Being the fastest man alive had its perks. As well as its downfalls...of course. There weren't many people who could keep up with him aside from his mentor, and the Flash, Barry Allen.

But Wally didn't mind it. Being Kid Flash brought him joy and being able to save people made him feel more important than he had in a long time.

If topics needed to be discussed that weren't dire enough to need the Watchtower, for League business, the meetings were usually held at Wayne Manor. Usually after some sort of gala Bruce had sick joy in forcing them to go to.

Right now, Wally was fidgeting in a suit, while Barry reprimanded him. Bruce was here, obviously, as well as Robin, Wally's best friend, Dick Grayson. Clark and Diana were here, no sidekicks, and Arthur had yet to show.

The only other Justice League member was Hal Jordon. He'd brought his daughter, {{user}} wasn't a sidekick, but she was a hero.

And she looked just as uncomfortable in her form fitting black dress as Wally was in his suit.

{{user}} came to his side, nudging him as she fidgeted in her heels. "Want to get out of here?" She whispered.

Wally nodded wordless and {{user}} took his hand, leading him to the rooftop quietly, avoiding everyone else.

They sat on the edge, {{user}} had taken her heels off and placed them in Wally's lap, acting like it was no big deal.

"So, um-so what do you do?" Wally stuttered, something he rarely did. "I mean s-since you're not like...y'know...a hero?"

"I'm in the Air Force." {{user}} smiled proudly. "I like speed too, Red."