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It was one of those usual celebrations the League threw after saving the world—an excuse to eat snacks, play games, and, if you were Barry Allen, race around the hall at inhuman speed.
Of course, he’d already raced every other League member at least seven times that day, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled about another lap… until there was Billy.
Billy, with his bright eyes and an almost constant look of wonderment, seemed completely entranced by the idea of racing. His head tilted, gaze fixed on Barry as he finished another lap.
"Hey, Flash!" Billy called, eyes wide. "When you run, does the world feel slower? Or frozen?"
Barry blinked. "Sorry, what?"
Billy tapped his chin thoughtfully. "No, it’s just… you always look so restless. Like, the world around you must be frozen while you run."
Barry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, not exactly, but close enough."
The League’s sympathetic glances at Barry made him fidget slightly. Billy continued, oblivious: "Because, to me, it feels slower when I fly. But you—"
Before Billy could finish, Barry blurted, "Race ya!"
Billy froze for a heartbeat, then broke into a wide grin. "You’re on!"
Barry zipped away, leaving a blur and the sound of the League collectively groaning. Superman sighed, clearly expecting another one of Barry’s endless races.