"The Batcave?"

Robin stood in front of Kid Flash, a wide grin on his face. In his hands he held a strip of cloth.

"Yeah, but I don't think I can tell you where it is exactly, so getting there is gonna have to be a secret, okay?"

"How do you intend to get me there if I'm blind?"

"I'll manage. Come on, you want to see it, right?"

Kid looked down to the cloth then back up to his friend and wrinkled his nose. He looked like he was about to say no. Instead, he turned and gave a little nervous chuckle.

"Alright, I trust you, buddy."

"Okay!" Dick wrapped the cloth tightly around his friend's eyes, tied the knot tight behind his head and then turned him back around by the shoulder. "Can you see?"

"No."

Sudden and unexpectedly, Robin went to punch Kid solidly in the face, but stopped perhaps a centimetre away. He did not react. With a satisfied grunt, the boy took his elder's hand and began towing him down the street.

"Alright, come with me."

Robin poked his head out from behind a large column of stone, scanning the area for any sign of movement. When he saw none, he stepped out into the open and called back to his friend.

"All right. Coast is Clear"

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"Come on."

Kid Flash advanced towards the sound of his friend's voice, his arms out in front of him. When he collided with his friend and pushed his palm into the side of the boy's face, he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I can't see anything, Robin!"

The boy wonder chuckled, then moved his fingers to the knot at the back of Kid Flash's head.

"Here." When he pulled away the blindfold, Kid gasped at the cavern before him. It was a network of pathways and stairs in an open setting, computers and miscellaneous other machinery all within a stone's throw of one another. Somewhere near the bottom, the infamous Batmobile sat in the middle of a pale circle. "Welcome to the Batcave."

Robin guided his friend down the stairs to the main level, passing some of Batman's trophies along the way, taking his time so his friend could admire them.

"This place is awesome, check out that penny!" Kid Flash zipped up to the giant coin, craning his head back to admire the size from right at its base. It stood easily five times as tall as he was. Robin laughed at his friend's fascination.

"There used to be a nickle, but I backed the batmobile into it. Broke it right in half."

"Batman let you drive the batmobile?"

Robin grinned mischievously.

"Not really."

"Ah, I get it." Kid followed his friend further into the center of the cave. As they passed a few cluttered tables, the ginger noticed something. "It smells funny here, like my uncle's lab." He took a breath in and wrinkled his nose. "What is that?"

"Bats is analyzing a freeze-gun he got off one of his rogues. He's trying to reverse-engineer it."

"Oh man, this place is so cool!" Kid was back to examining some of the Batman's 'trophies.' "That's a giant dinosaur!"

Robin laughed, amused by his elder friend's state of fascination.

"Where do you and the Flash hang out?"

The ginger frowned at his junior.

"My Aunt's house."

Robin had himself another good laugh at Kid's expense, who retaliated only by sticking his tongue out in a childish fashion. When the boy wonder settled himself, the speedster continued.

"I can't get over how neat this is. I'm definitely gonna have to start my own collection of souvenirs. What's he like, anyway?"

Robin leaned back against a table as Kid continued to examine Batman's collection.

"Batman? Uh, I don't know. He's alright – for batman. I don't really agree with him some times. Not like you and The Flash. I bet you guys hardly every argue."

"Nah, I argue enough with my own dad." The speedster gave a dry chuckle as he approached a giant playing card with an eerily familiar face. The corners were marked with a J, while the image itself was the criminal maniac, the Joker. "Flash says Batman's kinda off. And he knows it. That's why he gets so many lunatics runnin' at him." A shadow passed over the Kid's back, and thinking it Robin, he continued talking as he turned. "'Cause he's a lunatic himsel-"

Batman – the Dark Knight, Batman – stared down at the ginger boy with an unforgiving frown, half of his body concealed in shadow.

"Holy-" The speedster's body froze up. He felt every muscle in his body tense, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he began to vibrate, just barely. "-Crap."

"What do you think you're doing here?"

Kid Flash was gone before the dark legend finished his sentence, nothing but a gust of wind left where he was standing just a second before.

On his seventh lap of the world, Flash caught up with him.

"Hey, Kiddo!" he called. Wally didn't have to turn to know his uncle was hot on his heels and would be beside him in a matter of seconds. "Ease up there." But Wally was still tense, every muscle still prepped for action and his heart rattling in his ribcage.

"UncleBarryIsaw theBatmaninthecave whenIwasn'tsupposedtobethere andheheardmecallhimalunatic andIdon'twanttodieyet I'mstillyoungohcrap ohcrapohmyheart." Wally wasn't even sure he understood what he was saying. The words he was forming in his head came out jumbled and rushed when he tried to speak. Whether or not he understood, Flash was running at the boy's side, matching his pace perfectly.

Eight laps.

"So that's why you're out here? Batman's sure got the whole first impressions thing down to an art, right?"

"First impressions?" squeaked Kid. "Oh god, is that what that was? He was making an impression? Oh god and I- Oh god. Ohgodohgod ohgodohsweetbabyjesus Icalledhimalunatic." Somehow, being shaky and wired gave the young speedster the energy he needed to go even faster.

"Must've been quite the meeting," Barry mused, matching his protege's pace naturally. "What were you doing in Gotham?"

"Dick," Wally gasped, breathless. "When we had that party thing he said he wanted to talk to me and that I was supposed to meet him in Gotham tonight so I did and we met and nowIknowwhoheis andIknowwhoIam ImeanheknowswhoIam and-"

Nine laps.

"Wally, take it easy. No matter what sort of impression you made, I can guarantee you Batman can't catch you at this speed. Slow down."

Hearing the logic in his mentor's words, Kid Flash did his best to slow his pace. What he did adjust his speed to wasn't that much of an improvement, but it definitely was a start.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going into Gotham?"

"Dick asked me to keep it a secret when he told me. I didn't know why at the time, but I guess he didn't tell-" he cut himself off, afraid that if he continued he would kick into jibberish again.

"Okay, so you went to meet Dick and met Batman instead?"

"Dick was showing me the Batcave, thought it would be cool. And it was cool, you should see the stuff he keeps in there."

"Richard brought you to the Batcave?"

"Yeah."

Ten laps.

"Okay...alright...and Batman caught you snooping around where you shouldn't be?"

"I wasn't snooping, I was invited there, I just said some things he probably would've been better off not hearing me say."

"Calling him a lunatic?"

"Oh god. Oooh god I called him a lunatic."

Wally was going faster again.

"Breathe, Wally, you're fine. It was just a bad scare. Batman does that." Barry watched as his nephew threaded his fingers in his hair and pressed his palms to his head, doing just as he was asked and taking in a large breath. He let it out slowly, seeming to calm a little more, so Barry continued. "He's not going to hurt you. He's part of the reason I'm out here right now."

"Wait, what?"

Eleven laps.

"Well, I wouldn't have known you were circling the world with such an urgency if he hadn't called me to tell me he'd found my apprentice snooping around his headquarters."

"I wasn't snooping," the kid protested, but his earlier state of panic seemed to have worn itself out. He spoke again, quieter. "He called you?"

"Batman and I are friends, believe it or not. Have you figured out who he is, yet?" Barry searched his nephew's young face. His words had hinted that Batman's identity would not be that hard to deduce with the information the kid already had. This news was motivation enough for Wally to calm down even further so he could properly think things through.

Exactly what Barry wanted.

"Well, his sidekick Robin is Dick, and you're a friend of his. You...you knew about Dick before I did, which doesn't really make any sense considering you aren't his friend."

"There you go."

"Is...is he Mr. Wayne?"

"Only as long as you agree to not know about this until I clear it with him."

"Oh...wow..."

Twelve laps, and Wally was finally beginning to slow. He was quiet for a while, lost in thought as he gradually got slower and slower. Finally, he came to a halt somewhere in Arizona. He bent over, his hands on his knees as he heaved for breath. He'd travelled an incredible amount of distance in a respectable amount of time and was unsurprisingly quite exhausted. Barry put a warm hand on the Kid's back and rubbed soothingly.

"Feeling better, kiddo?"

"Somewhat," he breathed, shaking his head to clear it. His legs hurt. "Thanks Uncle Barry."

"Hey, you've nothing to thank me for. I couldn't just let you run yourself ragged out here alone."

Wally smiled weakly, then straightened up, holding his hands out in front of him and watching them vibrate. Barry watched this, chuckled quietly, then turned around and crouched down.

"Hop on, Kid, I'll give you a ride home."

"I can run," Wally protested lamely, face flushing from embarrassment, afraid his mentor was unhappy with his endurance or something of the like – as if he'd done something to disappoint Barry. However, the ginger was only overreacting. He looked tired, he was breathing hard and had just run a dozen laps of the world at an impressive pace, Barry was only looking out for his nephew.

"I know you can, but I think you've done enough of that for one day. You look exhausted." Wally hesitated, prompting Barry to cast his apprentice a warm smile and continue. "Come on, hot shot, I won't tell anyone."

Admittedly too tired to argue and inwardly glad he didn't have to run all the way home after that emotional adventure and physical workout, Wally hopped on his uncle's back. Barry stood straight, making sure he had a firm grip before blasting off to Central, leaving nothing but dust where the pair stood seconds before.

DREM YOL LOK.
(Giant nickles to the people who know what's been consuming my time lately)

So hi. Here's your (short) chapter. It's short because the next two are the last two, so yeah. I have them done, I just keep forgetting to update. So what you should do, so I don't keep forgetting, is remind me to update via review 8D Because those come up on my phone and are like, "HEY, READ ME" so I do and they're like "SOMEONE WAS NICE ENOUGH TO REVIEW, GET YOUR ASS TO UPDATING, WOMAN!" and I'm like "OKAY, PHONE," and then people stare at me.

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