Wally sighed and fidgeted with his annoying suit. Really, was this strictly necessary? His sister-lucky dog-got to visit Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry, but no, he was stuck going to this stupid dinner party thing. Of course, Suzie had also narrowly missed a bad fate, but luckily for her, their grandparents were out of town. His mother preferred their grandparents over Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris. They had slightly varying opinions on various subjects.

He stood around awkwardly. The suit was literally one of the most uncomfortable things he'd ever worn. And he had been subject to some pretty uncomfortable things-most notably his Flash suit, which was all spandex and was extremely tight. This suit wasn't quite on that level, but it was getting pretty close.

As he sighed and fidgeted, his father looked over at him with something that looked vaguely like concern in his eyes. "Stop fidgeting, Wally." Wally scowled. "Why am I here anyways?" He was aware he was whining, but at the moment he didn't particularly care.

His mother sighed. They'd had this conversation before, although she'd never really answered. "Because. Look, there's two kids over there. Why don't you go talk to them?" She was aware that she had just casually referred to the wards of perhaps the two richest people there (and there were some pretty rich people at this particular dinner party) as "kids", but Wally would probably see them as stuck-up if she didn't disguise her reverence. Really, he was such a strange child.

Wally scowled again but complied. Who knows, they might have something interesting to talk about. As if. Everybody here was rich, and whoever these were, they were probably stuck up and snobby. He walked over to the two boys, both looking extremely bored, and said, "Hi."

They both looked at him, sizing him up, probably. Finally, the one with black hair and icy blue eyes decided to talk. "Hi." He replied. The other one, with perfectly combed red hair and green eyes, repeated the other's sentiment.

Wally, trying to be friendly, asked, "So, what are your names?" The black-haired one was once again the first to speak. "I'm Dick." The orange-haired one only grunted and said "Roy." Wally faltered a little, as neither was even making an attempt to be friendly, but continued, with a smile, "Boring, huh? This thing is so uncomfortable." He tugged at the suit.

Dick finally seemed to break from his indifference. He smiled. "Yeah. Not as bad as some things I've worn, but pretty bad. I have to go to these things all the time." Wally smiled enthusiastically, glad to have finally garnered a good response, and replied, "Yeah. Suits suck." He scrunched up his face in sympathy. "You do? I don't really have to go that often. Usually my parents just leave me at my uncle's. Not that I mind. Why do you have to go? Don't your parents have anyplace better they can leave you?"

Dick suddenly looked rather sad. "I'm here with my ward." He nodded at an important-looking man who was sitting stonily while the women around him talked. "My parents died a long time ago."

Roy looked at Dick curiously. "Really? Me too." Wally looked remorseful at bringing up the subject to these two boys. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" Dick laughed. "That's okay. I'm mostly over it anyways." There was a hidden sadness in his eyes, though, that said otherwise. Roy looked a bit sad too.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, and Wally began to fidget again, wishing he could go run somewhere. "Sooo.." Finally, able to think of nothing else to talk about, he turned to Roy. "Who is your ward?"

Roy smiled happily. "Olly Queen, right over there." He pointed to a blond-haired man, who, like Dick's ward, was surrounded by women. Unlike Dick's ward, he was talking animatedly with all of them. Wally recognized the name from somewhere. The knowledge was coming back from somewhere...wait. That was strange. Hadn't Uncle Barry talked about an Ollie once? But if he was here, didn't that mean he was really rich? Something was off...

Well, one way to find out. "What does he do?" Most of the people here were famous for one thing or another. Roy answered, as if it were nothing at all, "He's mayor of Star City."

Star City! Wally knew Star City! Star City was Green Arrow's place. It was a long way from here, though...quite a ways to travel for a dinner party. Although there was quite a bit of important people here, maybe it was just one of those things you had to visit if you were important. But Wally could swear he knew the name from somewhere else too. Just when had Barry mentioned that again? He'd have to go ask after this thing was over.

Wally's rapid thought process was overlooked by the other two, as it took only a few seconds. Dick said, "Cool." It sounded almost sarcastic. Roy looked at Wally. "I know why you're here." He said to Dick, "But why are you here?" He asked Wally.

Wally frowned. "My parents are doing something or other. They're both big lawyers. I personally couldn't care less." H smiled again, and this time, Roy smiled back.

Wally remembered Roy's comment. Strange.. "Who's your ward?" He asked Dick. Dick smiled too. "Bruce Wayne." Wally recognized the name and looked at Dick with new respect. Then he decided to ask Roy another question. "How'd you know that?" He asked Roy.

Roy looked slightly bored. "We always run into each other at these things." Wally nodded. "Cool."

They sat in silence again. Wally stared off, really wishing now that thing would just be over so he could run off some excess energy. Bo-ring... Finally, his mother came over. "Come on, Wally. Mr. Wayne is going to make a speech."

Wally perked up at the name of his kind-of friend's ward. He smiled at Dick, who was also walking towards the seats, before walking back to them himself.

Wally completely zoned out after about three sentences. Finally, bored out of his mind, he asked his father, "Dad, can I go to the bathroom?" His dad frowned but nodded. Wally smiled, relieved, and walked in towards the bathrooms. His father had pointed them out earlier.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally looked around furtively before darting off. He wanted to ask his uncle about Oliver Queen while he could possibly put the information to use. Within seconds, he arrived at his uncle's house, before realizing something. His sister was in there! This was gonna take some careful maneuvering. He peeked in the window, to see his uncle talking to his sister animatedly. Great. Well, he go could in and tap his uncle's shoulder or something..Wait, where was Aunt Iris? Wally darted over to the kitchen and saw her preparing a pitcher of lemonade. He smiled, and proceeded to vibrate through the wall.

Aunt Iris started violently when she turned around to see him standing there. "Goodness!" From the other room, Uncle Barry said, "What was that, Iris?" Iris called back, "Nothing!" More quietly, she said to Wally, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at that dreary meeting?" Wally nodded, and whispered, "I need to talk to Uncle Barry. Tell to meet me outside." Aunt Iris asked no more questions as he disappeared again.

Wally smiled as Aunt Iris quickly told his uncle about his request. Uncle Barry made his own excuses, probably going with the bathroom, and seconds later he was in front of Wally, Flash costume on. He looked worried. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Wally explained, and Uncle Barry looked slightly amused. "You came all the way over here for that?" Wally nodded. "I was bored!" He explained. Uncle Barry sighed. "I'm afraid that information is confidential. He's an old friend." He got a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm sure you can figure it out, given enough time."

Wally pouted, but he didn't have much longer before his parents started getting suspicious. He sprinted back to the party, arrived casually from the direction of the bathrooms. He decided that suits were killer to run in. At least his Flash costume didn't itch.

He spent the rest of the long, boring speech thinking. He'd barely missed a fraction of it, and inwardly, he wished he'd spent more time away, even if it did raise suspicions. He listed in his head all he knew about Oliver Queen. He was mayor of Star City, where Green Arrow worked. He had a ward named Roy. Uncle Barry knew him somehow, which didn't make sense, because Oliver Queen was a billionaire and Uncle Barry was a forensic scientist/superhero. Unless it was something to do with superhero business? But no, that didn't make sense either! What would someone like Oliver Queen have to do with a superhero?

Unless.. Wally sneaked a glance at the man who seemed to actually be paying attention to the extremely boring speech. He didn't look like a superhero. Although Green Arrow did have the same blond hair.

That was it! Wally's mouth formed a perfect O of surprise as he realized he'd just figured out a superhero's secret identity. That was a lot easier than it should be. Wally frowned in thought, hoping his own secret identity was better protected. Although he did have quite a few clues, when you thought about it. More than most people would have. But not really...

Wally glanced over at Oliver Queen again. He wanted to talk to him, but it would be a kinda strange conversation, and he doubted Green Arrow would appreciate having his secret identity outed. Especially by a kid. Even if he told him that he was Kid Flash.

Wally noticed Roy, and it got him thinking again. Did he know? Probably. He could ask, but then if he didn't know, then he would know, and that would be bad. That would be very very bad. So he put the thought of having an actually interesting conversation out of his mind and went back to thinking about Green Arrow.

He'd met him once. Uncle Barry had taken him to the Justice League satellite once, just to make sure he knew most of the superheroes on duty. At the time, he hadn't really been interested in the man. There'd been several other kids, superheroes themselves, of course, including Green Arrow's own sidekick Speedy.

Speedy! Who was Speedy if Green Arrow was Oliver Queen? Of course it had to be someone with close ties to him, but who did a billionaire have ties with? Other than Roy, Wally couldn't think of anyone, unless he had other relatives, like a nephew or something..

Oh. Duh. Well, that was certainly stupid of him. Humph. Looking over at his friend, Wally couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out sooner. Now, if they could just get away from Dick, they could probably have an interesting conversation, although about exactly what Wally wasn't sure. It had been rather awkward in the satellite, shuffling his feet and saying stuff like, "So..um..knock many criminals out lately?" Wally failed to see how this could be any better.

Wally wondered about Dick. Wouldn't it be funny if all three of them were superheroes? Nah, probably not. Besides, there was a limited amount of young superheroes. The only ones he'd met on that trip were Speedy, Aqualad, Wondergirl, and Robin. Dick certainly wasn't Aqualad or Wondergirl-first of all, he looked nothing like Aqualad, and second of all, he wasn't a girl-and how likely was it that he was Robin? Though he did look a lot like him.

Wally decided that Dick wasn't Robin. But what if he was? Wally thought about the possibilities of this and realized there weren't many. Like with Roy, it's not like it would offer any spectacular conversation opportunities. Even so.. Wally tried to think of the kind of questions he could ask Dick without appearing suspicious. After all, there couldn't be that many people who looked that much like Robin, and besides, if there was two superheroes here, why not more? Well, three actually.

Bruce Wayne finally ended his speech, to Wally's great relief. The buffet was now open, and it didn't take Wally very long to start taking advantage of it. He piled his plate high and then sat down to eat. Eating was one of the few times he couldn't resist using his superspeed a bit.

Although he had been the first in line for food, pretty soon Roy joined him. Dick was still waiting for his food. Roy watched in amusement as Wally attacked his food ravenously. "Hungry much?" He asked.

Wally smiled cheekily and decided it was as good a time as ever. Looking around to make sure no one was listening in, he winked and said, "Kinda comes with being a Flash." He watched the astonished look on Roy's face with distinct pleasure. He never knew revealing himself would be so fun. He'd never gotten the chance/had to before.

"You're Kid Flash?" Roy asked incredulously. Wally nodded. "Yep. Hi, Speedy!" Roy/Speedy threw him a dirty look. "I'm not even gonna ask." He humphed. Wally's grin threatened to split his face, until, of course, he remembered he still had food on his plate. That was melodramatic thought Wally.

He went back for seconds a minute later. Dick passed him on the way from getting his own plate of food. "He certainly seems to eat a lot." He commented to Roy. Roy smiled and nodded. Dick looked thoughtful. "Doesn't show it much, though..." Roy didn't respond, and the two boys were silent as they ate.
Wally returned before they had actually eaten that much. His plate was, once again, piled high. He smiled brightly at the other boys. "Hi!" After finishing off his own plate again (which he managed to do before either of the other boys, despite the fact that he had more food then them in the first place and he had started after them) he grinned confidently at Roy and proceeded to try to figure out if Dick was Robin. He didn't actually think so, but hey, why not?

He began with, "What school do you go to?" It wasn't particularly relevant, but again, why not? Dick looked at him strangely. "Broome. It's a private school. Why?" Wally grinned impishly. "I'm bored and I couldn't think of anything else."

Silence descended again. Wally tried to think of good questions while the other two ate. He couldn't be too obvious. And what confirmed someone was a superhero, anyways? Lots of evidence, but how exactly was he supposed to ask? "I'm sorry, Dick, but are your Robin?" No way.

Wally was also curious as to why he cared. Maybe it was just overconfidence or something about finding out about Speedy. Or something like that.

Or...there was another way to go about this. He could just spy on him, or ask Uncle Barry. Well, he kinda wanted to figure this out on his own, and plus, he doubted his uncle would tell him anyways. Trying (and failing) one last time to think of any good questions, Wally resolved to spy on Dick later. It couldn't be that hard to find a billionaire's house.

The rest of the evening passed relatively quickly. For the most part, all three boys were silent, really not able to think of a good topic for conversation. Wally was a hundred miles away and neither of the other boys were the most talkative sorts in the first place. The fact that they barely knew each other despite having met various times served as testimony to this.

Finally, with one last (thankfully short) speech from Bruce Wayne, the evening was over. Wally grinned, glad at the prospect of getting out of this suit and possibly going to do some spying. His mother and father, who he'd barely talked to all evening (not that that was unusual in the least) took him back to the car and they drove home.

It had been a good evening, even if the suit was uncomfortable.

Okay, so I'm kinda done. I say 'kinda' because I might get more inspiration for this, I did sort of leave a loose end there with the prospect of spying, it wasn't really a conclusion, if anyone has any more ideas I'd be glad to run with them, and finally, I'm doing an alternate version. It's gonna be Origins: Kid Flash II (real creative, huh?) and should be up...sometime. I'm not really sure. It was (will be?) inspired by Astrum Ululatum's Photo Box.

Another thing. If you want to see this from a different perspective, check out Origins: Robin. I might eventually write it yet again from Speedy's perspective, but I don't have that story up yet. I just like the idea behind this particular chapter, for some reason. Don't know why.