He felt like he was in the sixth grade again, first day at a new school with the teacher demanding in as nice a voice as he could muster that they all stand up and say their name and something interesting about themselves. That had gone fine and dandy until some smartass (not him, surprisingly) decided to say something inappropriate and ruin the rest of the class for everybody else. He was pretty damn sure that nothing like that would happen here. With no sixth graders in the building, chances were slim.
Bart listened as well as he could without squirming around too noticeably in his seat. He didn’t need anyone here thinking he was uncomfortable or worse, bored. He wasn’t any of those things. Their talk grabbed at his attention and kept it in place and there were times when it was extremely hard to do something like that. However he was, not used to sitting still.
He tilted forward in his chair once Kara got her last word out, took a passing look around and got on with the show. Bart didn’t want somebody shoving at him to tell him it was in fact, his turn. “I’m Bart Allen. They call me Impulse, and I happen to be the fastest one in this room.” He said the last part smugly. What could he say? He was proud of it. Who wouldn’t be? “I’m good at getting into places. Anywhere, really. Oliver used me for that. As a courier too, which is, you know, less dangerous. ”