"Don't let him goad you, Impulse!" Flash hollered at his youngest family member as she grew red-faced from Zoom's taunts.

"What's the matter, Barry?" The yellow-clad speedster hissed with a malicious smile. "Afraid this little runt might actually work up the nerve to throw a punch at me?" Seeing the anger clouding the eyes of his grand-niece, Flash grabbed the kid and hauled her behind a stack of steel pipes for a second to cool off.

"Look, you need to just tune out his insults-"

"Uncle B, I know! I'm letting him mess with me to distract him from Bart!"

"Oh." Another explosion sounded back from the direction of the fight, and the two hurried back around to see Kid Flash tackling Zoom.

"Guys! A little help here!" The teen yelled, struggling to hold onto the irate villain. Nearly ten minutes the three Flashes had been trying to subdue their old foe within the construction yard, with limited success and tiring patience.

Impulse got ahead of her great-uncle and socked Zoom across the jaw. "Ha! How's that for a runt, huh?"

The villain spat out a bit of blood and glared at her. "You'll regret this, one day, brat." He whispered with a weird glint. "When you're gone and forgotten me, I'll haul away what you hold most dear, to a place you'll never reach."

"Dunno what you're blathering on about now, Thawne, but bear in mind - my cousin isn't so easily intimidated." Bart said with a grin. Irey smiled back as Barry started to help secure the downed baddie. Before he could, though, Zoom started vibrating in place. Flash tried to match his speed, and realized a fraction of a second too late it was a poor choice.

As the combination of Positive and Negative Speed Force met in the air around the two men, they reacted badly - causing an explosion that scattered all four speedsters with various bits of construction supplies.

"Remember, brat!" Zoom's voice was the last thing Irey heard before drifting off into darkness.

-LRR-

"Imp... Impulse... Irey!" Her eyes snapped open, and Impulse nearly sat up so fast she crashed into her father's concerned form.

"Whoa, easy there, girl." He chuckled, catching her around the shoulders. "You hit your head pretty hard there."

"Oww." Irey muttered, rubbing the bump on the back of her head. It wasn't very large, but she didn't doubt that speed healing had decreased the thing in size. "How long...?"

"We just showed up about thirty seconds ago. I don't think you guys have been out for longer than two minutes." Her dad promised, shifting enough for Irey to see Jay Garrick helping up her grand-uncle, Bart already sitting upright and frowning, while Jesse Quick stood in the spot Zoom had been frowning at something on the ground.

"Hey guys?" The young woman called out. "Did Zoom say anything before you chased him off?"

"We didn't, the guy escaped when we had him pinned." Bart grumbled. "But yeah, he was saying something about getting revenge on Irey before he rigged that explosion."

"Oh. So, nothing to explain this little guy, huh?" That got all of them to come over to see what she meant.

Sure enough, there was a dark blue piece of some shiny material wrapped around a small form curled on the ground, a bit smaller than Irey. Peeking out from the top of it was a mop of tufts of red hair, held back from a pale forehead by dark grey goggles. Underneath that was a black mask around closed eyes.

"Huh." Barry muttered, reaching down to gently take hold of the little one's shoulder. "Hey, you alive in there, kid?"

An indistinct mumble, sounding something like lemme lone, Rishrd made its way out, but aside from that and a twitch, the figure didn't respond.

"Better check for injuries." Jay suggested. Nodding, Barry rolled the kid onto his back, untangling some of the fabric, which turned out to be a long cape that went from his neck and shoulders down to the kid's knees. Once it was out of the way, all of the speedsters were able to fully see the costume beneath.

Dark grey gauntlets with blue markings and attachments ended in two-inch claws. A silver utility belt wrapped around his thin waist, securing pants the same shade of blue as the cape and a rusty red tunic. Green sleeves so dark they looked black matched the high top boots, and last but not least the yellow R within a circle over the left side of the kid's chest.

That alone was enough to keep all six talkative speedsters from saying a word.