Birdflash? You'd have to try hard to convince me not to include it.
"What do you think the other League members call the boy?" Kid Flash asked his teammates. It's been days since their encounter with the 'Killer Kid,' but Kid Flash would not stop talking about him.

Artemis looked up from painting her nails, "I don't know. Go bother someone else."

"I don't wanna leave!" Kid Flash whined as Artemis dragged him out of her room in Mt. Justice, "I'm pretty sure Superboy is gonna kill me!"

"Fend for yourself."

The door slammed on Kid Flash's face.

"Man, if only Uncle Barry wasn't stuck on that stupid space mission, I could ask him about Killer Kid," Kid Flash sighed.

The speedster sidekick sighed dramatically and trudged to the Zeta-Tubes. He still had to write five essays on how the body systems maintain homeostasis; note that these weren't his essays, but that the school bullies could be persuasive. Wally West had the smarts to do it and Kid Flash had the time, it all works out in the end.

Running through Central City to the West-Allen household as blur, Kid Flash changes into Wally West and sits down at the desk in his room. Time to do homework.... anytime now he should actually do it. Concentrating is hard though. Wally's mind cannot get over the boy in black and there is literally no information on him. It's tough to look up someone who doesn't have a name, even a fake one. Aqualad told Wally that, "It's kind of the point. No title adds to the unsolved puzzle. A name, whether one means it or not, reveals part of themselves. A name is also traceable. If everyone if calling this boy a different term, then there's no way to collect data on him." Well, Wally needs to know something about the kid.

"No, West. What you need to do is your homework," and thus starts the argument with himself.

"It's not even my homework. Renée could do her own essay."

"And she could also continue to insult you in public, you don't want to be humiliated more, do you?"

"But do I really have to do her second cousins work too?"

"Again, you don't want to get hurt. Plus, her friend is really sweet. You don't want Renée to bully you while Jesse watches, do you?"

"Aw man. You're totally right. But I have no chance with Jesse."

"Yeah, but if Renée beats you up, you'd have less of a chance. It'd be negative. Zero is better than negative."

"Okay, 'smarty pants,' but don't you think doing Tajh's homework is a bit overkill?"

"Did you mean the 'cliche, rich, jock, tormentor' Tajh who can literally squash you like a bug and no one would care?"

"Okay. Fine."

"Do you want to go through all the people?"

"But what about the killer kid?"

"West!"

Fifteen minutes into the second essay, a comm unit crackles to life, despite the fact that Wally does not have anything on him. It sounded like it came from the discarded Kid Flash costume in the corner of his room. Wally, open to any type of distraction, searches the suit and finds some tech on his shoulder that was not there before. The bug looks advanced so Wally took it to his desk to examine it closely.

There was a mic that no doubt recorded everything for the owner, whoever that was. What was surprising, was the speaker looking parts. Man, Wally wishes that he was better at tech than this, but this was the best he had. The original sound was probably from this bug, though. Did the person accidentally press on their mic? Was that the speaker?

"Um... hello?"

It took a few moments and Wally was about to set down the machine when a familiar, robotic voice came from the other end.

"Sorry," the person was wheezing, "that was probably the funniest shit I had the pleasure of hearing."

Now that the sentence was out, Wally noticed the chuckles. The 'Killer Kid' was laughing at him. And because Wally was such an idiot, he didn't think before he replied in his whining voice that Artemis hates.

"Dude! Did you seriously bug me? I'm a teenager! I could have been jacking off! Oh God! You could have heard me-"

That earned another round of laughter and a bright red face for Wally who just realized what he was saying. The ginger had a way of talking before he spoke. After the laughter died down and the 'Killer Kid' took a deep settling breath, the room fell to silence.

"You are a loser, Wallace Rudolph West."

"Hey!"

"I mean, you're having this argument with yourself about doing some girl's homework because she has a cute friend and you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of her."

Without thinking, Wally corrected the boy, "Him. I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of him."

Well, shit. Wally really should just cut out his tongue now. The redhead tried to fix it but there was no way to unsay those words. And to think the no named villain was the first person he accidentally outed himself too.

"I mean- ah...the um.... well-"

More laughter.

"You are killing me, K.F. First, you gotta go be a complete dork and then- oh my, I'm in tears."

"Glad to be some sort of entertainment for you," Wally dejectedly mumbled.

"I'm glad too, this is so much better than the League secrets and mission gossip I bugged you for. Which reminds me, I've got a question for you."

"Which seems unfair considering how much you know about me in comparison."

"And that's my question, Wallace Rudolph West; why are you so interested in little ol' me? Did I make that much of an impression on you? I can say that I'm truly honored to grab your attention."

"I just- you're a mystery and I'm curious. That's all!" Wally stuttered, unknowing how to approach the flirting towards him; if anything, it's usually the other way around.

"And why are you so hung up on the name, Wallace? Do you need something to scream as you-"

"EW! Stop that's gross! I was just wondering."

"Why?"

"It's just- Look, everyone here is calling you what'd they like, and I get it, you don't want to be known. Nothing about you gives any personal detail away. You've just, kind of detached yourself. But, doesn't it bug you. Do you like the name 'Birdie'? And what about the others? I mean, we've all just been assuming you're a boy, but what if you go by other pronouns. And not being sure of that does bring us farther from your identity, but don't you want someone to get it right."

There was silence and Wally thought he scared the kid off. However, moment after returning to homework, the robotic voice filled the room.

"I go by he, him, and his pronouns. I do not like being called 'Killer Kid' as only half of the statement is correct. I. Am. Not. A. Child."

Then, there was the unmistakable sound of the mic turning off. Looks like Wally would be left talking to himself, again. For a moment there though, the lonely teenager could imagine himself bickering with a friend. Maybe, Wally thought self-deprecatingly, in another universe. One where the boy behind Kid Flash, was as cool as the hero.