Flash dodged the laser fire and finally saw an opening. He took it and rushed up to the gunman and gripped the front of the guy's shirt. His face was inches from the gunman's.
"You just ruined the best day I've had in a long time, pal." The Flash growled to him. "I hope you're happy because I'm one peeved Super hero." Flash slammed his fist into the guy's jaw and sent him flying into a wall. "You guys can take it from here. I've got to get back to the race."
He raced back to the track. On the way, he changed back into his civilian clothes and slowed to a jog as he rounded the end of the stands. Everyone was gone, except for a girl on a bench holding her knees to her chest. He recognized the French braids of his cousin's daughter. Wally walked over to her and sat down beside her.
"Hey, Roxi. It doesn't matter if you lost-" Roxi pushed him away and turned to look at him.
"Where were you? I looked up at the stands before I ran and you were gone." Wally looked at her.
"I, uh, went to the bathroom then I went to make a call. I was trying to see if your old man would come." Wally lied. Roxi stood with her hands on her hips.
"Then who won, Uncle Wally? Tell me who won?" Roxi demanded in a hiss. Wally looked away. "I knew it. I knew it but I didn't care. I thought you had changed, Uncle Wally. I thought you'd keep your promise to me this one time but I was wrong. You've run out on me again and again. You've broken every promise you ever made me. You never stay for my birthdays, my races or even to take me to the movies. You're worse than Bart and Tad. At least they stay long enough to give me a kiss when they ditch my birthday parties."
Wally didn't know what to say. Roxi turned and walked away. She started to run. Wally dropped his head and touched his earpiece. "One for the Watch Tower."