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Chapter 3: Under Tower Arrest

It feels like I'm seven years old again sitting against a wall for a time-out.

The chair I was sitting on was facing the rest of the room where heroes and heroines were discussing the possible whos and whys on the kidnapping of speedsters around the world. There were over fifty people from fifteen different teams arguing their own theories against others. After finding out that I hadn't been taken this morning, it took them less than an hour for everyone to show up at Titans Tower for the impromptu meeting. All I could see were bright colors and a lot of spandex and capes in front of me. The Teen Titans were sitting in chairs on either side of me, not wanting to get too involved in the going-on-six-hour meeting. Robin had disappeared into the crowd fifteen minutes ago to try and get the adults to let us teens stretch our legs and get something to eat. Yawning, I ran my gloved hand through my hair, wanting to leave the room from pure boredom.

"Why do I have to sit through this again?" Wonder Girl shot me a disapproving look.

"Because you're the only speedster that any of us have left." I snorted in annoyance as Superboy chuckled.

"She's right, man. Why do you think the League is so antsy? If the world falls into a crisis, we're not going to win without you." I shot my best friend a dirty look and he held his hands up. "What?" I stood up from the chair which got the attention of everyone in the room and sped away to the kitchen before anyone could stop me.

Skidding to a halt in the small kitchen, I grabbed an apple and shot all the way up Titans Tower to the roof, enjoying the cooling air as the sun started going down over the ocean. It was only that morning that I'd almost been kidnapped along with Impulse. I already heard all of the theories everyone had on why speedsters had been getting kidnapped, but none of them really made sense. Most of the hero community thought it was some sort of vendetta against us, but then why would they go to such lengths to QUIETLY kidnap us?

Sitting down near the edge and watching one of the hover cars fly across the bay, my mind ran through the other reasons why someone would want to kidnap speedsters.

What did we have that others in the hero community didn't?

Well that's an easy answer. Speed.

It can't be just that though. Our vibrations? Not likely unless they wanted to destroy something. Control over our own molecules? But not all speedsters have that kind of control like my father and I. Well, okay fine I may have better control than my father but that's beside the point. What about our ability to get to different universes? That was the most likely reason, but a few villains had already tried that in the past with disturbing results. Could it actually be something with the Speed Force itself? That's the number one thing that separated us from the rest of the hero community. Besides, if they had only been after speed, whoever had been kidnapping speedsters would have also gone after the other heroes and heroines that were fast. Even Superboy can fly up to the speed of sound.

A sudden, random thought shot through my head.

If Impulse hadn't come to me last night for help, I wouldn't be involved in this. Maybe whoever was behind all this was trying to flush me out of the woodwork? Nah. That probably would have gone along with the vendetta against the Flash, but it makes no sense. I convinced my father years ago to report to the papers that I died with mom during the last crisis.

"Kid Flash?" Internally grumbling, I turned to see my Grandpa Wayne in the still intimidating Batman costume walking up to me. Tossing the remains of the apple over the edge, I hopped to my feet, walking slowly over to him. "Son, I know this situation is disturbing you."

"Disturbing me? Why would this whole thing be disturbing me? You mean the fact that half of my extended family is missing? That I couldn't save my cousin or that I almost got kidnapped myself? That I wasn't even TOLD there were missing speedsters? Or maybe despite how long I've been saying that I don't want anything to do with the hero community, I'm suddenly stuck here in the middle of everything wearing a uniform that I'd been denying for years?"

"Calm down, Kid Flash." Closing my eyes, I ran my gloved hand through my hair again as I took a deep breath and let it out, letting him come up to me.

"Why is this happening, Batman? Why me all of a sudden?" I felt his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. He never really did fit into the dark, brooding Batman role. That's more Ethan.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out. Remember; you have other relatives that also care about you, son." He pulled me into a one-armed hug as I let my arms hang at my sides, resting my head against the bat symbol on his chest, groaning in frustration. "Don't worry. We'll find them." I felt the sting of the injection gun against my upper arm and for the second time within 24 hours, I slumped as the sedative flew through me faster than the kidnappers' tranquilizer. I hadn't expected this at all from my Grandpa Wayne.

"Grnpa?" I could feel him lift me easily into his arms as my body quickly relaxed and my eyes drooped.

"Sleep, son. We'll take care of everything." I fell unconscious before he even took a step.

I was laying in a bed and could hear someone mumbling near me. A quiet click sounded in the room as I groaned a little, moving my head in the direction of the talking. Something was pressed against my upper arm again and I barely felt the sting when the injection gun went off. The drugs pulled me under again. That's when I decided that I hated sedatives.

As I slowly woke up again, I could feel that I was still in a bed, but the room was quiet. Someone had taken the liberty of getting the Kid Flash uniform off of me as I slept; boxers and a thin blanket were the only things covering me at the moment. Opening my eyes without making a sound, I took a look around at the room I was in. It had engraved Flash symbols on a few of the walls and the red and gold fan that hung low on the ceiling was sleek and already churning the air in the room. Most of the colors that made the room were either red, yellow, or gold. They must have put me in Kid Flash's room in Titans Tower.

I could tell that I'd been out for a long time as I stretched my stiff muscles. How long, I didn't know. Flipping off the red sheet, my gaze went to one of the two tables in the room. Laying perfectly folded in the middle of the table was a slightly different Kid Flash uniform. It looked sleeker, shinier, and much more high-tech than the old one I had been previously wearing, but it wasn't as flashy and look-at-me as the newer ones I'd seen in the Flash Museum. Stretching a few more times, I stumbled over to the table that had the costume, debating whether I wanted to actually try it on right before the door to the room slid open without a warning. I had the costume on in less than half a second before I took a step back from the door, eying the person standing there.

He was younger than I expected a Leaguer to be. Maybe 19 or 20 years old with brown hair that hung low over his mask. The mask covered his eyes but he stood in the doorway in an unsure posture. I could see the filled injection gun in his left hand. I didn't know his real name but the costume, the ring, and the symbol on his chest were unmistakable. A Green Lantern. A HUMAN Green Lantern at that. There hadn't been a human wearing that ring since my great-grandfather's time as the Flash. I took another step back as he raised the gun.

"Easy, Kid Flash. I really don't want to use this on you."

"Says the man with the injection gun already pointing at me."

"It's only a precaution. If you don't run off on me, I promise not to shoot you with another dose of speedster sedative." I put the table between him and me; not that it would stop either of us. "I swear I'm not gonna hurt you, man." Forcing myself to relax, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned my weight forward on my right leg, not realizing that I was in a classic speedster pose.

"Alright. I won't run off." He relaxed and put the injection gun on the dresser to his left.

"Good. We're getting somewhere." A few questions had been burning in my mind ever since I woke up.

"How long have I been out?"

"For about five days." My mind reeled.

"Five days!? Sedatives normally don't keep me under for five minutes!" A side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile.

"You can thank a previous Batman for that. For over two centuries, the League has had a tranquilizer specifically for knocking out speedsters. Or so they tell me. It's the only one of its kind. They use it for medical emergencies. One dose lasts about 40 hours and you've been given the shot three times in the last five days." That explained just about everything.

"Then have they figured everything out about the kidnapping? Is that why you didn't-" The Green Lantern shook his head.

"No one has any leads left. They've tried everything to locate the other speedsters on Earth, but haven't come up with anything. The only reason I haven't pumped you full of this stuff is that I'm hoping you might have a way of locating or contacting them that the League doesn't." I sat on the side of the bed as Green Lantern walked over.

"I don't. The Speed Force doesn't really work that way."

"Damn. I was afraid if that." He scratched the back of his head. "You know, if Batman finds out that I didn't put you under again, he'll have my head as a batarang." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I was told that beside being the last known speedster, you're also one of Batman's grandsons. Now, none of us are taking this situation lightly. Least of all Batman and Superman. Since the Watchtower's off limits to everyone outside the League, both of them want you kept under lock and key in Titans Tower."

"Typical. And since they know people like me go stir-crazy locked up, they wanted me out cold until this speedster-napping thing is solved. Am I right?"

"Yeah, that's basically their plan. But as you can see, I'm not really going along with that plan. If someone did get into the Tower and to you, you'd be helpless. I'd rather give you a fighting chance to defend yourself. But you're still on Tower arrest so you can't actually go anywhere." I glared at him for a moment.

"Do you really expect to stop me from leaving Titans Tower?"

"No. But when was the last time you trained as a hero?" He got me there and he knew it. "Heh...I figured. I'll make you a deal." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm listening."

"If you want, I can help you train to get your strength and agility back to real speedster standards." A smile started crawling up my face until... "On one condition. You don't leave Titans Tower for anyone or anything until I say otherwise." I could tell my expression soured by the way he was looking at me. "I'm not the only Leaguer that's assigned to watch over you, kid. I could always let Wonder Woman or Green Arrow knock you out with another dose."

"Ugh. Fine. I won't leave the Tower under any circumstance."

"Good. So, since you're only...what 2 or 3 years younger than me? I don't want to call you Kid all the time."

"My name's Nick. Nick Allen." He smiled in recognition.

"Ahhh. From the official Allen speedster line eh? Now I know why the big wigs are so adamant on protecting you. Name's Teague. Teague Johnson." We shook hands briefly before a huge grin stretched on his face. "You know, the rest of the League and even the Lantern Corps tell me that whenever a human is picked to become a Green Lantern and join the Justice League, a Flash isn't too far behind."

"Superstitious nonsense. That's what they always say about Flashes and Green Lanterns." We looked at each other for a second.

"So what's taking you so long KID Flash?" I couldn't help but give him a playful punch in the arm before getting up and walking out of the room. He followed me at a trot with that already annoying grin on his face.

I told myself that I still didn't want to be a part of the Flash legacy. What they say about Flashes and Green Lanterns is wrong. I'm only helping out temporarily as Kid Flash, then I'll be right back to my boring, mind-numbing life as a normal Central City teenager. I keep repeating that to myself over and over down the hallway; but why did it suddenly feel so right and natural to be walking down the hallway in a speedster costume with a Green Lantern at my side?

Chapter 3 End

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