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runningstart[Kid Flash doesn't usually wake up in weird places.
Unlike some of the other sidekicks, he doesn't really get kidnapped. Too fast. Plus, who would kidnap him? Most of the rogues have a hard time even firing at him, because they're not as bad as they think they are and he's a kid. Or that's what the Flash tells him, anyway. And considering that one time Captain Cold flinched when he heard KF scream -he'd slipped on ice and ended up landing on a piece of shrapnel that went three inches into his knee- Kid is inclined to believe him. He usually goes to sleep in his bed, then wakes up in his bed. Sometimes the couch, sometimes the guest room of Aunt I's house.
But the ground beneath his cheek is rough and sandy, and when KF pushes himself up and can't hardly work up the saliva to spit out the bad taste in his mouth, he knows he's in trouble. This isn't his home. This isn't even Central. The shack around him is falling apart and worn by wind and sun, and he can see peeks of desert between the rickety boards. His uniform is sticking to him because the air is scorching. He feels like he's baking. Better than being in direct sunlight, he supposes, but-]
Whoa, [KF whispers, jumping to his feet and scrambling over to a corner a crumpled form has begun groaning. It's a girl, maybe about his age, and he rests a hand on her shoulder to turn her onto her back. ...a uniform? Looks like GA's, but GA's partner was always Speedy, even if he's split to do his own thing.] Hey. Hey, wake up. You okay?
Unlike some of the other sidekicks, he doesn't really get kidnapped. Too fast. Plus, who would kidnap him? Most of the rogues have a hard time even firing at him, because they're not as bad as they think they are and he's a kid. Or that's what the Flash tells him, anyway. And considering that one time Captain Cold flinched when he heard KF scream -he'd slipped on ice and ended up landing on a piece of shrapnel that went three inches into his knee- Kid is inclined to believe him. He usually goes to sleep in his bed, then wakes up in his bed. Sometimes the couch, sometimes the guest room of Aunt I's house.
But the ground beneath his cheek is rough and sandy, and when KF pushes himself up and can't hardly work up the saliva to spit out the bad taste in his mouth, he knows he's in trouble. This isn't his home. This isn't even Central. The shack around him is falling apart and worn by wind and sun, and he can see peeks of desert between the rickety boards. His uniform is sticking to him because the air is scorching. He feels like he's baking. Better than being in direct sunlight, he supposes, but-]
Whoa, [KF whispers, jumping to his feet and scrambling over to a corner a crumpled form has begun groaning. It's a girl, maybe about his age, and he rests a hand on her shoulder to turn her onto her back. ...a uniform? Looks like GA's, but GA's partner was always Speedy, even if he's split to do his own thing.] Hey. Hey, wake up. You okay?
