John sat alone in his Watchtower room. He had some thinking to do.
"Are you sure you heard them right?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes. They were talking about Flash being only seventeen. I overheard by accident and continued to listen to confirm it. I can't believe there is someone that young in the league."
"Captain Marvel," John said.
"Yeah but he has someone to watch him when he's a kid. And he goes into battle as Shazam's chosen. He looks like an adult. And he's extremely durable in that form. And he loves fighting with others. Flash likes people… but he seems to want to do it alone. He is stubborn to."
"Yeah but that's just how a… kid acts," said John. He never realized how much of his behavior was his age.
"Clark, I don't think Flash wanted us to know. So… keep quiet for now."
"But the other founders need to know," he said sternly.
"Clark. I need to think. And I don't think gossip about Flash's age would be too good for people to focus on work," he said just trying to get Superman, the big blue gossiping boy scout, to keep quiet.
"Alright. But we need to tell the other founders. He's too young to be out there."
Flash had always been good at his job. But… a minor. And no parents. The Flash that he knew seemed to disappear in his mind. Suddenly all he saw was a kid with a Flash shirt on. One with no distinguishing features other than his bright smile. He didn't know how to go about the situation. He knew nothing would've changed if he didn't know. He silently cursed Clark for telling him. But he also thanked Clark. He really knew nothing of his scarlet friend who protected the innocents of Central City. But something didn't add up.
He knew of a scarlet speedster of a few years ago. The current Flash would've been too small. Who was that other Flash? His dad? He didn't know. He didn't even really think about how different the two Flashes were. The one before the one that was in the league, he was more serious. He was very protective. He even introduced him to his sidekick Kid Flash.
John felt something unsettling in his stomach. His Flash was that kid. A spunky red haired and green eyed child with too much energy. Compared to how he acted then, their Flash was very mellow. As shocking as that idea was.
"GL, what brings you to Central?" asked a bright voice. John landed next to a man dressed in Scarlet. Next to him was a very twitchy and energetic kid. He was wearing spandex like the Flash but his top was a bright yellow and his lower part of his body was a bright red. Fiery red hair was blown back and kept back by a pair of red goggles on his costume. He had a larger than life smile on his face.
"Heard rumors of Sinestro being here. I figured I could flush him out," he said talking to the elder. The kid wasn't paying attention and looked really spastic. His eyes darted around feverishly.
"Come on Flash let's do something," the kid whined extremely fast. Flash laughed and grabbed the kid in a head lock.
"GL, this is Kid Flash. Kid Flash, this is John of the Green Lantern Corps."
The kid looked up at him for the first time.
"I like your eyes. They're cool," he said on an impulse. Flash laughed.
He didn't think that squirrely kid was their Flash. The one that had run into speed force. He broke out into a light cold sweat. He knew he was young but to throw away that much of his life? He was more of a hero than people knew. But what gnawed at him was that he had no parent. No guardian. No one to call if he got hurt. He only had the league. He was the league's kid. John felt he should do something. But what could he do? It's not like he could find out who he was and adopt him.
…Or could he? Wally was still a minor. He needed someone to watch over him and his impulsive ways. And he was in the Justice League. It wouldn't be too hard to find out who the great scarlet speedster was.
"A seventeen year old red head with green eyes that is most likely living in an orphanage. How many of those can there be?" he said to himself standing up. He walked over to his computer to look for his elusive friend.
Hours later
Six hours of searching with two of those talking to Shayera about various things and he had found him. Granted he was the first kid that he found in Central with the qualifications but he was a science wiz. He didn't see that one coming. He spent time after that to look for other possible matches. But none were even close to his squirrely friend. Some were a lot bigger than Flash. Some were a lot smaller. There were five people that could've been, and two of them were girls. And he knew for a fact Flash was not a girl. So that left one kid. A Wally West. Parents killed when he was nine. Adopted when he was ten. His Uncle died when he was fifteen. His Aunt died about a year later. He was sent to the Central City orphanage. He looked over his account. He was going to be a senior this year.
He smiled at the thought. But he gathered together different bits of paper work to prepare what he was going to do. Wally wasn't going to be alone anymore. Not if he could help it. Once he was organized, he walked down to the Zeta beams.
"One to Central City," he said. He felt his molecules being separated and put back together as he was sent to Central city. He put in a pair of colored contacts and began walking toward his destination.
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