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Prompt Post - Part Three [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Part two here!

Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one and in part three once. If you do so, I'd reccommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking the first thread.
Please note that you can still fill over at parts one and two- just don't prompt there! I encourage you all to go through looking for older things to fill.

Welcome to the Young Justice: Animated anonymous fic meme!

How does it work? Basically, you leave prompts, and people fill them with glorious fic. Pretty simple. Anonymity is allowed for those that feel nervous or awkward requesting or filling, but it isn't actually obligatory. Unlike a lot of memes (like kink memes) this doesn't have a particular focus beyond the fandom. Het, gen, slash, femslash, anything else you can think up? Welcome! Crack, drama, angst? Go nuts!

However, we do have some...

Rules and guidelines.

• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
• Be reasonable. Polite. Etc. You may be anonymous, but that is no excuse for being ridiculous.
• Likewise, be considerate in your prompting. Trigger warnings are appreciated (for content that may seriously upset people with past experience, such as rape/non-con, self harm, suicide, etc.- at the absolute least, please make it clear what the fic contains about before someone stumbles across it halfway through!), and please be careful with your wording. Memes like this often touch on some sensitive material. If you feel somebody has posted an actively offensive prompt, please either PM me or use the mod post here to bring it to my attention.
• One prompt per post, please!
• Repeat after me: Your Kink Is Not My Kink. Don't attack people's prompts because they aren't your cup of tea!
• Look, just don't wank up a storm in general. I'm sure we can all manage, right? :)

ETA: Please do not reprompt things until we reach a second part. In addition, I encourage anyone looking for things to fill to go back through previous pages. A lot of people have old prompts tracked, so your fills will still be seen!

This is the 'flat' view of the page; it shows comments in the order they're posted, rather than as threads. Makes it easier to see new fills on previous pages.

I'll look at getting a Delicious or Diigo or something-or-other archive up for filled prompts if it gets to the point we feel it'd be useful. In the meantime, have fun!

ETA: We now have a discussion post if you need one!

ETA: I need help with archiving! Also, we set up a fill post. Can you please leave links to any fic you write there. See the post for more details. Thanks!

ETA: GUYS. I am officially making the 'PM me about offensive prompts' thing obligatory. Please, I have difficulty keeping up without your wonderful help!

Incidentally, being polite includes not telling people they're being 'too sensitive' for being bothered by things. Just sayin'. This place is a safe space, in so much as I can make it one, and I don't really like the rhetoric of 'oh, if you're offended you're oversensitive' that I'm seeing in a couple places? Remember: people may have had different experiences than you that influence their view. Don't assume. :)

ETA: Since apparently it doesn't come under some of your definitions of 'civility':


I don't care if you hate that ditz M'gann, I don't care how much you think Kaldur is sooo boring, I don't care if you think Artemis is a bitch, I don't care if you want Wally to go die, I don't care how much you want Superboy to punch himself into oblivion or how bratty you think Robin is. This is not a place to ask for fic that is for nothing more or less than to satisfy said hate. We have and welcome fans of ALL CHARACTERS here, and it's just insulting and rude to tear them down.

And this is not the same as asking for a single prompt where they're AU and evil, or for a prompt where they mess up in some way, or even where they get called out on something they did if you feel it would make a good story. But come the hell on, guys.

ETA: Please see this recent post regarding certain issues we've been having. Thank you.

ETA: Are you offering anything for charity in the recent fandom auctions for relief efforts? If you are, feel free to promote/browse/etc. here!

ETA: New affilate - DC comics meme!

ETA: At several people's requests - rec post & general finding-things post!

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!


Because people wanted one.

For the next few days, until the 1st now the 4th of April, DO NOT SUBMIT ANY NEW PROMPTS. Instead, why not try filling a few? We have so many wonderful ones left unfilled. Maybe try looking a few pages back! Or a few parts back, even!

On the 1st April (no joke, hah), I'll post part four and prompting will resume.

Thank you! And have fun!

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Wally revealing himself in school

Something happens while Wally is in class, he can't wait for backup and needs to control the situation. That leads to revealing his power to his classmates. I would love to see Wally interacting with his friends before it happens so the reveal is a little more personal. What happens after they know is up to the author.

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OP just realized "revealing himself" sounds a little hinky. :| gusta.

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Haha, those were my thoughts exactly. I was going to skim by and them "revealing himself" actually processed in my brain and went back to read it.

...I was almost disappointed when I realized it wasn't that kind of reveal. Though accidentally revealing himself in public is so something Wally could manage to do...

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Well... In that episode where we see Wally in school, he looks like kind of a non-sportsy type person, so maybe revealing he has powers also reveals that he has excellent muscle tone, and is secretly built like WOAH.

Not that I think about this often, or anything. P__P

Just saying.


You do realize that this was totally my happy fan-fantasy for the week after that school ep came out, right? Superheroes being forced to reveal their secret identities in dire situations (and to save people they might not actually like that much?) is my favorite!

I need to go watch that episode again....

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Omg me too~~

I think I have the biggest Identity Kink in the southern half of the USA, haha.

There will NEVER be enough of it aldkfjsld

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Re: Wally revealing himself in school

So now we know there are a bunch of people who want it to be written, we just need someone who can write it! Is anyone thinking of a claim?

Re: Wally revealing himself in school

I'm VERY TENTATIVELY claiming it. I really, really want to write it, and I'll try to get it done when I get all these papers I have due out of the way.

FILL Part 1a/? (I...actually wrote this. Feeling proud of myself.)

This story begged to be written, much to the expense of all my other muses that might have actually accomplished something. Also, Hunter Zolomon. Even in villainy, he was trying to be a good friend. Um. Sort of.


“Mr. Falkoff! Mr. Falkoff! Wait, wait, I’m here!”

The whole bus turned to look out the windows to see their erratic classmate running up the ramp, red hair flopping in the wind in his attempt not to miss the fieldtrip everyone had been looking forward to since the beginning of the school year. All week, the class had been talking non-stop about this trip, and most students had actually made it to school early for once. No one, though, was surprised to see Wally West as the straggler who almost missed the bus, least of all their highly unamused teacher. Gregory Falkoff had been teaching science in the Central City Public School system for over twenty years, and never in all that time had he had a student so consistently tardy, attention deficit, problem-causing, and generally lazy as Wally West. It grated on his nerves, especially because the boy had consistently been winning science fairs since the fifth grade. There was no reason for him to be barely passing his class.

“Mr. West,” the middle-aged man greeted coolly, staring down his crooked nose at his student who had just made it to the doors of the bus, surprisingly not panting despite the heavy exertion he had clearly juts undergone. “I see you decided to join us—at your own leisure, of course.”

Wally grinned nervously, a hand scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, sir, but my uncle dropped me off today, and, well, he’s always running late.” He giggled slightly, as if at his own personal joke, but that was almost commonplace with the teenager. “And he signed me in and everything, and Ms. Leroy gave me this note for you,” here he handed over said note, “and told me I was on this bus.” The teacher huffed to himself as he glanced over the seemingly valid and unforged tardy note before moving out of the way and allowing the boy onto the bus with a flippant wave of his hand. The redhead grinned wider and flashed the greying man a thumbs up before making his way to the back of the crowded bus. He clearly wasn’t paying much attention to where he stepped, as he didn’t notice the foot suddenly barring his way until he was already tripping over it. It took most of his willpower to just let himself fall and determinedly ignore his usual bullies high-fiving and the rest of the bus laughing at his predicament as he continued to the back where he saw his best normal friend, Hunter Zolomon, waving him over. An empty spot was next to the brown-haired boy, and Wally wasted no time in plopping down in the seat, continuing to ignore the laughter that had yet to start dying down.

“You are so full of it, you realize that, right?” Hunter commented over the din of noise from everyone talking at once as the bus pulled away from the ramp.

“Hey, that was a legitimate excuse this time, I swear,” the perpetually late redhead responded, ruffling around in his backpack to pull out a half-eaten bag of chips.

“No, I think Hunter’s right,” a black-haired girl leaned over the top of their seat and smirked down at the two of them. “You eat, drink, and sleep crap, Wally.”

“See? Linda agrees with me. You were about to miss this trip, weren’t you, Mr. I’ve-been-to-S.T.A.R.-Labs-before?” The brown-haired boy shot his friend a rather pointed raised eyebrow, even as Wally practically pouted in response.

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“I was not!” he protested half-heartedly while shoving a fistful of chips into his mouth, knowing that it was futile to argue with his friend. “My uncle is even worse about being on time than I am, but I stayed at his house last night, so he had to drop me to school.” That wasn’t strictly the truth by no stretch of the imaginations, even if his excuse was mostly legitimate. While it was true that Barry Allen was never on time for anything (whereas Wally could make it at least half the time), it was never without justification—even if neither of them could justify it to most people. But sometimes, say, on the way to school and work Captain Cold would decide to rob a bank and the Flash and his trusty sidekick Kid Flash would have to take care of it. It was not their fault that the “secret” part of “secret identity” dictated that they never actually told anyone the truth.

Besides, Wally had totally spent the night at his Aunt and Uncle’s place, so that part was completely true.

“You’re just lucky you have such a great friend who’s willing to beat people off with a backpack to save you a seat.”

“Yeah, I told him to just let someone else take it: let it teach you to be on time for once,” Linda added in, and Wally glanced up at her with one of his patented flirtatious grins.

“Aww, babe, you know you love me,” he replied before leaning over Hunter to glance out the window at the passing scenery. “But I mean, hey,” he continued dramatically, sitting back up as he got his fill of the city going by and shoving another handful of chips into his mouth, “at least the day’s off to a great start. Extreme tardiness, public humiliation, my one true love tearing a whole through my heart—how could it possibly get any worse?” Linda and Hunter both snorted, and picked up an earlier conversation (“You would know what we’re talking about if you had gotten here on time.”), leaving Wally alone with his chips and, after a bit more shuffling in his backpack, a rather interesting romance novel he had “borrowed” from Aunt Iris’s bookshelf. The redhead had meant his final statement facetiously, but about forty-five minutes later, at the start of the class tour of S.T.A.R. Labs, things started to take a sharp turn for the highly inconvenient.

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Fill (Part 2a)/?: Wally revealing himself in school

Wally wasn’t normally one to ask for things, and history had proven that the times he did either went extremely wrong or extremely right (but, more often than not, a mixture of the two). For instance, when he was ten and spending the summer with his very favourite aunt and soon to be favourite uncle, he had only wanted to meet the Flash—in his firm belief (to this very day, in fact, not that he was biased in any way) the coolest superhero every to exist—which had happened, as well as finding out that it was actually his uncle. And then he had spent the summer randomly being kidnapped by supervillain idiots who had no idea he was connected to the Flash in anyway beyond, “Oh, look, cute child makes great hostage!”

And then, the year he turned twelve. All Wally had wanted was to recreate the accident that gave Uncle Barry his powers—something that had happened, and rather successfully, to boot. What he hadn’t planned on was his still-developing pubescent body to react negatively to the change, causing his body mind-numbing pain every time he tried to use his newly gained speed. Thankfully, he had gotten over that glitch with both mind and body relatively intact. And then, of course, there was this year’s Independence Day.

Kid Flash still wasn’t certain whether it had gone extremely right or extremely wrong. While there was definitely no Justice League membership coming to any of the sidekicks any time soon (especially not Roy, who had more or less defected to hippy-status and proclaimed the League “the Man”—but how cool was the new outfit and solo-act; Red Arrow made a lot more sense as a name than Speedy, anyways—and absolutely refused to have anything further to do with them), they had managed to garner some respect, their own team, and a new friend along the way, so it could be considered a win in that respect.

So Wally’s history was very clear in that respect. The things he asked for he got, more often than not. The satisfaction of the experience, however, was oftentimes balanced out by an opposite and not always equal reaction. In the future, he would look back on this moment and decide that if he had just remembered this simple fact, things would have turned out vastly different. As it was, he didn’t, and walking towards the back of his group’s tour of the Labs with a couple of his friends, Wally was desperately wishing for anything to distract his usual group of bullies from slowing down as well to mess with him.

The worst part of having high school bullies was not, in fact, the humiliation he suffered at their hands on a weekly basis. It was the knowledge that he was a superhero. He could stop them as easily as breathing, but the unwritten laws of Secret Identities dictated otherwise. It was exceptionally frustrating because they did everything so slowly. Waiting for them to do something as mundane as give him a wedgie was like watching a turtle (of the non-teenage mutant ninja variety) try to hurt you…and letting it. In the split second it took them to come up with one “brilliant” insult, Wally had usually thought of about two hundred to use in reply—not that he ever did. Getting bullied was, quite simply, really, really boring.

“Oh, no, guess who just looked this way.”

Wally looked up at the frustrated comment to see Jared Morillo glaring towards the front of the tour group, where a couple boys were whispering amongst themselves and shooting the occasional glance back, completely ignoring the tour guide droning on about the gene splicing they were currently being shown. The dark-skinned Hispanic boy seemed to grow angrier with every glance thrown their way.

“You know, they would leave you guys alone if you didn’t let them walk all over you,” Linda commented from next to Wally, peering around to speak at Jared. If Hunter were still there, he would probably make a comment in agreement, but Wally had been moved from Mr. Falkoff’s group to Ms. Leroy’s as the middle-aged teacher wasn’t in the mood to deal with his least favourite child prodigy.

“And what would you recommend we do—fight them?” the black-haired boy shot back.

“Well, I’m not recommending violence, but a little backbone might go a long way, yeah,” the girl replied.

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“Oh, I can see it now,” Wally cut in, ribbing his friend who could be even moodier than Superboy sometimes, “Jared vs. Owen—a fight for the ages. I’ll see you in the next life, dude.” The dark look he received was met with an even broader grin.

“And what about you?” Jared snapped. “I don’t see you in a hurry to sign up for a round of smash the ginger.”

“Well, maybe I just have more important things to worry about then those bull-headed idiots.” Because Wally had bull-headed idiots of a whole other league to deal with when he wasn’t in school…not the least of which was Robin.

“Yeah,” Linda giggled, “like your total fangasms over the Flash.”

“I do not have fangasms!” he protested.

“Oh, come on, Wally, we’ve all seen the inside of your bedroom,” Jared was snickering, now, too, “You could give the Flash museum a run for their money.”

So his bedroom was themed. It was perfectly understandable considering that not only was he the man’s sidekick, he was his nephew, too.

“It’s completely not my fault that Flash is the coolest hero ever,” he defended rather grouchily. He tended to get rather pissy when people called him out on his fanboyness. Especially when Robin did it because Dick completely knew the man was his uncle.

“Flash is so not the coolest hero ever. Batman is the coolest hero ever,” Jared corrected.

Batman was so completely overrated in Wally’s opinion. He said as much. “And I know for a fact that the Flash is, like, ten times more amazing than Batman will ever be,” the redhead sidekick added for good measure.

“You sound like you’ve sat down and talked to both of them,” Linda retorted.

As a matter of fact, he had.

“Well, Batman’s just an urban legend, anyway.” Robin was so going to kill him for using that argument. “And the Flash has Kid Flash.”

“Yeah, don’t you just wish that were you,” Jared snorted.

As a matter of fact, it was.

“I wonder what they’re like in real life,” Linda mused. At the blank looks from her friends, she clarified: “Flash and Flash-Kid.”

“Kid Flash,” Wally corrected automatically. Honestly, could no one remember the name? It wasn’t that hard.

“Kid Flash, Flash-Kid, Flash Jr., whatever. You know who I mean. But what do you think they do when they’re not fighting crime and supervillains and such? Do they, like, hangout in their secret lair all day? Do they have regular lives? Does the Flash have a job, a wife? Does junior go to school?”

No, yes, yes, yes, yes. Not that Wally would ever say that out loud.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed in reply. “If that were me, I would never go to school.” That was such a lie, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt, right? “Who has time for stuff like that when you’re saving the world? I would totally abuse my power to pick up girls.” Jared nodded firmly in agreement, and Linda snorted something under her breath that sounded rather suspiciously like, ‘Men.’

Before the redhaired speedster could reply, though, a sharp whistle from the front of the group cut through the din of chatter and the students turned to face their teacher. Ms. Jennifer Leroy stood before a set of rather imposing doors and met them all with a broad smile. The young, twenty-something teacher was almost the complete opposite of the cynical, middle-aged Falkoff. Friendly and easy-going, she was also extremely approachable in a way that often reminded Wally of Black Canary. Jennifer Leroy had no problems at all dealing with students with short attention spans, and rather than getting irritated, she took the time to individually help them all. In fact, she had given Wally the idea that had won him the science fair last year. The teen had desperately hoped she would be teaching him again this year, but as the Central City School System would have it, he’d gotten Falkoff instead. Falkoff, who was also bitter that even after working in the school system for almost as long as the woman had been alive, she got the position as head of the science department instead of him.

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Unmasked (now titled!): Fill (Part 3a/?)

Wally kindly took a moment to reflect on the fact that there were armed hostile men on his school field trip. Why the hell were there armed hostile men on his school field trip? Armed hostile men that were after something, clearly (and here, the redhead mentally slapped himself for pointing out the obvious). Of course they were after something. They wouldn’t be here threatening students if they were after something.

It had only been ten minutes since the men had interrupted the information session—and they had wasted no time in rounding everyone up, including shepherding Mr. Falkoff’s group into the rather large laboratory. They had forced the students into small clusters against the wall, each with their own guard, and were currently holding a gun to Ms. Leroy’s head while the leader shouted questions at Dr. Mentz. Wally bit his lip as he looked around, fingers tapping impatiently as he tried to figure out what to do. Most of the girls, including the teacher, were crying, and the rest of them and most of the guys didn’t look that far off from breaking out into tears, either.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Dr. Mentz continued to protest.

“Doctor, we both know you have it!” the leader snarled back, gesturing to a couple of his men. The two of them yanked the sobbing female teacher up and dragged her to the centre of the room. “Be grateful I’m not starting with one of the kids!”

Wally’s fingers tapped harder and faster, becoming a blur as he wondered what to do. There was no way he could change fast enough and take down all those goons at once, not when he had so inconveniently left his patented Flash ring in his backpack at the entrance to the Labs. And it wasn’t even any of the regular crew, either. At least with one of the Rogues, he would be safe in the reassurance that the only people really in danger were the scientist-doctor-guy and Mr. Falkoff, what with their policy about women and children and all.

“I’m such an idiot,” he muttered to himself, nervously watching the proceedings. “What do I do?”

“What do you do?” Jared whispered angrily to him, having overheard the last bit. “Are you stupid or something? No, scratch that, you are. You’re not some kind of superhero, Wally—” but the redhead had already tuned him out, his brain suddenly switching into overdrive as all his functions began to speed up. Everything around him was suddenly going in slow motion, getter slower and slower with each passing fraction of a second, and the unmasked sidekick saw the hammer on the gun pointed at his favourite teacher’s head going down, and then the finger was squeezing the trigger and a bullet was about to come out of the barrel. In what wasn’t even a second to everyone else but registered as much longer in his mind, Wally was across the room, pulling Ms. Leroy out of the way of the bullet and slowing back down to normal time. The bullet hit the floor with a ping! and everyone started at the abruptness. Their initial thought was clearly, ‘The Flash!’, but, no. Their teacher was out of the way, Wally West next to her, and no one was quite sure what had happened. No one except the ringleader and Dr. Metz, who seemed to figure it out at about the same time, both turning to look at the red haired boy who knelt next to his teacher.

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“You!” the guy in charge announced loudly. “You’re that…that Flash Brat!”

“It’s Kid Flash,” Wally complained loudly, ignoring the way his classmates were suddenly whispering amongst themselves as they began to process exactly what had just happened. “Honestly, it’s not that hard to remember! It’s not Flash Brat or Flash Kid or Flash Jr. or Flash Boy, or Flash-Tot,” which he had, on one memorable occasion, actually been called, “It’s Kid Flash, okay?”

Before the man could answer, slightly taken aback by the young hero’s forwardness, Wally was accelerating again, sliding past and around the guards, careful to disarm each one as much as he could. He wasn’t moving nearly as fast as his mentor could, but Kid Flash was sure he was nothing more than a blur to everyone else in the room as he took the time to break all their weapons before decelerating to a stop.

“And I really do not appreciate the way you tried to kill my teacher. I mean, god, even supervillains have more respect than you do,” the redhead continued once he was stopped. His hands were on his hips as he glared at the confused gunmen who were looking for their weapons. “And—oh, damn, Flash is going to kill me for this. I just ruined my whole ‘secret identity’ thing…and for idiots who aren’t even competent!” Okay, so they were actually fairly competent; they just hadn’t planned for one of the students involved in their holdup to moonlight as a superhero in his spare time. Wally wasn’t thinking about that, though, as he made quick work of them, barrelling into each one with enough force that he was sure they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. The only thing on his mind was that two whole classes of high school students (as well as a whole group of baddies, two teachers, and one well-respected scientist) knew his secret identity.

The bad part of moving so fast was that while he could process things faster than a lot of computers, he was still a teenager and, as such, it sometimes took his brain a while to catch up to his actions.

With a frustrated sigh, the perturbed sidekick slid back to his teacher, helping her up.

“Ms. Leroy? Are you all right?”

“Um, yes, I—wow. You just…Wally, you…saved me…Flash Boy…” and then the shocked teacher, who had been staring with something like awe, passed out in a dead faint. The redhead sighed again (a muttered, "It's Kid Flash" under his breath) and rested her down before zipping back to where he had been sitting barely a few minutes ago in the space of less than a second. There was, after all, no real point to him pretending to be as slow as everyone else anymore. Seconds ticked by where no one did much more than stare at who had previously just been the school’s weird science geek, each stretching out longer and longer as Wally’s nervous mind sped up restlessly until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You might want to call the police,” he suggested as patiently as he could, and Mr. Falkoff and Dr. Mentz hurriedly snapped to attention, the teacher pulling out his cell phone as the scientist hurried over to the locked lab doors to call down security.

Everyone else, including his friends, continued to stare.

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 4a/?)

What happened after that, Wally is actually kind of embarrassed to say, wasn’t really that dramatic. Before security got there, the anxious redhead mustered up the courage to confront his classmates (and teachers), basically begging them not to tell anyone and stressing the overall importance of the “secret” part of the identity. The group had continued to stare blankly, stuck somewhere between awe and shock, but with a bit more prodding, the paranoid sidekick had gotten them to agree. When security arrived and questioned them all, the general consensus was that it had all happened to fast for anyone to see, prompting them to write it off as “saved by the Flash”. Everyone in the class got dismissed early, and if the bad guys rambled about knowing Kid Flash’s secret identity, it got written off as the ranting of mad men.

The days that followed didn’t bring any significant changes to Wally’s life. His friends ribbed him between shocked awe and the myriad of questions they had for him, and if Mr. Falkoff went a little easier on him in class, well, that was no big deal, really. There was a not-so-surprising decline in the random appearances of one Owen Mercer in Wally’s general surrounding area—but, well, that was just a benefit. As it was, things easily stayed the same, albeit with his non-hero friends quizzing him on his extracurricular activities almost everyday and shared looks among his classmates who had been there. Best of all, no one found out that his secret identity had been compromised.

And by no one, Wally meant Batman.

…Or, at least, that’s what would have happened had Wally lived in a perfect world. Unfortunately, he didn’t live in a perfect world, and the events that followed were nothing like the ones listed above.
The exposed sidekick did manage to convince everyone not to give away his identity, and the common consensus for security was that everything had happened too fast for anyone to see. That was as far as the redhead saw before his nerves got the better of him, and with Mr. Falkoff’s permission, ditched. Running across the country a few times was enough to clear his head, and he stopped at home for literally a second to leave a note for his parents so they wouldn’t worry when they found out what happened before heading to Happy Harbour.

Mount Justice was empty when he arrived, most of his team at home, at school, or with their mentors. Miss Martian and Superboy were also nowhere to be found, and Wally guessed they were out exploring, as they often did on afternoons when there was nothing else going on. This was perfect, though, as now that he was finally slowing down, the Fastest Boy Alive was forced to figure out what he was going to do. A quick raid of the fridge uncovered a whole feast—proof that M’gann had been watching the cooking channel again—that he set out on the table.

“I’m going to have to tell Uncle Barry,” he moaned to himself, shoving food into his mouth at a rate that would’ve prompted a disgusted comment from Artemis had she been there to see. “I’m going to have to tell Uncle Barry, and—oh my god. What if someone talks? Dead. I’m dead. My life is over. Supervillains are going to sneak into my house at night and kill me. I’m never going to be able to go to school again. Coach Bernstein is going to stop asking me to join the track team.” Wally paused for a second. That last one was actually a good thing, come to think of it.

Either way, Wally was going to have to inform his Uncle that a good fifty high school students now knew he was Kid Flash. Panic was welling up inside of him again, and Wally jumped up from the table, food unfinished, and headed for the entrance at top speed, whooshing right by M’gann and Superboy, returning from their trip to the grocery store. He spent most of the day just running like that, at least until the whole team was summoned for an emergency mission that had been more than enough to take his mind off the day’s events. When he finally stumbled home at one in the morning and collapsed into his bed, more mentally drained than physically, the last thought on his mind was that he would deal with this in the morning.

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Unmasked: Fill (Part 5a/?)

Yesterday, outside of a few people in the Keystone-Central area and the town of Blue Valley, Nebraska, no one had ever heard of Wallace Rudolph West. When questioned, no one would have been able to tell that he had red hair or green eyes or that he was short for his age at 5’5” (but still growing!). Most people would have no idea that for the past five years, his science fair projects had made it to state level—and three of those had made it to nationals. Nobody would have known that he was born to Rudolph and Mary West fifteen years ago, or that his ‘dad’ was actually his step-father, a cop named Antonio Verdi, as his mother has divorced his real father—or even that his real dad was rotting in some state penitentiary somewhere in Nebraska. It wouldn’t have been common knowledge that he and his parents had moved to the Central-Keystone area four years ago, when Antonio had gotten a job with the Keystone City Police Department.

Yesterday, this wasn’t common knowledge. Today, not so much. Wally gaped blankly at the TV, processing it entirely too slowly for someone touched by the Speed Force. There were two pressing questions on his mind. The first: ‘How did they find out all this stuff so fast?’. The second slipped out without him realizing it, though.

“Why did they have to use that picture?” he moaned as his eighth grade yearbook picture flashed on the news for the millionth time in the past five minutes.

“Yeah, they did get your bad side that year, didn’t they?” Barry joked, trying to ease some of the tension in the room. He was sitting on the couch next to Wally, the cowl on his uniform pulled down as he observed his shell-shocked nephew.

Barry,” his ex-sister-in-law-in-law chided from where she stood in the doorway of the living room, her husband’s arm around her waist. A concerned look was on her face. “This is a serious problem!”

He waved her silent as Wally’s attention turned back to his family.

The forlorn mentor sighed, running a hand through his short blonde hair. “Your mother’s right, though, Kid. This is a serious problem.” The teenager opened his mouth to protest, but his Uncle cut him off before he could say anything. “I’m not saying you did wrong. You did the right thing for the situation you were in—your identity isn’t worth people’s lives. I’m just…disappointed that you didn’t come talk to me yesterday. You can always tell me anything, Wally, and we might've been able to do better damage control, even had J’onn mind wipe the people in your class, your teachers.”

“I’m sorry, Uncle Barry, I was just…um…scaredyou’dbemad.”

“I’m not going to be mad over something like that, Wally. I’m not Batman,” the blonde scientist grinned, ruffling his nephew’s bright hair affectionately. “Batman who most likely will be angry, but only because he’s concerned deep down in that empty, black heart of his. Also, he’ll probably be pissed off that you trusted a bunch of teenagers to keep a secret like this—ignoring the fact that you’re still…young yourself. But we do need to figure out how we’re going to deal with this. Everyone knows you’re Kid Flash, and mass mind wipes are a tad unethical.”

“Yeah, but…it’s not like the Rogues are going to come after me or anything, right? So it should be…okay, right?” the freckled teen tried tried, hope reflecting in his green eyes. He ignored the underlying, ‘You were kind of stupid, Wally’ that had been clear in Barry’s tone.

“Well, no, I don’t imagine the Rogues coming after you anytime soon, but you have to remember that you’re working for a team that goes on undercover missions. That’s something you’ll have to talk to Batman about, though—yourself. I’m not getting in the middle of that conversation, sorry, Kid.”

“Can’t he just deny his involvement?” Mary asked. Her voice had taken on a pleading, slightly desperate tone. “Say they got the wrong person?”

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 6a/?)

Wally approached Central City High at top speed, and with a sigh noticed the seemingly frozen bodies of even more reporters lurking outside the front. He changed directions almost instantly, zipping around to enter in through the back entrance of the school (where there were still reporters, but markedly less of the annoying gnats). Still yet bustling bodies of his fellow students were easily avoided as he made a beeline for the bathroom, only coming to a stop in one of the stalls—and running into the wall for his efforts. It was hard having superspeed when he was such a klutz. His mother blamed it on puberty.

“Just you watch,” Mary was always saying, “When you grow into your feet, you’ll never trip again.”

Yeah, if he ever actually grew. It bothered Wally frequently that he was the third shortest on the team. It didn’t matter that his other three team members were an Atlantean, a Martian, and a genetically engineered alien clone. The only two people he was taller than were Artemis (who didn’t count because she was a girl and he was supposed to be taller than her—even if it was barely) and Robin (who was two years younger than him and had only just started growing but was already taller than Wally had been at thirteen). The fifteen-year-old had looked up the average height for people his age—5’8”—and he fell a whole three inches short. Even everyone’s surety that he was just a late bloomer was no reassurance (“Tallness runs in the family,” was another of his mother’s favourite sayings, and even Uncle Barry had given him a whole talk about how most men grew into their twenties). As far as Wally was concerned, he would forever be short and clumsy and even when he finally became his own hero and gave up the Kid Flash mantle (for what name, he hadn’t decided on yet, though he and Robin talked about it all the time) no villains would ever take him seriously and they would just laugh at him for always running into things and tripping over air and the fact that he couldn’t vibrate through things without getting a bloody nose—all while sitting outside his house eating popsicles because they would all know his not-so-secret identity.

Wally banged his head against the door of the tiny green stall out of frustration before huffing and stepping out of it. He pointedly ignored the blatant stares he got from the other two bathroom occupants as he walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to homeroom. It seemed there was no one who could stop looking at him in his entire school—students, teachers, and faculty alike—and the redhead spent the entire walking completely tuning out all the hushed whispers and awed stares that followed him until he walked into his classroom. Then, everyone just fell silent and gaped. Wally stood awkwardly in the doorway for what seemed like five hours to his fast-processing mind, but was only a few seconds. He felt like the new student all over again, only this time everyone actually liked him.

“Oh, Mr. West, you’re here,” his homeroom teacher—Mr. Jorgensen—was obviously surprised as he greeted the boy. The usually mousy man seemed more nervous than normal. “And…you’re on time.”

Oh. That explained why the man seemed extra skittish. Though, in Wally’s defense (that he refrained from saying out loud), he was only ever late when Barry ran him to school. His uncle had a legitimate deficiency against being on time. Fastest man alive, and still always the last one to show up anywhere.

Completely ignoring his teacher, the redhead moved to take his usual seat in the back of the room. He plopped down in a desk next to Hunter and grinned nervously at his friends. Linda sat on his other side, a rather thick novel in hand, with his other friend Chester in front of her, the large black boy munching away at a Butterfingers.

“Uhh…hey, guys.” The sidekick smiled nervously as the chatter in the room began to pick back up, the rest of the kids in the class adjusting to his presence. Wally also ignored the fact that they were most likely talking about him.

“Good morning, Wally,” Linda replied simply, no different from usual.

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 7a/?)

“Thanks, George,” the reporter smiled blindingly bright as she responded to the news anchor talking to her (and the thousands of people watching this at this very moment from their couches—supervillains included), “I’m here live at Central City High School with the Flash Kid—”

Kid Flash.” God, why could no one ever remember the name? It was simple!

“—Kid Flash himself. Mr. West, is it?” the blonde bimbo turned partially away from the camera to face the teen. Her microphone was shoved directly under his nose, and an expectant look was on her terrifyingly interested face. He felt like he had that one time he had been forced into the school’s rendition of Julius Caesar (the guidance office had forced him into drama, rather than letting him take an extra science class) and his toga had fell off on stage in front of the entire audience.

…At least this time, he wasn’t mostly naked.

“Um…it’s Wally,” Kid Flash corrected in a mostly resigned voice. This was clearly going to happen no matter what his opinion was. Who the hell had even let a reporter into the school? Didn’t that violate some code in one of the five million handbooks the school board forced them to read at the beginning of each year? If it didn’t, Wally firmly believed that he should. He was, however, grateful that it seemed like the anchor had introduced the segment because he would definitely have zipped off if the lady had forced him to wait through all the introductions—and that would definitely only cause even more of a media storm. There was a difference, after all, between everyone seeing archived footage of him saving people, and using his powers to escape on live television.

“Ladies and gentlemen, everyday after school this young man works with Central City’s very own Flash, putting his life on the line to help keep us safe.” And, oh dear Lord, she really was about to go into a long introduction. Wally did the only thing he could think of to not make this situation even more of a mess.

“Um…could we do this faster? I have English,” he cut in, and Natalie Smith looked completely taken aback for all of five long, drawn out seconds before that sickeningly sweet smile was back on her heavily made-up face. Even with his gratuitous nature when it came to flirting with women his own age and older, the redhead would never have tried to put the moves on such a fake lady. Her boobs were probably plastic, too.

“Oh, of course. So, you’re fifteen, aren’t you, Wally? And in the tenth grade?”

“Um, yeah.” He was shifting his weight from foot to foot so fast that no one could perceive he was moving.

“What made you decide to become the Flash’s sidekick?”

“I’m his partner,” the boy corrected rather petulantly. “And the Flash has always been my favourite superhero. I founded the Flash fanclub at my elementary school—that was before I had my powers.”

"So you weren’t…born with your speed?”

“No,” Wally replied. A moment of silence passed, and he realized that she wanted more than that. In the most deadpan manner he could (one that even Robin would be proud of) he continued, “I was hit by magical lightning from beyond that, instead of killing me, gave me superpowers.”

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 8a/?)

The day continued mostly uneventful. Wally was having a hard time dealing with all the positive attention he was getting all of sudden. One notable freshman had even wandered up to him and asked for an autograph. He had sort of meandered away when he realized he most likely wasn’t getting one after the older teen continued to stare blankly at him for a while.

And then…Physical Education happened. Wally had never had a problem with his P.E. class before. He had always been one of those students overlooked in favour of the athletes. He never caused trouble, never spoke out, and if he were suddenly the target of five million idiots’ idea of ‘fun’ and ended up with a whole legion of balls thrown at him, well, at least he didn’t wear glasses. He hadn’t even thought about what would happen in this class until it was 10:13 a.m., the bell for class was ringing, and he was half dressed-out in the locker room (at least he wasn’t getting stared at now; no one really wanted to be caught watching another guy change). By then, it was too late to panic, and Wally had just accepted that whatever was going to happen was going to happen and headed out for the basketball court. It was Dodge ball day.

Of course.

It wasn’t even five minutes into the game that the problems started.

“Coach Harrison!” one of the other guys in the class called when he sidestepped a ball coming his way. “Wally’s cheating!” And, oh dear god, this was exactly what Wally had been ranting about to Natalie Smith this morning. Idiots like this.

“No, I’m not!” the redhead replied hotly.

“You so are—you wouldn’t have been able to dodge that ball if you weren’t a freak, freak.” Wally steamed, his lips pulled into a thin line. Red eyebrows narrowed, and he opened his mouth to snap back a scathing insult (maybe one of those Atlantean ones translated—Kaldur certainly knew how to belittle an opponent, as rarely as he did it). Before he could reply, though, the Coach spoke up.

“West, you’re out.” The stocky older man didn’t even glance up from whatever he was writing down.


Now Harrison looked up, the bill of his baseball cap shadowing his eyes in a way Wally thought could easily rival most supervillains he encountered.

“You heard me, boy. You’re out.”

“I wasn’t cheating!”

The whole class had stopped playing to watch the scene. The kid who had offered the accusation (Alex, or something like that—Wally couldn’t bother to remember) stood back smirking.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re out. I saw your little tantrum on the news this morning. You doing what you can do ain’t fair to the other students. You can sit in the bleachers for the rest of class.” Steaming didn’t even begin to fully explain Wally’s feelings in that moment. He had always had an explosive temper—something he had inherited from his father, unsurprisingly. Over the short years of his life, though, having Barry, the calmest man to ever walk this planet and several others, around, getting his powers and learning to slow down in order to deal with people and their so dull, drawn-out lives, and moving to a new city had taught him patience and tempered him down, giving him the fun-loving, joking nature most people knew.

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Fill: Unmasked - Interlude (Part 1)

“So, I guess crime fighting must run in the family.” Barry glanced up from where he was trying to find a DNA match in the computer’s database to see Patty Spivot leaning over the table. The blonde woman was smiling at him, but he just stared blankly, unsure of what she was talking about. For a second he panicked. She was a smart woman, after all, had she somehow connected Wally/Kid Flash to Barry/Flash?

“You, doing this. Him, the Flash’s sidekick,” she clarified, and he relaxed and turned back to the computer screen. “Must be something in the blood.”

“He and Flash are partners…technically speaking. He’s a little sensitive about the s-word. And we’re not actually related, you realize. He’s my wife’s nephew.”

“You know what I mean. I mean, you brought him with you for ‘Bring Your Child to Work’ Day. Besides, that kid adores you. If I didn’t know you so well, I’d think you were the Flash with the way he worships the ground you walk on.” Barry smiled at the irony of that. “What I don’t understand is how someone so ADD can actively fight supervillains.”

“Oh, Wally’s not ADD,” the blonde man replied. “He’s just impatient. He thinks faster then normal people and hates to slow down long enough to interact with them. He’s gotten a lot better, though—I swear, Wally used to have the worst temper I’ve ever seen.”

Patty paused and frowned, catching Barry’s attention again. “I’ve met your nephew, and I know he’s a good kid and all—but do you think its wise to give a teenager with anger issues a free pass to beat up as many people as he wants? I mean, there’s already a bunch of people protesting the Flash for having a fifteen-year-old fight dangerous criminals, and I think a group of them are accusing your in-laws of neglect and trying to get Child Services involved.”

“Wait…what?” That was the first Barry had heard of this. They had only broken the news about Wally this morning! Sometimes, how fast people could move stunned even him—and he was the Fastest Man Alive. And Wally probably didn’t even know yet. Barry groaned. Wally was most definitely not going to be happy when he found this out. “That’s ridiculous! Mary does a great job taking care of her son. If you ask me, she’s probably too involved in Wally’s life. And Wally’s the most responsible teen—” The Flash was suddenly cut off in his fervent defence of his sidekick by his cellphone. He grabbed it, and glanced at the number. It looked familiar, but the blonde couldn’t place it because this was a new phone—his last one had been frozen during the latest battle with Captain Cold.

“Hello?” he answered. “Yes, this is Barry Allen…no, they’d be at work…I’m not sure what you’re…Wally what?… No, I understand. I’ll be right there.” Barry hung the phone up even slower than normal (and he always made sure to do things extra slowly so that people wouldn’t suspect he was the Flash), and stared dumbly at the thing for a few seconds.

“You okay?” Patty asked.

“Uh…yeah. That was Wally’s school. I think my nephew just got suspended.” He paused for a second. “I’m taking lunch early. They want me to pick him up.”

“Pick him up?” the analyst questioned, one light eyebrow raised. “In what car? I know you take the bus to work. But since you asked so nicely, I’ll drive you.” Barry opened his mouth to protest, but the woman held up a hand to silence him. “Don’t give me any of that eco-friendly nonsense you like to spout. It’s a fifteen-minute drive; it’ll take you a good hour to get there on the bus.”

The woman presented a good point. Unfortunately, it was a two-second journey on foot for the superhero, so taking a ride would definitely delay him in getting there. But the laws of secret identities (which Wally had officially broken all of, even if for the right reasons) gave him no actual reason to refuse the ride without breaking them himself.

“Thanks, Patty,” he finally settled on, shooting the woman a broad smile.

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 9a/?)

Omgsh, sorry for the super long wait. Writer's block hit like a bitch, among other things. This part is short, but it's an update. Sorry.

Wally sat in the waiting area for the principal’s office moodily. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t waiting to be rewarded. No, rather, he was more than likely waiting to be suspended. As if his day could get any worse. It didn’t help that he couldn’t even be alone in his trouble. No, he was joined by another, older redhead, whose long hair was pulled into a loose ponytail. The guy kept glancing over at him, too.

“So,” his companion finally began after what felt like years of waiting (but, in actuality, had only been about a minute or two—superspeed could be a bitch that way). “Wally, was it?”

“Yes, it’s Wally. Yes, I’m Kid Flash. Yes, I’m here because I got in trouble. No, you can’t have my autograph,” he snapped, slumping lower in his seat.

“Well, that’s a relief because I really don’t have a pen on me right now. Though I’m sure I could’ve sold it for plenty on eBay. I’m Hartley, by the way. Hartley Rathaway.”

Wally turned to study his companion more fully, frowning as a hint of recognition slipped through his mind.

“Hey, I know you…” he began, registering the brief flash of alarm that passed over his fellow student’s face, but shrugging it off.

“You, uh…you do?”

“Yeah…you’re that…senior, in band, always getting in trouble for…um…I’m not sure, actually, I’ve never really bothered to pay attention. Sorry.”

Hartley grinned in reply, leaning further back into his uncomfortable, plastic chair. “Defying the establishment, usually. Protests, posters, maybe some minor vandalism, that one time I may or may not have stolen food from the cafeteria to give to someone who genuinely needed it. Just call me Robin Hood.”

The junior hero laughed, and then frowned. “Wait…you stole food from the caf? Aren’t you, like, rich or something? Why would you need to steal it?”

“It’s not about the money! The fact is, we shouldn’t have to pay for lunches. Forcing children to pay for lunch helps perpetuate the system that keeps the rich and poor separate—it creates mindsets and mentalities that keep the poorer among us buried under the beliefs that we have imposed upon them. Why should they starve so that some people who have already made millions can get five dollars more from some overfed, obese asshole who could do with shedding a few pounds before he gets diabetes as a teen? Is it really fair that we should give that idiot another meal just because he has money when we have underweight, malnutritioned kids running around, unable to eat because they just can’t afford it? Even with the so-called ‘benefits’ we have for the poor; those only cover a very, very slim percentage of our country’s destitute—anyone who makes above the poverty line is screwed, and a large majority of those still can’t afford to live. Why should they be punished because of the corporate douche bags who only know of charity as something to get a tax break on so they can make more money? I shouldn’t have to pay for lunch for someone who needs it! That’s a complete injustice! I mean, do you think that’s fair?”

Hartley was staring at Wally in a sort of, “well, you’re a hero, what do you think?” way, only much more condescending. It was as if he were expecting Wally to say something contrary simply because he worked in favour of the “established system”. The redhead had heard that spiel before, more than once, and he never quite knew how to respond to it.

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Fill: Unmasked (Part 10a/?)

Sorry for the delay again. But here's an extra long update for your reading pleasure! From Barry's P.O.V. again.

Pulling up to the school was an absolute nightmare. Reporters’ vans filled the parking lot, with the actual people themselves standing around in a large shark pool full of cameras, waiting to try and get that one quick glance at the boy who was Kid Flash. The instant Barry stepped out of Patty’s car was like blood in the water as one man shouted, “Look; it’s the uncle!” and the rest of the vultures moved in one fell swoop to surround him. Honestly, this was worse than the traffic outside the hall of justice, and if Barry hadn’t been used to dealing with reporters on a regular basis, he might have been put off. As it was, he just ignored them all and pushed through the mass of bodies and blinking lights to reach the front door.

Stepping into the school was a drastic change from outside, as the hallways were almost completely empty—although, it was easy to see kids trying to peak through the windows of the few classroom doors he passed as the blonde hero made his way to the front office.

There was no one at the desk when he reached the inside, although there was a red-haired kid, distinctly not Wally although he did look a bit familiar, sitting in a chair waiting.

“Hi,” the kid greeted with a brief wave.

Barry frowned and raised an eyebrow. “Do I…know you from somewhere?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he replied.

“Huh,” the police scientist began, but before he could continue, the front desk secretary returned. “Hi, I’m Barry Allen? I got a call about Wally because you couldn’t reach his parents. West, I mean.”

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about,” she returned snootily. “I’m sure everyone knows who you’re talking about. He’s in the principal’s office, and Mr. Abbott is just dying to speak with you.” The sarcasm absolutely rolled off of this lady’s tongue. Idly, the superhero wondered what her problem was, but instead of saying anything just politely nodded and thanked her as she picked up the phone and informed the principal of his arrival. There were a few moments of conversing that had Barry shifting impatiently and that strange kid sitting there eyeing him curiously before the woman hung up and directed him through a door at the back of the office with the title “Principal” stamped on the window.

Politely thanking the woman once more, the blonde superhero entered the small office to see his nephew sitting slouched in a chair in front of the desk, arms crossed and glaring at both nothing and everything in a way that Barry couldn’t decide was more like Roy or Connor. Wally seriously needed to cut down on the amount of time he spent with angry people. They were seriously beginning to rub off on him.

Behind the desk sat a rather stern looking brown-haired man, and Barry shot him what he hoped was a friendly, disarming smile as he took the empty seat next to his sidekick.

“Hi,” he greeted. “Might I ask what this is about?”

“Yes,” the principal replied, and here the police scientist noted the name plaque that read ‘John Abbott’ sitting on the desk that was cluttered with papers and binders and several stress balls—much like the tiny, box-like office as a whole, actually. “Well, your nephew here,” the man glanced at Wally, whose glare darkened more, if that were even possible, “caused quite the disturbance in his P.E. class. According to Coach Harrison, he was cheating during the game, and when he was asked to sit out he grew belligerent and disrespectful, even going so far as to use profane language. While I understand that Wally is a…special child, and that he does a lot for this city, I cannot tolerate this kind of behaviour at my school. Especially not from someone who should know better.”

Fill: Unmasked (Author's Note)

Hey everyone!

Sorry for the long hiatus (again), but I'm just posting this up to say that I've not forgotten about this here story. In fact, I'm finishing it as a joint thing between my summer big bang, and my Camp Nanowrimo for June (so you can clearly see just how huge this has turned in my mind).

So it should definitely be all finished and up by October, unless I say screw it and post it as soon as its finished and drop the big bang (but seeing as this is my first big bang, I'm probably going to see it through).

So, yes, this story is still alive and kicking, and if anyone's still reading it, I think you'll like what's going to be coming next, and in the next few months. :)

Fill: Unmasked (Part 11a/?)

Barry ran a hand through his light hair with a sigh as he waited for Patty to bring her car around, doing his best to ignore all the microphones shoved into his face and questions shouted at him by overenthusiastic reporters. He had responded with a simple, “No comment,” as soon as he had stepped out of the building again, but if there was one thing he had learned from his wife, it was that reporters were relentless.

“Mr. Allen, what prompted you to come to the school?”

“Did something happen with your nephew?”

“How long have you known that your nephew is Kid Flash!”

“Are you secretly the Flash?”

“Don’t you find it irresponsible to let a fifteen year old fight villains twice his age?”

“Has the police department found any sort of leads in the death of Jeremy Tell?”

That last question almost stopped Barry up, just for the complete randomness, and if the information weren’t specifically under a media blacklist at the department, he might’ve stopped and answered the lady’s question just to get their minds onto something other than Wally for at least a few minutes. Luckily enough, Patty chose that moment to drive up, and ignoring all the microphones thrust into his face, Barry opened the door and stepped in.

“So?” the woman asked as she drove off. “How’d things go?”

Barry scowled. “Badly. I mean, Wally’s no longer being suspended, but just the fact that that was the go-to option for that principal without even listening to his side of the story or questioning any of the other students on what really happened bothers me. Here I am wondering about, say, the Rogues coming after my nephew, and it turns out the real problem is with ignorant teachers at his school who just don’t like him. I mean, come on! Threatening a teacher? I knew the minute those words left that principal’s mouth that that was a load of crap. I just wonder how Mary’s going to deal with all this. She already gets stressed out enough over Wally.”

Patty blinked.

“Oh, Wally’s meeting us two blocks away, if you don’t mind stopping to pick him up. He just doesn’t want to deal with all the reporters right now.”

“Oh, sure, no problem,” the blonde woman replied, turning her car in the direction her superhero friend was pointing. A few minutes later, she pulled up to the designated curb, and Wally jumped into the car. Barry caught the subtle glare the redhead shot at the woman and sighed.

“Hey, Wally,” the woman greeted easily, glancing at the boy in the backseat through the rear view mirror.

“Hi,” he responded shortly, folded arms across his chest and turning to stare out the window.

“So,” Patty continued as she pulled back onto the road, “Kid Flash, huh? Got to say, I really didn’t see that one coming.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather not talk about it right now,” Wally snapped.

“Sorry, just trying to make small talk.”

“Well, don’t.”

“Wally!” Barry exclaimed, shooting Patty an apologetic look. “Bad day or not, that wasn’t called for.”

“Not called for? You want to know what’s not called for? I do a good thing—a lot of good things, actually—and it’s like all these people are trying to punish me for it! I mean, okay, sure, Coach Harrison’s always been out to get me, but Mr. Abbott? And where does Hunter get the nerve to stop speaking to me! I mean, hey, all I did was save his life. And then—reporters! And this is only the first day! So excuse me if I’m a little stressed—I think I deserve to be right now!”

Fill: Unmasked (Part 12a/?)

Racing with Uncle Barry had always been relaxing. Well, racing might not actually be the right word, as the Flash was infinitely faster than his sidekick, but Wally had been getting faster lately. His family had surmised that it was puberty holding him back. Barry had been fully grown when he’d gotten his powers, but Wally was still developing. Wally, though, knew that no matter what they said, he would never be as fast as his uncle. No one could be as fast as Barry. He was the Flash. And he was even more amazing because he always went slow enough that Wally could keep up with him no problem.

Although, really, it was more the Uncle Barry part of it than the racing part that was calming. Wally found that his uncle tended to exude an aura of calmness and patience that just latched on to anyone standing in the area, no matter the situation. That was why, on the rare occasions that Barry did get really, truly angry, it was a sight to behold. It wasn’t explosive like Wally’s. It was calm and collected, just like everything else about the hero. It was exactly like how the man had dealt with Mr. Abbott, but one thousand times worse.

Right now, Barry was angry. Wally could tell it by the way the red clad man held his shoulders a little straighter and a little tenser, and the edge in his voice whenever he addressed Batman. The teen didn’t know what had happened during the mentors’ meeting, but the empty pit in his stomach that had gone away after the long race around the world with his uncle, the two of them stopping at all their favourite food stops, was back with a vengeance.

Wally knew he shouldn’t have come to the mountain today. He had been perfectly content to head back home for the day—after all, it was barely even two by the time they had gotten done—and let Barry go back to work, but his mentor had refused.

“You need to face this, Wally, you can’t just ignore things and hope it’ll go away,” he’d said. “Besides, I’ll go back in tonight. Hey, I’ll even talk to Batman for you so you don’t have to.” The playful grin was accompanied by a hand ruffling Wally’s already messed up red hair. “And this way, I can just come over to your house and talk to your parents all at once.”

And, so, they had come to the mountain, where everyone else on the team had already gathered, mentors and all. Flash had frowned to see everyone else there, but Batman had called him to the side to meet with the other mentors before he started speaking. The team themselves had just stood around awkwardly for a while before making their way to the couches to sit around and watch television. Unsurprisingly, when they flicked through the news channels, almost every single one was talking about Wally. M’gann, Connor, and Kaldur seemed completely unbothered (aside from Miss M’s congratulations for saving those kids), but Artemis kept shooting Wally looks of pity and Robin was constantly shifting in his seat, glancing at his best friend out from under the corner of his shades. All it did was make Kid Flash feel infinitely more uncomfortable around his friends.

It was extremely unfair, the redhead thought. These were his friends, his superhero friends. The ones who weren’t normal. He shouldn’t be sitting here stuck feeling uncomfortable because Artemis and Robin didn’t know how to act without bringing up the elephant in the room. Wally preferred the way M’gann, Connor, and Kaldur were acting. They legitimately just didn’t care. Okay, sure, they didn’t see the big deal because two were from extremely different cultures and one of them was basically just an overgrown, extremely mature baby, but just because the rest of the world now knew that Wally West was Kid Flash didn’t mean it should affect how the people who already knew the secret acted towards him.

And then, just when Wally was about to confront his friends, the mentors had emerged, Barry coming out straight-shouldered and tight-lipped, and addressing Batman in clipped tones.

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