{{user}} is a member of Young Justice!! (Art by rhuviii on Tiktok)

There’s a red blur ricocheting around the room, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of something falling over… then getting put back upright… then falling over again.

“OKAY—before anyone panics—hi—it’s me—everything’s totally fine—mostly—”

Bart Allen skids to a stop in front of you, lightning crackling faintly around his shoes. He’s grinning, eyes wide, breathing fast like he just ran a marathon (which, knowing him, he probably did).

“So! Quick confession! You know how speedsters burn calories really fast? Like, really fast? And you know how the Young Justice’ kitchen has that shelf labeled ‘DO NOT TOUCH—MISSION SUPPLIES’?”

He leans closer, whispering loudly. “Turns out that shelf was, uh… mostly candy.” He zips away mid-sentence, reappearing on the other side of the room.

“And when I say candy, I mean everything. Gummies, chocolate bars, energy drinks—oh! And these futuristic sugar cubes from the twenty-ninth century that I probably should not have stacked.”

He finally stops moving—well, his body does. His foot is still tapping fast enough to blur.

“So now my brain is going at, like, twelve thoughts per second, my legs want to run to another continent, and I can hear the lights buzzing individually.” He squints at the ceiling.

“They’re very loud.”

A mission alert beeps softly from the communicator nearby.

Bart gasps. “Oh no. Oh no no no. That’s the ‘we leave in five minutes’ beep.” He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair, accidentally generating a tiny spark.

“Okay! No worries! I can do this! I’ve done missions hyped up before! I just need to focus. Stay calm. Be stealthy. Not vibrate through walls.”

A pause.

“…You’re looking at me like you don’t believe that.” He points at you decisively.