sister needed some help on a paper, so I was a little busy.
2) This was a hard chapter to get done and the following ones will be just as hard because I am moving into the time of the JL and will be basing this more off the shows. This particular chapter deals with Superman: TAS: Speed Demons. Expect a chapter every other day, unless it's one that I had already written because it was so awesome I just had to skip ahead and write it.
3) I have a 10-20 pg manuscript due this Friday and I want to get it done by Thursday so I don't have to worry about printing the 15 copies (100+ pages) for my class. So I will definitely get out one more chapter between now and then, but that might be it.
4) I'm sorry, but obviously I just need to spell it out. "Silverwolf", you were the one I was referring to in my author's note two chapters ago. I didn't want to single you out, but you didn't get the message from my very polite request and I made others (who were respectful) feel bad thinking it was directed towards them.
Since you have continued to make "suggestions" some of them duplicates, I will answer you. A) No I will not have Wally know Kyle Rayner. I already have him knowing Hal and John, and him knowing Kyle will be too much. B) Even though Zatanna is 14 in Young Justice, in the DCAU, she is only a couple years younger than Batman, which would make her at least 30 and several years older than Wally. As I said before, please stop making such ridiculous demands.
You need to develop more respect towards writers and their stories. I will not apologize for saying this to you because I have seen that you do this with other writers and it needed to be said. If you wish to see a story with your ideas in it, then write it yourself instead of badgering others.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in the DCAU or the Justice League.
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After a few minutes of shifting memories, the monitors finally settled on one with Wally, Dick, and Jason hanging out in his living room.
"So," Wally began. "You guys are actually going to be there tomorrow?"
The two young bats grinned at him.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Walls," said Jason. "I can't wait to see you kick Superman's ass."
"You really think I can?" Wally directed the question towards Dick.
"Absolutely," he said smiling. "While Supes can probably outdo you flying, he won't stand a chance in a footrace."
Wally grinned. "At least I don't have to worry about losing my title of Fastest Man Alive. However," Wally grinned evilly, "what would you say if I were to test just how much of a boy scout Big Blue is?"
Dick and Jason looked at each other for a second before turning back to Wally.
"You're going to try and piss him off. Aren't you?" asked Dick.
"I APPROVE!" shouted Jason.
Dick shook his head smiling. "I still don't understand why you act that way as Flash."
"Hey, that's not fair. I still act like me, just louder, stupider, and more obnoxious. It's kind of like the opposite of what you do. Dick is a happy-go-lucky playboy, while Nightwing is a serious and brooding creature of the night. Personally, I prefer my way more," said Wally, relaxing into the couch. "People always underestimate me."
"Again," said Jason. "I approve! Oh, and make sure to hit on Lois Lane. That'll really make him mad." Jason rubbed his hands together evilly.
The scene morphed and Wally was in his garage working at his makeshift lab. He was absorbed in his work until he glanced at the clock.
"CRAP!" he tore off his lab coat and goggles and haphazardly put everything away before he held up his flash ring and shot his costume out. "I'm going to be late!" Flash said and then froze. "Oh man! I'm turning into my uncle." His face scrunched up in thought. "Eh, there are worse things." He shrugged.
Finally, he ran out of his garage and the next instant, he was running out of Central and across the east half of the continent towards Metropolis on the Delaware coast.
"I can't wait to mess with Supey," muttered Flash excitedly.
The next instant, he was in Metropolis and running around the statue in the middle of the city where a big crowd stood. Flash made a bit of a wind tunnel to make an appearance and then came to a stop next to Superman, blowing his cape over his head in the process.
"Sorry I'm late! Just woke up two minutes ago," Flash proclaimed arrogantly and then posed for some pictures. When Superman put his cape back in place, Flash grinned at him. "Give me five, big guy!"
Superman, being gullible, raised his hand, but of course Flash moved his hand out of the way and told him he was slow. The league members laughed at his antics.
Superman just shook his head, but a small grin tilted the corners of his lips. "I can't believe he did all that just to make me mad."
Clark remembered his first meeting with Flash. It was a charity race and Flash was acting like a big jerk until they stopped Weather Wizard together.
The memory showed their banter before the race, and Superman had to admit, he was pretty short with Flash.
He watched as he got ready to run while Flash just stood there relaxed. When the starting gun was fired, both of them took off. The race became a little blurry and fast-forwarded. After Superman and Flash ran on water, the memory focused more.
"Okay," muttered Flash smiling. He was a bit ahead of Superman. "I'm a little impressed," he frowned a bit, "but he's still so slow, especially with that stupid cape dragging him down." Flash smiled and shook his head. "I am such a nice person."
Diana giggled a little. "I can't believe you guys were in a race! Flash was obviously faster, even then. He probably could have lapped you a dozen times!"
"I guess he wanted to make it more interesting for everyone," said Superman. "Hey," he frowned. "That race wasn't too long ago, and judging from his memories, he would have been, what? Eighteen? That means…" Clark's eyes widened.
Batman didn't look at him as he said, "At least you finally figured out the math."
Superman turned to him. "HE'S ONLY TWENTY-THREE?!"
Supergirl's eyes widened. "That is definitely within my age range," she said.
"Not now!" Superman yelled at her. "And the league was formed only a year later!" he yelled at Batman, who wasn't shocked by any of this. He'd figured it out by the memory of Dick and Wally's meeting at the park. "A TEENAGER WAS A FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE LEAGUE?!" Superman continued to rant.
"Clark! Calm down!" commanded Black Canary. "It's not that big a deal. He was a legal adult and much more experienced than we ever gave him credit for. Besides, we have teenagers on the league now."
Superman rubbed his face while many of the other heroes were just in shock at realizing how young Wally was, physically at least. There was still the matter of how old he was mentally.
The league continued to watch as Flash and Superman saved a ship off the coast of Australia and watched the video threat of Weather Wizard aka Mark Mardon. They ran towards the US, but were both frozen in a block of ice. The two heroes were trapped in there for a minute until Flash started vibrating himself to melt through the ice. He looked at Superman still frozen.
"I wonder if I should thaw him out?" Flash mused, but a second later, Superman started to use his heat vision to get himself out. "Huh. Not bad, but this stuff isn't near as bad as Cold's new ice gun." He leaned against an ice pillar and waited for Superman to finish spinning like a drill. Flash snorted. "Ballerina. He's even en pointe."
Superman rolled his eyes at Flash's commentary.
The rest of the memory passed without any surprises until Superman went by himself to confront Weather Wizard after Flash had gotten shocked by the force field surrounding Mardon's home. Flash sat there looking at the hole in the ground Superman made.
"Nice going West," he said. "You wanted him to think you were an idiot. Mission accomplished." Flash sighed. "On the upside: getting hit by lightning? Not as painful as the first time around."
Flash followed Superman and ran into the underground tunnel he made into the house. The league watched as he interrupted Mardon and knocked the weather wand out of his hand. It was relatively easy for Superman and Flash after that. All they had to do was get out of there before the place blew-up from the overload Flash had accidentally caused the machine.
After they put Mardon away, Flash and Superman actually got along and Superman complemented him and played his own high five trick on him. The memory ended when they both decided to finish their race.
The next memory that formed showed Wally in his kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove and talking with the phone on speaker.
"So you still beat him. Right?" asked what sounded like Dick.
"Duh," Wally said. "I didn't even have to try. Are they sure he's faster than a speeding bullet?"
"Even if he's not as fast as you, he's still fast," replied Dick. "Anyway, sounds like you didn't manage to piss him off."
"I was so close," said Wally shaking his head and taking a bite of the chili he was cooking. "I guess he remains a boy scout. You're right though; he's not that bad. I'd say he needs to loosen up a little, but considering his powers and the fact everyone looks up to him, well, I guess I can understand."
"So are you now a Superman fan?" Dick laughed.
"Not as much as you are," snickered Wally. "What would Batman say if he knew you were a Superman fan and owned Superman boxers? The poor Bat would feel so betrayed," mocked Wally. "Nah. I'll just think of Superman as a fellow hero. Someone's got to stay a Batman fan after all, but like I said, Supey's not that bad. He's got my respect."
The scene faded into black and Superman started to walk towards the exit. He wanted to go to the med room and sit with Flash; with his friend, Wally. He also wanted to talk to Dick.
Does he really have Superman underwear?
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