(Bruce's P.O.V)

The moment I met Barry Allen for the first time I probably could have told you that I knew pretty much everything about him, the kid read like an open book, and it was almost too easy to come to a conclusion about what kind of person Barry was.

Barry was the kind of person who talked just about anybody's ears off, and would come to trust even the worst of people. Barry was the kind of person who looked at the world with wonder and eagerness to explore and to help. The kid was insanely positive and insanely forgiving, oftentimes too forgiving, but that was something I admired about the kid. Barry always seemed to have his life put together at least on the outside it seemed, and he was smart, maybe not street smart but smart.

I say this now knowing that the person I just described to you is Barry, but isn't all of Barry. Since starting the Justice league and getting to know each member I've begun to think differently of Barry. Sure he's your average hyperactive 20 something, who eats all the freaking time, and can be a little socially awkward, but that isn't all. The kid has heart, and courage and is genuinely interested in everybody he meets. On missions he's the first one to check in to see if everyone is alright, and I've seen him take time out of his day to talk to civilians he's helped, or to civilians he barely knows but somehow feels the need to strike up conversation.

The kid always wears a smile, and will stop at nothing to crack jokes and cheer up the rest of us especially Victor. Above all though Barry has a sense of understanding way beyond his youth, which has me confused and interested.

Maybe that's why I'm up at 4 in the morning searching through files of the kid, without luck. I know about his mother and his fathers arrest, and the fact that Barry was in and out of homes most of his life, but that doesn't explain why he is who he is, or why he's so….

BANG

My heart jumps as I spin around facing the door leading out of the bedroom I'm currently inhabiting.

Usually I know every inch of every spare closet back at the manor but I'm not at the manor. Currently I'm residing in the newly finished Hall of Justice, the only other occupant being Barry as a matter of fact, since it's winter and he complained that his warehouse gets too cold in the winter.

Oftentimes other members will stop by, but only Barry and I have been staying the night so the sound of someone moving around down in the main living space is unnerving at 4 am.

I slowly gather myself and move out of the room towards the long staircase connected to the team's living quarters. As I move down the commotion becomes louder, and I'm glad to have been armed with a small taser, even though the thought of someone breaking into the hall of Justice and getting past security is probably next to impossible.

At the bottom of the step's the sound can be heard again, inside of the kitchen and as I approach the door slightly ajar, the sight before me is something I hadn't expected.

I watch as Barry searches cupboard after cupboard, while practically inhaling a box of what I can only assume as cracker's, or maybe cookies. There's piles of empty wrappers and containers littering the counter spaces and floors, and a half eaten chocolate cake is sitting out, one that I recognize to be Diana's baking, which she had worked on earlier today.

Barry doesn't seem to notice I'm watching and appears as if he's trying to be quiet although failing miserably at it, and I watched amused from the doorway as the kid makes his way back over towards the cake and begins shoveling mouthfuls of it into his mouth.

Eventually though I spoil his fun by clearing my throat loudly, indicating to him that he's attracted a small audience.

I watch as Barry jump's back in shock, still holding a piece of cake in his hands, as he searches the room before spotting me.

I can see in his eyes that he was not expecting to run into anyone, and is clearly a bit embarrassed so I make the first move at starting a conversation.

"Late night snack"? I ask nonchalantly as I make my way over to the fridge to grab a drink of water.

"Ummm yeah, was I being loud I swear I was trying to be quiet, but I guess I woke you up, sorry about that by the way, I was just hungry and like this place has soo much food like all the time, and I just came down and.."

I cracked open a water bottle before taking a sip as I listened to Barry's nervous rambling.

"It's fine I was already up, just came down for a drink." I lied.

"Oh okay, sorry again about all of this, I'll clean it up you know in a second or something, I guess I kind of cleared a lot of your cupboards, which I'll re stalk, as soon as I get paid, which might not actually be enough to stalk all of your cupboards, I mean there's a lot here." Barry looked around at all the empty packages in embarrassment, shooting me a worried glance.

"You know, you don't need to apologize for eating, I'll have Alfred stalk the pantries by morning, I am a billionaire you know, so don't worry about expenses or anything."

"I know, but I just feel bad about all this, I mean my metabolism makes it soo hard to just stop when all of this food is just sitting here."

I nodded as Barry finished off the cake in his hand and swallowed the last piece before I asked my next question.

"How fast is your metabolism by the way, I mean have you tested it"?

Barry looked more comfortable now and went to sit on the counter.

"I've never officially gotten it tested but I estimate it's anywhere from 15,000 to 25,000 calories in a day, depending on my activity level, which varies from day to day."

I mentally frowned after putting 2 and 2 together, listening to Barry rant about never seeing this much food coupled by the fact that he needed to eat more calories in a day than most kitchens could even carry got me worrying about just how much he was really eating when he wasn't at the hall of Justice.

I looked at Barry who's eyes had lingered to the rest of the cake, and I gestured for him to finish it, which he did at an almost disgustingly fast pace.

As he ate I glanced at Barry and noticed just how scrawny he really was, his spine and ribs were visible through his faded T-shirt, and his limbs and face were thin and a little hollow looking.

The way he was eating like he couldn't get it down fast enough, and the hungry look in his eyes, which only grew hungrier with every bite he stuffed into himself worried me, and I wondered just how often he ate when alone.

I then remembered Barry talking to Arthur about his 3 job's and how he had just started in a crime lab, and I realised that on top of superhero work, Barry was working himself to the bone with 3 other jobs.

I quickly made a mental note to start monitoring his body weight and to make sure that the poor kid wasn't malnourished or anything because looking at him now, sure seemed to confirm my fears.

I cursed myself for being so unobservant, and assured Barry that he was entitled to any food he desired, before excusing myself to my own room.

The door closed behind me as I began planning the Barry project, a name that had taken less than a second to come up with but at this point creativity was the least important issue.

I would inform each member of the justice league about this little problem involving a certain speedster, and we would put into place a plan to keep Barry fed, and for one of us at all times to be monitoring his eating to get Barry back to a healthy weight.

I knew instantly that this would have to be more or less a secret between the other members and me since Barry always felt ashamed of accepting help, but the kid needed help, and it was the least I could do for the selfless Barry Allen.

So I decided to start another story since I just watched Zack Snyder's Justice League and loved it! I haven't really planned how long this story is going to be or if I'm even going to continue it, but I if I do continue It every league member should have their own chapter in their P.O.V, even Barry. As always leave any reviews on what you want to see from this story and maybe I will incorporate your idea's into the next few chapters, If I continue.