Wally, breathlessly, appeared in a flash of white light on the tele-pad. As soon as he got reoriented, he sighed and pulled his cowl down. Shaking out his hair, he walked (yes walked) to the Monitor Womb and collapsed in the nice, comfy chair.
Where was everyone today?
Sure, there was a giant three-planet war going on near Thanigar, but that wouldn't take everyone would it? Wally looked up at the view screens, conveniently located in front of him. The Green Lanterns were out doing something that had to do with the space-time continuum, Green Arrow and a bunch of the Leaguer's who couldn't fly /go in space were helping out in Metropolis, which was being attacked by giant robots or something…
The Flash settled back in his chair. Auto-teleport was already on, and no one was radioing for help at the moment. Maybe he could close his eyes for a second…no one would know…
CRASH!
Flash's eyes snapped open. "What the heck was that?"
He jumped up and looked around. It had come from outside the Monitor Womb, for sure. He raced out into the main room, his body only visible as a scarlet blur.
"Anyone here?" he called, even though, according to the computers, no one was. At least- no one the computer knew.
BANG!
Flash spun around, jumpy and on edge. The sound had come from the kitchen.
Whoosh! He was in the kitchen. Almost immediately he noticed some pots and pans on the floor. In a more extensive look, he saw that all the cupboards were open, food spilling out everywhere, and that the other side of the kitchen was a total mess. The fridge was also open, all the milk cartons upturned and vegetables in a little green pile.
"What the heck," Flash said.
The island in the center of the kitchen had also been devastated. The secret drawer that everyone knew about was open, revealing Jonn's previous stash of Oreos.
Flash ran around the kitchen, looking for the culprit. On his third trip around, searching inside the cupboards and such, he slipped in a puddle of milk and fell to the floor, landing on his back. "OOF."
He put a hand up to grab the island, and pulled himself up, slowly. As he got to eye level with the counter, he saw two little paws.
"What?" Flash said.
Wally wasn't really a cat person, but he didn't hate them. He thought the little guys had it good, though; humans waiting on their every need. That was enough to warrant a bit of respect. However, despite his feelings towards cats, he was still a bit shocked to find one on the island.
"Meow," said the little black cat. It began to wash its face.
Flash stood up straight and glared at it. "Batman doesn't let us have animals on the Watchtower…What do you want?"
The cat looked at him plaintively. "Meow."
Flash sat down on one of the barstools at the island. "Alright. You're a cat. I get it. Did you do this?" He waved a hand at the devastation around him. The cat looked down at the mess.
"Well?" he asked.
The cat hopped down from the counter and began lapping up the spilled milk.
Flash shook his head. "I have to get you out of here before anyone gets back. Come on, cat."
He tried to pick it up.
"MEROW!" It protested.
"Oh don't give me that. How did you even get on the Watchtower anyway?" he carried it out of the kitchen and back into the main room.
That's when he noticed it had a note attached to its leg. Wally put the cat down on a couch near the teleporters and untied the string that held it in place. It was a little piece of paper, and had even smaller handwriting on it.
"To whoever is reading this- SOS. We are trapped in a pocket dimension and need your help. Cats are the only ones who can travel in between dimensions, and apparently the only ones who can pass these garish monsters! Not sure how much longer we can survive here. Ask the cat to transport you if you can help!
-Preferably, it would be nice if you could fight monsters.
HURRY."
The Flash shook his head. He looked at the cat. He looked at the note.
"Are you serious?" he said.
The cat meowed.
Suddenly, black spots started marring Flash's vision. He felt dizzy, and the ground began to rush towards his face. WHACK!

Wally stood up. He was in a dim grey place, and he heard something rumbling behind him.
Quickly, he stood up and ran- only to find himself facing a wall. The rumbling stopped.
The Flash looked down at his feet in disgust. The cat sat there, its eyes shining in the dim.
"Okay, I'm not a cat person," he said. Pulling up his cowl, he walked in the opposite direction of the wall. There appeared to be a door there.
"Coming, cat?" he asked, without turning. Something furry rubbed against his leg.
Cautiously, he opened the door, and peered around to look outside…