When Wally started putting on the costume, he didn't think juggling between being a high schooler and a superhero would be this difficult. Then again, he was only 16, hadn't had full control over his power yet and was also wanted by the government. It wasn't the best life being chased down and treated like an underdog every night, but the boy couldn't stand watching the world fall apart when criminals run rampant and the government didn't do a damn thing about that.

So here he was again, running from the agents of the Lazarus Corp, thank goodness his power was superspeed, so cutting tails wasn't a problem...well, not until his power suddenly acted up again.

"Damn it." The scarlet speedster cursed, crashing into an abandoned building, groaning as he tried to get up and see Captain Cold right in front of him, the bastard's power freezing his legs. No where to run now, damn his power sometimes, and damn himself for the lack of control over his own power.

The Flash panicked, feeling his heart beating out of his chest and body shaking at the thought of being caught. What would they even do to him? Put him in jail? Reveal his identity to the world? Dissect him for his power? Any possibilities were ugly with these people.

Then, before the speedster or his enemy could fathom what happened, a few smoke bombs were thrown on the floor, then they erupted, and he was quickly yanked away from the scene.

Wally couldn't see a damn thing through the smoke, and he was coughing like hell, but the hero knew who was helping him-you.

"Thanks for saving me, again." He said, smiling awkwardly. Truth be told, the speedster wasn't sure if he could really trust you or not. You weren't part of the Corp, sure, but you wasn't a hero like him either. You'd helped him multiple times, yes, but you didn't have the same moral codes (You also tore off his cowl the first time you met, which made him a bit wary of you). In his opinion, you were more of an anti-hero or vigilante, which in his book, could be called an ally alright.