"So Kid Flash - we meet again."

"I feel meet is a rather a subjective term. By saying that we are meeting again, you are implying that we exchanged greetings and pleasantries before you went about tackling me." Kid Flash shook his head, feeling slightly dizzy. "I would consider this more an ambush than a meeting."

Trickster paused in his pacing for a moment. He was never really a fan of the signature Flash banter, and hated coming up with responses to such purposefully distracting statements. But damn it, he was not about to be outwitted. By a seventeen year old. In yellow spandex.

He glanced upward at Kid Flash. " Well I would say that it was quite pleasant to finally get a hit on you, if that answers you question."

"I wasn't asking a question-"

"No matter!" Trickster shouted, continuing his pacing once again. "I have won and you have lost and I will no longer have to play your little mind games." He wiggled his fingers.

Kid Flash sighed. With Trickster it was best to go for the soft approach. The next words he spoke he tried to make as non-threatening as possible." Tricky, what's going on? Did Captain Cold kick you out of Central's Villain's Association again? Had the urge to tie me up and hang me upside down over a vat of boiling plastic because you're not on union time anymore, huh? "

"No," Trickster huffed snootily. "I quit because no one was respecting my contributions!" He said, voice growing shrill.

"We've talked about this. Personally I think it's the hat-"

"What's wrong with my hat!" Trickster screeched. "It is fashionable!"

"I'm not denying that it is."

"It is completely fashionable." Trickster mumbled to himself once again, turning to a control panel.

"Uh, Tricky, what are you doing?" The rope Kid Flash was tied to swung in circles against the steam from the vat. He was starting to get nauseous.

"Turning you into a rubber chicken." Trickster stated confidently, as if mentioning he taken a walk that afternoon.

Kid Flash frowned. "Why?" He was used to dealing with the Trickster's nonsense at this point, but even for a guy who specialized in prop comedy villainy, this was a bit out there.

"Why? More like, 'Why has no one thought of this before?"

"Because it doesn't make a lick of sense."

The jester sighed. "I don't know. My shrink says I need to channel my passions more positively." He flipped a switch and Kid Flash started to slowly be lowered into the hot goo. "Thanks for referring me to him, by the way."

Alright, enough screwing around. Being encased in plastic certainly wasn't going to do any good for anyone, nor did he want to die. Not in a joke factory he thought. I made a vow.

Faster than Trickster could react Kid Flash vibrated out of the ropes, grabbing hold of the end before he fell in the molten liquid. He scrambled to the top, swinging the entire cable like a vine. Gaining enough momentum, he let go and flew off to land beside the vat on the floor.

Trickster, never one for scheming ahead, had no real escape plan for when the very likely scenario of Kid Flash breaking free of his bindings occurred.

"All right dude, let's get this over with." Kid Flash stood up, dusting himself off.

It was there that Trickster decided on the spot that the best course of action was to run like hell and flail his limbs indiscriminately at random intervals.

"Ahhhhh!" Trickster shrieked, doing the aforementioned run/flail combo.

Kid Flash felt bad for him.

Not bad enough to refrain from kicking his ass though.

He sped forward to strike, when suddenly he was knocked back by another blur, causing him to sail into a pile of joke teeth.

He crawled his way out, picking the biting choppers off his costume as he went. "Who's your friend?" He called to Trickster irritably.

"Someone you know well." A powerful, albeit slightly annoyed voice, responded.

Kid Flash's eyes widened, and he moved back a few steps. "Oh, the Flash, back so soon I see."

Flash held a wriggling Trickster aloft by the collar. "The stakeout ended early tonight. " He was gone and returned in an instant, sans one psychotic villain. "We're close to taking down one of the biggest weapons black markets in the world."

"That's nice." Disinterest colored Kid Flash's tone. The Justice League was always on the verge of taking down the biggest this or the largest that. Nothing to break out the marching band for.

"So how have things been going here? It's nice to know that I have someone to look after the place while the League and I go on these nightly witch hunts."

Kid gestured around, not meeting Flash's eyes. "Well, as you may have noticed, everything's been fine here. Central City has been well looked after. There are no villains running amok, nor chaos in the streets, and nothing has been set alight, like you thought there would be with me in charge. And uh…yeah…everything's …everything's doing pretty good, I would say."

"Well, it's been fun talking to you but I really must be going…to save some lives. Or uh, maybe get a sandwich." He began to stroll out the door.

"Wally, don't think you're getting off that easily." Flash spoke quietly behind him.

Kid froze. "I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about. "

" The fact that you haven't stepped foot in this state, much less the city in the past few days starting to ring any bells?"

"A few."

"Alright. C'mon." Flash grabbed Kid's wrist, pulling him through the steel factory doors and out into the early morning.

"Kind of invading my personal bubble there, esteemed Uncle."

" Don't even start Wallace."

"Whoa. Parental."

The Flash's muscles tensed as he prepared to run. "I'm taking you back to the house."

"I'm disappointed in you. I hope that's clear."

"I figured that you would be." Kid Flash said nonchalantly, thumbing through a stack of envelopes on the counter. He pulled one out of the pile and held it up the quaint kitchen window, letting the moonlight illuminate the neat print. Wayne Enterprises.

He looked up at the Flash and waved the letter, grinning. "How cool is it that I get checks from the Batman now?"

Flash was unimpressed. "Just because you're on Titan payroll now doesn't mean you still don't have duties in Central. You know, your home city. That I'm letting you help protect."

"Only nights when you're running these JLA errands, when barely anyone's out anyway." Kid Flash muttered dismissively, tucking the paper into his suit. "But if it means that much to you, I won't skip again. I get it, okay, it's a big deal."

Flash just closed his eyes. "For some reason I don't think you understand." Kid Flash was rummaging through the fridge now. There is never getting anything through to this kid.

But, unfortunately, talking sense into dear Wallace had to be someone's job.

…The things he did to please his wife.

The Flash tried again. "Ignoring your responsibilities is never the right thing Wally."

"But I'm not ignoring per se. I'm more like… prioritizing." He bit into his sandwich.

"…Prioritizing." The Flash said flatly. "In what order are you putting everything in? Does it go: first, protect Jump City, second, eat Uncle Barry's lunch for tomorrow," Kid contemplated the sandwich. " Third, polish boots, and then finally fourth, maybe check in on Central, see how they're doing?"

Kid Flash didn't want to admit to anything, but yeah, pretty much that was the way it had been going down for him lately.

"Well - I wouldn't say that is my exact set of plans." Which wasn't a lie. Uncle Barry had forgot to add harboring a dangerous criminal to the list.

Not that the mighty Flash needed to be corrected on that. Some things it just best to leave him in the dark on.

Flash sighed, his annoyance dissipating with the breath. "Look, I think it's great and all that Robin has let you watch over his city, and that the two of you have begun to make up-"

"We've never not been made up. What would give you the impression that weren't, like, Bff m-dog bros?"

"Well, you haven't spoken to each other for two years; I'm sorry if I was under the crazy assumption that the both of you were in the middle of a fight." Flash glanced upward. "And do I even want to know what Bff m-dog bros stands for?"

Kid Flash waved his hand "Pshhh. I was ready to talk any time that he was." He reached up and grabbed a protein bar from the cabinet behind him. "Dude can be so stubborn sometimes though, y'know?"

"Well you did have a hand in the destruction of the first team he ever led."

Kid fiddled with the energy bar's wrapper. " It wasn't a team in the technical sense. We were just a bunch of sidekicks that the main heroes didn't want tagging along after the main JLA was formed." He huffed out and slouched.

"Come now," They had had this conversation many times before. "You were a team. More than that, you were all friends. You, Robin, Speedy and Aqualad and even Wondergirl. You've got to admit at least that training together on the Watchtower was good for all of you."

"All we did was train." He said morosely, mouth sliding to a pout of epic proportions.

"Well it was good for you. You probably still wouldn't be able to phase through matter without their help."

"Yeah…but…" The wrapper crinkled as he wound it around his fingers. "It wasn't as if we were protecting anyone up in space. No one counted on us for much."

"Noooooo…No. The League…counted on you…for stuff? And um…space was cool! It's cool to live in space these days…right?"

Kid Flash snorted. "You're such an old guy."

Flash rolled his eyes. "Still not too old enough to see through you playing the sympathy card."

Biting his lip, Kid ran his fingers through his hair sheepishly. "What gave me away?"

"You always pull out the pouting and the you left me to rot on Watchtower excuse whenever you want to distract me." Flash shrugged. "Really Wall, it's time you thought of something else to guilt me with."

"But it's so harrrrrd." Kid Flash whined, jumping up to sit on the counter. "Can't I just keep using that one and you give me a pass?"

Flash chuckled. "I don't know what's so hard about thinking." Smiling at Kid slyly, he leaned against a wall. "Although, coming from you, it's not completely surprising."

"I think about stuff." Kid protested, ducking his head.

"Like what?"

"Uh… quantum physics." He declared finally.

"Ah yes I see. Now Professor, is this before or after you think about girls and how to meet girls and anything in general pertaining to females?"

"Before, usually. Sometimes after if I didn't see anyone." Kid Flash stated thoughtfully.

"So then I take it that people of the opposite sex are on the list of priorities as well?"

"No - no way. You know I'm totally not like that anymore." He gave a little bow. "I am a gentleman now, of the highest order. Haven't you heard?"

"Sure you are. And I'm Superman and your Aunt Iris is Wonder Woman and I can go get you a top hat and we all can play pretend in the backyard on the weekend."

"I'm serious." Indeed he was. Just look at all he had not accomplished in the month he was in Jump already! He had not gone to any clubs. He not kissed any girls. He had not kissed any girls while in any clubs.

Somebody give this boy a medal - he had not done so many things in so many places!

"Sure you are Wallace."

"I am." Suddenly he was peeking around his uncle into the living room. "Hey, speaking of Aunt Iris, do you think she'd be mad if I woke her up to say hello?"

"No, she loves to see you-especially these days-but …I'm going to have to advise against it." The Flash gently led Kid back into the kitchen.

"Why?"

"Because you being away worries her a lot more then she lets on, and you not having come around for the past couple of days is making her … well, a tad bonkers."

"So I'll convince her that I just lost track of the time or something, no big deal." He started to move towards the door, but Flash blocked his path.

"Trust me, I'm doing you a favor." Flash seemed to be looking for the right words. "Let's just say your Aunt is a little … upset with you right now, and it's probably not the best idea for you to have your … confrontation while the rest of the neighborhood is sleeping."

"How upset is 'a little' ?" Kid asked.

"Well…" The Flash trailed off awkwardly. "Upset enough to want you to come back from Jump early."

Kid Flash grimaced. "She can't do that! Rob would kill me if I left his city in the lurch like that." There was also Jinx to think about. She didn't have any other place to go, and he didn't think anyonewould appreciate him causally bringing a plus one back to Central.

"I know, I told her that. But it doesn't really help your case when you disappear off the map for a few days."

Kid sighed. "That's the price to pay with super speed - everyone wants you to visit them all the time just because you can be there in two seconds flat."

The Flash continued. "I told her I would give you a stern talking to calm her down." He gestured around weakly. "And so here I'm am… talking to you…sternly. Right?"

"What, oh, huh, yeah. Very stern. You were very harsh Uncle Barry, really gave me what for! I won't ever skip out on patrol again!" Kid Flash grinned and made a thumbs up sign.

"Wally, please get out of my house."

"Alright, I'll finish patrol around here, let you get some sleep." He walked toward the back kitchen door opened it. Kid Flash turned around to face his uncle. "May the Speed Force be with you, Master He-Who-Kills-Joy."

"And also with you young He-Who-Runs-With-Idiocy."

"Right back at you He-Who-Doesn't -"

"Wally, get out."

"Yeah, so we're going to be a few more weeks." A gruff voice cracked over the communicator. "Robin told Bumble Bitch not to tell you, to keep you on your toes, but I couldn't leave you hanging like that man."

"Thanks Speedy," Kid Flash rounded a street corner, careful to keep his pace even. He couldn't talk to anyone while in hyper speed without sounding like a rabid squirrel, and finishing his beat was taking him forever.

"You sound pissed for a guy who just got a free warning." Speedy snickered. "Gives you more time to hide the pink panties and wash the mysterious stains out of the rug."

Groaning, Kid Flash stopped to lean on a streetlight post. "Don't even start with that. It's what got me into this whole mess with Rob in the first place."

"Ah yes," Speedy said with mock seriousness. "The Great Wonderpants Incident. It shall live forever in legend."

"I thought we agreed never to talk about that again." Kid paused. "Like how we agreed to never talk about what went down in Rio."

"Don't change the subject!" Speedy snapped. "I hate when you do that." After a moment he continued."Besides, I don't think anyone wants to even think about what happened in Rio."

"It's true what that say," Kid sighed wistfully. "You're not really friends with someone until you've secretly worn their underwear around for a couple of days."

A snapping sound emitted from the communicator. "Focus, KF. Stay with me."

"Oh, right." He started walking again, this time heading south. "I can't believe though that he still wouldn't trust me enough to have you guys do a surprise return inspection." He squeezed his hands into fists. "I mean, he trusts me with his city, right?"

Speedy clicked his tongue. "See, my theory is that he trusts you as a hero to y'know, save people and junk, but he doesn't trust you as a person to y'know, not have sex with people and junk."

"But I'm not like that anymore. Why doesn't anyone get that I'm a goddamn gentleman now!"

"Because up until a few months ago, if she was hot and under twenty two in the League, there'd be pretty good odds that you did something with her."

"No…Wait a minute." Kid looked upward, deep in thought. "No, that was definitely not the case."

"Let's go through the list, shall we?" From the other end of the line, Kid Flash heard the crumpling of a paper being opened.

"Aw dude, you did not make an actual list list, did you? That's creepy."

Speedy was unapologetic. "Hey, don't do the crime if you don't want people playing that "who swapped spit with who by association" game."

"How bad is it?"

"Between you and me dude…" It sounded like he was smoothing it out. "Basically everyone has kissed everyone."

"Aw man."

"I know. Aqualad was 'appalled at our conduct.'"

"Now then, let's see here." Speedy said with authority, "There's Wondergirl, Supergirl, Miss Martian, Flamebird, The Secret, Arrowette, Aquagirl, Supergirl again, random bimbos, random bimbos, third time's the charm with Supergirl huh? Apperently not, because here's some more random bimbos-"

"Okay I get it, I've been around the block a few times." Moving towards the city outskirts, Kid Flash yawned.

Speedy sighed in exhaustion. "Whoa, that almost matches my record."

"Damn," Kid snapped his fingers. " And I thought for sure I was going to get the esteemed title of JLA's biggest whore. It's right up there with Man of Steel and Latté Fetcher."

"Hey man. You did have it for a bit." There was a smugness to Speedy's tone. "I haven't been in the League for a while now."

"I hear there's still an opening for that position on the Titans."

"I know." Speedy specified. "I've already applied."

The two burst out laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the that statement. Kid could always count on Speedy to lighten up his mood, and vice versa.

After Kid Flash had picked himself up off the ground and Bumble Bee had yelled at Speedy to shut the hell up, some people acutally do sleep around here, they went on for awhile in silence. Scanning the empty streets, Kid stopped every so often to check the time. He wondered idly if Jinx was awake. She seemed to like roaming around the city at night, and he let her, only because he could use it to deflect her questions on what exactly he was doing in the wee morning hours.

"So how are things going in Jump anyway?" Speedy said finally. "You really don't have mysterious stains on the carpet and pink panties hanging from the ceiling light, do you?"

"No, of course not. I'm a changed man." The pink panties were hidden under the pull out bed, as far from his reach as Jinx could manage.

Not that he had looked for them, or anything.

"Stayed on the straight and narrow? Didn't get it on at the break of dawn?"

"Yes! I've been a good boy." Kid huffed in frustration. "Who are you supposed to be, my aunt?"

"Don't get defensive man, I'm only checking-"

"I'm not getting defensive!"

Suddenly having to slow down his breathing, Kid Flash leaned against a wall, squeezing his eyes shut.

The next words Speedy spoke were quiet.

"There's someone, isn't there?"

Thinking about the different methods of handling this (I could speak to Speedy only in Russian for the rest of my life!) and ruling that they weren't very …sane, Kid decided to go for the usual plan.

That was to say : Be very vague and non-committal, and pretend like nothing out of the ordinary was going on, even when clearly, you were wearing a lampshade on your head and that was not the case.

"Maybe," He tipped his head back, banging it against the brick.

From the other end of the phone, Speedy sighed. "Who is she this time?"

"I don't know."

"You. Don't. Know." He sighed again, louder now. "Okay. Where did you meet? The Rainbow Sparkle Bar and Grill in Imagination Town?"

"She's real!" Kid Fast spoke sharply. The streetlight above made him squint. "She just won't tell me her real name."

"So she's a stripper," Speedy proclaimed. "Being a real gentleman over there now aren't-"

"She's not a stripper, she's a … hero." Kid said after some deliberation. "Well, at least she's close enough to being one."

"Uh huh. An almost hero."

"She's getting there."

"And I presume you've been flirting with her?" Speedy asked.

"Me flirting? Utter Madness."

"You give her the roses?"

"Only a few." Kid said meekly.

"Do the smirking, 'I'm such a sexy man' maneuver?"

"What is that even, I have no idea-"

"Oh come on dude, don't deny it. I've totally seen you do it too."

"Well maybe I've been flirting with her a little, but only on a subconscious level." Kid Flash clarified.

Speedy snorted. "Some people subconsciously bite their nails, or sleepwalk. Only Kid freaking Flash could subconsciously flirt."

"It's like second nature to me. I can't help it."

"So how far is this flirtation with being thrown off the team going exactly?"

"Well…"

"Come on spit it out." Speedy made his voice high and girlish. "Tell me now, I want details!"

"I think I might love her." Kid Flash confessed matter-of-factly. Maybe he really did. Wow. This was new.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. Jus- Just whoa. Hold on." The speedster waited patiently as his friend seemed to walk and open up a cabinet. He heard a cork pop, and liquid being poured into a glass. "Okay, I'm back. Sorry, wasn't expecting the L-bomb to be dropped. Had to go collect myself."

"Now," The archer started up again. "You say you love this chick? Were still talking about the one whose name you don't know, right?"

"Yeah, there's just something about her." He sank to the ground, back still up against the wall. "I think she's different then all the rest of those other girls."

"Different." Smacking his lips, Speedy took another gulp.

"Yeah." Kid sounded dreamy. "Out of my usual zone. She's feisty. I kind of like it."

" KF, KF, KF, KF, why I'm I so surprised, because this is such classic KF!" Speedy harrumphed. "Has the list taught you nothing!"

"What?" Kid Flash was confused

"You always fall hard for a girl you barely know!" He took another swig of his drink. "And then, when you're bored, you'll leave her crying and clutching a Flash t-shirt, ready to have the cycle start again."

"But Speedy, that was before I became a gentleman. I'm better with that now." He shrugged. "And don't tell me that you haven't enjoyed all the rebound action you get every time that happens."

"While I will admit that chicks can't seem to tell two redheads apart from one another if they were getting paid to," Well there was no denying that. " I- I can't believe I'm actually saying this but- " Taking a deep breath, Speedy thickened his resolve. " I think it's shitty of you to break Rob's trust like that, even if he never actually trusted you in the first place. So like, his phantom trust."

"But wait-" A hissing sound erupted from Kid Flash's communicator, and it took him a second to realize that that static, snake-on-fire sound was coming from Speedy's face.

More hissing. "God, it physically pained me to tell someone that I disapproved of them having sex." Kid heard his teeth clench. "There's a burning in my soul-what the hell is that?"

"I think it's your moral reasoning starting to grow in."

"Is it like this for everyone? No wonder so many heroes are so uptight."

"But wait a minute here," Laying down on the ground, Kid Flash held the communicator aloft. "Technically Rob's alleged trust was not broken."

"It still counts if she only gave you a blow job."

"No man - I mean that I haven't even kissed her yet." Sighing dramatically, Kid put a hand over his forehead. "The fair maiden scorns my advances."

Speedy took another sip. "And how long have you know this girl?"

"It feels like my whole life."

"Okay, so about a month, give or take. Hold on a sec," There was more sloshing noises from the other end of the line. One could only hope that Speedy was drinking soda, though it was unlikely by the turn the conversation had taken.. "Alright. KF, I think I know why this chick is special."

"Because she's awesome and funny and kicks some serious ass?"

"Oh, so that's it! I knew it!" It sounded like Speedy was smirking.

"What?"

"She kicked your ass." The archer was smug.

"Only in the loosest of terms. Metaphorically."

"She wiped the fucking Wal-Mart bathroom floor with you, didn't she?"

"Not that I'm ever going to admit that happened because it did not-"

"So then that's what's keeping your attention! She's playing hard to get. You haven't even seem the inside of her closet, let alone her pants."

Kid kept quiet. Now was not the time to bring up said female's living arrangements at the moment.

… No matter how many props he would get.

The archer continued. "So then KF, let's by hypothetical here. Say you do - miracle of miracles - get this girl to like you. What happens when Rob - because he's like a spiky haired Big Brother, everywhere you turn, even in the shower, he's there- finds out about it? Is she really worth breaking his non-existent trust- your promise to not to get distracted- and getting terminated from the team for?"

"First of all," Kid Flash stood back up. "How can I break his trust if I don't have it in the first place? And second of all, I think this one really is different than the rest. And I'm not just saying that this time."

Speedy groaned. "Okay man, I was trying to be classy but it's just going straight over your head." He seemed weary. "Is she bangable?"

"What?-ugh-why? Why the hell is that even an issue?" Kid Flash exclaimed.

"So she isn't hot? This is not fucking amateur hour KF. If you're going down, at least go down with a smile on your face! There's only so long you can pull this kind of crap before Robin comes back and puts the kibosh on anything that doesn't involve paperwork and glaring off into the night, and what are you doing? Hanging out with Jump's Crazy Bag Lady Coalition that's what- "

"No dude, she's totally hot."

"For real? This isn't like that time when you said she was hot when in reality her skin was green? Because I seriously cannot swing for that-"

"No, she's like one of those dancer types. Very pretty."

"Well, I guess that at least makes things a little better."

Kid Flash wandered past a bank, checking the giant clock face on the front. It was close to four in the morning. " I think it's almost time for me to go back to Jump."

"Alright then. I should probably think about sleeping too."

"But it's almost five where you are, wouldn't it be easier just to stay up?"

"Eh," Speedy threw his glass in the sink. "It pisses off Bumble Bee and Aqualad when I sleep through the day. I would call that a win/win situation."

"Sweet dreams then."

"Wait," Clearing his throat, Speedy opened a door with a whoosh. "Word of advice. No matter how hot she is, try and not have your jackass tendencies and thrill of the chase overpower your friendship with Rob. I like the two of you talking again, and I like you on the team." Another door opened. "It's boring around here without you to lighten up the place man. I can only do so much."

"Will do. You should start a column, by the way. Over Arching Advice for Life, you could call it."

"I'm being real here. Don't screw this up for a girl you're going to leave and forget when she finally gives in to you." He grunted in pain. "There it is again! Stupid morals."

"Thanks for the warning, but with this one … I don't think it's going to be necessary."

"I don't like that tone of voice, Flash. You sound kooky and like you're not listening to a thing I'm saying."

"I'm not."

"Screw you man." Speedy shook his head at Kid Flash's laughter, hanging up.

Somewhere far off, a woman flashed a twisted smile, clicking off hercommunicator. Or Hotspot's, that was.

The streets of Jump City were quiet. Kid Flash sped through them with ease, glad to not have to be dodging the usual gridlock that clogged the roads.

He thought about doing one more quick patrol, but decided against it. What kind of nut job does villainy at four a.m.?

Swinging down a side alley, he bounded up a fire escape, counting out four floors before he reached his. He tried the window which he swore he had left open, only to find that it was shut and locked. Jinx must have closed it.

Which was weird, because his air conditioner had mysteriously disappeared a couple of weeks ago (right around the time Jinx showed up, now that you mention it) and it must be as hot as hell in that apartment, but he wasn't about to question her judgment.

Maybe she enjoyed the sensation of being on fire, whatever.

Kid Flash ended up vibrating and phasing through the wall into the living room. Not that the heat bothered him anyway. His body automatically regulated his temperature so he wouldn't die of heat stroke or overexertion when running around at mach-five, but it worked for steamy summer nights as well.

Also, seeing Jinx sprawled across the pull out bed, hair down, asleep in nothing but a bra and short shorts helped.

A lot.

He stood there staring for what seemed like a second, but was in actuality ten minutes, before darting back to his room.

Yep. Totally not like those other girls.

A/N: Long chapter is long. This was way harder than I thought it was going to be. Usually I write for characters who going on long, rambling inner monologues on angsty nonsense, and work through their problems that way. Not Kid Flash. He strikes me as the kind of guy that has to talk through everything, and doesn't really have the type of patience or self-depreciation skills needed to be that introspective.

Which basically led me to write this almost all dialogue monster. Seriously, I feel like the subtitle for this thing should be You trying coming up with twenty different ways to say Kid Flash's name. Was not the cake walk I thought it would be.

And for those who aren't as well versed in the comics:

Wally West was a serious womanizer back in the day. Don't knock me, it's canon. The team Barry and Wally talk about with Robin and Speedy and everyone is a nod to the original Teen Titans. The Titans in the cartoon are actually called The New Teen Titans. For the purposes of this story (I.E. my own interpertation) the first team basically was forced to stay at the Justice League's base Watchtower (which really is in outer space in main D.C. lore) while their mentors went out to save the world and have fun without them. Then the Great Wonderpants Incident went down, Robin had a huge fight with KF, and it ended with the team apart and on bad terms.

Robin started the New Titans we all love soon afterward. Meanwhile, KF fooled around with a bunch of girls on Watchtower with Speedy before his uncle -The Flash- had had enough and brought him back to Central City to watch out for him there.

Next up: Car theft!