It was the first time that Barry let Hal babysit Wally by himself. That fact alone made Hal nervous enough. He'd made a promise to himself to be there for Barry and help make his life easier after losing his wife. But he wasn't exactly sure how much of a help he would be. The only childcare experience he had was from watching his older brother Jack's kids for a week when he and Janice went on vacation.
And that had been awful.
He hadn't known Wally well enough to tell whether or not he would be well-behaved or loud and destructive like his niece and nephew. Of course, Barry was the one raising him, so Hal had no clue why he'd ever worried in the first place. Wally was adorable, a bit hyper, but he was polite and he listened well. He was still in the shyish stages around Hal though, so he'd have to see if this behavior kept up in a month.
Regardless, Hal had come in with a fool proof plan of action:
1. Make sure Wally was still alive when Barry got home.
2. Don't destroy the new house. (And to a lesser extent, leave it spotless.)
3. Don't let Wally know their secret identities.
As long as Hal finished the night with all three rules intact, Barry couldn't ban him from babysitting ever again.
It was going surprisingly well. Wally opened up to him after about an hour, Hal popped in a movie for the kid, and he tried his hand at cooking dinner. The food came out only sorta burnt, and Wally gave Hal his official babysitter seal of approval – something only the Garricks had been able to merit before apparently.
The checklist was on track. Wally was still alive, and Hal was working on the mess of dishes piled in the sink. Number three in his list was the only danger now, because Hal was about ready to break out a jackhammer construct to get the burnt food off this damn pan!