Dear Readers,

This story was originally published as a bunch of chapters in Of Super Speed and Wally West, a collection of one-shots. However, I decided to move it because 1) it's not a one-shot, and 2) it's really not about Wally as Kid Flash. I really felt like it just didn't belong - it wasn't the same story. That's why it moved.

However, I kept it in this fandom because it is still Earth 16 - or my version of Earth-16, at least. Roughly based on the comics. This takes place about 10 years or so after Young Justice as we know it. Wally is the Flash, Dick became Nightwing, etc.

This story so far has been beta-ed by Mahlia. Thanks so much to her. I don't own Young Justice or DC Comics.

How To Gain A Kid Flash

Part II

Step 1: Become the Flash

The Last Will and Testament of Bartholomew Allen
As Intended for Wallace West

Hey, Kid.

Wally snarled at the piece of paper, crumpled it again, and threw it at the opposite wall as hard as he could. He clenched his eyes shut and fell back against the wall, hard, sinking lower and lower until his head was level with his knees. The part of his brain that processed thousands of thoughts per second was still going, reminding him that Dick was probably watching him from the security cameras he'd installed somewhere in the dorm. He didn't care. The only thing that mattered was him, and that piece of paper resting on the floor across the room. Blindly, he crawled over, picked it up, and smoothed it out again, like he had many times before.

I don't mean kid in a bad way. I mean that you've been a great kid, the best I could ever ask for, and I always thought of you as mine.

For a will, it was strangely informal. In his head, he could hear Barry's voice just talking to him. That was probably because it wasn't the real will. Barry Allen's will had been perfectly normal. No, this was the Flash's will, if you could call it that, and the Flash would say whatever he cared to. He mentioned college money, referenced the house and Aunt Iris, and told him to mind his parents. Same old Flash.

I'm leaving you the title of the Fastest Man Alive. Of course, it would default to you anyways, but it makes me feel better to think it as something I can pass on. I know you'll do great things with it.

The Fastest Man Alive. That phrase was haunting him at every turn. Nineteen. He was only nineteen. Barely old enough to be considered a man, let alone the fastest one…

alive.

alive

alive…

And Wally, if you'll take it, I gladly wish to pass on the mantle of the Flash to you.

The Flash.

Wally West, the –

He couldn't even think it.

He wouldn't be the first one his age to pick up a new name. Roy had been Red Arrow for years, Connor had become C'nor when moving to Mars with M'gann, and Dick had been sulking around Bludhaven for a month now after his huge fight with Bruce as Nightwing, although nobody knew who the heck he was except Wally. So he wouldn't be the first kid hero to switch names.

He'd be the first (the only, actually) to take up somebody else's name. He should be used to it by now. He was always first. Went with being the…the fastest man alive.

Just say it.

The Flash.

Say it again.

The Flash.

You.

Wally West.

The Flash.

I love you, Wally. Don't ever forget that.