"Time jump?" A crackling voice questioned with more than a hint of incredulity.

"Time jump." replied the smooth debonaire of the second.

The city itself gave a sarcastic vote with the resounding sirens echoing off the buildings and powerlines that littered the ground and hindered the sky of Star City.

Atop one of the taller buildings sat three young heroes, each with a destiny unknown to them but mutually assumed to be abnormal in its unconventionality.

"This isn't Men in Black Three, Roy." A third cackling voice remarked.

There's the distinct ruffle-tug sound of hair being tousled that has become the signature to their perpetually angry archer accompanied with the subtle rasp-laden snark as he quickly cut-off Dick's insinuation with a punch to the shoulder and an exasperated,"I know that. Why we ever spent the ten bucks to see that crapfest in the first place is beyond me."

Before the slate-haired detective could further derail the debate with the evidential proof that it was Roy's idea and Bruce's money the mouthy speedster himself replied with a quick, "So is time travel, my friend."

"Oh shut up, Wally. You're the one that brought it up."

"I know." was the airy sigh.

It was a quiet night. Of course, that wasn't uncommon in Star City. Where Gotham seemed to be filled with sirens screaming about the dark city's fluctuating crime and Central City had its disasters (both natural and mostly unnatural) as frequent as black tiles on a checkerboard Star City fell somewhere in between with a more consistent amount of crime and the occasional quiet night.

It was a mutual understanding between the three teens that whenever they wanted to hang out as friends, Star was the place to go. Gotham was simply too dangerous and Central was too weird. Star, however, was at the very least somewhat predictable.

It's nights like this that always end with three brothers staring at a sky full of planes flashing past. Where Wally will always mistake them for shooting stars then complain that he has yet to see one in the flesh. Where the first sidekicks would lay facing the sky mumbling secrets and jokes and theories in their private every-day paradise.

So the relative silence- the invitation to just be together for an evening- was always welcome.

Amid the humming chatter of passersby and the distant ambiance of cars and cops and other crashes and bumps, there was the quiet sound of cloth as one by one, each boy assumed their star-gazing position.

And somewhere within the sacred silence, Dick began the small talk. It was deeply poetic to both gingers how consistent it was for their baby bat to start out their sharing sessions.

"Wally?"

An encouraging shrug-like sound was his only response, which all three knew to be encouragement enough.

"You know time travel only ever ruins things, right?" The tone was light but the message was pleading. If either teen knew much of anything about the other, then it was what made them tick. In their own way, each boy had survived hell. And- of all three- Wally was the only meta. While that didn't really do much to affect their crime-fighting, as each teen was just as capable as the other; With unique talents and abilities and interests and so on. What it did affect was their relationship. The group dynamic. Because if Wally could break the sound barrier in his sneakers at eleven, then at seventeen it wasn't too much of a stretch to consider he might sustain breaking light speed. And at that point, science speculates a lot of things to happen. Time travel being one of them. And sometimes his jokes weren't entirely jokes. Well, Wally always was a man of science. And it was that knowledge that terrified both Dick and Roy. Everyone wishes their past were different at some point. If anyone could punch Hitler in the face and prevent a World War, not many would say no. Paradoxes be damned. But it had never crossed their minds that it could even be a possibility. One thing was certain,the past could never be perfect.

They all understood- partially or otherwise- that it's their pasts that made them heroes. And to change that would be to change themselves and- by extension- these nights.

The future itself was ambiguous in all regards. For most, the past seemed set in stone. And it was with the non-verbal question already asked that Wally put his friend's minds at ease by replying with an oddly soft and similarly pleading tone, "Don't worry about it. I'm not going anywhere."

And in a world where nothing is ever satisfying, those moments atop a nameless building in Star City were good enough. Having the reassurance of such wasn't half bad either.

And after another minute or so of silence, in true speedster fashion, Wally tacked on, "But it is theoretically possible."