Flash sat nervously in the Watchtower. Of course Batman would find out his age. But he wouldn't let that stop him from fighting crime would he? Night wing was younger when he started. Granted he was older than he was currently and had more experience but speedster time was a lot different than regular time. He was so focused on the talk that lay ahead, he didn't even register people saying hello to him. Not even the all mighty blue Boy Scout. Though Flash would never admit it, a real boy scout was better. He should know. His Uncle thought it would be great if he was a boy scout. He was currently working toward his Eagle Scout. But he would take that to his grave. With only Batman and a few Bat "approved" people knowing. Because now that Bats knew him, there was nothing he could really hide.

When Batman walked up to him about halfway (or what felt like halfway) through the day (?) he was ready to get it over with. He was led to a private room where he and the big bad bat were going to talk about his little secret from the team. Inside the room were two chairs. One for the interrogator, one for the interrogated. He sat in one and Batman sat in the other.

"How long?" he asked. Flash knew what he meant.

"Ever since the previous Flash died. I've had my powers for four years now. I started being Kid Flash three years ago. Barry died a year and a half ago. I've been Flash ever since."

"You were fifteen when you took the mantle," he said. Flash nodded.

"I knew less than he did do I had to wing a lot of it. I called Jay to see how much he could help me with my powers. Funny. I always wanted to vibrate my molecules through solid objects for my uncle. I wasn't able to do that until he had been gone for six months," he said darkly. Batman said nothing.

"So what now?"

"Now you start staying out of bars," he said seriously. Flash gave a playful smile.

"I wanted to experiment. Not to mention what would I have told GL? 'Sorry, can't come. I'm not even old enough to have a smoke,' and then run off like it's nothing?"

"No. But if I see you in a bar again West, you will be under Bat arrest."

Flash felt a chill go down his spine. Being stalked by a bat and his gadgets was not how he wanted to live his life.

"Don't worry. I don't really care for alcohol. It doesn't really mix well with being a speedster. One minute you're sober, the next you're drunk out of your mind and then there is the worst hangover. All in thirty minutes. I'll pass."

Batman closed his eyes and told himself that he was still a minor.

"I won't tell," he said bluntly.

Flash looked up in shock, "Why?"

"Worrying about your age would be a distraction to the league. You are capable and I will not be risking people's safety because they know that one person is still a minor and being a hero at the same time. Nothing changes about you. It would be them changing. Though I suggest you tell the founders."

"And why should I?" Flash asked defiantly.

"J'onn's a mind reader. Superman has super hearing. Hawk girl has honed hearing. Wonder Woman has her lasso of truth. And if John gets you drunk again, there isn't much you can do about hiding your age."

Wally took this all in.

"Naw. They'd baby me the most. Really though, who cares if I'm seventeen?"

Outside the door.

Clark stops. Did he hear that right? He listens closer.

"Lantern would. The League in general. It's hard enough with Captain Marvel. He's the youngest but he can also turn into an adult. You however are only seventeen," said a voice that sounded like Batman.

"Whatever. I've helped save the world on numerous occasions. I don't plan on telling them. And if they were to find out what are they going to do? Tell my parents? They are six feet under for crying out loud," said a voice that sounded like Flash, "I mean, what would they really do? Convince you or Superman to adopt me and watch over me till I graduate? I don't think so."

"Careful what you say. You never know who's listening," said Batman ominously. Superman realized it wasn't a good idea to stay so he zipped down the hall quickly. He almost crashed into John if John hadn't stopped him with his ring.

"Whoa. Where's the fire?" John asked.

"John… did you… wait no you probably don't," he said. John cocked a brow.

"Did I what?"

"Did you know Wally was an orphan? That he was a minor when the league started? That he still is a minor?" he more stated than asked. John lost focus in his ring and the green light around Superman disappeared.

"What? Flash maybe irresponsible but he is not…"

"He is seventeen. Batman was talking to him about it," he said frantically.

-.-

"So the worst person to tell would be…?"

"Superman."

"I would thing the guy who could roast you with his eyes would be the person you'd want to tell," Flash joked.

"He can't keep his mouth shut. Especially if it involves the "safety" of a league member. And he blows things out of proportion. If you tell anyone, start with J'onn."

"John or J'onn?"

"The Martian," he growled between his teeth. Wally laughed seeing how he could make him angry. He was still a kid. But here it was at heart. On earth he just a kid. And he was fine with that.

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