"So you're a tourist...From the future." Tim clarified, looking at the...odd speedster that was sitting in front of the teenagers, with a skeptical look. Dick and I were a little ways a way, Dick filling up a glace of water as we both scanned the 'tourist'.
"Why so surprised?" The brunette-Impulse-asked. "Half the meet at comic-con are from my era."
This seemed to irk Maia as she hit Impulse's gut with the butt of her sword, winding the speedster.
"Clairvoyance!" I exclaimed and my protégé shrugged innocently, sheathing her swords as she muttered an innocent "What?".
"Look...look, guys." Impulse panted, regaining his breath after my protégé's attack. "We should all be friends, I'm really one of you! Part of the heroic legacy, right? My name's Bart Allen, y'know, grandson of Barry Allen, The Flash?"
Well there goes Barry's secret ID
"Do we believe him?" I whispered to Dick as he straightened up, glace finally full.
"Not sure yet." Dick hummed before walking over to our teammates. "Well Bart," Dick spoke in a terrible attempt at acting hospitable as we entered the conversation, "Coming all the way from the future, you must've worked up...quite a thirst." Dick handed Impulse the water.
"Thanks." Bart said and he leaned forward, taking a drink before jerking away. "Oh, ah! You're trying to get my DNA sample! You need my spit." Bart leaned over and spat into the cup, causing me to cringe slightly. "Ha! That is such a Dick Grayson think to do."
This made us all freeze and halt, staring at Bart in confusion and curiosity.
Did he just...
"How did-" Tim's voice faltered as his head swung from his older mentor-figure to Impulse.
"See! I know stuff only a future guy would know." Impulse beamed. "Dick Grayson." His eyes switched to all of us as he started listing off our true names. "Evangélina Dubois, Tim Drake, Maia Henate, Garfield Logan."
"Ya a future guy...or a bad guy!" Maia exclaimed, unsheathing her daggers again and pointing one at Impulse's neck. This time I didn't stop her, only holding her shoulder to ease the tension; silently telling her to wait a moment.
"Your real name's Tim!" Gar cringed, pointing at his friend before turning to Nightwing. "And yours is...Dick?"
"Reaction sound familiar?" I whispered to Dick. I had had a very similar reaction upon learning Dick's true name. However, my joke didn't stop both of the bat-children from glaring at both Gar and Impulse.
"Oops, spoilers." Bart said, slouching and grinning bashfully. "This secret ID thing is so retro! I mean, you can call me Impulse, or Bart, or Bart Allen, or Bart Impulse Allen: it's all crash."
"Dear God you're worse then Wally." I deadpanned.
"Agreed, you talk too much." Maia groaned, pushing her sword slightly closer to Bart's apple. Bart looked slightly nervous, but I have a feeling he knew Maia wouldn't do any permanent damage.
"Is it possible he might actually be telling the truth?" Tim asked Dick. "Could he really be from the future?"
"He certainly acts like a member of the Allen-West family." Maia deadpanned, but was soon shoved out of the way by an anxious Garfield.
"Tell us something we don't know yet! When do I become leader of the team? When do I join the Justice League? When do I get my own reality series?" Gar growled, but was cut off by Maia kicking the boy much like he had done with her.
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The Winds Continue: Young Justice, Zephyr Book 2
FanfictionLina Dubois is no longer the young girl she was when she agreed to become Red Tornado's protege. Now she has a house, job, and even a protege of her own. She's grown up: but to be honest, she doesn't care. What she cares about is her friends, family...
