With happiness and shock, there was a pause around the world. In all the predictions, in all the jokes, it actually happened.

"This can't be happening," Flash moaned as he passed back and forth. He hadn't been able to tell anyone. No doubt that the news had covered it anyway. How would he even explain this? He didn't ask for it. But he couldn't really say no to it. Not without giving his only possibility of a normal life and possibly having it not even work.

"Sir, we are ready for you."

Oh dear lord. Batman was so going to kill him.

It all started months ago. Candidates were being chosen to run for president. The two republican and democratic runners as well as a well funded and well backed Lex Luthor. It was a nightmare. People were picking sides, some genuinely wanting their choice to win. Others, many others were commenting how they didn't really like the candidates but were choosing the least bad person they could see.

Flash had been in a diner in Central where people were talking about how crazy things had gotten with politics.

"Why can't there be one decent candidate?"

That was the phrase that kept going around. They were saying decent ideas. But people felt they couldn't trust their words. Unlike their resident hero.

"Please, who could run the country and not be a total corrupt ass?"

"Hey everyone!"

"Flash!"

"Hey red! Here from pie?"

"I would love some Erma. How are the kids?"

People in the diner smiled at the easy going nature Flash had. He was, a different kind of person. He wasn't a terrifying crime fighter or an egotistical showoff, or a clueless brawler. He was laid back and down to earth. He was honest, but gentle.

"Why can't someone like Flash be President?" Someone asked. The question was innocent enough. And probably would have been just kept as a joke.

It would have, if one Trickster hadn't overheard the mention. With a devious glint in his eyes and a manic smile, he ran off to meet with the rogues.

The rest, well it was history.

It started as a joke. A couple shirts. Posters. A few out of context conversations from the Flash made into an online video.

It took a life of it's own. More and more people began to, perhaps jokingly, joined in the Flash for President campaign. Something Flash remained unaware of with his own busy life and sporadic lifestyle.

Everyone slowly began to take him more seriously, as an actual candidate. It was unbelievable when he actually one.

The Flash. The superhero.

And his counterpart?

He had to be in the police lab tomorrow to look over a double homicide. Ah, the life of Wally just got even worse.

He didn't want to think of what would happen when he saw the league.