We're Stardust, You and I | BIRDFLASH

You were the moon, I was the wave

"Okay, here we go. Focus."

Standing still, eyes trained on the car advancing towards him. He was going fast, exiting the highway and making its way down a swerving road surrounded by the canal. Rubber burned on asphalt.

"Speed. I am speed," he whispered.

He loosened his muscles, getting in position, ready to go explode into action. He bounced on his toes, waiting for the call.

"When he hits that last turn, that's when you go, Kid Flash," the communicator buzzed in his ear.

The corner of his mouth lifted up, then he was nothing more than a flash of color.

"One winner, forty-two losers."

He phased through the passenger seat door, reaching over the driver and yanking the wheel heard to the side.

"I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me."

He released the seatbelt from the unsubs buckle and kicked open the door.

"No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick."

He pulled the man out of the car just before it broke the water beneath them.

"I am Lightning," he grunted. He set the man down on the bank of the canal. He pumped his fist, circling the man whose mind was catching up with the past two seconds.

Kid Flashed jumped, shaking off his limbs. "Hey, sorry man. That just happened to be the safest way to pull you over," he said, addressing the man on the ground who started to shake. The redheaded superhero looked up at the whining police cars headed towards the river bank. "The P.D. are pulling up now and will have you in for questioning. Reconsider reckless driving in the future." He tossed a finger gun his way. "Would save you a trip to the station."

"Hey, McQueen, you got a robbery on 6th," the device in his ear buzzed.

"On it!"

***

Wally collapsed in the desk chair, letting the wheels roll off to wherever as he deflated from exhaustion. Right when he thought he was about to doze off, an object hit his chest, startling him to awareness. "Cisco told me that you need to lay off the Cars monologue," Barry, his uncle and personal doordasher, said as he entered the room.

The lab, where the team wasn't really supposed to be lounging in, was deserted, neglecting the two speedsters. Cisco, their guy in the chair, had run out to deal with another issue that didn't need the assistance of guys who could just run really fast. Barry Allen, dressed in his regular civilian clothes, had settled himself at one of the computers and began going over the case that Wally and Cisco had just cleared up.

Wally looked down at the object that was thrown at him, happy to find a bag of cheap fast food. "Well Cisco also said that every superhero needs their own schtick." He unwrapped the burger, kicking his feet giddily as he felt some energy come back.

His uncle shifted his body to peer at his nephew on the other side of the computer, eyebrows raised. "I thought being a speedster was your schtick," Barry held up his hands, making invisible quotations around the word "schtick."

Wally took a large bite of the burger, opting to speak with his mouth full. "Nah, that was your thing first."

"I remember you specifically arguing that it was different because you put the word 'Kid' in front of the name."

"Okay," Wally rolled his eyes, reaching his hand back into the bag for another burger. "That was when I was actually a kid. It's weird being in my twenties and still having that name. Can't let the media think I'm a never aging child."