This is out a bit later than I would've liked. Sorry about that. School can be a killer! It's only the first week, and I already have two papers to do.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own anything at all related to DC comics, and I doubt that's going to change any time soon.

There was rapid pounding on the front door of a three bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. Wally, the cause of the disturbance, stood beside an impatient and anxious Bartholomew. The door opened to reveal a red-headed woman with green eyes who looked to be in her mid-thirties. "Wally? Why are you here?" the woman asked.

Wally gave a shaky smile, nervous now that this was actually happening, and said, "Hi, Aunt Iris. There's someone you need to meet. Better get Uncle Barry, too. This is kinda, really, extremely important."

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Wally sat at the kitchen table with his aunt and uncle. Bartholomew was in the living room with their children, Don and Dawn. Wally had just finished explaining about his son's existence and was now sweating. What now? Do they like him? Wait; that doesn't make sense. Theydon'tevenknowhimyet.

A throat cleared itself. "Well, that certainly is… surprising," said Barry.

"Tell me about it," Wally said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't know how something like this could happen. It's way too bazar."

A smirk appeared on Barry's face. "Well, you see, when two people love each other very much, or don't like each other at all, and sometimes don't even know each other…" the older man started before being smacked over his head by his wife.

Iris glared and said, "May I point out that our nephew's two year old son is in the other room? He doesn't need to accidentally overhear anything about that." She then smiled softly, "What's his name?"

At this Wally became even more anxious than he was before. How will they take this? Will they yell at me? No! No! No! Of course they won't. What reason would they have to? "Bartholomew Allen West," he finally said.

Barry's throat instantly started to grow a lump. "You… you named him after me?" he asked.

"Well, yeah; I mean, it's usual for people to name their kids after their parents, isn't it?" Wally asked, shrugging and eyes downcast. Because that's how his mind saw them. They gave all the warmth, protection, and acceptance that his real parents never did. Wally soon found a quietly crying speedster in his arms, and Iris had tears in her eyes. After a few seconds, Barry returned to his seat as his newly proclaimed son continued, "Anyway, I thought you said our meta-gene couldn't be inherited."

Iris sighed. "We thought it couldn't be. Don and Dawn haven't shown any signs to say otherwise. I don't know why Barry couldn't pass the gene on and you could. It might be because you received your powers at such a young age. It could be that you did the experiment slightly different. It could that the speed force is picky about who passes on super speed. It could be something else entirely. There's endless possibilities here," she said, "but enough about that. What are you going to do? How are you going to enroll Bartholomew in school? From the way I hear it, he doesn't have an identity to use, other than the name you gave him.

Wally sighed and said, "I was actually thinking of just calling Bats. Bartholomew's my son. There is no way I'm letting him miss out on an education. Now, I told someone he was going to meet his grandparents today." Wally began walking to the living room and overheard the twins arguing.

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Bartholomew's POV

Bartholomew sat on a red cushiony thing (Couch!) staring at two red-headed kids that looked a few years younger than him. (That doesn't say much. I don't think I look my age. I neverread about anybodylikeme before.

One of them, a boy with short hair and deep blue eyes, blinked at him owlishly for what seemed like forever to Bartholomew before saying, "My name's Don, and this is Dawn. We're twins." He gestured to the girl, who had her hair cut at her shoulders, hiding partially behind him. She gave a small smile that touched her light blue eyes.

"My name's Bartholomew," replied the taller child. Pride filled him at saying his new name.

"Bartholomew? That's our daddy's name, too," said Dawn.

"But he goes by Barry," continued Don.

"You need a name to go by, too."

"Bartholomew's too long."

"How about Mew? I like that name."

"No! Mew's stupid. He's not even a cool Pokémon. Thol?"

"Mew's a great Pokémon! And Thol sounds dumb."

"Nu-uh! It sounds like Thor!"

"Well, we're calling him Mew!"

"Thol!"

"Mew!"

"THOL!"

"MEW!"

"Bart! Come in here! There're people I want you to meet," called a very familiar voice from what Bartholomew guessed was the kitchen. The young speedster turned to see his dad smiling with excitement.

Wait… "Bart? That's my name now? Imeannotmyrealname. My real name's Bartholomew, but…" the newly dubbed Bart was cut off by laughter from his father. Behind him, the two others were grumbling about not getting to choose the fake name. (Nickname!)

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Bart stood in the kitchen at the two adults. One was the woman who had opened the front door, while the other was a blonde man with electric blue eyes. They were both looking at him with looks of excitement. The woman looked close to tears. Bart assumed they were happy tears. He didn't remember doing anything bad enough to make someone cry, at least.

"Son, I would like you to meet your Grandpa Barry," he gestured to the man then the woman, "and your Grandma Iris."

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Wally's POV

After a dinner of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, beans, pork chops, and banana splits with the Allens, Wally decided it was time for him and Bart to head home. Everyone said they're goodbyes, Bart getting his hair ruffled by Barry, hugged by Dawn, patted on the shoulder by Don, and then hugged and kissed by Iris, and ran to Wally's (Our. It's ours now.) apartment.

After Bart went to bed, Wally got into his car and drove to a grocery store four blocks up the road. He had noticed earlier that the younger speedster tended to eat more than him, so he bought three times as much as he normally would. He got home about an hour after he left.

I should call Bats soon. He needs to know about Bart. I really hope he can help. What am I thinking? Of course he can; he's the Batman. I bet he's up now. I should just get it over with. Would that be rude?

The speedster peeked into his son's room and gazed at said son's peaceful, sleeping face. All thoughts of being courteous towards his dark colleague vanished. This was too important to put off.

Twenty seconds later, Wally was dialing the Batcave's number.

TBC…

Ha, ha, ha! Wally so trolled the twins.

So, how was it? Do you think this story is moving too fast? Too slow? You know, suggestions are always welcome. Please review!