Bart Allen
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A blast of wind almost knocked you off your feet. A red haired boy skidded to a halt next to you with a wide smile on his face.
“I’m not late-am I?” Bart asked, still in his hero costume.
A blast of wind almost knocked you off your feet. A red haired boy skidded to a halt next to you with a wide smile on his face.
“I’m not late-am I?” Bart asked, still in his hero costume.