"What happened? Are you hurt?" Kid Flash ducked under a wall of flying icicles and crouched beside the Flash, who had not moved in the last minute.

"My foot got stuck, but I'm fine," Flash gave an embarrassed smile, "And I needed you over here anyway. I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to go vibrate through that ice wall."

"But, you know what happens when-"

"That's what I need right now."

Kid Flash wasn't so sure about doing it, blowing up an ice wall would send sharp shards as dangerous as broken glass everywhere, but she knew that Flash must have a plan that needed it.

"It's going to be all right, kid. Just vibrate through and find cover. I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay," Kid Flash swallowed and peeked around the car. The ice wall sealing off the bank was a few yards away, not a hard run, and Snart was facing the other way to argue with Golden Glider so he wouldn't be a problem.

"You can do this, kid," Berry put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.

Kid Flash turned around and zapped off. She bolted across the street, vibrating at that frequency that always made her nervous, and went right through the wall. She grabbed three civilians and dove behind the tellers desk. She heard the ice explode and peeked over the desk the moment the shards stopped flying.

She saw Flash outside, standing over a tied up brother and sister duo and grinning at the officers suddenly swarming the area. It looked like she was making terrible puns and jokes, if the laughter from the officers was anything to go by. But she wasn't standing right. She looked like she was leaning all of her weight on her left leg. She never did that.

Kid Flash scowled and dashed over to her mentor's side.

"See you guys later," Flash slung an arm around Kid Flash's shoulders and turned them away, "Tell you what, KF, I'll race you to the closest burger joint to celebrate beating these two losers again. Ready?"

"You're hurt," she wasn't going to be distracted, no matter how hungry she was, "You told me you were fine!"

"I am fine," Flash continued to smile, "It's just a sprain. Let's get something to eat."

"Don't you have to put that on ice?"

"Later. I think a burger would do a ton more to make me feel better right now," Flash started walking with the slightest bit of a limp, "Come on. First one there gets two milkshakes."

"But-" Flash was already heading down the street. Wally rushed after her.

Arriving at the burger joint, there was no fuss about Flash and her sidekick sitting down at the table, even if their was a steady stream of eager kids and bashful adults coming over to ask for autographs and pictures until their food came.

"You shouldn't run on a sprain," Kid Flash scowled over the three milkshakes, four burgers and a mountain of french fries, "You keep telling me that!"

"Don't worry about it," Flash insisted, "It's not the first time I've got a sprain, so I know it is a very light sprain I don't have to worry about. I have the experience to know how hard I can go before I start hurting myself. It is okay."

"I don't think the league would agree," Kid Flash ducked down from Flash's glare, knowing that was the thinnest ice to step on, "Just saying."

"Probably not," Flash shrugged, "So, how is school going? Do you need more help with anything?"

"It's good," Kid Flash kept looking down at her food.

Flash sighed, "As soon as we finish here, I'll go home and ice it, okay?"

Kid Flash nodded and set about eagerly inhaling the food on her plate, content for now. Flash didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, doing her normal shtick of chatting with everyone around and listening to kids tell made up stories about their own heroics. It wasn't long before Kid Flash was waiting impatiently for the last kid to just stop talking.

"We have important things we need to get to, Flash!" that eventually did the trick. Flash almost reluctantly let herself be dragged out of the burger joint and then limped home with the tiniest roll of her eyes, then meandered about the house to do some chores for a full fifteen minutes, before she finally stopped to ice her injury.

"It's really nothing, Wally," Berry pulled back her cowl as she started going through work papers, having nothing else to do while her swelling ankle was being treated.

"Yeah, nothing," Wally turned away, wondering why she felt more awful about this than Berry did, "It's always nothing."

End