A/N- *cue horror music* I'm baaack... Miss me?

Alrighty, this episode tag (possible two shot) comes from 'Bloodlines' or episode 2x06. (I won't get into production codes or air dates, because Wikipedia has a tendency to be a big fat liar.) The idea stems from how Barry and Bart were doing that talking at million miles per hour thing, and running laps around Kid Flash. Poor Kid, I feel bad for him... So, I thought, why not exploit his misery for some reviews?

He felt strange being back in uniform as brief as it lasted. Not that he didn't miss the adrenaline, the speed, or god forbid the tights, but he had promised himself that he was never going to go down that road again. He had thought that he had hung up his mantle for good. One call from Nightwing changed all that.

That call might as well ruined his night, because he knew the only thing he was going to do now was brood on his and Artemis's sofa until she came home. All the while, recounting the events that made him so miserable. It was like the entire night stuck on a freaking time loop.

It all started with the call and in the blink of an eye, he was out the door.

In record time he was at Jay and Joan's waiting to see if there was a chance he would be needed. He had gotten his hopes up yet again. His Uncle hadn't even needed him when he was the designated partner of the Flash. He had no idea what made him think that there was something that could have been gained from him meeting the new speedster.

Nevertheless, he raced over, and when he arrived, his heart all but dropped.

A kid with brown hair, light green eyes, and an attitude that could only come from an Allen, was all but jumping on his Uncle. It didn't take his advanced science courses on genetics to tell them that they were related. Nor did it take any of his hero training to recognize a pint sized speed demon. That kid, who he later found out was named Bart, had all the makings of the perfect Flash. Resentment bubbled in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it down. It wasn't fair to the kid to judge him before he knew him. Even though he already had the connection with his Uncle that had taken Wally years to work up to.

He held his tongue for the most part during his visit. He listened to the discovery of Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry's twins, Bart's identity, the news of an attack in the middle of Central, hell, he even encouraged Bart to chase off after Barry like he had done so many years ago. He thought he was getting a handle on his unwarranted jealousy.

Or so he thought. His Aunt had given him that look that he knew all too well. She wanted him to go and make sure that the Flash made it back. She wanted him as close as he had once been to his Uncle. Ever since he stopped being Kid Flash, he drifted from his extended family. He blamed school and his amazing girlfriend, but the truth was, he didn't think that anyone wanted him around. The only thing he really had in common with his Uncle was the Flash. Without that, he was just the science dork of the family. It didn't help that he wasn't even related to him. When he stopped being a hero, the only binding factor between them was Aunt Iris, and the day she stopped forcing him to visit was the day hell got a water park.

Despite his protests, he still went to the fight. The familiar yellow and red slipped on just as well as it did two years ago, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss it. Fighting back nostalgia, he started running like he hadn't done in years. It was fantastic. In seconds he was running into a police blockade. The idiotically placed blockade, he might add.

If the pulsing red light he could clearly see not too far away grew, the cops would be destroyed. He needed to get the trucks moved. He knew that if he were to jump in on Barry and Bart's movements, he would become more of a hindrance than a help. The least he could do was move the civilians out of the way, but the chief of police wasn't having it. As it turns out, if you retire for two years the cops aren't willing to listen to a word you say. At twenty years old he still had to get Barry to vouch for him. A word from his uncle, and the police were packing up and moving out.

However, that wasn't what almost killed him inside. What really put his misery over the edge was Impulse and Flash. They were working together like they had been doing it for years. They spoke to each other in a speed that he could never hoped to match. He couldn't keep up with them. As always, he was left behind.

He had been dancing around that realization for years before he finally understood that he would never be as fast as his Uncle. All the promises of being faster when he got older were lies stacked on lies. He figured that out when he was eighteen. That was the real reason he quit being a hero. He was afraid that he would be left so far behind, Uncle Barry would forget about him. Apparently, he was right.

They may have included him in their plan, but it was obvious to him that he wasn't contributing in the least bit. As usual, his Uncle sped past him, but this time he was accompanied by a red and white blur. The two of them circled him over and over again. It was one thing to admit his failure to himself, but it was another for his greatest insecurity to be rubbed in his face by a kid from the future.

He was dead weight, and that fact was only reinforced when he had to be half dragged out of the way of Neutron's explosion.

That moment pretty much set the tone of the rest of night. He couldn't see the breaks between Neutron's pulses, because he didn't have the 'Allen sight.' He watched Bart trip Barry, and he had to swoop in at the last minute with Jay to save them both. Then, to take the cake, Bart couldn't go home.

He wanted to scream. He was booted from his place at third best speedster to fourth in the course of one night. He wanted nothing more than to throw a tantrum like a five year old and eat everything in the fridge. The only thing stopping him was the threat of Artemis killing him. Life wasn't fair.

"You know I felt the same way about Tim when I first met him."

The sound of his best friend's voice cut through the darkened air of his apartment, and he was thankful that Artemis was taken a girl's night with Megan. If she caught Dick breaking in one more time she was going to shoot him with the stash of arrows she kept in the broom closet.

"Liar. You love Tim." He snapped back not even caring that his best friend had broken into his home again. Dick wasn't phased by his rudeness. He merely jumped over the back of the sofa and planted himself next to the redhead like he had been owned the place. Knowing Dick, if Wally brought up that detail, Dick would just buy the whole block out of spite.

"Not when I first met him. I thought Batman was replacing me." Wally understood that to some degree. Batman had given away the persona that Dick had created. It was his right to be angry, but he couldn't picture him not liking Tim. The two were as thick as thieves.

"At least Tim isn't everything you were trying to be." Wally sighed.

"Did you know he's better at computers than me?"

"No way." Wally didn't believe what he was hearing. After years and years of losing to Dick in every form of digital competition, it was impossible not to think of him as the best.

"Yep, the twerp can program circles around me, but I don't hold that against him. He's my little brother." Dick's words hung with an unspoken message, but he missed it entirely. Wally wished that he would stop beating around the bush and just tell him what to do. Dick was better at family crap than he was.

"What's that got to do with me and Bart?"

"Bart's your little brother."

"How do you figure that? I'm his cousin once removed. Understand? We're nothing alike and even if we were how could we be brothers?"

"It's not about what he is now, it's about what he will become. He needs someone other than his grandpa to show him the ropes. You have a lot to teach him."

"He can already run circles around me, there's nothing I can teach him." Wally was practically yelling in frustration. The one day he actually wanted his friend's advice was the day he decided to take up a job as a fortune cookie.

"You forget that I've met the kid. He doesn't need to learn to speed up. He needs someone to teach him how to slow down."

A/N- So, that's it. If you think I should add another chapter tell me. If not, I'll end it here.

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