What did Jack-Jack's death do to Dash?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Incredibles

7 years ago...

Dash-well dashed out of the house. He was glad to get out of that place. Ever since Violet had went off to college everything was so boring and... slow! Being a speedster, everything seemed to drag on for ages, school, traffic, his track team, his mom and dad's arguments, and even worse their silences. He just couldn't take it anymore. Screw being normal and secret identities! He needed to get out and get out now. He ran out of the house, not knowing where he was going only that he was going and fast.

Dash was moving so fast that he almost missed the flashing blue and red lights. Police cars! Yes, hero time! He ran in the direction he thought the police cars were going. He passed another set of police cars, and another, and another, and another. Hot Lightning, that was a lot of backup! He couldn't help, but send kudos to whoever was behind all this police attention.

Dash spotted a familiar looking car speeding down the highway miles in front of the police cars. He closed the distance in less than a second.

He stopped right in front of the mustard yellow mustang. The guy in the car obviously wasn't a very experienced driver because he slammed on the brakes and swerved to the right. The mustang flew, flipping right over Dash. The masked driver and Dash locked eyes. Well, it was too late to regret not suiting up. Dash smirked and ran out of the way a split second before the car landed in the space that he had just left. Score one the Dash. Score zero the Other Guy.

The guy pulled himself from the wreckage.

"That was totally wicked!" he screamed. No way.

"Trikey?" The bandit popped his gum in response. There was no mistaking it was him. Trikey's actual name was Mikey, but everyone in the neighborhood called him Trikey. It was a shout out to the tricycle that the kid used to ride around when he was younger.

"All the police in the city are tailing you. What did you do?" Dash failed to keep the admiration out of his voice.

Trikey shrugged.

"I stole my Pop's car and a few bucks."

"Why?" He still couldn't understand how such a cute little kid could turn into such a loathing teenager.

"I don't know. Haven't you ever wanted to piss your parents off and just run?"

Dash knew the feeling. He glanced at the car. Bills were flowing out of it. It was a pity all that money had to go to waste.

"I know something that would really piss my parents off," Dash grinned to himself.

He picked up some of the money, grabbed Trikey and did what he did best- dashed.

Now...

Dashiell Robert Parr zipped back to the getaway car. Hundred dollar bills leaving a trail behind him. Robbing that bank was easier than he expected. It was the third trip and not one alarm went off.

"7 and a half seconds," Trikey mumbled from under the glove compartment.

"Damn it," Dashiell said. He would have been faster if it hadn't been for the huge bags of money weighing him down. Trikey seemed to be about halfway done with the job. He thought by now Trikey would be somewhere close to done with hot wiring the car. Of course they had a solid ten minutes before anyone even realized the money was missing, but it's always good to have a cushion. Cushion or not, he just hated sitting there. Sensing his mounting anticipation, Trikey looked up from his work.

"Why don't you do a perimeter check or something?" he suggested.

Dashiell couldn't get out of there faster. He darted in and out and around and around. He didn't find anything worth taking a closer look at, so he headed back. Just as he was about to reach the car, he slammed into an invisible wall. That could only mean one thing.

"Trikey, it's nice that you've finally moved on to four wheels, but you really should buy your own," his sister said.

"And you really should work on your fight banter," Trikey shot back. As Dash rubbed his head, he whooped for his friend.

"Violet!" Dashiell yelled. It broke her concentration for just enough time for him to slip through the force field and right next to Trikey.

"Dash," she greeted him, curtly.

"That's not my name and you know it. It's Bolt now," he said. He gestured down to his costume. It was a dark navy blue with multiple bolts of lightning running down the center. "I see you still haven't dropped the old pajama suit."

Violet still wore the red spandex that Edna had tailored for her all those years ago.

"To be honest, I'm surprised you still fit it," he teased. Violet ignored him.

"I can't believe you had the balls to try something so idiotic in broad daylight. God, Dash, when are you finally going to get some brains. You're 23, it's time you start taking responsibility," she scolded him. Dashiell tuned out. Yada Yada Yada. It was the same every time. "You know, now I have to take you in."

"Like you could catch me." She threatened him with that every time she caught him stealing which was a lot. Why she took the time out of her precious day to personally track down her little brother? He didn't know.

"I meant little Trikey here."

Dashiell tried to grab Trikey quickly, but there was a force field. Dashiell cursed under his breath.

"Nice try, you little insect," Violet smirked.

"Give him to me!"

"Look, this chick, got me so-" Trikey was cut off by Violet's fist. She turned back to Dashiell.

"Now where were we?" She'd never done that before.

Dashiell backed away. He would come back to get Trikey later. He tried to run away, but backed up into another invisible wall.

"Not yet. I need to talk to you," Violet said, her voice softening into the Violet he knew. "What are you doing later today?"

He caught her drift. When in costume, they had to talk in code. She was talking about the wedding. He noticed the glimmer of desperation in her eyes. He knew this look. Back when they were kids, she would always have these crazy schemes that would supposedly fix mom and dad's marriage. It was pathetic like a kid holding on to the belief that Santa Claus still existed.

"Nothing that concerns you," he replied. He knew it was harsh, maybe even a little mean. It would've been worse if he had let her believe that there was a chance that this family was ever getting back together. For Lightning's sake, look at him! He was a villain now. Dad was getting married. It was time to move on, or else end up like Mom. Though Dashiell and his sister weren't on the best of terms, he would hate to see her holed up in a house like mom.

"Oh." That was all she said. Then she left. She had taken the money, but leftTrikey.

On second thought, crashing a wedding didn't sound so bad.

A/N: I based this chapter off of the scene in the beginning of the Incredibles with Elastigirl and Mr. Incredible .

Next chapter will have Syndrome (duhn duhn duhnnnn).