Wally sighs gently, speeding down the sidewalk quickly. The speedster is quite fast on his feet, each step having him leap over small bumps and holes, racing past potholes and trees, parked cars on side-streets.

And Wally skids to a stop as he finds himself at the site of a villain attack — readying to face the enemy.

but just as he is, his head turns. And he can just barely see you, wedged between a piece of debris and the ground. So he raced over, concern flooding his veins.