Bart has never been more glad for a party and social interaction in his life.  The idea of having to stare at the stupid research paper for another minute was going to fry the eighteen-year-old's brain out, and Bart had found himself wishing the Team could call, and say "Impulse, please, we need you so much."

But today was Jay and Joan's anniversary, and here was Bart, far, far too late for the party.  He found himself rubbing his temples tiredly already, and--oh hey.  Call.  Grinning a bit as he picked up, he listened to Dick.

The smile had slowly slipped off his face as he walked towards the Garrick's home.  Well, there had gone that idea.

"Careful kid,"  Bart found himself saying as he hung up on Dick, walking into Jay and Joan's house--why had the door been open?--and Bart eyed this imposter in the yellow-and-red 'Kid Flash' motif unhappily,  "If you are what you say you are, revealing too much could crash the whole time stream."

Today was going to be the day. It was a Saturday morning, a nice and balmy seventy-two degrees and sunny, for Keystone City, Kansas. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and it was nine am, and Bart Allen was still asleep in the next door city of Central City, Missouri, with his alarm clock still going off.

A soft groan escaped Bart's lips as he finally awoke. Slamming a hand down, Bart looked at the alarm clock blearily. As the time properly set in, green eyes widened, and Bart rolled out of bed. Oh, today was the day! He had to cheat and use superspeed, but Bart quickly assembled himself in the yellow-and-red costume that belonged to Kid Flash.

It'd been altered to fit his smaller build, as the last time it'd been properly worn had been when his cousin, Wally West—the current Flash—had worn it back in the day of a few years ago. Bart looked in excitement in the mirror, before he pulled the mask, and the goggles up and onto his face properly. A big dopey grin appeared, and Bart quickly pulled his boots on, and ran out the door.

Today was the day. And as Bart skidded to a stop in front of the place he and Wally had agreed to meet—on the Keystone side of town—he began to vibrate in excitement, feeling it in his bones that today was going to be a good day.

Wally tilted his head a little, before lightly nudging his shoulder. “What’s up?”