It's not that far between Keystone and Central, really, and especially when you can move as fast as the Flash does. Having done his monitor detail at the Watchtower (and really, with only him, Kyle and Orin, well, guess who has to make the most time for it?), checking in with the Titans, cleaning up Keystone and then making sure Bart did his homework, Wally's off again, and hopes Impulse meets him en route as he races, knowing he'll skid to a stop outside the museum in about, oh, say 0.00087 seconds. The museum's facade is lit up by a dramatic set of floodlights, and, normally at this hour, it would be closed. But, tonight, the lobby is lit up inside as well, and you can see Chuck Charlton of GNN standing inside. There's been a pair of chairs set up on the makeshift on-site studio and you can see Charlton's getting his hair primped by a makeup artist. A chubby cameraman stands idly by a statue of Barry, looking up at it through the lens of his video camera. A security guard opens the door for Wally as he arrives, smiling broadly to the World's Fastest Man.. "Good evening, Mr. West. Please come in. They're just getting set up." Yeah, yeah, and Impulse went and did his homework at superspeed. If he could be bothered, he'd finish it all in about an hour. For the year. But that's such a godawfully long amount of time. Naturally, as soon as he's done, he heads for the Museum. After making a couple of sandwiches and eating them, and dumping Wally's laundry into the dryer so he can use the washer, and and and...y'all know the drill. So he gets there a few seconds after Wally's greeted by the guard guy. Skidding to a stop, Wally can't help but look up at the statue of Barry and get lost there in that site for a long moment, because if anyone deserved a stature.... "Thank you, Gary. I appreciate it." Wally smiles politely to the guy, patting the old guy on the arm and moving inside just as he catches that movement behind him. Impulse? Impulse! He knwos that Bart is now more or less known to be Impulse in and around Keystone, but he's not sure if he should call him this aloud. So, as he enters he waves to bart, "This way, Imp." And then he spots Chuck, and a pained expression crosses his face as he remembers the person that introduced him to Chuck originally. But that expression changes to a smile as he walks, yes walks, in. "Evening, everyone." Chuck hops out of his chair and walks over to flash, extending a hand. "Hello, Mr. West. Mind if I call you Wally?" He glances over at Impulse. "This must be Impulse. Hi, there. Chuck Carlton." The cameraman finishes the statue shot from a few angles, then moves around to capture Carlton meeting the both of you. A grip checks a light and nods to the on site producer. Gary stands near the entrance, watching the goings on with a curious air, evidently also making sure nobody breaks anything. The Flash A stylized lightning bolt cutting through a white circle. Likely that is all that you need to recognize The Flash, a lasting legacy. Covering his lean and toned body, save for the nose and jaw, is a suit of sharp metallic red, a shiney streamlined scarlet. Golden yellow boots with thick treaded soles cover his feets, beneath young and powerful legs. The gold is mirrored in the lightning bolts that wrap about his waist and around his forearms, as well at at the 'wingtips' over each ear, and in the bolt Flash symbol displayed proudly in the center of his chest. Silvery white eyes glaze out at the world, keenly expressionlessly while emotion can be seen dancing on his lips from time to time. This suit fits this man better than a glove, as though he were born to wear it. Impulse The superfast Teenage Tornado - Impulse, in the flesh. Standing (except he never stands still) at a rather beanpoley 5'11", Bart doesn't exactly cut a very imposing figure, but that's not generally a problem. He doesn't aim to scare. In fact, his unruly mop of slightly wavy brown hair and equally striking costume are far more likely to cheer someone up than inspire terror in the hearts of evildoers. Clear, vaguely amused amber eyes are shielded by a pair of goggles, which are part of the half-cowl that covers his head (and lets his hair do what it will). Also on his mask, over his ears, are golden mercury-wings, which double as radio receivers. The boy's lanky form is clad in a very loud lycra costume - which tears instead of runs. So it really isn't lycra. It's probably that funky 30th century 'unstable molecule' stuff, that the Legion's uniforms are made of. At any rate, it's sort of an off-white color, with a jagged red stripe down the center, which ends at his boots. Said boots are also red, as are his biker gloves and mask; the boots and gloves are fastened with buckles. Shaking Chuck's hand firmly, Impulse nods, then grins. "Bart Allen," he says, raising his eyebrows. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Charlton." "Oh course, Chuck. I get an invite to a CNN bar-b-que, I would hope you could call me Wally, even if I couldn't make the weenie roast." He smiles and shakes hands as well, looking to Bart and grinning as he speaks his name. So the kid doesn't mind, hurm? He gives his 'brother' a wink and then moves to the chairs. "I take it we should be seated, get the show started? Have to say, I'm kind of curious why you've called us here. The Midwest has been more or less rather sleepy, like always." Chuck pauses. "Bart Allen." He glances at the producer, who shrugs and nods, writing it down on a notepad. "Well, Wally, we've just been reviewing the century's most influential people for the coming millennium. Granted, 2001 is the 'official' millennium, but thats not what the public's interested in. And, of all of our metahuman population, you may have the most interesting and lengthy history." He walks over to his chair facing your two apparently chosen places. "I'll be asking you some simple questions about the role of the Flash over those years...you know; the past, plans for the future, so forth and so on." You paged Impulse with 'Is that a request for superhero action?'. Impulse pages: Well, if this were real life, something bad would happen. But that's not necessarily true in this case. :) He just said it was sleepy, was all. :> Smiling slightly, knowing full well exactly what he just did, Bart flashes Wally a kind of weird, mixed-emotion look. Like, pride - he just linked himself to Barry in the media; nervousness - that's it for his ID; independence...I don't know. Lots of different things in that look, there. But! He takes a seat next to Wally, adopting the role of 'lazy teenager' by slouching into the chair and clasping his hands over his stomach. He'll just listen until they need him for something. Well, listen and watch the camera guys do their thing. Impulse nods, not moving much - just enough to reach over and poke Wally in the shoulder. "I think he wants to hear about Grampa, and about you as Kid Flash, and maybe about Jay, y'know? Or maybe Jesse and Johnny, and that Max Mercury guy." He flashes the camera a winning smile. "Me?" That's Wally's honest impression, his initial one, as he hears Chuck's intent, and he glances to the producer to make sure this is correct? But he takes his seat, facing Chuck, and leaning forward a little. "Actually, Bart's life is probably vastly more interesting than mine. He's from the future, and for the look to what is to come and all, well, I think the emphasis could be on him." He grins to Impulse. The kid is going to take over for him one day. "I mean, I'm just a kid that's getting to live out his dream. How fascinating is that?" He grins, giving a winning smile as he smiles his mask back and off his head, to be comfortable and familiar. "But, for the future? I can't say. All I knwo is that we'll try our besta nd make sure it works for the best." Shuffling some interview cards, Chuck nods. "Before we go into the future, though, maybe you'd like to tell us a little bit about the past of the Flash..." "The past?" Wally looks to Bart first, before replying, and then back to Chuck. "Well, there's been Flashes before me, much greater ones, frankly. Jay Garrick was the first, and he's still a hero. I can only hope to touch as many people as he's done before I've run my last race. But then there was Barry and ... well," he says, taking a moment just to sigh and get this out, "There will *never* be a man like him again. Bart here had a very, very special man for a grandfather. I wish more people could have known him as I did." Chuck hmms, smiling faintly. "Yes. Barry Allen, the second Flash. As Kid Flash you were his sidekick and perhaps knew him better than almost anyone else...tell me; is there anything that the public -doesn't- know about Barry that you want them to hear?" Just grinning openly now, Impulse shifts in his seat. He didn't know his grandfather at all, so this is completely Wally's territory. He wants to hear it, though. Anything he can get, any information at all, is always way, way cool. "Something people didn't know?" Wally considers as that is a hard one, especially since barry was, well, what you say. He didn't hide anything, and that was a great part of his greatness. "I think," he says, looking to Bart, and then back to Chuck, "I think that the think that people didn't know about Barry that they should was he would have been proud, of the newest addition to the Flash family. While I'm sure he could have done things in a more likeable way than I have, I think he would approve." And then he grins, just grins, "That and he was an absolute geek. Well, he loved comics, and man, you should see the collection I inherited." Chuck chuckles dryly. "I see. Are either of you ever...well...overwhelmed by the amount of acclaim your elder Flashes...if that's the right term...can we edit that Linda?" He glances at the producer, who nods. "Are either of you every overwhelmed by the past Flashes' reputations and public following?" Impulse glances at Wally, puzzled, then looks at Chuck. "Well, um...no," he says plainly, shifting again, sitting up a little bit straighter. "Not really. Not at all. I don't know about Wally, but me, it's..." He pauses, trying to find a way to put it that won't have people screaming for blood. "It's this thing I do. I've always done this, I've always had this power; being Impulse, being a Flash kid, I guess, is just the way I live. I don't feel like I'm being pressured to live up to anything, but I also don't think I need to worry about it. I don't think I've ever done anything that would make my grandfather ashamed of me, but I also don't think it's a problem." He pauses slightly again, trying to clarify. "It's just the way I work." Chuck nods, then looks to Wally for his take on the question. Grinning at Impulse's reply, Wally looks to Chuck and answers for himself. "I can't say that I find it to be a hindrance in any way. I grew up in it, seeing how they reacted to it. Frankly, I'm a fan of them both myself, even still for Barry, so I can understand why people would. As for myself? Well, I'm not sure I see it. People smile at me, which is nice, be it if they are remembering me or Barry. In that way it's very comforting. It's a way for me to feel him with us, still, in a way, in everyone. In me too, I guess." "Nicely put. I think we all can agree that there's no doubt in anyone's mind anymore about your 'living up to' the legacy." Chuck says. He checks his next card. "Speaking of which, what's your take on the other superheroes of your individual generations? Particularly those with similar associations with past heroes?" "Oh, grife! They're so uptight!" exclaims Bart, then pauses and grimaces. "Oh, man, they're gonna kill me now." His hands go to his face, then drag down slowly, and he lets out a laugh. "Oh, man. Um. Yeah. Well, my teammates, right, they're really serious about living up to the symbols they're wearing, y'know? I can pretty much say, well, *most* of them are really trying to prove themselves to their mentors. Y'know, it's like patriotism, almost, except it's to a person-ideal, not a nation-ideal. They're all gonna wind up with ulcers. And they're all gonna maim me for saying so when I get back." Chuck chuckles. "Uh...I see. You don't want us to edit that out, Bart?" Impulse shakes his head. "Nah. Nah, it's cool." The Flash chuckles himself, and grins at Bart. He's sure, if anything, his friends will be glad for the mention on national television. "Myself, well, do you mean the Titans or the JLA? The JLA is, wow, er, well, they *are* all heroes and actual living legends. Honestly, I still don't know why I'm there. I mean, these are the people I still look up to, and admire the heck out of. But then I also get to talk to them, as people, which is just amazing. There's no way to describe it." But he leans back as he thinks on the Titans. "As for my other team, well, we all grew up around heroes, really. I think we're comfortable with what's head of us and behind, and really, we're just doing what comes naturally for us. No pressure, no worries, just support and friendship." Flipping ahead a few cards, Chuck rests an elbow on the arm of his chair and then his chin in his hand. "Well, I'm sure you're both tired about these sorts of questions. Let's try something more general; what do you think the 20th century is going to be remembered for?" "The start of the information age," says Bart instantly, automatically. "And the heroes. This era's the big start of the legacies, y'know, it's the Golden Age. The whole century is. I mean, a lot of data'll be los- ummm." Inexplicably, Impulse just stops midsentence. He frowns slightly, then grins sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm a little biased. You'd better just listen to Wally, not me at all, not a bit of what I say." "Actually," Wally laughs, "You'd better not listen to me. I think it'll be soap people should remember. People finally cleaned themselves up and learned to bathe. History stinks, literally." He grins and chuckles a little himself. hey, which one is the adult and which one is the kid here? Chuck smiles, nods. "Okay. Thanks, Wally, Bart. Wish we had time for more." He nods to the producer who motions to the camera guy. "We'll be broadcasting this in a week or so. Our people'll let you know." Impulse mock salutes. "Cool." Then he grins lopsidedly, standing, "Ooh, I'm gonna be famous." The Flash stands as well and offers to shake everyone's hand again as he slips his mask back into place. "It was a pleasure, Chuck. Anytime." With that he salute-waves, and looks to Bart. Race 'im home?