"Uncle Wally…?" She muttered in amazement. Her Uncle Wally was the Flash? Then that meant Tad and Bart were Inertia and Impulse. And that meant "Grandpa" Barry Allen was the original Flash. And that meant speed was in her blood. That was what was happening to her. She was becoming a Flash. She was glad she had thought to design a suit.
She touched her Flash locket and spun into her own cyclone. She skidded to a stop and brushed her hair out of her face. Now it was her turn to be a hero.
"Bad villain, picking on a helpless little girl." Roxi shook her finger at Blue Streak. I can't believe I just called myself a helpless little girl. I've been trying to assert myself as a strong independent young woman and I put myself down. Great.
"Who are you!" Captain Boomerang demanded.
"That's something we'd all like to know." The Flash said.
"Who little ol' me?" She asked with a flirty smile. Uh-oh! Who AM I! I don't have a name….wait, everyone calls me 'Miss Flash' at the track races! I'll use that! "Why, I'm Miss Flash. I heard a bout this race and I liked the nick name they gave this local racerette so I'm using it."
"Miss Flash, huh?" Green Lantern muttered.
"Cute costume, little girl. Now go home before you get hurt." Flash told her. Miss Flash gave him a bright smile.
"I won't leave yet. And you can't make me. I promised that little racer girl that I'd lend her fave hero a hand." Miss Flash told him with a firm yet gentle tone. "I made her a promise and I'm going to keep it. Someone has to in her life."
"Oh, double ouch." Flash muttered at the burn. It was similar to the one Roxi had thrown at him.
"And last time I checked, you couldn't run Blue Streak down the block, let alone out of town." Miss Flash replied. Flash heard GL snort while trying not to laugh.
The Flash pushed the symbol on his belt. "Impulse-Inertia. Get over here. We've got a 'Miss Flash' that needs to be escorted home."
Miss Flash didn't look too happy. She sped from her spot, over to the Flash and took his belt. Vibrating her hand through the belt buckle, she short circuited the device.
"I don't need to be 'escorted home'." She said dropping the belt. "If you don't want me around, fine. I'll leave. I won't be coming back anytime soon."