Wendy's POV

One thing that Wendy Rachel West hated, was when people connected her name to Peter Pan. Her parents had chosen it because it was supposed to mean "red haired" or whatever, but it was an awfully common name. Wendy hadn't truly appreciated common-ness of her name until she became a superhero. Because who is going to remember a name like Wendy?

Right now, Wendy was dealing with another person who "absolutely loved Peter Pan."

"Oh my gosh! I love your name! Do you have any younger brothers? Like Michael and George in the movie?" The woman in front of her gushed.

"No, and my parents chose it because I have red hair," she said simply. The woman she had been talking to was a new intern at the CCPD, and it already seemed like this year's batch of interns wasn't going to be a very pleasant one.

Wendy was young. She knew that. But just because she wasn't old enough to drink didn't mean people could baby her. She was smart. She had graduated high school at sixteen and joined her uncle Barry as a CSI for the police after completing the necessary courses. Almost everyone had been skeptical of her abilities as a forensic scientist, but she had proved to them that she was capable. She was only twenty at the moment, which meant that every new policeman or other law enforcement worker that she encountered instantly doubted her skills. She had learned to just ignore them, because their comments shouldn't matter. They always started to respect her (at least to some degree) after she had solved a tough case or helped them with analysis on a crime scene.

"Hey kid, you can't go up there! Police only!" Someone shouted. Wendy stopped and took a deep breath so she wouldn't snap at the young man. She finally turned and faced him, barely hiding her anger.

"I am not a kid. I am a CSI for CCPD and have worked here for much longer than you have, especially considering you're a new intern. I look young, yes. But I am fully capable of doing my job," she said softly, her voice showing none of the anger she was feeling.

"Oh, um. Sorry," the man told her. She nodded, accepting his apology and turned back around so she could walk to her office.

Once she arrived, she saw that her uncle was already working on some DNA tests.

"Hey, Uncle Barry. Whatcha working on?" She asked with a happy smile. He turned to face her with a matching grin.

"I'm working on the Widman case. I just have to get this darn computer to work and then we'll have our guy," he replied easily.

"Cool, what'd Cap'n have for me?" She asked as she set her stuff down.

"The Captain left your case on the table," Barry answered easily. Wendy grabbed the case file and started flipping through it as she walked over to close the door. Once the door was closed, she went to her desk and sat down. Knowing the door would keep others from hearing their conversation, Barry started to question her about the Justice League.

"So how's it going with your superhero team?" Barry asked.

"Pretty good. We haven't had any crazy villains with world domination plans coming at us recently, that's always good. And mostly, all the crimes have been small things," Wendy answered quickly without taking her eyes away from the case file in her hands.

"Hmm. I heard about your take down of the Rogues yesterday," Barry told her, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Yep, it was kinda weird trying to get them all in a confined space since they usually fight me outside, but I worked through it," she told him, keeping herself modest. Barry laughed.

"You handled it perfectly. You might want to work on your stops, but you're doing great as Flash," he assured her. Oh yeah, she was the Flash and the fastest woman alive.

Her uncle had been the previous Flash until he married Wendy's Aunt Iris and decided to retire. He had taught Wendy everything she knew about her powers. Wendy has trained alongside him under the alias "Kid Flash" until he had decided to retire and she had taken up the mantle of Flash. She had gotten her powers when she tried to recreate her uncle's experiment that gave him his powers-. She had done this while in her last year of high school, and by the time she joined her uncle as a CSI, she had a pretty good mastery of her powers. Her uncle had retired two years ago, and in that time, Wendy had helped found the Justice League. Now, she regularly got calls on her communicator so that she could go on missions and save people. She also had to go to "founders' meetings" with the rest of the original seven.

As she worked through her case file, she talked at super speed with her uncle. They both found it a bit exhausting having to slow down for normal people and enjoyed talking about random stuff at their own (very fast) pace.

"So you've been seeing that guy, Richard? How's he doing?" Barry asked.

"If you're referring to Dick, he's fine and we're not dating. He's a close friend, but I've actually been trying to help him woe Barbara," Wendy replied. "How's Iris?"

"Iris is good, we're getting some of the rooms redone and we're preparing for a kid. Iris was talking yesterday that it might be good to adopt, but I'd kinda like to have our own little ones," Barry answered, brightening as he talked about the love of his life. Wendy couldn't help smiling.

"What if you do both? You could adopt and have your own, I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard," Wendy teased. She knew that Barry was worried about becoming a father but she didn't think he should be worried. He was a better father to her than her biological one. The same with her Aunt Iris and her mother.

"I know. I know. I shouldn't be worried," he said, reading her thoughts. "But I can't help it. I'm just so worried about failing and messing this up."

"You shouldn't worry. If you can deal with me and all my emotional problems, you can handle an itty bitty baby or two," she told him. He sighed and started tinkering with the evidence in front of him, silently expressing that he didn't want to continue that conversation. Getting the hint, she let it go and worked on her own project in silence.

Once she had figured out the case, she brought her findings to the Police Captain. He accepted the folder with a simple nod and told her that she was done for today since things were pretty quiet. He warned her to be on stand-by just in case and then stepped aside so she could grab her things and head out.

As she walked home, she looked at her Aunt Iris's news app. She was about to unlock the door when she saw there was a robbery in progress at the East Central City Bank. She held out her ring and quickly changed into her costume as soon as it popped out of the ring. Then, she raced towards the robbery. As she ran, she felt the experimental hair dye in her hair work its magic. Her hair was usually a bright red-orange, but the hair dye changed it to look like a bright blond when it was exposed to the Speed Force that surrounded her as she ran.

She skidded to a stop (something she had done ever since she started and the media found quite endearing even though she protested its "cuteness) and looked around. The robber was a young man in a flimsy costume mask and an all black suit. He was holding a weird gun and two of his associates stood behind him. Both of the henchmen were also wearing black and they had normal hand guns. Each of the henchmen was holding a hostage with a gun to their head as the leader walked out with bags of money. She sped into the room with her hands up.

"Fellas! If you're going to point those Guam somewhere, point 'em at me! Don't hurt those innocent people!" Flash shouted.

"Flash! Just the person we were waiting for! Boys, get 'er!" The leader yelled. Suddenly, more of the man's henchmen rushed out of the shadows. They surrounded her, but they didn't have hostages, so Flash used her super speed to grab their guns and disable them. She dumped them all in a pile and turned to face the leader and the two henchmen that had hostages.

"Very impressive. But you can't beat me, I am-" he started. Flash quickly cut him off.

"You are a villains and I am a hero. We heroes defeat villains and I will defeat you just because," she said sarcastically. Her hair whipped back and forth behind her as she sped forward and grabbed the hostages. All three baddies fired and she threw herself in front of the hostages even as she pushed them out of the way. One of the bullets hit her shoulder and she winced at the sharp pain. She managed to avoid the blast from the leader's gun and the bullet from the other henchman. She quickly brought the hostages outside and set them down before rushing back in. As she was coming back in, she saw the leader shoot off another piece of energy and she quickly rushed to take away the guns and lock the three men in handcuffs. A short scream drew her attention to a young girl that had wandered into the bank. The blast of energy was heading straight towards the girl, so Flash used even more speed to intercept the blast. The blast hit her squarely in the chest and everything slowed down. She pressed her panic button and looked around the room. The girl was safe and all of the villains were locked in handcuffs and all but the main three were unconscious. The world suddenly sped back up and she had to bite her tongue to stop the scream that pushed through her as the pain from the blast caught up with her. The pain was so great and Flash closed her eyes, easily giving way to the blackness. She felt herself hit the floor and then she couldn't hear or feel anything else.

Officer Tim's POV

Tim knew that he wasn't supposed to go in, the Flash was supposed to run back out and give the criminals to the cops. That was supposed to happen. That was what always happened. Tim had been part of the CCPD since before the Flash appeared, so he knew without a doubt that Flash was more than capable to take out the villains. But when he heard a little girl's scream, he couldn't help it. He ran into bank. The sight that greeted him was that of the Flash handcuffing the remaining men and then rushing to intercept the blast before it hit the little girl. The blast hit Flash and the woman went down. When she didn't immediately get up, he jumped into action.

"MEDIC!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He ran forward and grabbed the Flash. He then carried her bridal style outside to where the ambulances were waiting. He set her down on one of the cots and saw the nurses and doctors present jump into action. Knowing that he couldn't do anything more right now, he ran back inside the bank to take care of the criminals and the little girl.

Doctor Patterson's POV

Richard Patterson had volunteered to work as a First Responder for that week, but he never expected to have to treat the Flash. The officer that had brought her over had sat her down and years of experience kicked in. Richard checked the woman's pulse and his eyes widened when he realized that it wasn't there. He started chest compressions and was about to give the woman mouth to mouth breathing when a black gloved hand pushed him away. He looked up and gasped when he saw that it was Batman pushing him away from the Flash's still form. The man in black pulled out a weird looking white-ish device and pushed it into the Flash's chest. The device emitted a spark and a zap sound and Richard realized that Batman was restarting the woman's heart.

Batman checked Flash's pulse and cursed in a low voice before using the device again. Apparently it didn't work, because when Batman checked the woman's pulse again, he cursed even more venomously. For a third time, Batman used the device.

*Zap!*

This time Flash immediately sat up.

"Oh god, Bats. I-" Flash started. Batman cut her off.

"Don't do it again. I'd prefer not to to have to restart your heart like this again," Batman interrupted. Flash nodded and jumped off the cot. The second she hit the ground, she stumbled and gasped in pain. Batman instantly reached out to steady her and she gave him a grateful smile. As if he had just noticed all of the people watching them, Batman looked up sharply and brought his cape around himself and put his hand to his ear. He muttered something and Flash nodded. She grabbed her fellow hero and sped them away. Richard watched the two heroes suddenly stop as Flash collapsed and Batman shouted at her. A car with a bat symbol on it suddenly raced around the corner and Batman pulled Flash inside. Within a second they were driving away.

"What the hell was that?" someone yelled.

"Is Flash okay?" another person asked in a panicked voice. Richard just shrugged as he looked back down at where the Flash had been laying, still and unresponsive, just a moment ago.

It wasn't until two days later that Batman made an appearance and told the media that Flash was recovering in an undisclosed location because her injuries had made her unfit to continue hero work. Batman assured the public that Flash would return to Central City soon, but she needed to recover.

{ Okay that's my first chapter! I hope you liked it! I update weekly-ish. Please give me your reviews and I can't wait to see what you think! Idon't care if you bash my story a bit, I'd like to improve. So say what's on your mind! Anyways, thanks for reading! See you next week! ~ Sugar }