My Name is Tommy Queen

by TheMysteryOwl

Thomas Robert Queen is twelve years old. Two years ago, he was the victim of a freakish car accident that left him unable to walk. Now, after finding out his dad is the Green Arrow, he must face the fact that he can never take to the streets; but that doesn't stop him from trying to find the person who took his legs. Future fic.

3. The Flash

Hey guys, I'm going to try to update this on Wednesdays from now on in the spirit of Arrow. Posting a day early today though, because I may not be able to post tomorrow :) Thanks for your interest!

You know, before the accident, I was a huge fan of The Flash. How cool would it be to be able to run through walls and scale buildings in a heartbeat, without breaking a sweat? In fact, my nickname in Basketball Club was The Flash, because when they put me on offense I would try to outrun the defense. It's too bad I had no aim, or else that nickname might have been a little less sarcastic.

That didn't stop me from being the biggest Flash fan ever. I painted my walls red, got a Flash bedspread, collected action figures, and put up posters. My dad used to shake his head and say, "Really? The Flash?" I guess he wanted Green Arrow posters.

That's okay though: I hate The Flash now.

OK, I don't ACTUALLY hate him. But imagine being me, and losing the ability to walk. Then, imagine finally coming home and being wheeled into a room plastered with a guy who RUNS for a living. The Flash was mocking me.

I wouldn't go back in there until they tore all the posters down and replaced the bedspread. The action figures are in some drawer; at least, the ones I didn't break in half. We haven't repainted the walls, yet. On bad days, the red is my worst nightmare. I hope we do it soon- I think green would be pretty cool.