Young Justice Oneshots.

Trendsetter - Wally West

He was your competition. Rival, if you will. Always doing stupid things, which led to you doing things even worse. It was a fight, in a way. Whoever inspired the stupidest actions in teens of the day won for the week. You couldn't help admiring the fact that he still had a sense of duty to the mantle of kid flash, no matter how slim that sense was.
But his most recent stupid act wasn't his fault at all.
Wally didn't mean to be the slowest speedster. He didn't try and attract those outbursts of energy. But he did, and you hated him for it. You also missed him. Which led you to your latest 'trend' idea, which you called boosters. Essentially, people donate rollerskates to you, and you attach rockets to them. You worked out all the kinks in the plan, (on Nightwing's prompting, he didn't want you testing rockets in the mountain without proper preparation) and were ready to test the official, completely safe version. So what if it was mark 12? It wouldn't kill you.
Being a fireproof metahuman was definitely an upside there.
You enter the common room in the mountain, half expecting to see the ginger flirting with M'gann near the hangar, or focusing on a video game, or even just munching loudly on some chicken whizzees.
But no, he was somewhere else in this universe. Or another, personally you had no idea.
You strap on the skates, and with your acrobat like balance, started skating around in a circle. You increased your speed by a small amount, and when you were ready, you introduced the rockets. Surprisingly, the added speed didn't throw you off balance. You could feel warmth in your toes, and realised that you were steaming. Literally smoking hot.
After awhile, you saw only a pale grey - brown in place of your surroundings. And then you slowed - the jets must be out. You observe your surroundings, and notice that you've arrived in a bedroom that looks just like yours did, when you were 13.
You stepped cautiously into the hallway, recognising the house immediately. You find the nearest door to the backyard, and see Wally hiding in the bushes.
With younger you comforting him.
What is up my homos?
I am fandiddlytastic, sorry for the wait on the update. There will be a part two to this one, but I've been hit by a wave of inspiration sent from the gods of writing, and thus have ideas for, like, five other Oneshots. I'll advise you now, expect a lot of two shots aswell.
:) stay whelmed!