"Where is it?" Wally asked himself tearing his room apart, "I know it's in here."

"Wally?"

The young speedster whipped his head around to see the eldest of the Flash family legacy, Jay Garrick.

"Grandpa Jay!" he squealed running over to hug one of his favorite old person.

"Hey there. What are you looking for? You've been up here for the past hour."

Wally's face blushed a little.

"Has it been that long?"

"Nah. Just a few minutes. Usually though you move on. So what's eating you?"

"Usually I'm the one who's eating," Wally joked. Jay chucked at his pseudo grandson's rather lame joke.

"Care to tell me what's going on?"

"IkindoflostUncleBarry'sring."

Jay blinked at the jibber-rush that had slipped past Wally's lips. He had lost Barry's ring huh?

"The same one that he's wearing right now?"

Wally blinked in confusion. Then he slapped his head groaning at his futile attempts.

"He's had it this whole time?"

"Yep. Something about leaving it at the mountain?"

"Totally not my fault!" Wally quickly defended, "Rob, the little troll, swiped it wanting to see how you could fit a uniform into such a tiny compartment."

"I'm sure that went over well," Jay smiled. Wally impishly grinned back.

"Well… when he couldn't get it back in, he may have tampered with the ring a bit."

There was a gust of wind from outside accompanied with peals of laughter from an older woman. Both Jay and Wally raced down the stairs to see Joan Garrick laughing at a very sparkly Barry Allen. Keeping his face void of emotion Wally asked, "Glitter bomb?"

"Glitter bomb," Barry acknowledged. Wally burst out laughing at the thought of his uncle opening the ring only to be thoroughly covered in the craft item. Though the smile that came on his uncle's face made him stop. He wouldn't dare-

"You know Wally, you look like you could use a hug-"

Wally ran out of the room faster than a bullet. Barry laughed, saluting Jay and Joan before chasing after his wayward nephew.

"News?"

"News."

Both the Garricks sat down together and turned on the news. Wouldn't you know it? Flash kid was being chased by a glittery menace over the Pacific Ocean. Who knew? They'd have to tune in at 6 with Iris Allen-West for more on the story.

Though if the tackle was anything to go by, maybe they'd hear more about it from Oliver. Poor man should've known that they liked running through his back yard.

Ah, the perks of having Batman level cameras to watch the heroes of today and tomorrow.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe… Well this was more than a little strange. What can I say? Glitter is the herpes of the craft world. Once it's there it never goes away.