Who: Axel, Spivot
Where: Elsie's Current Foster Home
When: After
Twickster Season and
To the Rescue Axel hadn't planned on going anywhere with his injured leg. Even cared for and full of pain meds flight like this was difficult but the tiny worried voice of Elsie on the phone had convinced him he'd needed to check in on the girl.
Since Marvin's death, even with the excitment Axel was embroiled in, good and bad, he had been visiting the small girl. He felt not only responsible for her, but also that she deserved to have someone keeping tabs on her.
She wasn't forgotten - so despite the akwardness of sneaking out of Owen's and over to the family they'd settled Elsie with. She'd said they were nice. Axel didn't trust them - but then he'd heard from the others when he'd been a street-brat himself, that these sort of places were the stuff of nightmares.
He would watch them carefully.
After detracting himself from Elsie's clinging arms and reassuring her that he was fine and yes, the Flash was a big bully. Collassal bully. Royal jackass.
Now though he was ready to head back to Owen's and have more pain killers.