Wally sat in his room eating his eighteenth meal of the day. Fourteen ham sandwiches and two liters of pop. He was unaware of what was happening in the main office.

"You want to adopt Wally?" asked Mrs. Hanick. John nodded his head.

"I've known Wally for years. I didn't know he was here though," he said honestly. The woman looked over his paper work.

"Well everything seems to be in order… Are you sure Wally wants this?" she asked. John clenched his jaw.

"This is something he needs," he said mutually. She just nodded.

"He's in room on the top floor. Third on the right," she said. John prepared his ring. Flash could be a handful at times. He was glad the contacts were hiding his now green eyes. He walked up the stairs to Flash's… Wally's room and quickly opened it.

Sitting on the bed was a red haired teen with a confused expression on his face. A physics book in his lap and a sucker in his mouth. Bright green eyes stared at him intently. Innocent eyes.

"Uh… hello. Can I help you?" he asked. The undertone had Flash's spark and energy. But he was still so different. John sat down next to him.

"Fl… Wally. I'm here to adopt you."

Wally's face froze. For a minute John was wondering if he had heard him. Then the kid stood up, and bolted (at human speed) toward the door. But he fell when something grabbed his leg. Green light.

He looked up at John. Fear accented his features. He shook a little and looked back at his feet.

"You're Green Lantern?" he asked. He nodded.

"This is about the underage drinking thing isn't it?" he asked. John gave him a look. Then he cursed himself. He had given Flash a beer. Flash was a minor.

"No. But we will talk about that later Wally."

He grabbed Wally's wrist and pulled him off the ground.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"I'm seventeen. In a year I'll be an adult. You should adopt one of the little kids," he said. He did this to anyone who wanted to "adopt" him. He remembered Lex Luthor coming to "adopt" him. That was an insanely strange ride. He was glad that Betty had seen what a disaster that would've been. Otherwise it would be hard to explain to the league why he knew everything Luthor was doing while not trying to be a speedster in a high tech security lab.

"Calm down Wally. Not one of us will be alone. Everyone has someone to watch over them," he said.

-.-

Shayera walked around the Watchtower with a slightly puzzled look on her face. John wasn't very focused when he was talking to her. His mind kept wandering back to adoption. Something they did on Earth apparently. Where a kid who loses its parents is taken in by another. It was unlike her home. When she was born, she was on her own. If you had someone watching you it was a teacher. You were the student. That was all. They taught. You learned. You someday kill another. That was how it worked.

John seemed fixated on it though. Something about taking someone in. Kind of like how he watched over Flash. He was a big enough child as it is. He couldn't have been over twenty one years. He was too bubbly and ignorant. He had a naïve view of the world. He was almost as bad as Superman. But Flash realized things that Superman didn't. Superman was good with words. She heard about him being a reporter, Batman was descriptive because... he was Batman. But Wally had a unique vocabulary. Words that Batman would have to simplify on rare occasions. Words that really didn't make sense. Words that were described by others as sciency.

"PUT ME DOWN!" yelped a familiar voice. Flash? She flew over to see what was going on. Flash was inside a green orb created by John. Inside the orb were two suit cases. Flash looked angry to say the least.

"Calm down Wally," he said in a much calmer yet demanding tone.

"John? What's going on?" Shayera asked. When Flash was encased in the Lantern light it could not be good.

"Shay! Get me out of here! I'm sure this is considered kidnapping!" he yelled again. John sighed.

"I'm not kidnapping you Wally. Though as fitting as part of that maybe, I'm supposed to watch over you," he said sternly. Flash flew his hands into the air.

"Like you weren't doing that before!" he complained.

"What is going on?" she asked again grasping her mace.

"I adopted Wally," he said bluntly. Shayera looked at him for a moment.

"Who's Wally?" she asked. Flash squirmed a bit to try and get out.

"That's Wally," he said pointing at the man in the Flash suit. Flash crossed his arms in annoyance.

"I don't recall giving you the right to just say my name," he said with mock annoyance.

"Get used to it Hot shot," he said calmly, "Now can I put you down without you running off?"

A strangely serious look came from Flash.

"I'm a runner. You can't expect me to stay still," he said in the most blunt voice Shayera had ever heard him talk in, "Let me guess, you need to recharge your ring?"

"Don't make this any more difficult than this needs to be Wally," he said looking back at him.

"If memory serves… you are the one that created this predicament in the first place," Flash remarked.

"Flash…"

"I'm fine on my own John. I'm not a little kid. You agree with me don't you Shay?" Flash pleaded.

"John, Flash is a founder. I'll admit he's childish at times but…," she began.

"Seventeen," he interrupted, "He's only seventeen."

"Hey! That's only normal people time. Not speedster time!" he quickly remarked. Shayera looked at the two like two people from her own world. A child on their own and a teacher wanting a student. It happened. And it often times looked similar to this. Except back home they would duel to see who would get what they wanted. The teacher almost always won.

"John. Put Flash down," she said. John looked at her carefully, and then he put Flash down. Flash glared at John before tearing off elsewhere into the Watchtower.

"Wal-"

"Explain," Shayera said stopping him. What did the age seventeen mean? On her home world, one was grown by the time they were fifteen. Granted they were more mature by then but who's to say that seventeen is so bad here?

"He's a minor. He's living in an orphanage. He's just a kid," he said explaining himself.

"What did you do?"

"I adopted him," he said after a minute.

-.-

Wally ran until he nearly crashed into Superman.

"Whoa!" he said pivoting on one foot to avoid the blue man, "Sorry Supes!"

Superman stared at him for a minute. He really was a child. Forget John. He needed to tell the other founders. He saw Wonder Woman and J'onn walking down the hall ahead.

"J'onn, Wonder Woman. There is something I need to tell you," he said. J'onn and Wonder Woman looked at him. J'onn gave a curt nod.

"I already know," he said going on ahead.

"Know what?" asked the Amazonian Princess.

Kay Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was at MXC! To all of the counselors out there, my respect goes to you!