Train-surfing, or Bored Teen Hero at Play [Open]

[kid_flash_found]

WHO: Kid Flash (Bart Allen) and YOU!!!
WHERE: Anywhere there's a railroad
WHEN: First Week of October
WHAT: Riding the open rails the wrong way!
WARNINGS: Teenage stupidity, possibly reckless endangerment, will edit if needed

[ooc: Catch Bart anywhere high-speed or light rail is found, because he gets around]


One of the nice things Bart had found out about the way the nanites interacted with the 'net on this Earth was that when he didn't feel like running between places or trusting his luck to the Porters, he could pull up bus and train schedules at a thought, and read as quickly as he wants. Which is what leads to Kid Flash going train-surfing.

Sure, he could have gotten a ticket and rode inside, but on top of the train, he could feel the wind in his face in a way that tended to fade when he ran as his frictionless aura shielded him from pesky things like air resistance and heat. Besides, balancing on trains was fun, and getting on and off took a little timing and precision. Not to mention any fans that caught him on video will enjoy the thrill of it, without actually endangering anyone or spending every free moment catching purse-snatchers and other petty criminals. He does that, too, but this is just about the joy of the moment.

Kid Flash can't help the tight-lipped smile that keeps threatening to turn into a full-fledged grin as he shifts his weight in reaction to the movement of the car beneath him, a map of the rails with current track schedules and timings kept current on an internalized heads-up-display. And when he notices that he isn't alone anymore, that grin is realized, amber eyes lighting up behind the mask.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

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[made_up_names]

"How are they interfering?" Peter asks, curious and a little concerned. "I hope they're holding you back in a good way." Since, uh. He's not even sure what would happen if someone time travelled here. He can't help but worry about it, okay! It was literally a thing back home.

"I still don't wanna find out you ended up in 1885 or something because you ran around the world backwards or something," he says. "That's something crazy to even have to worry about."

[kid_flash_found]

"Just keeping the power from hitting too high or surging badly. I haven't really had any issues. But then, I haven't really gone all-out, either," Bart said.

"I mean, it's like, do you know how much you can actually lift before you start pulling muscles or something? There's testing powers, and there's being stupid and getting hurt because you didn't think it through. I've done the second way too often in the past to try that again. Besides, if the Speed Force really wanted more influence, it'd just have to strike someone else."

[made_up_names]

All right, that does make some kind of sense. Even Spider-Man can eventually hurt himself by lifting too much.

"I guess so," he says. "But I don't go back in time just because I webbed something too hard."

[kid_flash_found]

"Forward, actually," Bart corrects, then shrugs. "I had to use an unlicensed time-portal to get back here. But since I've pretty much been on the President of Earth's shit-list since before I was even born, it's no big."

He grins, though. "I should give you the formula for my suit material sometime. It's not great for strength or anything, but being able to compress stuff like that and be a consistent membrane at the thinness I need to stay inside my aura might lend itself somewhere."

[made_up_names]

"Forward in time then." Same concept, different application. He'd be in bigger trouble if he skipped forward in time randomly. And as for getting on the President;s shit-list well - his eyes widen, but he figures that's the same issue. Time travel. Always time travel.

"That would be awesome," he says. "I might be able to replicate it? I mean, I'd try." He's a chemistry genius, after all.

[kid_flash_found]

"I made the first Kid Flash suit from stuff I got out of a drug store," Bart said, grinning. "If you can't replicate it, there's something wrong."

Then he paused. "So how have you been? Any trouble in paradise?"