"What is that?" asked Kid Flash in disgust, looking at the crumpled heap that had just appeared on the screen. "Why, don't you recognize your own teammate, Flash Boy?" A stark white hand extended from the darkness and attached itself to the lump. With a strangled cry of pain, the head of a figure was forced up to face the camera. "Oh my God..."

Keeping a city as large as Gotham City safe is hard, especially if you are only ten years old. Set pre-series. Just a quick fluffy drabble.

It was a regular day, with training and the drama to deal with. But what happens when two strangers from the future come to the past? What do they want? Why are they children? And what are they hiding?