Long time no see! Just another update since I finally found time after work to write. This chapter picks up a couple days after the previous one. Enjoy!

({No POV})

It was Saturday morning and the Parrs were doing their usual weekend morning routine. Which surprisingly for a family of supers was relatively ordinary.

Helen and Bob were eating pancakes and drinking coffee together in the kitchen while Jack Jack sat down cross legged with his eyes glued to their living room TV watching his Saturday morning cartoons in his pajamas while finishing the last of his orange juice.

Helen poked her head through to check on him when all of a sudden her eyes went wide as she said, "Jack Jack… no telekinesis in the house, young man."

Jack Jack snapped out of his cartoon trance, almost as if he realized he accidentally made the TV float in midair by accident since he was so focused on his show that he immediately let it float back down to the floor.

He looked back at his mother, looking childishly apologetic, as he said, "Sorry!"

Helen just smiled as she gave him a nod, feeling internally grateful that at least one of her sons seemed to listen to her. Helen's head whipped down the hall to see Dash's door still shut tight.

"Dash still isn't up yet?" Bob asked, looking over the newspaper he was reading before taking a sip of his coffee.

"No… not yet." Helen said, looking at the clock in their kitchen showing it was almost 10 am now.

She sat down at the kitchen table and looked to her husband. Looking like she was about to say something when… a door opened.

They heard what almost sounded like shuffling down the hallway carpet until Dash, still looking half asleep as he trudged into the kitchen. His normally slicked back and generally well kept hair was in a state of disarray as it shot out in several different directions with heavy looking eyes and his mouth hanging open slightly.

He hardly acknowledged anything as he took a plate out of the cabinet and then proceed to pile a stack of almost 25 pancakes on it and poured syrup over the top and added a modest side of 15 strips of bacon. As if that wasn't enough, he also went to the fruit basket on the counter and took an apple and banana. He then proceeded to pour himself a cup of coffee, still in his trance of a stupor from waking up.

"Morning son." Bob said, attempting to start a conversation. Dash mumbled vaguely what Bob deciphered to be, "Morning."

Bob looked at his wife and saw her looking like she wanted to say something until Dash walked out with a literal balanced yet extreme breakfast that he complied back to his room.

But, with Dash's powers combined with being a teenager, his super speed isn't the only thing super about him since his metabolism burns calories 5 times faster than any normal human being and even most supers.

So, Bob and Helen definitely are always conscious to keep food stock piled or else Dash would just eat literally everything.

But Bob, remembering his hefty appetite as a teenage boy with super powers, is definitely quite understanding while Helen still has a hard time comprehending how Dash is physically able to eat all that food in one sitting.

As of now; however, that wasn't what was on her mind about her son at the moment. Bob was reading the paper and was mid-sip on his cup of coffee until he realized his wife was now looking at him.

"What?" Bob questioned with a quirked up eyebrow and tone of voice filled with confusion.

"Bob, don't you think you're being a little too lenient on Dash?" Helen said straight out.

Bob suddenly closed his newspaper and gave his wife a part incredulous-part confused-part angry. "What makes you say that?" Bob inquired, sounding as offended as he looked.

"Look, I'm only saying that because you're making me seem like the lone disciplinarian here with him since all you seem to do is come up with excuses to…" "I'm NOT making excuses for him!" Bob ground out through his teeth, trying to keep his voice down to avoid attracting attention to himself from their sons.

Well, mostly to avoid disturbing Jack Jack.

Helen leaned in with an intense expression on her face as she said, also trying to keep her voice down, "Then what is it, Bob?! Why do you keep just glossing over his recklessness?!"

"I DON'T!" Bob almost snarled as he crushed the coffee cup into shards with his bare hand.

But, it was almost like that started to make them snap out of it as they also heard from the living room, "Dad… mom… is something wrong?"

"No, no sweetie. Nothing's wrong. Sorry. Just keep watching your cartoons, okay?" Helen said quickly.

Though that seemed to pacify their youngest son as he immediately resumed his cartoon viewing.

It was silent between Bob and Helen as Helen said, "Sorry, honey. It's just that Dash… Bob, he is so much like how you used to be when I first met you. Just the overconfidence and the I work alone attitude and… it just makes me nervous."

"No, no. I'm sorry too. But, I just want you to understand. Trying to control Dash or be on his case is only gonna make things worse. Like I said, I don't know how… but we'll just have to find a better way to watch out for him somehow. Trust me, if Buddy Pine taught me anything, its that if a teenager senses a little belittling or throwing aside of any kind… it can turn into a huge problem later. I'll figure out something!... I promise." Bob explained, running a hand through his hair.

Meanwhile Helen in her mind was just hoping he was right.

Later that night

(Dash's POV)

I kept looking around from the rooftops, trying to find some action.

Ever since I caught Sizemik again and got him locked up, it's been… dead. Pretty much scarily quiet for the past week almost. The most physical stuff I've done this week was painfully holding back on the football field and its sucked.

Crime fighting just lets me let loose with my powers better than anything.

I kept scanning below until all of a sudden… I heard a huge BANG from several blocks over along with a few screams. Immediately I started sprinting and hurdling across the rooftops.

Finally something!

I got to the edge of this building and saw a huge hole blown through the side of the first floor of the bank in what looked to be one of the high security vaults. There was still smoke and I tried to used that to my advantage as I whipped through it and made it inside unseen.

I got ready to fight until… What the?

No one was here.

I was expecting to see some crooks filling bags with gold bars and cash but… nothing? Zip, zero, zilch, nuthin'. I kept looking around trying to figure out what even happened.

There were drawers opened in the vault that were already cleaned out. But that wasn't the only thing that looked clean. There was nothing here! Everything looked clean except for the debris from when the wall blew up. "Man, what the…" I stopped when I heard footsteps and immediately shot into the alley outside behind a dumpster that smelled totally rank.

But, I bit back as I heard people talking inside, probably police by the way they were talking.

It sounded like they we looking around for the next 15 minutes until I heard them start talking at the point that I was gonna almost hurl from the dumpster smell.

"Find anything, Ray? Cuz I got nuthin." I heard one guy with an annoying nasally voice say.

Then I heard a guy with a deeper voice come back with, "Nah Jerry. I keep looking around the room but other than the debris… I can't find anything. No obvious foot or fingerprints that we can detect. Hell there's not even clues as to how they got in or out?! No tools, no evidence of tools. That drawer over there looks like it was melted clean through for gosh sakes! I haven't seen any robbery remotely close to something like this since…"

"Aaaaaannnnd, here you go with your old crack pot theories from back in the day and how they remind you of stuff on cases now." The nasally voiced officer taunted, snorting at the end at the other one.

"Jerry, I'm telling you! I haven't seen a robbery remotely close to this since…" "Uh, sorry to interrupt, fellas. But, we got something. The security cameras were blown out too. You need to have a look at this." I heard someone else say as the other two cops followed him, or it sounded like it since I heard walking.

I slowly stepped out, almost feeling like a bus got lifted off me as I bolted out of there so fast I was able to run straight up the building at the end of the alley. I got up to the top and slide down the side of the generator I found until I was sitting and threw my head back.

Man that was WAY too close!

I would've been so screwed if those cops caught me. But, mostly it would've sucked if they found me and then mom and dad found out. I mean, yeah I didn't steal anything but I'm still underage cuz of the superhero reinstatement act.

So STUPID!

I slammed my fist on the roof so hard I actually left a divot.

Hey, at least I'm not super strong like dad or I would have totally busted through the roof and gotten even more screwed right now. But, I'm cool. I got away with it and no one caught me looking around back there.

Also… what the heck was that back there?! I just heard that explosion and I can run faster than pretty much anything I can think of! So how the heck were they able to steal all that stuff and leave that bank vault pretty much clean? Not gonna lie though, it's about time!

All I've had lately is Sizemik doing annoying and stupid stuff and he's always WAY too easy for me to catch, bout time something interesting finally started happening! No one gets away from the Dash twice. Just you wait!

I got this.

I know this was pretty short, but this was more of a bridge chapter to help build up to the later events of the story. I hope you all enjoyed reading and constructive feedback/reviews are always very much appreciated. Hope you all are having a great new year so far and I'll return with an update as soon as I possibly can.

Stay Classy!

Dexter1995