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[b][right]TITAN TOWER // SAN FRANCISCO[/right][/b]

Loren Jupiter, their financier, didn't cut corners. The tower acted as their command post and training centre, the best. The sparring room could handle everything the team could throw at it. From the light constructs made Kyle, to the raw physical strength and power put out by both Troia and Conner. Wally put the treadmill to the limit, he thought he was going to manage in breaking it. Then Roy decided to take that personally and built it stronger than it was before, and was able to handle even greater speeds. Wally still had to find a way to get him back for that. This, however, wasn't the most impressive or most important room in the tower. At least not as far as Wally was concerned. 

Yes, his bedroom was spacious and comfortable. Even though it was situated all too close to Troia and Kyles rooms, which meant he was continuously hounded by their... colourful disagreements on music and pop culture. A flurry of movement, a whirlwind of chaos and Wally was dressed and passing through the halls. Passed the entertainment suite, cool but still not the most impressive room. Passed the 'control' room and labs. Again, impressive. They almost rivalled the facilities offered in the Hall of Justice. Eventually, he reached his target, the most impressive technological achievement within the tower. The Kitchen.

Originally, there had been a Chef on staff and several cooks. They, however, no longer served Wally. It wasn't his fault that he required more calories in a day than others did within several months. Opening the door to the walk-in freezer, he grabbed several boxes of frozen pancakes. Piling them high onto several plates, he tossed them in the oven. Tapping his foot impatiently as he waited. As the microwaves beeped in synchronisation, he moved from one to the other. The pile on his 'main' plate grew higher and higher. Every pancake was slathered in butter, and then the whole heap was coated with a healthy coating of the finest Canadian Maple Syrup. He had nipped across the border the day before to get it fresh from the source. It was better that way.

Dragging his fork through the pile of pancakes, he shoved them in his mouth and chewed wildly. Syrup and butter covered his face as his free hand scrolled through his phone. Reading through the latest headlines. Cinderblock was being transferred today, they were moving him from his more local holding cell down to Belle Reve where he would spend out the entirety of his sentence in maximum security. They could have held him in San Francisco however, Human Rights activists, and more importantly [i]defence lawyers[/i] liked to complain about the rights of prisoners being violated when those with meta-human abilities were held within only one room. Unable to have any form of interaction or exercise, as the facilities didn't have the means to secure them properly.

Belle Reve didn't have that problem, Wally knew himself that several of the members of the League had helped design the systems Belle Reve used to keep inmates locked up. The team would never have to see his ugly face again. That was a plus, he turned to the news from home. Barry had spent the night battling with Captain Cold again, apparently, the good Captain was attempting to liberate his fellow rogues from Iron Heights. The plan backfired when he found himself in a cell, he couldn't help but feel he was letting Barry down in some way by being out here. Barry had been the Flash for nearly a decade now, Wally had been by his side for the last four years. 

They had both come a long way in that time. The Justice League had been founded much in the spirit of the Justice Society, and when the offer came to join the Titans, well, how could Wally refuse? Some small part of him had to admit, some shameful part. That doing good and helping people was only a small part of why he took up the gig. Yes the tower was impressive, and getting to work and hang out with Roy and Dick was always a plus. More importantly, as proud as he was to be [i]Kid Flash[/i], he felt like he wasn't getting anywhere as his own man, his own hero. Shaken from his downward spiral into his own psyche, an alarm blared, calling for them to suit up. Shrugging it off, he dove back into his pancakes.

By the time everyone else was ready, he'd have finished and caught up. 

He had time.