I walk through the abandoned warehouse district toward the familiar base of the Rouges, Bart trailing behind. Hopefully the Rouges will agree to this, I think as I reach the metal door. Knocking three times I turn around and rest my back against the wall staring at Bart. The junior speedster glances up and focuses on my eye patch. I've decided to wear a nice leather one out of costume.

The door opens revealing Leonard, "Thought I told you kids to," He stops noticing me and Bart are the only ones there, "Oh, sorry guys. Just we've recently had some jokesters around."

I nod, "You sure it wasn't just James?"

He laughs, "We already investigated that possibility, no I think it's probably some of the kids who like to do drugs back here. So what brings you here Wally?"

"Can we come in? I have some things to discuss about business," Len nods and motions us inside.

We walk through the first few doors and end up in the living room where a large TV is set up. James and Hartley are sitting on a couch, which is new since the last time I was here. Guess they were busy with the absence of a hero. Would've expected Batman to assign someone to the city. Len motions for us to sit down and he pulls up a chair.

Len looks like he's about to says something but before he can James speaks up, "So before we get started on this conversation which is no doubt going to answer my question, where have you been? We couldn't find any information on you. You were just gone. All that we knew was you guys went to stop a bank robbery. What happened to you? And I don't mean-"

"What the hell happened to your face is what the guy's trying to ask" Rory says walking into the room.

"Words hurt you know, "I say leaning over and bumping fists with the older man, "And to answer your question, I was lit on fire. And the eye happened when I stuck my fist through the guy who did all of this to me," I say lifting my shirt revealing the scars and healing wounds.

Hartley drops his glass, staring at my chest. James looks away. Len clenches his fist, Rory giving the same reaction. That's when I notice Digger and Evan aren't here. I button my shirt up suddenly feeling self-conscious about their reactions.

"Where's Digger? And Evan?" I ask.

Len glances to Rory and gives a small grin, "Out on, patrol you could say." So they were out stealing something.

"So I have something to tell you all and it might come as a shock," I look to everyone, "The Flash is, Barry is dead," All of the Rouges grow silent, "And now I'm taking up the mantle. Which brings me to the reason I'm here. I need a new costume but I don't have a design. So, if you're up for it, will you help me create the new Flash's outfit?" I finish, trying to gauge their responses from their expressions.

James answers first, "Sure."

"I'm up for it," Hartley says next.

"Guess if they're doing it I will too," Rory says punching my shoulder, making me wince, "Sorry."

"Well, if I have to," Len answers jokingly.

"Great guys, Bart get over here you're part of this too," I motion him over.

Fumbling through the backpack he brought, after a minute Bart pulls out a sketchpad and hands it to James. The multicolored rouge stares at the sketchpad. We all look at him expectantly. He glances around at us.

"We are all designing this, don't just expect me to do it all," James says.

"Well, I guess we kind of have to consult Wally on all decisions made for this. So what exactly are you looking for in your costume?" Rory asks.

"It needs to be practical. I want it to scare villains, not you guys of course but still. Also, make sure it has the lightning bolt. No matter what it needs to have the bolt." I say looking between them all.

"Ok, let's get to work then. I suggest shin guards, for a more militaristic look. It'll also help when you perform a slide," James replies.

I nod, "I like that idea."

James quickly sketches the guards out on the paper before looking back up.

"Maybe some Kevlar and other damage resistant materials? I heard Batman's new suit hardens upon impact. Maybe we could get some of that material?" Bart suggests.

"Good idea, after we are done here I'll be bringing the concept sketches to Batman anyway. I'll ask him then," I say with another nod.

"Maybe for the cowl we could cover your, um…eye hole like Deathstroke's mask. Maybe we could add arm guards to lessen the pain of falling, or add to an enemy's pain," Hartley adds.

I grin, "For effect let's add a spike to the end of it. Make it so they think if they struggle too much I'll kill them," I glance around, noticing Bart raising an eyebrow at me. Kid must not understand psychological warfare.

"Great! Any other ideas?" Len asks.

"Add metal to the gloves so that it hurts more to get punched. Also, harden the knuckle area, it'll hurt to get punched to the point where two hits will put a man down," Rory smiles at his suggestion.

I fist bump him again, "Ok, now all we need is a color scheme. Any ideas?"

"Maybe, we could use white and black. It'll still create that blur you speedsters love so much, but it'll also look pretty damn intimidating. Also, it will kind of serve as your artic cam if we blend the colors at points where they meet," Len says.

"I love that idea. My stealth camo colors will just stay the same. I can't even begin to say how grateful I am to all of you for helping me," I say just as James finishes the final sketches on the last page.

"No problem. I think I speak for all of us, including Bart over there, when I say that we were more than happy to have helped," James replies, everyone else nodding in agreement.

"Well, Bart and I are going to head out to give the designs to Batman. See you all later!" I finish pointing to my eye, "Get it?" No one laughs, "I'll make someone laugh eventually with that one."

As we arrive in Gotham city Bart turns to me, "You have some extra designs you don't want the Rouges knowing about don't you?" He asks.

I laugh, "Of course I do, after all, they're still villains. Can't have them knowing all my secrets can I?" I respond, "I am going to add some more lethal features, and more non-lethal features. I'm definitely getting a stun baton."

"Well, guess Batman wasn't wrong when he said you'd be the scariest Flash yet," Bart responds.

"How'd you know about that?" I ask giving him a glare.

"Cameras are the easiest thing to hack for Tim, all I had to do was ask," He replies smugly, as if he was the only one in the world who knew a member of the Bat family.

"I saw you and Jaime through your room's camera too. So I guess, unless you want everyone to know what happens in your room after dark, you should shut up and not listen in on people's private conversations," I finish, smiling at his bright red face, "That's what I thought," I add.

"Let's just drop these off with Batman and go home, Flash," Bart replies.

"Race ya to Wayne Manor!" I yell, taking off before he even realizes what I said.

A/N: This above, is what I like to call a filler chapter. The story could have gone without it, yes, but I don't think it would be as good. I have no clue what I'm going to do next chapter sooooooo ya. Please review.