Hehe, "Scavenger Rights".
~Heart
Axel Walker, the Trickster, stared at the red and white clad boy in front of him. "Who are you?"
The boy spread his hands. "I'm Impulse! Who are you?"
"I'm the Trickster. Why are you in this warehouse?" Axel asked.
Impulse just shrugged. "I was just taking a run. What all this stuff?"
Axel pointed. "This is three hundred boxes of Twizzlers! All alone, all abandoned…"
"That's sad. Soo…no one is gonna notice if they're missing?" Impulse said, slowly.
Axel grinned. "Nope, and it'd be a pity to just leave them here. Halfsies?"
"Yeah, ok."
…
Wally watched out his back window, confused. His cousin, for the past minute had been running boxes into his backyard. Wally had considered stopping him, but it would probably be easier to get his attention when he was done.
After another minute, Bart had a pile of boxes as tall as he was, and Wally walked outside. "Bart, what are these?"
"Twizzlers!" Bart said, patting the boxes.
Wally rolled his eyes. "I can see that, but why are they in my backyard?"
"They didn't all fit into my bedroom, so can I keep them here?" Bart asked.
"…Where did you get these Twizzlers?" Wally asked, suspicious.
"From a warehouse," answered his cousin.
"Bart! You can't steal these! And you can't keep them in my yard, they'll get rained on!" Wally said.
Bart looked up. "Do you think it's gonna rain? Maybe I should get a tarp, and-"
"Were you listening? You stole these, Bart."
"I scavenged them. And they were just sitting there…." Bart excused.
Wally pulled out his phone. "I'm calling your Grandpa. He's is going to explain commerce to you."
"What's commerce?"
…
Barry Allen had received some strange phone calls in his time as the Flash. Batman had called once, wanting Barry to break him out of a prison in a secret city in the middle of a desert. Not to mention the phone call about a kid claiming to be his grandson. But this call from his nephew, saying that Bart had accidently stolen one hundred boxes of candy, was the weirdest one this month. He slowed to a stop in Wally's backyard, raising his eyebrows at the large pile of Twizzler boxes. "What on earth?"
"Well what's the point of just leaving all that stuff there?" Bart asked his cousin, apparently continuing an argument they were having.
"It's for stores, Bart! You can't just take it!"
"Well then why wasn't it in the stores?"
Wally turned to Barry and pointed at Bart. "This is yours. Fix this!"
Barry nodded. "Ok. Bart, why did you think you could take one hundred-"
"One hundred and fifty."
"-One hundred and fifty boxes of Twizzlers?"
"They were just sitting there. No one was using them or anything. So I scavenged half," Bart explained.
"Half?" Barry asked.
"Yeah, this guy called Trickster got the other half."
Wally dropped his head into his hands with a groan.
Barry cleared his throat. "Um, Bart, the Trickster is a villain. Taking half of whatever he's taking is illegal. The Twizzlers were in the warehouse until there was room for them in a store, so you technically stole them."
"…Oh. Whoops." Bart said, sheepishly, rubbing his nose.
Barry put his hand on his grandsons shoulder. "Ok, let's put these back and find the Trickster. Then you're grounded."
"What? Why?" protested Bart.
"For stealing. Heroes don't steal," said Barry.
"I didn't think I was stealing, I was just scavenging!" Bart pouted.
Wally took a step forwards. "Maybe you should cut him some slack. Growing up in a post-apocalyptic future run by supervillains couldn't have been good for his morals."
Barry considered this. "Ok, just this once. But no more scavenging food, unless it's from your own refrigerator."
Bart shifted from foot to foot. "So no taking food from other peoples bags and lockers and fridges and stuff?"
Barry narrowed his eyes. "Have you done that?"
"Nooo…."
"Did you learn how to lie in the future, too?" Wally asked.
Bart grinned.
…
What? The kid seems totally fine with stealing and then using the whole scavenger rights thing as an excuse. There was bound to be some problems at some point. Also, he's a pretty good liar. Actually he slips up a few time, but he recovers.
~Heart