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Mist: Ok, new chappy time

Whistle: Please excuse any mistakes, Mist had a math test today and she's still drained from it

Mist: Virtual cookie to anyone who can explain what the 'system of linear inequalities' is.

Whistle: Sounds like something that would break James' brain.

Mist: Lol

Whistle: now back to your regularly scheduled programming

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Chapter seven: Becoming Blitz

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(Wally/Blitz's POV)

After we were done in the park we all decided that we should go home before we run into any more people. Fortunately we somehow managed to avoid all intelligent life on our way back home. Well there was that squirrel that James tried to chase but I'm not sure that counts.

In any case we managed to get back in one piece.

After we arrived we had lunch with the other Rogues, which consisted of grape juice and sandwiches.

Once lunch was over James ran off dragging the adult Rogues behind him, claiming that he was going to go watch some cartoons with them while Hartley helped me move my new things into my room.

"Thank again for the help," I thanked him as we brought in the last bag.

Hartley grinned at me. "No problem Wally," He told me, "Do you want any help putting up these posters?"

I nodded at him. "Sure, that'd be great," I answered him.

We worked in silence for a few moments. It felt strange setting up this room, well my new room, it almost seemed like I was doing something wrong. Guess part of me is still clinging to my old good guy ways.

"Is something wrong?" Hartley asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh, uh, no," I responded dumbly.

"Ok, but that's about the seventh time you've stapled that corner," He told me, chuckling, "I think it's safe to say that it will stay on."

I looked at what I was doing to find that I had indeed stapled the same corner several times. Must have happened while I was losing myself in my own mind.

Wow, thinking really is dangerous.

"Sorry about that," I told him, "I'm just a little distracted."

"Are you still tired?" He asked me. "You can take a nap if you want."

I shook my head, no way was I taking a nap like some little kid! "No thanks," I said aloud, "I'll be fine. I think I just need to clear my head."

"Are you still thinking about the Flash?" He asked me, sounding slightly annoyed, his eyes had once again obtained a dangerous glint. "How many times do I need to tell you to forget about him? If you keep this up you're going to wind up talking yourself into going back."

"I don't want to go back!" I insisted.

Hartley's eyes softened. "I know that," He told me, walking over to where I was working. "But sometimes you seem to forget that. That's why I need to get a little demanding sometimes; I refuse to lose you."

I smiled up at him. "I'm not going anywhere," I promised him.

Hartley grinned and patted me on the head. "Good boy," He told me. "Now how about we finish up this room?"

I nodded at him. "Ok."

"And try not to think about the Flash anymore," Hartley advised. "You're better off just forgetting about your past as his sidekick."

I didn't respond to that, mostly because I didn't know how to. Instead I turned back around and stapled the other corners of the poster to the wall, successfully attaching it.

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It wound up taking the two of us about an hour to finally finish organising the room, setting up the bed sheets, posting the posters, and putting my new clothes in my dresser. When we were finally done I looked around and couldn't help but smile. The room no longer looked like a spare bedroom, it looked… homely.

This is my room.

I looked over at Hartley, who had a grin of his own.

"We did a pretty good job decorating, don't you think Wally?" He asked me.

"Ya," I agreed, looking around once again. "It finally feels like a bedroom."

Hartley's grin widened. "Want to see something really cool?" He asked me.

I nodded excitedly in response.

"Then follow me!" He told me.

Hartley began to lead me to the exit and I grew confused.

"Shouldn't we invite James to come with us if we're going into town again?" I asked him.

Hartley shook his head. "James probably has his head stuck in a cartoon, it's better to just let him be," He told me.

"What do we do if we run into the Flash?" I asked worriedly, wondering if my resolve was strong enough to refuse going home if he asked me directly.

Hartley chuckled at me. "You let me worry about to Flash," He told me, ruffling my hair.

I nodded at him, knowing he knew what he was talking about.

Hartley grinned at me again before continuing to lead me out the door.

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Hartley did not lead me back into town; instead he began to lead me down an old path I did not know about. It was rather narrow, seemingly stomped out my people walking through it a lot, and I occasionally scraped my arm on a tree branch.

I had asked Hartley where exactly he was taking me, but every time he responded the same way.

'It's a surprise,' He would tell me mysteriously before going quiet once again.

After the seventh time I failed to get a proper answer I decided to stop asking, instead staying silent as Hartley led me down the path.

Eventually I saw an end to the long path.

"We're here!" Hartley declared happily.

Zooming ahead of him I saw that we were at a clearing in the forest, mostly hidden by the large trees surrounding it. A pond took up half of the clearing, a small homemade-looking dock resting next to it. A tire swing hung from a tree next to the pond, making me guess that whoever set it up intended to use it to catapult themself into the pond.

"What is this place?" I asked Hartley. I was curious as to why I had never heard of this place before.

"This is the Rogues camping and picnic ground," Hartley answered me, grinning ear from ear. "Only official members of the Rogues are allowed here."

"Does this mean the older Rogues accept me as a part of the team now?" I asked hopefully.

"You bet!" Hartley told me, ruffling my hair. "But they knew you'd come around. We all knew."

I grinned back at him.

"I wish we could hang out here for a bit longer," Hartley told me, "But the others have an even better surprise waiting for you back home."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What kind of surprise?" I asked him curiously.

"You'll see," Hartley told me in a sing-song tone before turning around and walking back to the path.

I wasted no time following after him, excited to see what the surprise could be.

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When we arrived back home Hartley immediately led me through the halls, stopping only when we had reached the door to the dining room.

He looked over his shoulder at me. "No turning back now, Wally," he told me.

I didn't understand what he meant, but when I tried to think about it my head hurt so I pushed it out of my mind. I was sick of headaches.

Hartley grinned at me, but I don't know why, before opening the door.

"Surprise!" A chorus of voices greeted me as I walked through the door.

I blinked in confusion as I looked around. All of the Rogues were gathered in the dining room; above their heads a large banner stating 'Welcome to the Rogues, Blitz!' with a multi-colored background stood out. On the table I saw that dinner was done and waiting, consisting of an assortment of dishes I didn't recognise.

Before I had the chance to say anything James rushed over to me and started hugging me. "You're an official Rogue now!" He declared happily.

"Take a look at this," Captain cold told me as he walked over and passed me a package. "You're new costume."

"Uh, thank you," I said as I ripped open the paper.

I held out the costume in front of me. Design wise it wasn't much different from my old one, only now the main suit was black with grey highlights, with three steaks of orange on either shoulder resembling claws. The gloves, boots, and belt were a soft white color, and my goggles were tinted orange. My lightning bolt was also white, and longer than usual, with a triangular orange background.

"The others wanted to keep it plain," James told me, "But I thought you would like the little splashes of color!"

I grinned happily at him. "Thanks," I told him, "This is the best, really."

Captain Cold smiled at me. "You're a real Rogue now," He told me, "And a real Rogue gets to know the names of other Rogues. You can call me, Len."

"My names Sam," Mirror Master told me, grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome to the team."

"We're all glad you finally came around," Weather Wizard told me, looking genuinely happy, "My names Mark."

"Ya can call me Digger," Captain Boomerang told me, "And I hope you're ready to pull off some epic heists!"

I grinned back at him.

"And I'm Mick," Heat Wave said, ending the introductions.

"Glad to be on the team," I told them.

And I really, really was!

Or… was I?

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Mist: Ok, now that this is over I'm prepared to find out from someone that forgotten a Rogue, and will have to go back and fix this all.

Whistle: On the bright side I'm positive you got their names right.

Mist: We hope…

Whistle: In either case, we hope you all enjoyed this new chapter

Mist: I worked really hard on it! But I think the beginning was a little shaky.

Whistle: Mist is feeling under the weather today; she nearly passed out during third period.

Mist: If you send me a review maybe I'll feel better :)