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Chapter 1: A Practical Joke

Wally's POV

I leaned back deeper into the couch and tried to focus on the TV, but with no results. All I could think of was the cookies. Megan was cooking and I just had to have some of the pastry.

The unfortunate thing is with being super fast and super hot is- you can't be patient. I mean, I can't sweet talk the cookies into baking faster.

I reached over to the table next to me and started flipping channels. News-no. Looney Tunes-no. There had to be something on- or something to do.

Then it popped into my mind. There was something to do. I craned my neck and turned it this way and that, looking for a victim.

Rob? Nah, he'd get revenge too quickly, and painfully.

Superboy? Even Kid Flash knows better than to mess with a super-strong, super-gullible, super-naïve kid, especially the ones who are clones of Superman.

Megan? If I did that, would I get any cookies?

Kaldur? The dude can take a joke, but he's too nice.

I looked around the room and saw no one else and slumped back into the couch, then looked at the clock. Then back at the couch.

Double take.

Why did I only count four other teens in the room? I recounted. Still only four. Let's see: Robin, check; Superboy, check; Megan, check; Kaldur, check; Artemis… no check. Ah, so the blonde haired demon was not in the room. In some ways, this made it easier to play a practical joke on someone, in some ways, a bit harder.

Why it's easier: There's nobody around to stop you or warn anyone about the joke.

Why it's harder: You have to track down the target.