Firstly those names were totes mine to use...woke up in that freaking crater, body kicked into overdrive and all my memories gone except those names still bouncing around in my noggin. So they were mine. All I had, and what I needed to survive growing up living off the streets down in Suicide Slums.
Secondly the mantle was given to me by my amigos. Sups and Green Bean showed me how to be a hero, and how to get my head outta my ass so I could start helping others instead of being out for just myself.
I've been doing it for six years now and I am the Flash. Don't need anyone's permission. Earned the role with my blood, sweat, and tears, Princess. And I'll keep being there for those in need until the day I die.
That...is a relief. Already burned up a few calories on the jog up from Columbia, so some snackage sounds amazing. Thanks for the well wishes.