YEAH. THANKS FOR DA REVIEWS.

AND JILL DAT WEBSITE U GAVE ME FOR KID FLASH'S BACKROUND; IT DIDN'T SHOW UP ON THE REVIEW. COULD U LET ME KNOW WUT IT WAS?

THANKS AND HERE YA GO.

Superman landed in front of the fast food joint and waited. He knew John had seen him, so there was no need to go in. John walked out first, obviously attempting to keep Flash behind him.

" I want to talk with you." He stated, pointing at Flash,

" Why?" Superman raised an eyebrow,

" Follow me." He took off, leaving John and Flash to stare at each other,

" I wonder what he wants."

" Maybe he knows and wants to help me get back home." Flash took off running,

" Yeah and maybe Batman will crack a joke." He shook his head and followed the other two. Superman hovered in the air until John caught up with him,

" You. Get back to the Tower."

" What? I—"

" I really do not want to repeat myself John, get going." John was about to argue when he saw the crowd of civilians beginning to gather,

" Fine." He snapped, flying back to the Lord's base. He cast one more sparing glance at Flash, praying to whatever higher power that protected the innocent, that he would see the younger man again.

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Flash followed Superman to the outskirts of the city. It was mostly over grown farmland mixed with a few abandoned buildings. And with the last rays of the sun glinting of Superman's cape, the place looked very dismal and uninviting. The fist connected with his jaw before he had any chance to register that he was in danger. He hit the ground hard, sending up piles of dirt as he skidded back. He got to his feet. His eyes were a mixture of different emotions, anger, hurt, betrayal, and distrust.

' This isn't the real Superman. This isn't the real Clark.' He dodged the next blow and took a few steps back. Superman smirked,

" How come you're not running away, Flash? That's what you used to do." Wally brought up his fists,

" I won't run from you."

" You have no idea how long it took me to get through that thick skull of yours." He waved a hand carelessly behind him,

" Of course if what Batman said is true then you're not the Flash I know."

" Batman said—"

" Of course Batman didn't say anything to me," Superman muttered, with the air of someone trying to reason with a five year old who didn't want to give up his teddy bear, " I've had him bugged for awhile." Flash watched Superman.

Slowly the older man began walking towards Flash. He moved up until he was standing right in front of him. Then, with a speed Flash didn't know Superman had, he grabbed the younger man's neck and began squeezing,

" Listen to me. Until you can be sent back, I expect the same amount of respect from you that I would normally receive. Consider this your only warning, I don't care what reality you come from. I will personally remove you from this one if you continue to act this way." He let his eyes glow for a moment before dropping Flash to the ground.

" Do I make myself clear?" Flash coughed and rubbed his neck,

" Crystal."

" Good." He flew off, leaving Flash sitting in the dirt. Emotions were running through him, shock that any Superman could even attempt behaving like that, anger at being sent to this dimension, and pity. Pity for the other version of himself that had to live with a mad man everyday of his life.

He got to his feet and glanced around. Central City was near and maybe with his good looks and charm, he could earn himself a free hotel room. He brushed off a speck of dirt. Ok, maybe he would end up sleeping in an alley, but it was better then going back up to the Watchtower.

He rubbed his neck one more time before setting off in the direction of what he wished was home.