I'm not looking forward to telling Aunt Iris what happened to Uncle Barry. Can you honestly blame me though? This is her husband we're talking about. Despite this, somehow I've managed to get to the front door of their house.

'This has gone on long enough,' I decided after a few minutes of waiting, which feels like a millennium to a speedster. 'If she flips out, she flips out. If she doesn't, she doesn't. It's time to man up!' I soon realized I had a situation on my hands though, or rather, the situation was my lack of hands. With Barry being asleep and me needing both hands to support him (not to mention the diaper bag which was making my job that much harder), I would have to become creative in order to knock on the door. I mentally kicked myself for not realizing sooner when I realized that was the solution to my problem. I put my foot up and began to lightly kick at the door, progressively getting harder.

"Alright, alright! Hold your horses! I'll be there in a minute" Aunt Iris shouted from inside. I gulped. She didn't sound like she was in a good mood. The door flung open and out she stepped, except she didn't look like she normally did. Mainly because she was wearing pajamas with bunny slippers. "Look, I don't care what you're selling," She said groggily with her eyes closed "You better get off my property or I'll call the cops."

"Well, you sure know how to welcome a guy." I grinned. Her eyes shot open.

"Wally! I'm so happy to see you! Come in, come in, make yourself right at home." Suddenly, she stopped and whipped around to look at me. Her eyes bulged. "Um, Wally… how do I put this… why in the world do you have a baby in your arms?" No turning back now.

"Aunt Iris, meet Barry Allen. He's otherwise known as your husband." She blinked. Then she shrugged.

"I must be more sleep deprived then I thought. I thought you said that was MY Barry. That couldn't possibly be what you said Wally."

"Except for the small fact that that is exactly what I said."

"Well, in that case," She collapsed onto the ground, effectively looking like she fainted.

"Aunt Iris!?" A soft groan was the only reply I got.

"You know… how in the movies… if you surprise someone like that… they faint? I figured, you know… maybe I could do that." She sat up and rubbed her head with a sheepish smile. "At least I'm not half asleep any more." I laughed and sat next to her, carefully adjusting Barry so that he . "So, one more time to confirm, that's Barry?"

"Yep,"

"So Flash isn't going to be around for a while?

"Affirmative,"

"What about the rest of the League? How long is he going to be like this?"

"Same as Barry. Everyone's flipping out. We're not quite sure yet."

"Well, this still isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to them, and that does explain the diaper bag. Let me see him." Aunt Iris made a grabbing motion for him and I didn't hesitate in handing him to her. "Awww… You know, when we were dating we looked through our old photo albums. He looks exactly the same, down to the long lashes and the little, pink button nose. Same blond hair too, although he's always had that. I bet he even has the same green eyes. He's so cute! " She gushed, smiling. I just nodded awkwardly.

"So, do you think you can take care of him?" The hope was obvious in my voice.

"That all depends on how long he's going to be like this. I have a job that I have to do, but I'm usually home at around sevenish. I can handle him then, but for the days it's up to you. Think you can handle it Wally?" Aunt Iris asked as Uncle Barry began to wake up. Before I could respond, she murmured "Green eyes. I was right."

"I can manage that. Are you sure you'll be alright though?" She pretended to think about it for a minute. Then she grinned.

"If you think I can't handle it, you're welcome to join me." I could feel my eyes widen.

"No, no, no, you're a perfectly capable woman and I was wrong to doubt your skills, oh great one. Besides, he'll get tired of me." I stood up and walked to the door. "I better get going. It's only a matter of time before Mom and Dad expect me to be home."

She looked at me with fierce concern and Barry seemed to frown slightly. "Hey, Wally, you know that he could never get tired of you right? He loves you too much to do that."

"... Yeah, I know. See you Aunt Iris. Later Uncle Barry."

"See ya, kiddo."

The last thing I saw before I left was a small hand waving.

The next morning...

I woke up slowly, until I saw the time. I didn't set the alarm clock! I have school today! AAAAAUUUGHH! I groaned and speeded out of bed, getting myself ready in a matter of seconds. Then I glanced at the calendar. Today is Sunday.* In summer vacation no less. I facepalmed.

On the bright side, I thought, going into the kitchen to eat at least I'm up. I pulled out a container full of oatmeal and followed the directions to make six servings. As I did this, I absentmindedly thought about what I needed to get done. Before everything had happened, the Justice League had scheduled a belated debriefing for a particularly scarring mission that I would rather not go into the details of. That's obviously canceled though. I have to pick up Barry, at eight thirty or earlier. I checked the clock. I still have a half an hour to get there. I also either need to tell my parents what happened to Barry or make up an excuse. I'll probably do the latter, for the sake of not making things awkward.

Robin texted me last night and told me that we're all meeting up at Mount. Justice to try to find a cure, saying some nonsense about calling a blood guy and needing my chemical know how, so that's another thing to put on the list. I responded that I, in no way, shape, or form, knew anything about how to reage someone after they had been deaged or about any guy named Blood. He then sent me a voice recording of his special Robin-creepy-freak-out-the-bad-guy cackle. That text was promptly deleted.

As I was thinking, two things happened. One, my oatmeal finished cooking, and two, my mom came downstairs. I grabbed a bowl and without questioning it, she grabbed another one.

"Mornin' Mom,"

"Good morning Wally," Might as well get one thing checked off my list.

"Listen," I spoke hesitantly as she yawned "I have to go in twenty minutes. Aunt Iris invited me over and Uncle Barry made plans to spend the day with me. I'll probably be back around dinner time."

She gave me a smile that seemed more like a smirk as she playfully replied. "Of course you'd come home only when we're eating." I rolled my eyes as she pointed to my food to prove her point. I was on my fourth bowl.

"Yeah, yeah, everyone loves to make fun of how much I eat, can I go now?"

"Sure thing. Tell Barry and Iris I said hi."

"I will. Thanks mom!" I kissed her cheek, ran to my room to get my phone, and then like a rocket I was out of there.

* So, has anyone else ever done that thing where you wake up on a Saturday morning and you're panicked because you think you have to go to school, so you frantically try to prepare yourself, but then realize it's the weekend? I… I've done that a couple times. (Shame…) In Wally's defence though, he spends a lot of time with Robin who has school for another week so he's been complaining, and your brain is kinda on automatic that early in the morning.

DISCLAIMER: I have failed to gain custody of the young justice show between now and the last time I wrote. T_T

Hey Guys! I said I would get this out at some point this week, so here it is! Anyway, I have a slight bone to pick with you guys -_-. No one voted this time! Shame, lots of shame. On the bright side, a couple of you wrote in the comments who you wanted to see. I think that Kid Flasher was the one the most of you ended up wanting, Superboy coming in after that. But, hey, if you still want to vote for the next chapter I left the poll up. Just click on my username and hit up the magical poll there.

Other than that, I don't have anything to say, just that you guys are awesome and that I need your creative thinking tanks to come inspire mine (This is my weirdo way of saying submit your ideas, and we'll see what I can do) Also, the next chapter will be like Robin's in the sense that Wally's will be split in two.

In response to the reviews on da last chapter: Hydropistol108- Because you kinda sorta voted, the next chapter in which I change characters shall be in Superboy's POV! Can thou feel the power?

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