#the blur the flash the man in the red suit (barry allen)

[gilverrwrites]

I could love you

Eobard Thawne/Reader, 6K words (+a little Barry Allen/Reader) Warnings: NON/EXTREMELY-DUBIOUS CONSENT | home intrusion | arguing | violence | lying | rough sex | rough breast/nipple play | teasing | exhibitionism | unprotected sex | breeding kink | just a tiny hint of asphyxiation | DEAD-DOVE: DO NOT EAT - As per, I'm being way to cautious with the warnings. A/N: Nobody asked for this, I basically just wrote it for my thirsty self. Mostly based on the animated films (paradox and hell to pay). No further explanation, he's just hot ok.

A lot had happened today that you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t expected to buy a whole new dress, a pretty, glittery one with strappy shoulders and a moderately low neckline, but you’d really hit it off with this guy from Tinder, and you kinda wanted to impress him. You’d been looking forward to it all week, which is why you hadn’t expected it when he ghosted you, standing you up and blocking all your socials. What an ass.

You also hadn’t expected to bump into your co-worker Barry Allen at the restaurant. He’d insisted on joining you. Despite your initial objections, you’d had a really nice time, in a strictly platonic way of course. You had no romantic interest in Barry, but he sure was easy to spend time with, his nerdy nature, and affinity for bad jokes had genuinely lifted your spirits. At the end of the night, he’d walked you home, thanking you for letting him crash your pity party. He said he rarely got to sit down to properly enjoy a meal and good company. You can believe it; you've never met another man who's somehow always rushing, yet somehow still perpetually late for everything. In turn, you’d thanked him for saving you from the embarrassment of eating alone and taking your mind off the sting of rejection before giving him a goodnight kiss on the cheek and heading inside. Which is where the biggest surprise was waiting for you.

By the door, you instantly hang up your bag and kick off the new shoes that had been grating your toes all evening before negating your way to the kitchen to store your doggy bag, using nothing but the low light that seeps through your windows, not bothering with the big lights. When you turn to head for the bedroom, you’re not expecting to find the ominous, yellow blurred silhouette of a man in your doorway or it’s two red, glowing eyes that pierce through darkness.

“Did you enjoy your date?” His voice billows through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls and echoing in your ears. It’s almost comical, this formidable, inordinate, spirit-like intruder, standing in the darkness, quizzing you about love life. You’d laugh if you weren’t scared stiff.

“Date?” You eventually question, voice meek as you attempt to tiptoe back from him, but before you can finish a single step, he crosses half of the distance between you, moving at impossible speed and that’s when it clicks, who he is. Professor Zoom, The Reverse-Flash, The Man in yellow. The media had many names for him, but nobody knew his true identity. What you can’t figure out, however, is why he’s here, and why he cares about your ‘date’.

“Yes.” As he speaks, his shape begins to take form, sharpening into something more human. The leather-like fabric of his suit clings to a powerful frame. The red of his eyes grows even more sinister once you catch sight of his black scleras. He smiles at you, rather unsettlingly with full lips. “Did you have a nice time with Barry Allen? Did he charm you with his stupid sweater and outdated jokes?”

“What? He did- we-” He takes a step closer, and you avert your eyes from his uncomfortable gaze, rapidly searching for a weapon, or an escape route, but really, what can you do? What could you grab, where could you go that he wouldn’t get to first? You’re caught in a trap, and he knows it, that’s why he’s taking his sweet time, languidly, confidently treading closer, watching you sweat. Though you feel utterly ridiculous explaining this to him, you do your best to answer his questions. “It was nice, but it wasn’t a date!”

“No?” His tone oozes amusement. He chuckles, it comes deep from his chest. If you weren’t scared witless, it might have been a compelling sound, but he’s close enough to touch you now, and you shake as he reaches a hand out, taking the skirt of your dress between his thumb and fingers to play with the fabric. Those unnerving eyes tracing over your body, following the curve of your hips, the dip in your cleavage. “You dress like this for all of your non-dates?”

In an impulsive burst of anger you make to slap his hand away but he beats you to it, letting go and leaning back against the nearest counter long before you reach him.

“Do you love him?” He asks point blank, and the absurdity of it strikes you.

“No!” You answer without hesitation. It’s the truth, and hopefully what he wants to hear. “What are you even- “

“I don’t believe you.” He interrupts with the shake of his head.

“I don’t care if you believe me, it’s none of your business but it’s the truth! He’s just a co-worker.” You plead but he doesn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he’s nosing through your cupboards like he owns them, leisurely poking around until he finds a mug. In the blink of an eye your kettle is boiling, and a herbal teabag sits waiting at the bottom of the cup. How long does he plan on being here? “Why do you even care? What do you want?”

He doesn’t answer, so you continue to attest, each of your statements met with a ‘tsk’ or the shaking of his head. You go round and round in circles, Zoom apparently content to drag this out as long as it remains entertaining for him, knowing that you know, there’s nothing you can do to be rid of him until he’s good and ready.

“Credit where it's due though, Bar.” He finally turns to you once more, eyes roaming your frame again between sips of what must be scalding hot tea. “He has good taste.”

The compliment, while peculiarly gratifying, does nothing to soothe your anger and fear. It’s becoming more and more clear to you that whatever he’s here to do, this is about Barry. You’re just caught in the crossfire. There’s no way for you to win, but you shoot another, pointless shot anyway. “I don’t love him, I swear.”

“Maybe not yet. But you will.” His self-assurance continues to intimidate you. You know it’s useless but when he steps toward you again, you step back, all but cowering as he seethes.

“Unless I stop it from happening. You can’t give your heart to Barry Allen.” He states, and before you can even process his assertion, you’re overcome with debilitating pain. Intensely sharp, and arching, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, all emanating from your chest. Looking down you see his arm, yellow and blurred, buried in your torso, literally clutching your heart in his hand. “Not if I take it first.”

This is the part where you beg for your life, but you’re too overcome with panic and pain to utter more than a quiet and shaky. “Please.”

His body is moving at such a fast pace that it’s near impossible to make out his features, but you could swear he’s smiling as he watches you panting in pain, trying your best not to move a single muscle for fear of what it will do to your body. Smiling at the quiver of your lip, at your fear-stricken expression, at the glassiness of your eyes as they begin to well with tears.

You do well not to flinch as he leans in closer, but he must feel the way your heartbeat quickens between his fingers. You don’t even wince when you feel the strange, wet tingle of his tongue rolling up your skin, soaking up the salty taste of a stray tear that had trickled down your cheek.

“Please.” You try once more. Taking his aberrant actions as a sign that maybe there is a slither of hope, that you could still find a way out of death. “I don’t- I could never love him.”

Steady and deliberate, you lift your arms attempting to touch him, to lay your hands on his shoulders but they phase right through, and result in a bitter laugh.

“I could love you thought!” Hurriedly you take a stab in the dark, internally praying your false declaration might appeal to him. Might convince him to prevent your supposedly inevitable love for Barry by becoming the object of your affections instead. “He means nothing to me, but you could mean something.”

The moment his arm leaves your insides, you heave a loud, excessive sigh of relief, your whole body falling slack even as he grabs you, bunching up the cleavage of your dress and using it to pull you flush against his broad chest.

“Could you now? You don’t even know me.” He doesn’t seem at all convinced, but the fact that he’s asking bodes well for you. It bids you time if nothing else. His breath is hot and sweet against your face, and he watches you intensely as you try again to touch him. This time you succeed, nodding your affirmation as you graze your fingers along the black and red emblem between his pecks before resting them on his shoulders with deliberate casualness. “Why would you fall for someone like me?”

“Because… you’re better than him.” He’d insulted Barry before. Sure, Barry is nice, but you don’t care enough about your co-worker to defend his honour when your life is on the line. Maybe if you can appeal to Zoom’s ego by putting Barry down you can survive this encounter. You must be onto something because he hums his approval, tilting his head to the side until your knuckles brush his bristled cheek. “You’re smarter, stronger…”

“Faster?” He chimes in, a smug smile on his lips.

“Yes, of course you’re faster.” You agree, stretching up to nuzzle your nose into his neck. “I could love you so much.”  

Though you’re certain he could have stripped you naked in an instant, he chooses instead to thread a finger under the strap of your dress, slowly trailing it from your shoulder. His brows are hidden behind his hood but the look in his dark red eyes is evident; hungry and expectant. “Okay, I’ll bite. Prove it.”  

You hadn’t expected to get this far, but you comply with his veiled demand, leaning back to finish the job. Tentatively, you pull down the other sleeve, shimmying your dress down until it falls to the floor and pools at your feet, leaving you exposed to The Reverse-Flash in nothing but the matching underwear you’d picked out this morning. You’d been hoping to get laid, but you’d never expected it would happen like this. 

He must like what he sees, because the haughty expression on what you can see of his face falters to a softer, more genuine one. His black and crimson eyes widening as he takes you in.

“Did you wear those for Barry?” You’re sure from his tone and the quirk of his lip that he’s teasing, but his face is hidden enough to cast doubt, and you don’t want to get stuck in a loop again, so you don’t answer.

“Will you- ?” You gesture to him hesitantly, unsure if you should even ask. He seems taken aback by your request at first, eyes narrowing as he watches you but to your surprise, he complies, pulling his cowl back to reveal a face you don’t recognise. You hadn’t really expected to know him, you can’t imagine ever interacting with anyone like him in your day-to-day life. He is, however, far more attractive than you’d expected, with a strong jaw and nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark brows, and striking pale blond hair. “You’re certainly better looking than him.”

“I know.” He doesn’t seem boastful, but before you can stew on it the clasp of your bra falls lax, and you automatically catch it by grasping your breasts. Zoom is watching you keenly, brows raised. “Your turn.”

“Kiss me first.” You push, he’d already given you what you’d asked for once, you’re curious to see how much more he’ll give you.

“Aren't you needy?” You catch the playful role of his eyes before he puts his lip on you, and he’s not shy about it, immediately snaring your lips in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses you with an intensity you haven’t experienced before. Your teeth scratching his tongue as he greedily tastes you, overwhelming you with his sweet taste, with the pressing of his tongue on yours and the feel of his domineering fingers on the back of your head, holding you in place.

It's like he’s consuming you. In the throes, you lose yourself, letting your bra drop before returning his embrace, moulding yourself into his torse and wrapping your arms around him. The sudden pinch of his fingers on your nipple takes you by surprise, and he rumbles appreciatively when you gasp into his mouth.

His second hand releases your head in favour of kneading your other tit, and once more he does it at such a pace that you suck in another breath, pulling back to watch as he massages your chest with unrelenting but pleasingly pressure. You chance a glance up at him and catch him watching, entranced at the way they move and ripple at his punishing touch. Selfishly, you catch his mouth again, and he lets you, closing his eyes as he enjoys your lips once more.

But the moment is short, not done playing, he grips both of your nipples at once, pulling them harshly and swallowing your pained moans, ignoring how your fingers dig into his arms until he’s satisfied.     

“Do you love that?” He asks mockingly, but his tone is low and breathy. Your eyes travel down his body, finding a noticeable tent in his suit.

“Yes.” You answer. Love might be a strong word, but it certainly made your clit throb, and you’ve already been throwing it around tonight.

“What about this?” He punctuates his question by slapping your tit, hard. The sound reverberates around the room, making your ears sting half as much as your breast. It hurts like hell but in a way that makes the rest of your body feel flushed and excited. “Huh?”

He follows it up with another hit to the other side, alternating until your back is against the kitchen counter and your cries of ‘Yes! Yes, I love it!’ sounds more like begging than praise.

When he ceases his assault, you’re abruptly overcome with dizziness. You feel light-headed and weak, and the sensation is heightened by the feel of his mouth on your skin once more. Roughly he kisses and bites at your throat, his hands forcefully grabbing at the softest parts of you. When you start to come too you realise the cause of your unexpected vertigo. With his speed he’d lifted you off your feet, stripping you of your panties and placing you at the counter where you’d be eye-to-eye level with him were he not dragging his teeth along your stomach.

Eager to appear valuable, you thread your fingers in his hair, urging him back up to kiss you again, and allowing you access to run your hand down his stomach until you’re palming the hard bulge at his crotch. He ruts against you, his chilling eyes rolling back before closing. You’re not sure how to free him, but that doesn’t stop you fumbling, looking for a clasp or a zip, anything, but the moment comes to a standstill when you both hear your phone ringing in the other room. It only distracts you for a second before you continue with the job at hand. You assume he won’t allow you to talk to anyone, to send some kind of distress message but you’re proven wrong when he holds the screen to your face.

It's Barry.

“Answer it. Put it on speaker.” Zoom tells you.

Cautiously you take the phone from him, unsure how to proceed. “But- “

“Answer it.” He repeats, prying your other hand from his clothed cock and forcing it to your chest. “You can tell him all about how you’re falling in love with somebody else another time. Just act like everything is normal.”

Still cautious, you bite your lip as you press the answer button, fingers shaking as you fiddle to put him on speaker and finally say; “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me!” He sounds chipper, like himself. Completely unsuspicious. Why wouldn’t he be? “Sorry for the late call.”

“It’s okay. I- It’s okay…” You trail off as you watch Zoom. He’s observing your every move, but his hands are between your thighs, squeezing them as he guides them apart.

“It’s just that I texted you when I got home but didn’t hear back. So, just checking in.”

“Oh, sorry. I gOTT…” Any normality in your voice is lost when Zoom pushes a finger between your slit. “Distracted.”  

You laugh awkwardly, unsure what excuse to use, and Barry good-naturedly laughs back, unaware that Professor Zoom is now pushing a second digit between your lips, grinning like a fucking manic as he moistens them with your slick and begins gliding them over your sensitive clit. How will you ever look Barry in the eyes again?

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but I’m fine, I’m all goOOOD.” You can’t handle this. To alleviate the pressure, both mental and physical, you sit back as best you can, putting distance between you and Zoom, but it doesn’t slow him. If anything, it motivates him more.

“Are you sure? No offence but you sound a little off.” Barry couldn’t offend a- something. You can’t even finish the metaphor, because as he asks, Zoom picks up his pace, far past anything non-meta-humanly possible. His fingers act like a vibrator.

“Yes! Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah. I’m totally fine.” You blag, legs shaking as you try to temper the tension growing in your centre. Zoom’s chest shakes, not from speed, but from containing his laughter. “I’m just sooooooo tired.”

“Yeah, it is late.” Barry agrees, but he still sounds sceptical. “Listen, I won’t keep you but there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

Now? Did it have to be now? Just when you thought Zoom couldn’t possibly make you feel any better, he changes things up, keeping you on your curled toes by sinking his two fingers into your tight walls. Your body puts up no resistance, greedily sucking him in, convulsing around him when he presses his thumb firmly onto your clit.

You close your eyes, intoxicated by the rush of being filled and touched by his euphoria-educing hands until he pulls back and swats your clit, bringing you back to the now. He greets you with a scowl when you open your eyes, nodding his head toward your phone where Barry is calling your name. 

“Are you still there?”

“Yes. Sorry!” You answer quickly, before you lose your bearings again. “I’m half-asleep. Can we talk at work?”

“I’d really rather do it now, I’ll make it fast.” He laughs like he made a joke, and you don’t get it.

You don’t care to get it. All you care about is whether the shoe is going to drop, and if it will happen before Zoom makes you cum all over the countertops. He reinserts his fingers inside you, but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you’ve no idea how deep he is at any given time. They seem to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.

When it becomes evident, you’re not going to reply, Barry continues. “That guy who stood you up today was a total jerk. Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve you.”

You’re too focused on keeping a moan trapped in your throat to even think about the vindication of Barry confirming that your date tonight was not with him.

“And I had such a good time with you.” He stops speaking, a natural opening for you to say something.

Zoom had said to act normal, so you sputter the first thing that comes to mind. “I had a good time too, Barry.” Although, you’re not convinced you sound entirely lucid as you force the words out between gritted teeth.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” God, will this phone call ever end?! “Are you sick? I thought your food looked a bit off. Do you need me to come over?”

“Yes, no. I’m fine, go on.” You urge. Already you’re impatient to hang up, but your intolerance multiplies tenfold when Zoom’s garish yellow suit disappears before your eyes. Unveiling his muscular body. Instantly your eyes are drawn to the dark blond hair on his chest, and you follow its trail down his stomach, your jaw falling slack when you eye his erection.

“Okay...” Barry still sounds dubious, but he carries on, nonetheless. “What I’m getting at is that I’d like to have dinner with you again.”

Zoom offers you reprieve, and though you’re grateful, you can’t help the anguished grunt that escapes your lips when he retracts his fingers from your needy cunt.

“Or not.” You’re only half paying attention to Barry, fixated on the way Zoom runs his length between your pussy lips as he had done with his fingers. Gliding the tip up and down, teasing your clit and entrance in turn. But having experienced what Barry is going though only hours earlier, you sense the burn of rejection in his quip.

“No. No, Barry, that was. I- I stubbed my toe.” You hurriedly tell him, practically shouting, too worked up to control your vocal cords. It’s like you’re being pulled in two different directions. “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Yeah, but on purpose. You know?” You don’t know, in that second you only know the delicious, bittersweet ache of Zoom’s cock as he gradually begins fucking into you, stretching you out no more than half an inch at a time before purposely pulling back out, making sure you feel every inch of him over and over as you keep tripping over your tongue down the phone. “Like as a date.”

Simultaneously, you both stop. Zoom watches you blankly as you begin to panic, all the fervid heat in your guts freezing over as you grasp at the frazzled straws in your brain for an answer that won’t get you killed. No? Right? The answer is ‘no’.

“Oh, Barry. I don-“ You pause when Zoom shakes his head frantically at you. You’ve never been more confused in your life, but when he starts to mouth the word ‘yes’ at you, you repeat it. “Yes. I mean yes. Yes, let’s do that.”

“Yes?” Barry repeats.

“Y-ES.” You confirm, just as Zoom returns to burying himself inside your folds, abandoning his shallow, teasing thrusts, in favourite of plunging into you completely. You feel as though you’re being split open. Heedlessly, you wail down the phone and arch your back up into his waiting arms. You don’t know if Barry is taken aback by your enthusiasm or if he simply didn’t hear you for some reason, but he says nothing, so you hastily try to excuse yourself, voice breathy and jittery as Zoom begins to rock in and out of your tight pussy. “Really excited, b-but I really sh-OULD go.”

“Okay, okay, yeah, I’ve kept you long enough. We’ll sort the details out at work?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rush along. “We’ll talk then, bye-bye, goodnight.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, dropping your phone on the worktop and throwing your arms around Zoom. You have questions, but not one of them matters to you right now. You’re just starting to find a rhythm, supporting your weight on his sweeping shoulders so you can grind in time with him when you’re overcome with light-headedness again.

One second, you’re in his arms, and the next you’re half-laying on something soft and blinded by light.

“Look.” He commands, and you squeal when he slaps your stomach, but you force your head forward to look down at his hand, blinking until you can make out what’s going on. He’s still standing, pounding into you from above. Your ass is elevated on the arm of the couch, your back bent at an awkward angle that allows your head and shoulders to rest on the cushions. “Do you see that?”

His hand is pushing into your abdomen as he fills you over and over. You’re practically seeing stars, but through squinted eyes you make out what he’s talking about. Every time he bottoms out, your stomach bulges around the crown of his cock. You’d only ever seen this kind of stuff in porn, your head would spin if it wasn’t already.

“You ever been fucked this deep before, hon?” Zoom asks, sarcastically emphasising the pet name.

“No.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you push out a strained moan before you repeat yourself at what is probably too high a volume. “No, never ever. Only you.”

“You love that?” He’s goading, but all it does is rile you up even more.

“Yes, Zz-Zoom!” You answer. He scoffs. Once again, he moves your body before you notice, hiking you further up the arm and when you feel him rut into again, you have to grab a pillow, have to let out some of the frantic energy that’s thrumming through your body. It hurts, but you love it.

“Eobard. My name is Eobard.” He tells you, far too coherently when compared to yourself. You barely register that it’s because of his superhuman abilities.

It just doesn’t feel fair that he has this power over you. To make you wither and scream, to make you feel so fucking feral with so little effort on his part. You don’t say that. You don’t even take the time to sound out his peculiar name, almost immediately murmuring it amongst a slew of desperate whimpers. “Eobard. I love it. I love it. I’m so close.”

“Not yet.” He instructs, and you dig your nails into the pillow that much harder, determined to please him. Your grip grows painful as he leans over you, his hand travelling down your chest until it cups one of your still sore tits and his face is as close to you as it can be in this position. “Look into my eyes.”

You can barely keep your lids open, but you do it as best you can. His red iris’ suddenly don’t seem so scary. Piercing, yes, but captivatingly so. You say as much, under your breath and to his great amusement. “Y-you have such striking eyes.”

Though he gets a good chuckle out of your sex-fuelled infatuation, he doesn’t dwell on it. “Do you love me?”

Do you love him? Not ‘could you love him?’ Do you love him?

No. You’re not a fool. A good fuck doesn’t equal love. You’re only fucking him in the first place to save your life, but you can’t say that. The question should instil you with fear, the same, if not more so than when you’d first discovered him lurking in your home. You certainly don’t feel safe, but fear doesn’t grip you in that moment.

“Yes.” You lie. And once the word leaves your lips, you feel your walls begin to tremble around him. Or maybe he’s trembling, moving so fast inside your drenched cunt that the climax you’ve been fighting pushes back at you, slowly trying to seep through your body. It’s impossible to tell. It takes all your willpower to hold on, and you focus your energy on insincerely professing your love to him. “I love you. I l-l-love you, Eobard.”

“Do you think Barry could fuck you this good?” He presses, sharp smile on his plump lips, knowing full well what you’ll say.

“No, no never. Only you.” You abandon the pillow, stringing your fingers in his hair so hard that he swears aloud. You’re not too far gone to not enjoy finally seeing him weak for a second, but you don’t stop appeasing him. “B-Barry could never. No Barry. Just you. I only want you.”

“I love to hear it.” His smugness only encourages you.

You nearly let loose when he moves you again, shifting you so that you’re sitting upright on the arm. You’re too faint to support yourself, so he holds you close, one hand on your waist the other on your shoulder blade, his face nestled in the crook of your neck, but you don’t have to hold back for long.

“You can cum now. Do it, cum all over my cock darlin’. Let it all out.” You do just that. Body trembling, vision blurred, fists clenched as he fucks you through it. You swear he picks up his pace, if as much is even possible given the already excessive amount of speed he’s exerting to make you lose your damn mind.

 “I love you.” You coo one more time, when you grow completely limp. Having ridden out your orgasm, his frenzied thrusting suddenly becomes painful, but not unpleasant. It wouldn’t take much at all to drive you over the edge again.

When Eobard registers your calmness, he slows. The tempo must feel relaxed to him, but to you and anybody else, he keeps hammering into you at a relatively fast pace as he loosens his hold on you, putting enough space between your forms to allow him space to lean down and kiss you. Not caste, but soft. He peppers your dazed face almost sweetly, and though he hadn’t told you at any point that he loved you, you could almost believe him if he did.

The moment doesn’t last long however, it ends when he releases you all together. You fall back onto the couch unceremoniously, and with a near-comical thud.

“My turn.” He grins. You don’t feel him pulling out of you, but you feel the force of him slamming back in, this time from an entirely different angle. With the arm no longer between you, he mounts one foot on the couch, posing your legs precariously over his.

He’s barely even fucking you at this point. More, so, fucking himself with your body, and though it feels good, good enough to lose yourself to him a second time, the fall offered you enough of a grace period that something clicks in your brain as you watch his thick cock repeatedly disappear inside your pussy.

“You-you’re not wearing protection!” You can’t see yourself, but you imagine you must look like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide, frozen but for Eobard rocking. The sound of your bare skin slapping together suddenly seems much louder.

“What’s the matter?” He quirks his head to the side, not a care in the world for what you just said. “Don’t you wanna start a family with the man you love?”

The question short-circuits your brain. No. But yes. You do not, but you’ve been telling him whatever he wants to hear all night.

“C’mon, honey, say it.” He urges, upping the ante, and your turmoil by pressing a rapidly shaking finger to your clit. Pumping harder when your eyes go soft and glassy once more. “Go on, you’ve come this far. Beg me to put a baby in you.”

Already you’re close, too close, but you can’t find it in you to give him what he wants this time. His legs feel solid and meaty under your hands as you reach for them, slapping his shins as though you’re trying to tap out, but he doesn’t let up. Despite your reluctance, you’re whimpering so softly for him, reluctantly enjoying the infinite waves of hot tenderness that blooms in your cunt with every brush of his finger and snap of his hips.

“C’mon, c’mon, I’m almost there. You can do it.” He coaxes, and his tone is so much softer than it had been all night that it almost gives you a new form of whiplash. “Just say ‘Please Eobard, fill me up. Please make me pregnant.’ And we can both cum.”

“P-please.” You can’t believe you’re doing it, but as soon as the first word leaves your mouth, he increases the pulse on your clit. The instant gratification motivates you to carry one. “Please Eobard, fill me with your cum, I want it.”

You know you’re not saying the right words, but you don’t care, your brain is too fried to recall them.

“Good girl, you’ve got it.” Eobard praises. “Keep it up.”

“I wa-want to have your baby, please. Please cum inside me.”

“Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.” He pulls out, just enough for you to catch sight of the gooey, white cum spilling from his tip. A glob of it spills down your folds, and he rubs its warmth into your clit as he pushes his length back in. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, you’ll still be leaking on your date.”

You understand his words, but you have nothing to say. Couldn’t if you wanted to. The combination of his cock driving into you, and his fingers working your swollen bud has you blissed out. Your body is overcome with ecstasy once more, cunt milking his load for every drop as he finishes inside of you.   

The remorse of your actions doesn’t settle until he pulls out, causing his now quickly cooling cum to dribble out of your folds, running down your upturned stomach until you muster the energy to lay flat. Eobard isn’t stood beside you anymore, and your eyes search for him.

He wasn’t there a second ago, but upon your third pan of the room, you find him sitting in your armchair, sipping a glass of water. Of all the things he could have been doing right now, that wasn’t what you’d expected. You’re not convinced he won’t still kill you, but he points to a second glass on your coffee table and the doggy bag you’d brought home. You eye them wearily.

“Eat up.” He instructs. “You’re going to need your energy.”

You are hungry, but his actions still strike you as strange. When you sit up, more cum leaks from your gaping pussy, and it sends a chill up your spine. When you look at Eobard again, he’s smiling, enjoying your discomfort, maybe? Whatever the reason, he looks devastatingly good. The post-nut clarity has done nothing to cleanse your attraction to him. 

“What’s your plan?” You ask before sipping your drink. You just want to know where you stand now. Does he really expect you to date Barry? After he’d been so aggrieved by the very notion? Is he going to use you to get close to him? Or did he still plan to eradicate you long before Barry's plans come to fruition?

“My plan?” He repeats, feigning offence. “Aren’t we in love?”

It’s your turn to ask. “Do you love me?”

He laughs at your question, turning his head and rubbing his neck. No. Obviously,

“I could love you.” The closeness of his voice makes you jump. He’s moved in the blink of an eye, now sitting beside you, draping an arm across your shoulder and directing your fatigued, still naked form to rest on him. “I could fuck the woman I love in every room of her home, on every surface. I would touch every inch of her body, inside and out. In places she didn’t know could be touched. I could take every hole, till she’s bursting at the seams with my cum.”

You haven’t touched your food. How could you? Not when you’re strung up in him, hanging on his every word. So, he does it for you, ripping into the container, stabbing a cold piece of veg with the wooden takeaway fork and bringing it to your mouth. You don’t want to eat, but you do it anyway, letting him spoon-feed you until all the scraps are gone.

“Why?” You ask when he’s done. A lot of whys run through your mind, but just one answer would satiate you for the time being.

“Because…” He pauses. When you look up at him, he stares back roguishly. He’d stopped on purpose so that you were angled just right for him to kiss you. You melt into him as soon as his lips meet yours, not even shying away when his fingers possessively curl around your neck. Squeezing, not hard enough to affect your breathing, but enough to remind you that he could. When he pulls back, his eyes are half-lidded, and lust-riddled as he whispers. “I’m not just going to take your heart before Barry can. I’m going to take everything.”

Hey you! You deserve the world!

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | violence, blood, hurt, wound, near death experience.

𝘌𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭��� 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦—𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

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Central City wasn’t a stranger to chaos, but tonight felt worse than usual. The streets were a mess—broken glass everywhere, overturned cars, and scorch marks left by two speedsters battling it out at impossible speeds. The night sky flashed with bursts of yellow and red as the fight raged on, illuminating the wreckage left in their wake. You stood on the edge of it all, heart pounding, watching Barry—The Flash—trying to outmaneuver his greatest enemy, the Reverse-Flash.

And there he was: Eobard Thawne, wearing the face of Harrison Wells. The yellow blur darted around Barry’s red streak like a predator toying with its prey. To anyone else, he was a villain, the man who had terrorized the city and killed Barry’s mother. But to you? He was so much more than that. Years ago, you had uncovered his secret. The revelation had shaken you, but instead of running, you stayed. Somewhere along the way, you fell for him.

Not that he made it easy. Eobard was always guarded, keeping you at arm’s length like he was terrified of letting you in. It frustrated you, hurt you, but you couldn’t let go. There was something underneath all the walls he’d built—something vulnerable, even human. And despite everything, you loved him.

So when he told you to stay away tonight, to let him handle Barry alone, you ignored him. Now, standing in the middle of the chaos, you regretted not listening. The fight between Barry and Eobard was unlike anything you’d ever seen. They were moving too fast for the human eye to follow, their blurs of red and yellow creating shockwaves that cracked windows and set off car alarms. The sounds of their punches were like thunderclaps, echoing through the streets as they collided over and over.

Eobard was relentless, taunting Barry as they ran. “You’ll never beat me, Allen!” his voice rang out, sharp and mocking. “You’re too slow, and you always will be.”

Barry’s voice was full of fury when he shouted back, “You killed my mother, Thawne! I’ll stop you, no matter what it takes!” He threw a punch, but Eobard dodged with infuriating ease, countering with a brutal blow that sent Barry crashing into a nearby lamppost.

You stood frozen at the edge of the destruction, your heart pounding like it might burst out of your chest. You wanted to look away, but your eyes kept darting back to Eobard. He was fighting like his life depended on it, and you could see the determination etched into his face even at these impossible speeds. Fear twisted in your gut, not just for Barry, but for Eobard. You knew he was faster, smarter, but Barry wasn’t going to give up. And if something happened to Eobard…you couldn’t even finish the thought.

A sudden burst of speed sent them spiraling into a tight circle, the friction creating a vortex that ripped through the street like a miniature tornado. You could see Barry trying to gain the upper hand, summoning a bolt of Speed Force lightning with a flick of his hand. “This ends now, Thawne!” Barry shouted, hurling the crackling energy straight at Eobard.

The lightning struck with a deafening crack, knocking Eobard to the ground. He skidded across the asphalt, his yellow suit smoking as he struggled to push himself up. “You’ll never win, Allen!” Eobard growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You’ll never be fast enough to stop me!”

But something about the way he moved made your heart stop. He was hurt—badly. Ignoring the pounding in your chest, you ran toward him. “Eobard!” you called out, your voice breaking with fear.

“Y/N, don’t!” Barry’s warning came too late. Eobard started vibrating to attack Barry back, but it unsettled the wreckage around you, and the remains of a nearby car exploded with a deafening boom. The force of the blast sent you flying, pain tearing through your body as a jagged piece of metal embedded itself deep into your abdomen.

You hit the ground hard, the world spinning around you as the air was knocked from your lungs. The searing pain in your side made it impossible to move, and when you managed to glance down, the sight of blood spreading across your shirt made your stomach lurch.

Through the haze of pain, you heard footsteps—fast, too fast to be anyone but him. Eobard skidded to a stop in front of you, his mask removed to reveal a face that looked like it had been carved out of panic itself. His usual calm, calculated expression was gone, replaced by something raw, unguarded, and heartbreaking.

“No,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he dropped to his knees beside you. His hands hovered over your wound, uncertain and shaking, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. “No, no, no. Y/N, stay with me. Stay with me, please.”

“Eobard,” you managed, your voice barely a whisper, the effort it took making your vision swim. You tried to smile, as if that could reassure him, but even you knew it was weak.

“Don’t talk,” he snapped, his tone sharper than you’d ever heard it. His eyes locked onto yours, wild with fear, before softening into something almost pleading. “Save your strength. Please.”

For a moment, you thought you saw tears glinting in his eyes, but the world around you was too unfocused to tell for sure. “You should’ve stayed back,” he muttered, his voice breaking despite his attempt to sound composed. “I told you to stay back. Why didn’t you listen?”

The edges of your vision began to darken, but you reached out weakly, brushing your fingers against his hand. It was enough to make him flinch, his whole body seeming to recoil in anguish before he grasped your hand firmly, like holding onto you would keep you tethered to him.

“I… couldn’t,” you whispered, barely audible. “I couldn’t stay away. Not from you.”

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours as his hand pressed desperately against your wound, trying to stem the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. You hear me? You’re going to be fine. I’m not losing you.”

Before you could respond, Barry arrived, his mask still on but his worry plain. “She needs a hospital!”

“Yes,” Eobard said sharply, his voice cutting through Barry’s hesitation. His usual confidence was cracking under the weight of his fear. “But you stay out of this,” he added, glaring at Barry. "I don't want you anywhere near her."

Barry opened his mouth to protest, but Eobard was already moving. He leaned down, his hands trembling as he carefully scooped you into his arms. The sight of your blood soaking through your clothes made his stomach twist painfully, but he forced himself to focus. His speed would get you there faster than any ambulance could.

In a flash of red lightning, he was gone, the world around him blurring as he pushed his powers to their limit. The hospital loomed ahead, its sterile lights glowing faintly in the distance. Eobard skidded to a halt just outside the emergency entrance, lowering you gently onto a gurney that staff left at the entrance of the Emergency ward. He shouted for someone to come and help. 

He stood there for a split second, torn between staying and the knowledge that he couldn’t. Dressed as the Reverse-Flash, his presence would raise too many questions. Even if he changed, Harrison Wells was supposed to be confined to a wheelchair—he couldn’t explain carrying you inside without exposing everything. With a final, desperate look at your unconscious form, he whispered, “Don’t you dare leave me," before vanishing into the night.

The steady beeping of a heart monitor pulled you out of the darkness. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but you forced them open, blinking against the harsh, sterile lights overhead. It took a moment for your vision to focus, and when it did, the stark white walls and the faint antiseptic smell told you everything you needed to know: a hospital.

Disoriented, you tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in your abdomen made you gasp, your body sinking back into the pillows. Panic began to creep in as fragmented memories flooded back—the fight, the explosion, Eobard. Your heart raced as you turned your head, desperate for any sign of him.

“You’re awake,” a familiar voice said softly, relief laced in every syllable. Your gaze landed on him—Eobard, dressed as Harrison Wells, sitting in his wheelchair beside your bed. His face was a careful mask, but the tight grip of his hand around yours betrayed his turmoil.

“Eobard,” you croaked, your voice hoarse. Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him. He was here. He was okay.

“Don’t,” he said quickly, his other hand coming up to gently brush the hair from your face. “Don’t try to talk. You need to rest.”

You shook your head weakly, ignoring the pain that flared through your body. “What happened? The explosion… I thought…”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked away, his eyes staring past you as if he couldn’t bear to meet your gaze. “You almost died,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

The raw emotion in his tone made your chest ache, and you squeezed his hand as tightly as your strength allowed. “But I didn’t,” you said, trying to sound reassuring despite your trembling voice. “I’m still here.”

His gaze snapped back to you, and for the first time, you saw it clearly—the guilt that had been eating away at him. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening. “You shouldn’t be,” he said bitterly, his voice breaking. “This is my fault. You were hurt because of me.”

“No,” you protested weakly, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“It is,” he insisted, his tone sharp with self-loathing. “I… I knew this would happen. I knew I’d hurt you eventually. That’s why I’ve kept you at arm’s length, why I…” He trailed off, his hands trembling as he clung to yours. “I destroy everything I touch, Y/N. I’m a poison.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as his words sank in. The walls he had built around himself, the way he always seemed to hold back, the way he pushed you away—it all made sense now. He had been trying to protect you, even if it meant breaking both your hearts in the process.

“Eobard,” you said softly, your voice cracking as you reached up with trembling fingers to cup his cheek. He flinched at first but didn’t pull away, leaning into your touch as if he couldn’t bear to lose the connection. “You’re not a poison. You… you’re just scared. And I am too. But I’m here because I love you. Because I’ll always love you.”

His eyes closed tightly, and a tear slipped down his cheek as he let out a shaky breath. “You don’t understand,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Loving me means risking everything. Your life, your future… I can’t let you pay that price.”

“It’s not your choice to make,” you said firmly, surprising even yourself with the strength in your voice. “I’ve already made it. I chose you, Eobard. I’d make that choice a thousand times over, no matter the risk.”

He stared at you, his expression torn between disbelief and something deeper, something raw and vulnerable. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against yours.

“I… I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “But I’m too selfish to let you go.”

The confession sent a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks, and you choked back a sob, your hand tightening around his. “Then don’t,” you said simply. “Just don’t.”

His response was silent, but the way his hand cradled yours, the way his eyes stayed locked on yours, said everything you needed to hear. For the first time, the walls between you began to crumble, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of your love for each other. And as you lay there, broken but alive, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together.

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World’s Finest

Barry Allen x Male Reader (Gender bent Powerpuff Girl)

Y/N floated above the Central City Picture News as he sighed and smiled softly. Nine months ago, he was the only person on the planet who had powers. Now, it seems like everyone and their mother had them. While it was bad, it was also good because there were people out there who were just like him, fighting the good fight.

Speaking of said people, Y/N could feel a slight wind at his back as he heard a whoosh behind him. He smirked and turned around to see a man about 6 foot 2, dressed in a red leather suit with a yellow lightning bolt symbol on his chest.

“So the rumors are true. You are real.”

“I’m feeling pretty real.” The guy in red pats his body down to check if he’s real. It’s cute and dorky and it lets Y/N know that this guy, whoever he is underneath the mask, is a total nerd.

Y/N chuckles lightly as the guy looks up at him and frowns. “That’s… an interesting… fashion choice?” It’s more of a question than a statement as he gestured towards Y/N’s getup. He wore fingerless hot pink gloves with heart-shaped outlines over the outside palms of his hands. Had a purple shirt underneath a green leather jacket and light blue spandex pants with black boots.

The flying man smiles at him. “Says the man who’s dressed all in red leather. You’d fit right in at a leather bar and club.” The man in red looked down and even though Y/N couldn’t see he was blushing, he could hear his heartbeat beat faster at that statement.

“So, you’re like me then? The impossible?” The man asks Y/N. “Because I just witnessed a guy who had control over the weather, and now I see you flying in the air like its nothing.”

“Sorta,” Y/N said. “It’s true that I am artificially made superhuman, but I didn’t get my powers in the particle accelerator explosion like the Meta-humans running around Central City.”

The man looks shocked. “You know about their name? Their nicknames?”

“Wasn’t that hard to name them. My father was a scientist, so I know a thing or two.”

The red man nods. “Who are you and why haven’t I ever seen you in Central City before until just right now?”

Y/N sighed as he floated down to the building the man was standing on. “I moved here about nine months ago, the same time the accelerator exploded. Before that, I didn't think I needed to show the world my powers. I didn't want to scare anyone, so I hid them. Now that other people have powers as well, I've come out of the closet, so to speak, to stop them.”

He nods again. “So, what do I call you? Rainbow man? Sugar, spice, and everything nice?”

Y/N chuckles. That was more appropriate than he knew. “You can call me, Major Man.”

“Major Man?” The man in red raised his eyebrows. “Somebody has a high opinion of himself.”

Major Man shrugged his shoulders. “When you can fly and are nigh invulnerable with super speed, laser-eye beams, supersonic screams, and ice breath, what else are people supposed to call you? Seems like a major list of abilities, don't you think?”

“Okay, fair point,” the man in red said. “That's certainly a lot of powers you have there. And you said you were artificially created?”

Y/N nods. “My father wanted to create the perfect little boy and accidentally created me in his lab.”

“So, you're not the perfect boy?”

“Oh, I am. Just with a super-powered kick.”

They both chuckle. “So, what do I call you, Speedy Gonzales? The Whoosh? The Red Streak? The Blur? Or the Scarlet Speedster?”

The guy chuckles again. “What about the Flash? I'm just saying that I think that’s a pretty cool superhero name, right?”

Y/N thinks about it. “Nah, I still prefer the Blur, Scarlet.” He smiles as the Flash smiles as well.

“Well, this has been fun, but I really should get going. I have work in the morning.”

The Flash looks surprised. “You have a job?”

“Of course, I have a job. Why wouldn't I have a job?”

“I thought this.” Flash motioned towards YN. “Was your job?”

“No, no, I do this because it's the right thing to do, but it doesn't pay my bills.”

“I feel that.”

“I'll be seeing you, Scarlet.” Y/N winked as he flew into the air. “I have a code name, you know?” the Flash told him. Major Man turned and gave him one last smile. “Don't care. Scarlet suits you.” Then he was gone, a bright energy trail of pink, green, and blue behind him as he flew out of the Flash’s line of sight.

The Flash grinned. “Cool…”

In his coms, he could hear Cisco laughing at him. “Ooh, someone has a gay crush.”

The Flash blushed as red as his suit. “Shut up, Cisco.” He speeds off the roof.

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Meeting the night of vengeance

This is for Flashpoint Paradox week day 3, "he was my friend too, if we can bring him back, I'm in." @maribatgetin

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Barry marched inside the Wayne Manor. It looked even darker than he remembered. It seemed that the light was afraid to enter the building, it looked like no one had ever tried to clean up the place. The dust that covered the walls made it look abandoned and inhabited. It had no signs of life.

"Alfred?" Barry yelled in the empty manor.

"Bruce!" He tried again.

"Bruce! It's Barry!" Still nothing.

He continued calling out for Bruce and Alfred but eventually gave up. He decided to go to the batcave.

The batcave was looking very different. Too different than what he remembered. Everything was dusty. The cave looked like an actual cave. There was no batcomputer, fancy cars, dinosaur skeleton or that big coin or the batsuits and Robin's suits, okay he can't even count the things that were missing. He moved further into the cave. There was a board with cards, covered in blood…. pinned on it and a gun covered by glass container with a family photo on its side. He could tell it was Bruce and his family before they died. He saw the same picture while exploring the manor with Alfred.

"You were the James Bond of superheroes Bruce, what happened to you?" He was about to lift the container when something hit his head, hard. He looked back to see Batman. With red lenses instead of white, he was looking much older and agrressive…

His train of thought was cut short by another blow from Batman. He didn't have his powers, and he wasn't skilled in martial arts like Batman.

"BRUCE! STOP IT'S ME BARRY!" The Bat's eyes widened and his gun hit him hard. He felt his vision blurring as blood filled his mouth.

"Who are you? And how did you get here?" Batman lifted him up easily, shorter in height but still very powerful.

"Bruce I-" He was punched right in his face and his lip started bleeding.

"Mention my dead son again and you're dead!" His eyes widened comically.

"Thomas Wayne…" He whispered. The Batman took his hand-

"Wrong answer." And broke his finger. He screamed in pain.

"You have nine fingers left, answer wisely." He felt his vision clear and then blur again. His mouth was filled with the mattalic taste of blood.

Batman broke another finger. He screamed in pain again. He tried to speak but blood came out of his mouth instead. 

"My patience is wearing off. On the second thought, you are better off dead." He waited for the blow but it never came. He looked up from his spot to see the back of a familiar woman, she had blocked the punch of Batman.

"Marinette." She looked at him and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Barry…" She helped him stand and laid him on the cot. 

She looked at Batman with teary eyes. He looked guilty.

"You need to keep your anger in control uncle Thomas." Barry's eyes widened.

"He shouldn't have come here in the first place and he kept saying my son's name." Batman growled an answer.

Marinette just let out a dry chuckle, "Beating him isn't going to help bring him back uncle. If I hadn't come, you would have made me a widow." Then she glared at him. Batman met her glare with his own.

Batman looked at Barry with a look he couldn't decipher, but anger was definitely in there, "So you are Allen.

Barry finally found his voice, "U-Uncle Thomas?" 

She kissed his cheek and stood up to get medical supplies. 

"I met Bruce when I was 5. The Waynes came to our bakery. We both immediately clicked. We were best friends. Nothing could separate us.-" She wiped the blood from his lip.

"-Mr. Wayne here and his spouse, came there often and even invited me to their house when he saw Bruce laugh.-" Barry looked at Thomas to see him drinking looking at the far end of the cave.

"Bruce was the one who died in the alley that night." Barry mused in realization.

"Yes. I was there that night. We went to the movies. The man shot Bruce, but before he could shoot me, uncle Thomas beat him to death." Marinette looked sympathetically at Batman. 

"I-I saw Aunt M-martha, hu-hug Bruce and her-her hands covered in-in blood as she hugged Bruce…." She took a deep breath as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I touched her, she-she covered her mouth with her bloody hand. She-she must have felt her hands were slippery, because she- laughed. Laughed like a mad person. Thomas took Bruce from her, checking for anything, any sign of life. I was too scared to go near Martha, I looked at the wide blue eyes of Bruce, t-th-th.. blood…" She broke and sobbed loudly. To Barry's surprise, Batman put a hand on her shoulder and she hugged him. He just patted her back.

"Then Mrs. Wayne became joker… and you became Batman to get rid of the crime. Marinette went home but she was greeted by a burning bakery." Barry said, everything clicking into place.

"I was too busy caring for Martha, who was getting worse day by day. I told her that she doesn't smile anymore. That day when I came home, she had cut her cheeks, the only thing keeping her skin together was two staples. I knew it was too late for her. But I never expected her to become a serial-killer. I forgot about Marinette. She survived on the streets on her own. After so many years, she came to my door, and introduced herself." Batman took off his cowl.

"Now why are you here?" Batman or rather Dr. Thomas glared at him.

"I was the Flash, in-in another timeline. My power was superspeed. Everything was different. Me and some other heroes made a justice league. Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Green Lantern…. And Batman or Bruce Wayne were my friends. I-" Batman cut him short.

"How can I believe you? How can I know that you haven't hit your head somewhere or aren't faking it. I always knew you were wrong for her." 

"I-I…." His eyes suddenly catch the glimpse of his ring. "I can show you! My suit was in my ring." 

A suit did come out of the ring. But it wasn't his…. Barry jumped out of the cot and grabbed the suit, hands shaking.

"Isn't that what you were expecting?" Batman had put his cowl on and Marinette was standing a little away.

"Of course! Zoom did it!" Marinette gave him a confused look while Batman glared at him.

"Zoom came from the future, he repeated the experiment that gave me powers and came back in the past to kill me. He called himself reverse Flash. He created this timeline! This is his suit!" Barry growled.

Marinette waded in, cutting whatever Batman was about to say.  "He's telling the truth, I also remember my childhood. Much different childhood, no streets, no-" She clutched her head. Batman supported her.

"Bruce…." Marinette uttered.

"What?" Batman looked at her face.

"He shot you! That man shot you and Martha! Me and Bruce-" Batman put his finger on her mouth and turned to Barry.

"You mean we can bring back my son?" Barry nodded.

"He was my best friend so if we can bring him back I'm in. But what about you uncle?" Marinette looked like a kicked puppy.

"Bruce can take much better care of you than me. There will be no joker. No world ending war, the world is better off that way." Marinette nodded, eyes hardening and muttered under her breath looking away, " I'll miss you." 

"So what do we have to do?" Batman looked at Barry still clutching the suit angrily.

"First we need to get my powers back." 

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Escape & Release (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: After vowing to return for their next showdown, Eobard Thawne flees Barry Allen in the year 2049. He’s free - free at last from that God-awful Iron Heights prison. So what does he plan to do first with his newfound freedom?

A/N: Anyone else still thirsty from the latest episode? Well, here’s another Eo fic (a request, to boot!) to keep us going. PWP for you and me!

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After vowing to return for their next showdown, Eobard Thawne flees Barry Allen in the year 2049. He’s free - free at last from that God-awful Iron Heights prison. So what does he plan to do first with his newfound freedom?

The Reverse Flash has a couple of ideas…

First and foremost, the riskiest, most pressing matter involves visiting the person he couldn’t help but fall in love with all those years ago. Someone who never left his mind. Who got him through the darkest of nights. His ‘Juliet.’

You.

Letting the moments of the past thirty years literally blur by him, Eobard runs like the madman he truly is through his Negative Speedforce. His eyes glow a fiercely bright red in his tunnel vision.

There. This time. This will do just fine.

The villain comes to a stop and stalks outside your Central City apartment you kept in May of 2019. A quick sprint up to your balcony brings him to peer into your living area. You’re currently in the kitchen, rounding the corner. You look up in the dim evening light to discover the figure outside your window.

You scream out of shock, but in a split second, a leather-gloved hand appears to cover your mouth to muffle your surprise. You finally register who it is, but how can this be…?

“Eommmffff!” you exclaim behind his hand. He removes it and subsequently, his bright yellow cowl, messing up his hair in the process.

“Hello, my dear,” Eobard greets you with a twisted smile (something you haven’t seen in a long time). “It’s felt like centuries since I’ve seen you last.”

You can’t believe this! Barry and Nora and the rest of the gang have only just left to the future to try to stop Eobard!

“What are you doing here?!” you ask breathlessly while running your hands down his body, as if touching him will assure you he’s real and here. “How…?”

“I came to see you, of course.” Eobard runs the reverse side of his fingers down your cheek. “I’ve been locked up for years in the future. A wretched place, and you were one of only two things I thought about while I was in that hell hole.”

“...What was the other thing?”

“Oh, you know, the usual plotting revenge of the Flash.”

You laugh. “Naturally.” There’s a brief pause, in which you break from being mesmerized at having this man here in front of you and begin to think semi-rationally. “Aren’t you afraid they’ll find you here?” you ask. “Team Flash will be back from the future any time now, won’t they? If they’re not already back. Remember a few years ago how they reacted when they found out about… us?”

“Then we better make the most of our time.”

As much as you were hoping to keep Eobard safe from your friends, you really really like the sound of that.

“And how do you suggest we do that?” you say playfully, only to shortly find yourself pinned against the wall adjacent to your bedroom. You pull his face toward yours and kiss him after saying, “A little to the left,” in regards to reaching the door. With a strategic jump, you straddle his hips, locking your legs tight around him. The deep and dark sound his throat makes drives you to attack his mouth.

It’s been so long.

He speeds you into your bedroom to throw you down onto the bed with enough force that you bounce on the mattress. On the one hand, it’s sexy as all hell, but you also let out a squeal like a kid in a bouncy house.

The Speedster has you naked faster than the blink of the average eye.

You always loved that neat little trick.

“I’ve thought about every possible thing I’ve wanted to do to you in there,” he says while hovering over you, offending you to the nth degree by still wearing the suit while you’re completely exposed. Eobard Thawne never did care for fairness.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate?”

Eobard hums in your ear, then begins to nip and kiss around the area. You are a puddle under him. He hasn’t even dealt with your beckoning need down below, and yet you’ve found nirvana with every little thing he does to you.

He smells of sweat, arousal, and a lingering lust for vengeance from his earlier fight. It’s enough to send you into a state of frenzy - needing desperately to get him out of that damned suit. Yes, it outlined every muscle on his body to prove that he was essentially a Speed-Sex-God, but it currently had no right to be hugging him tightly anymore. You’ve missed his body, how he feels against you, over you, inside you. And you need him now.

“Ditch the suit, tough guy,” you order him. “Right now.”

Eobard smirks. “Someone’s gotten a little more feisty since I’ve been gone.”

You lower your hand down between your legs to play with yourself, looking him straight in the eyes. A taunt. An invitation. A beckoning.

“A little naughtier too, it seems. I have half a mind to just watch you do that until you come.”

“We both know there’s no time for that,” you point out and press two fingers to his lips. The villain sucks on your fingers like they’re the treat he’d been denied for far too long.

“You’re right, as ever.”

At that, he phases out of his yellow Speedster suit. It drops to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked and ripped just like you remember. Possibly even more impressive, it’s a toss-up, really. You also haven’t missed noticing the small amount of peppering grey in his hair. Time was kind to him, goddamn...

You crawl backward on your bed, and

Eobard follows. His arms flex when he pins your hands above your head and into the mattress.

“How do you want it?” he asks.

“Fast and hard.”

“Ah, my specialty.”

You chuckle under him, but Eobard swallows the sound with another kiss - firm and needy and owning. While he’s distracted by your lips, he lets his hands wander back down to knead your breasts. You moan and arch your back at his greedy touch. The villain looks like he’s playing his favourite instrument and is wholly pleased by the music he produces.

He’s about to make a whole lot more “music” with you as he lines himself up in preparation to enter you. For a Speedster, he sure does take his time. Deliberately, you’re sure of it.

But at last, the Reverse Flash finds his place deep inside you, where he belongs. You suck in the air and hold it in your lungs, your head tipping back a little more with each bit further he delves within your heat.

“You feel just like how I remember…” Eobard says, which quickly tapers off into a hungry groan. You need more of that. More of those sounds. It’s been years since you’d heard them, and you almost had forgotten entirely. You whine and meet his giving thrusts in response.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let your heels dig into the small of his back above you, and use your thigh muscles to push him closer to you. You desperately want the full weight of his body on you - if he crushed you, it would be a blessing.

He starts to pick up the pace a little bit more. You see a thought flicker behind his eyes.

“Have you been with others?” he voices it, complete with rumbly, territorial undertones, “While I was gone?”

This question catches you off guard, especially with him buried inside you and pulling and pushing and kindling a stronger fire inside. There’s too much happening at once, too many sensations. You are unsure of how to answer. Or if you can answer.

“I-I mean…” you start carefully, meanwhile taking a particularly hard thrust, “you were g-gone. I didn’t know when you’d be back. Or w-whether you ever would…”

Eobard takes your chin in his fingers and forces you to look him in the eyes. They flash red.

“Have you?”

You swallow hard, he inches out.

“I have.”

The man growls and his hips propel forward. You feel the jealousy, the vicious possessiveness in the movement and let out a strangled cry when he strikes you in the right spot.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

It’s just what you asked for.

“Did they ever make you feel like this?” he asks through gritted teeth. You wish he’d bite you with those teeth.

“What do you think?” you retort.

“Fucking say it.”

“No.”

“No, what?” Of course, this is the moment he decides to bring his thumb down between the two of you and play with your clit.

“Fuuuck no- no one. No one. No one but you makes me feel this way.”

It’s as if that’s exactly what Eobard needed to hear in order to kick into overdrive - to finish you, so to speak.

Finish me.

In all honesty, you would be concerned about the neighbours hearing deafening, verging on worrisome sounds coming from your mouth, but you are so deeply lost in your overpowering ride of pleasure that you don’t even care. You let your entire body just feel and let go.

You never thought you’d get to feel that much again.

You never thought you’d get to feel him again.

You think you must have been out of it for a bit there, because your eyes open to find Eobard now laying beside you, moving a piece of hair sticking to your forehead.

“Wow…” you say, then puff out a breath, looking up at the ceiling, shortly turning to face those eyes. It’s like they finally see you, finally assessing everything about your 2019-self and what he’s missed.

“I think I know the answer,” you dare to start, “but there’s no way you can stay, is there?”

“I’m afraid not,” Eobard confirms, sounding genuinely downhearted at the fact. “I’ve already risked so much coming back to this time. But we will see each other again. I can promise you that.” He meets your lips in a gentle kiss this time, something slightly unexpected, but not unheard of. “But I’m not leaving just yet. There’s still plenty left to do to you.”

Lucky me.

~

Anonymous Request: Would you please write Eowells x reader smut that takes place right after he runs off at the end of Flash S5? Like he and the reader are reunited and it gets steamy.

[kikikittykis]

The Flash and Supernatural in crossover

Summary: (Y/N) is hiding something from Jack.

Fandom: Supernatural and The Flash

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (Romantic)

Characters: Y/N L/N, Jack Kline, Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon

Genre: Angst with a bit of Fluff

Warnings: Non Descriptive bullet wound

Wordcount: 956

Masterlist

Jack and (Y/N) fell back onto their bed after their passionate night. (Y/N) moved into Jack’s arms, her heart was beating a mile a minute. (Y/N) said 

“Have you been to the west Coast?” (Y/N) turned to face Jack. on the bed with her arm across his bare waist. Jack looked down at her and said

“No, is it pretty there”

“It’s absolutely beautiful I also want to take you to Central City”

“What is Central City”

“Central City is where I was born and raised, then I got struck by lightning and everything changed”

“You were struck by lightning”

“Oh yes and I was in a coma for 9 months, nothing was the same after that” (Y/N)’s eyes were hiding something and Jack could tell so he said “Your not telling me something”

“Look Jack I want to I really do but I can’t”

“You can tell me anything (Y/N)”

“I know I can, that’s why I love you” (Y/N) said as she turned away from Jack and fell asleep and Jack laid on the bed staring at the ceiling until he fell into a deep slumber.

Jack awoke the next day to a cold bed. Without you beside him. At the end of the bed you had put a leather jacket and pants down for Jack. Jack got up out of bed and put on the clothes just as you walked in wearing a (F/C) colored leather suit that had a lightning bolt on the front. “Hold on” You said

“Why?”

“This is why” you and Jack walked outside of the bunker and you grinned at him before picking him up bridal style, which Jack was surprised you since only he had done it to carry you before. You picked up speed and Jack felt the wind wrap around the two of you as you ran towards your old home of Central City. Jack had no idea of where he was. The only thing that he slightly recognised was the Giant S.T.A.R Labs sign that he had seen in a photo of you with a couple other people. You took a badge out of your pocket and swiped it across the panel where it lit up and it said welcome (Y/N) (Y/L/N). The door’s lock clicked open. You opened the door which led to the front desk. You and Jack walked down through the room to the door on the other side. You walked through the door and came to the elevators “You want to know why I eat so much and when I get hurt I heal quickly”

“I want to know (Y/N)”

“I am a Metahuman, There was something called the particle accelerator well it exploded and the dark matter from the particle accelerator fused with the lightning that struck me, It altered my DNA”

“That was four years ago, Another man was struck by lightning, His name was Barry Allen”

“What happened to him” Jack asked

“He became The Flash”

“Is The Flash a Superhero”

“Yes he is a Superhero”

“I only told Castiel everything about what happened because I didn’t want to be treated differently, or have to use my powers”

“Was there anybody else”

“ There was Cisco he had a movie reference for any occasion, then there was Caitlin she’s a doctor and my best friend they were the ones to help with our speed”

The elevator door clicked open and you and Jack stepped into the elevator.Jack & you stood silent waiting for the floor. the elevator doors dinged and opened into the cortex you and Jack stepped out of the elevator Jack said 

“(Y/n)” but he did not finish his sentence a black-haired man interrupting him with 

“Who the hell are you wait wait (Y/N) good to see you”

 “Hey Cisco this is my boyfriend Jack, Jack meets Cisco, Cisco meet Jack”

“Does he know about you and Barry” (Y/N) just nodded instead of saying anything

 I just didn't want to keep anything from him okay” a woman with light brown hair came into the cortex. 

“(Y/N)”she screamed

“Hey Caity” (Y/N) Said to the woman meet Jack my boyfriend” Jack said hello Caitlin then said “My name is Doctor Caitlin Snow but you can call me Caitlin Jack”Jack didn't know what to say next when all of a sudden there was an alarm going off. Cisco ran over to the computer he proceeded to say that there was a robbery at Central City Bank he then asked (Y/N) to take care of the robbery and (Y/N) said 

“Always a pleasure” (Y/N) was gone and back in a blur in a (F/C) colored suit.(Y/N) ran out in a gust of wind. Caitlin then hurried over to the computer to be monitoring(Y/N)’s vitals for her. Jack just stood still and watched Caitlin and Cisco do their job. Cisco then turned off the comms and said that y /n was on her way back to STAR labs. there was a blur yellow lightning (Y/N) was holding her abdomen. She pulled her hand off of her abdomen and it was covered in red. (Y/N) started to fall over but Jack and Cisco caught her in time before she fell. Caitlin hurried into the medbay Cisco and Jack brought her over to the cot and laid her down on it. (Y/N) was already starting to heal so Caitlin had to quickly remove the bullet. In the end Jack was very happy that she was able to put her trust into him and that (Y/N) was okay.

[shipersanonymous]

A Flash fan fiction ❤️

By ShipersAnonymous and Annasorayasmith

....

I remember.

I remember it all. In flashes of red. The agony. The betrayal. The sound of my heart breaking. The silence as they each forgot about me.

As they left me behind.

I remember. And I don't intend to forgive.

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Author's Note:

A-hoy there shippers!

So I've been biting my tongue to keep this in cause I'm terrible at keeping secrets! But it's finally here!

I can't tell you how over the moon I am at this collaboration with @annasorayasmith who trusted me enough with her thoughts and let me put them into words.

I've never done anything like this before and this story has so much it's a challenge to find out which angle is better suited to tell the story (their all so good!). I hope that together we can do the story justice and hope that you enjoy it!

We've mixed a little Godly mythology into this with a bit of romance, a lot of familial drama and a splash of angst! It's a Barry/Eobard fic but to my shippers out there don't worry West-Allen will still form apart of this wild mix!

To my lovely co-author, thank you a million times over for sharing your imagination with me and believing in my skills enough to let me copilot. I look forward to reaching our destination but I'm stoked for the journey we're embarking on!

All aboard!!!

XOXO

💜🖤

*************Cliffhanger Warning*************

Prologue

His chubby fingers curled over the bar of gold that formed part of the crib’s frame. With curious eyes, he lifted himself onto the tips of his toes and peered inside. A flushed face, wrinkled and topped with a thin sheet of glossy, auburn hair, rested soundly against the mattress. The creature looked so small and fragile, like if he reached in hard enough he could hold its head between his infantile hands and squeeze with enough pressure to make it burst.

He smiled at the malevolent thought. 

As if sensing his darkened intent, the babe’s lips trembled before a holler, loud and panicked pushed out of them.

Strong voice for such a tiny thing.

His mother came rushing in, the worry in her eye unmistakable, fuelling his hatred. She swooped the hollering child into her arms and pressed it against her bosom. With the honey milk voice she used to reserve just for him, a song echoed from her chest and ruffled the clouds that they called home. The love in each note pronounced. The admiration and affection clear in each word.

The lullaby breaking his heart.

He shuffled to his mother’s side with his head hung in sadness. With the gentleness mastered only by a child, he tugged at her skirt for attention.

“Ami?” he called, a name he’d lovingly kept from his days as a babbling infant learning to speak, but his call went unanswered. Her attention had been captured by the creature that now laid still in her embrace.

The embrace stolen from him.

“Ami?” he tried again and this time her gaze turned towards him, her body continued its gentle sway as she danced with the little god.

“Achilles, my sweet, hush a moment and let mama put Apollo to sleep.” she pleaded softly, the affection in her golden eyes shining through like the rays of the rising sun. He could never deny her a wish when she smiled at him so warmly. So he swallowed down his pride with hopes that his good behaviour would win her favour enough for him to keep her love. As she carried on singing and swaying, he diligently held on to her skirt.

His tiny palm began to sweat and he tightened his grip. His unripe muscles thumped with a dull ache and stiffness, yet little Achilles persisted.

He was too afraid to let go.

At last she replaced the child in its bed of gold and turned her full attention onto him. His heart beat hopeful that his determination had paid off and when she smiled down at him he reached out his arms, begging her to pick him up. Needing to be encapsulated by her warmth, reassured that he hadn’t lost her. Instead she knelt down before him and drew him in for a hug.

“My sweet, sweet Achilles. I’m afraid I no longer poses the strength to carry you like I used to. You’ve grown so much,” she says once they pull apart and her eyes sparkle with a gleam of sadness, coloured by a hint of maternal pride. But little Achilles, small as he was, failed to read the emotion on her face and simply attached meaning to her words.

Was he now too big because she had a smaller model to compare him too? Was she now too weak because her strength had been exhausted on the creature that lay fast asleep in his crib? Regardless of the reason, there was a single common thread in both explanations.

Apollo.

This fiend he had to call brother had stolen from him the one thing he treasured most. The one fortune the stars had granted him. The love of his mother. He could feel it in the core of his very being.

“Iris!” his father’s thunderous voice boomed from a distance and she turned her head towards the sound.

“In a minute my lord,” she called back.

“Your father is in need of me, I must make haste. I plead thee, Achilles, do not wake thy brother,” she asked and he nodded.

As a reward for his compliance he received a kiss on the forehead before his mother took her leave. He waited till he was truly alone and approached the sleeping babe. Peering into the cot once again, he was filled with a dark determination to see his beloved mother rid of the parasite that harmed her so. With no one there to bare witness his eyes flickered a deep red and the corners of his lips turned up into a grin that rid his childish face of all its innocence. The old woman had warned him that the child that grew within his mother would bring nothing but misery. If she was right about that she must have been right about his quest.

It was his destiny to save his Ami. To rid the heavens of the abomination that shared his father’s blood with him. To be a hero that only a son of Zeus could be. As the seed planted itself into his naïve little heart and took root, the red glow died out of his eyes but it did not disappear completely. It simply slumbered behind the hazel of his irises, awakening each time he laid eyes on his bother.

…

The red in his eyes glows brighter than ever before as Eobard, triumphantly gazes down at a semi-conscious Barry. The loud roar of thunder drowns out Barry’s pained whimpers but the grimace on his bloody and bruised features is enough to appease Thawne’s sadistic hunger for the time being.

The blood stained rain drops, drip from his fingers to pool at his feet where it joins the river of red streaming from Barry, whose breaths are shallow. Each inhale agonising as it vibrates through his shattered ribs. Each exhale bringing him closer to his end.

Barry’s vision is blurred from the swelling of his eyes and bloody rain that wets his lashes, and yet he can still make out the haunting red orbs that glow like demon flashlights.

“W-Why?” he manages to whisper, searching for closure. A reason for his sudden and unjustified demise. Eobard let’s out a spine chilling cackle that slices through the night air, bleeding into the symphony of the storm.

“Poor, unsuspecting fool,” he spits.

“So naïve!” he punctuates his point with a kick to Barry’s side. The young man groans out in pain, a soft, tortured sound as he is too weak to scream.

“So unaware…” another kick.

“…Of the gift you’ve been granted. The honour bestowed upon you. So unworthy of the blood of Zeus.” A sneer of disgust crosses his lips as he gazes down at the weak, trembling figure at his feet. The thought that he is somehow connected to the whimpering mess, shames him. It dulls the glory of the Godly name bestowed upon him.

“Your existence is a mistake! A universal miscalculation. An error bound to bring misery to who’s ever path you cross.” Eobard sneers as he takes the two steps needed to close the distance his kicks had opened between them. Barry simply lays on his back, barely conscious, his eyes closed, his mind flipping through his memories with Iris to help ease his physical pain.

Her smile. Her touch. The sweet smell of her skin. The softness of her lips. The feel of her hair between his fingers. The lively sparkle in her eyes.

“But I intend to fix that.” Thawne declares as he sinks down on one knee and violently grabs Barry by the collar. The brisk movement sends a shock wave of pain through the injured boy’s body and forces his eyes to open as much as the swelling will allow.

Fear slithers into his heart.

“It’s why I was born. My destiny. And believe me when I say….”

Thawne holds his free hand up for Barry to see and though his vision is still impaired, Barry hears the moment his hand begins to vibrate. It’s a gut twisting sound that creeps into his bones and paralyses him. He’s never heard it before but something in him recognises it as a bad omen.

Death is coming.

“… that I’m going to enjoy the honour of ending your worthless life.” An evil smile of satisfaction thins Thawne’s lips as the prospect of his victory gives him the last bit of strength he needs.

A bolt of lightning lights up the sky with the brilliance of stadium lights.

A thunder clap, deafening like the roar of a mighty lion, rattles the wet earth.

Thawne, oblivious to it all, begins to lower his deadly hand onto Barry’s chest.

[bold-sartorial-statement]

Silver in the Cold

(Moodboard image description and image sources behind the "Keep reading” at the bottom of this post.)

Silver in the Cold (1769 words) by Thette / @bold-sartorial-statement​ for @peppersandcats​

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart

Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Sara Lance

Additional Tags: hints of sara lance/iris west, hints of ray palmer/mick rory, Illustrations, Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Golden Age Hollywood, Stalking, iris stalks len to find out more about him, No Smut, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Movie Star, Implied/Referenced Prostitution, Flirting, alternate universe - joe did not raise barry, Gay Barry Allen, Gay Leonard Snart, implied/referenced period typical racism, implied/referenced hays code homophobia

Summary:

Len hated publicity, but it was a part of the contract. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried for his best character smirk, before turning to the fan beside him.

"Barry, was it?" Len extended his hand, and Barry shook it, a bit too vigorously. He also didn't let go after the customary shakes, which was interesting. Len stroked Barry's pulse point with his index and middle finger, feeling the heartbeat speed up and watching Barry's eyes go wide.

Green. No, hazel. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, with brown specks around the dilating pupils.

Len let his eyes travel from Barry's face, down his body and up again. That face was now blushing a lovely scarlet. He still hadn't said a word, or made a move to let go. Len tilted his head, waiting. It took Barry five seconds to react.

"Yes! Yes, I'm Barry. Barry Allen. I've been looking forward to meeting you, Mr Snart."

"Always nice to meet a fan," Len said, letting go of Barry's hand, and dragging his fingertips across his palm. "And please, call me Len. We're going to spend a lot of time together today."

(In which Leonard Snart plays the villain on the silver screen, and Barry Allen is the lucky fan who wins a day on set.)

Notes: Written for the Coldflash Bingo Collection, for the prompt “Movie Star AU.” 

(Image description: a bingo card, with black crosses over three squares, and a red cross over the square “Movie Star AU.” End image description.)

Warnings: Takes place in the mid-1930ies. Minor reference to period typical racism, where Joe was not allowed to raise Barry. Len refers to Barry as an "invert," which is period typical and was used both derogatory and as an intra-community term. Reference to period typical homophobia, in the form of the Hays code. Minor reference to Barry's history of survival prostitution.

Image credit and description: All images are in black and white, with moderate blur and desaturation. Top row: Cropped screenshot from Infantino Street (The Flash 3x22), a closeup of Leonard Snart's smirking face in three quarter profile to the right. The shot is from behind Barry Allen's shoulders, and his silhouette is to the left in the picture. They're standing very close. Image source: Home of the Nutty

Second row, left: Photo of a pile of handwritten letters, overlaid with the text "Always nice to meet a fan" in white letters with black borders. Image source: Photo by Ylanite Koppens, public domain

Second row, middle: Vintage Victorian style film slide camera engraving. Original from the British Library. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel, CC BY 2.0

Second row, right: Photo of Wentworth Miller from the chest up, in three quarter profile, in the middle of the picture. He looks slightly surprised, with a mostly neutral facial expression. He is wearing glasses, a white shirt and a waistcoat. To his right, behind him, is a man in a suit, partially depicted. To his left is a woman, depicted from the back. She stretches her arm behind Wentworth Miller, touching up the other man's makeup. Image source: Cropped photo from the set of The Loft (2014), unknown photographer

Third and fourth row, left: Photo of Grant Gustin from the waist up, in front view, slightly right of center. He has a neutral and slightly bored expression. He is wearing a light-colored suit, a white shirt and a dark tie. The background is a neutral color. Image source: Cropped photo from Tyler Shield's photoshoot of Grant Gustin and Danielle Panabaker

Third row, middle and right: Cropped photo of part of the Coca Cola filmstrip "Black Treasures." (1969). The filmstrip is rolled up. Overlaid is the fic title "Silver in the Cold" in white letters with black borders. Image source: Photo by Bart Everson, CC BY 2.0

Fourth row, middle: Text in white with black borders on a plain gray background, "I can be gay as long as I die in the end---I'm a villain, you know." 

 Fourth row, right: Cropped photo of two men kissing. The photo is in profile, and the men are depicted from the waist to the chin. To the left is a relatively muscular man in a dark suit, white shirt and tie. To the right is a slim man, slightly shorter, wearing a light colored suit. The taller man holds his arms around the shorter man's waist, and the shorter man holds on to the taller man's right arm. Image source: Vintage photography, unknown photographer, cirka 1920-1940, (fourth picture from the bottom)

[goddessofmadnessheiress]

A Second Chance - Part 1

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader

Request: None

Summary: What if Barry sees you dying in his arms?

Warnings: Death; Blood; Angst; Metahuman! Reader; Spoilers?

Words: 1373 (Is that long? I don’t know… I’m used writing 4000.)

Notes: Sorry any grammar mistake English isn’t my first language, any nicely correcting is acceptable.

For the one that are new to this kind of fanfics:

(Y/y/c): eyes color; (Y/h/n): your hero name; (Y/n): your name; (Y/m/n): your mother’s name; (Y/f/c): your favorite color; (Y/h/l): hair length; (Y/h/c) : hair color; (Y/s/t): skin tone; (Y/f/f): your favorite flower.

         When you teleported to S.T.A.R Labs you didn’t expect to see Barry fighting with Reverse Flash. But here they were, they arrived before you. What could you do? How could you help Barry, the love of your life?  Your voice escaped your mouth without your permission when you see Barry in that red suit falling into the hard ground.

          “Barry!” You screamed again and your voice echoed in the almost empty room. Reverse Flash lifted is head to look you in your (Y/e/c) orbs. His mouth formed an evil smile.

          “Say goodbye to your loved one (Y/h/n)!” Your heart almost stopped when you saw his vibranting hand going on Barry’s chest direction. Then a though passed in your head. Maybe it won’t work, but you needed to try.

          Your velocity was way too slow compared to theirs but you had a chance, none of them knew that you were planning. You close your eyes and teleported yourself to be in between both men.

          The pain you felt was indescribable. Your whole chest were burning in pain, you could felt his hand piercing your heart in only one move. You didn’t recognized your own scream, it sounded like other person. You couldn’t feel the blood that was staining your once white t-shirt.

          Your body fell slowly but before you could feel the cold hard ground in your back Barry got up and speeded in your direction. He dropped on his knees and screamed to the sky. Smiling to the scene in from of him the Reverse Flash disappeared in a yellow blur.

          “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” Barry’s voice spook to your almost death body. He screamed again when he felt your blood running by his long fingers. “W-w-why have you done that?”

          “Because I love you. I loved since kindergarten but you’ve always loved Iris…” You started but soon were interrupted by coughs. You looked in Barry’s green orbs that where slowly filling with visible tears.

          “I never loved Iris. I was in love with you since we were six years old (Y/n).” Your smile brought a sad smile in Barry’s face. With great difficulty you lifted your body to plan a light kiss on Barry’s lips. “Please, please, please (Y/n) don’t leave me.” He started saying when your lips parted and your body weighed on his arms.

          When Joe, Cisco and Caitlyn found you two you were long gone, Barry weren’t physically able to cry more so he was just holding you body close to his while rocking back and forth whispering “Please, please, please come back to me.” Or sads “I love you, I always did.”

          Barry screamed and kicked when Joe tried to get your motionless body from his strong arms. No one ever saw the boy like that. He was filled with guilty. He couldn’t protect the most important person on his life that now laid death in his arms. He could be the fasted man alive but he was too slow to tell you how he felt about you. He discovered in the worst way that you felt the same for him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          Today was your funeral. Barry was sitting in a corner far from all your family. He was feeling guilty, way more than he felt the day before. He was the reason you were death, we couldn’t bear your parents’ tears. The explanation of your death that Joe came up with was that you die in an assault but Barry knew the truth that’s why he didn’t want to talk with your familiars, he couldn’t lie to them. Especially to your mother, the woman who helped Joe on the hard task of taking care of him when he was eleven.

          Iris set by his side with a worried look. “Hey.” She called gently but Barry didn’t lift his head truly he didn’t moved his body he kept crying in a not so small ball he was while hugging his long legs to his chest. "Please Barr, look at me.” Iris asked trying to hug him. No one expected Barry’s sudden move.

          “Don’t touch me. I don’t deserve pity. It’s my entire fault. She is dead because of me.” He screamed getting up and away from Iris. (Y/n)’s mom run in his direction hugging him tight while he slowly breaks down and falls to his knees still hugging (Y/m/n)’s waist.

          “It is not you fault my child.” The sweat voice of your mom told Barry while messing with his hair. “She was murdered. You could never have warmed my daughter.” Now was (Y/m/n) that start crying, Barry instinctively got up and hugged her closer.

          “I loved her.” He confessed low so just the two of them could hear.

          “I know my child. I know.” Her voice was so broken that Barry felt guilty again. “She loved you too.”

          It was Barry’s turn to say “I know.” Your mom lifted her head so she could smile to him, it was a warm smile just like yours. Barry felt his eyes filling with tears again. Oh, he missed you so much.

          “Please. Be strong, for her.” Your mom asked while getting his hand on hers. “Please stay this last minute by her side.” Your mom was now openly crying while pulling him to the side of your coffin.

          Your coffin matches with you. It was (Y/f/c) with golden details. Your motionless body were dressed in your favorite dress with your long (Y/h/c) hair loose as you always used and your little (Y/s/t) feet where barefoot. Your dad explained to Barry that you have asked if something ever happened to you that you were buried that way. Your every wish was been fulfilled. Barry needed to hold a new wave of tears when he saw that your coffin where filled with (Y/f/f).

          Barry couldn’t watch as you (Y/f/c) and golden coffin where being buried but he was the last one to leave. Even your parents were in the way to their car when the once love of your life were kneeing in front of a grey tombstone which could be read the word “A lovely daughter and an even better friend."

          “I’m sorry my friend, my love, my (Y/n). You were a hero, my savior.” Said a sad Barry his strong hands were shaking when he placed a single blue rose in front of the cold stone. “This rose means eternal true love, my (Y/n). And that is what you always being and always will be to me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nowdays~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          It’s being two months since your death. Barry went to the cemetery every single day with a single blue rose to ask your forgiveness and declared his love, the same one that he never had the courage to tell you while you were alive and by his side.

          Barry is fixing his tie in the middle of S.T.A.R.S. lab, he is back to his function as the only hero of Central City but since that day Barry is avoiding the room here you jumped in front of the Reverse Flash.

          Barry takes the blue rose that is resting on Cisco’s table, ready to today’s visit. He has been feeling a little better since the day that Reverse Flash was defeated but your absence on the missions where slowly killing him from the inside.

          “Barry! You need to see this!” Cisco screams while entering the room.

          “Not now Cisco. I’m going to the cemetery.” Barry answers aggressively, other effect of your absence, Barry is getting sadier and angrier with every day that pass but the sound of a explosion makes Barry stops where he is.

          Caitlyn’s screams makes Barry speeds up to other floor. When he enters the room the first thing that he sees is his memory of you dying in his arms. But the second thing that his eyes lands on are real and big. A giant portal is open right in front of his eyes.

          Before he can’t ask anything a long bang shuts him up. A huge invisible force drags the hero and his friends on the portal direction. Barry can’t think; he can’t understand what is happening before being swallowed by darkness.

          A plenty and cold darkness wrapped around them.            

[lady-divine-writes]

Hummel Holidays one-shot: “Everyday Superhero” (Rated PG13)

Summary: While watching Kurt buy toys for a Christmas fundraiser, Sebastian learns a valuable lesson somewhere between the Pokemon plushies and the Barbie aisle when a little girl mistakes him for someone else. (1477 words)

Rare pair: Kurtbastian

Notes: I wrote something similar for another pairing, but it's not exactly the same, jsyk. Written for the Hummel Holidays prompt 'shopping'.

Read on AO3.

“Do you have to pick out every present yourself?” Sebastian asks, rummaging through a box of Pokémon plushies and making them battle one another. “I mean, you don’t even know these kids.”

“I guess not.” Kurt shrugs. “But buying toys is fun! It gets me into the holiday spirit!”

“Do you know what gets me into the holiday spirit?”

“A bottle of Courvoisier and a stack of porno mags?”

“No. Watching you dress up in that green and red Christmas sweater of yours and play Kurtie the Christmas Elf.”

Kurt looks over his shoulder, mildly confused by the child friendly overtones of Sebastian’s remark. “Really?”

“Yup. As long as that sweater’s all you’re wearing,” Sebastian continues, sliding his hands around Kurt’s hips, his fingers weeding through the unoccupied belt loops.

Kurt shakes his head. “Good feelings gone,” he says, putting three boxes of Star Wars action figures into his shopping cart.

Seeing his seduction technique fail miserably, Sebastian sighs. “So you’re really going to spend the entire afternoon at some random middle school wrapping presents?”

“Yes sir-ee.”

“Can we maybe have sex before you go?”

“Are you going to change your mind and come with me?” Kurt asks, checking items off his list.

“Uh, that would be no. I don’t volunteer, babe. I’m rich. I write checks and go on with my life.”

Kurt huffs. “Then no afternoon nookie for you.”

“There’s my holiday spirit gone, Scrooge McTightPants,” Sebastian says, taking his hands off his fiancé’s hips and shoving them into his pockets.

“Put on a Santa hat and write a check. It should come right back.”

Sebastian goes back to rummaging through a different box of stuffed toys when he gets the distinct feeling that someone is stalking him. He stands straight and peeks down the aisle left and right with his eyes so as not to be too obvious about it. Once he confirms his suspicions, he comes up behind his fiancé and whispers: “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”

“Title of your sex tape?” Kurt says, recycling his favorite catch phrase from Brooklyn Nine Nine.

“Shhh. Keep it G-rated. We’re not alone.” Sebastian tilts his head to the side. Kurt’s gaze follows, but he doesn’t see anything until he peeks over his fiancé’s shoulder. From around the corner at the end of the aisle, Kurt spots a pair of stunning blue eyes set in a tiny face surrounded by shoulder length blonde hair disappear in a blur into the Barbie aisle.

“What the …?” he mumbles. Then he chuckles. “Uh-oh. It looks like we have company.”

Sebastian turns to see a woman headed their way, spurred on by a tiny girl, pushing her in their direction.

“Hi.” The woman waves sheepishly. “I am so sorry to bother you …”

Kurt smiles. “It’s alright. Is there something we can do for you?”

“Kind of.” The woman peeks nervously behind her when the girl gives her a shove. “My name is Kianna. This …” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder at the child they have yet to see completely “… is my daughter Shayna.”

“Hello, Shayna.” Kurt tries to maneuver around Kianna’s legs to get a good look at her daughter. He catches a glimpse of her, but she moves too quickly out of the way for Kurt to get more than that. But from what he can see, the girl isn’t paying attention to him.

She’s completely focused on Sebastian.

“She’s a little shy,” Kianna says. “But she asked me to come talk to you because she thinks …” Kurt hears the girl whisper, something only her mother can understand, and Kianna sighs. “I’m so very sorry, but she thinks that you …” She gestures to Sebastian “… are Barry Allen.”

Sebastian’s eyes go wide. “Barry Allen?” he repeats. “You mean like … The Flash Barry Allen?”

Shayna giggles, and Kianna’s cheeks turn pink. “Yeah. Again, I’m really sorry about this, but her father’s underway. He’s not going to be home for Christmas. And I thought that maybe … if you didn’t mind … I mean, I know you don’t know us, but …”

While Kianna talks to Kurt, Sebastian gets down on one knee to get a better look at Shayna. She braves a peek, lower lip sucked so far between her teeth, he can see every freckle on her chin.

He smiles and gives her a wink.

“So, you figured me out, huh?”

Both Kurt and Kianna go silent when they hear Shayna gasp.

“It is you!” Shayna says, eyes so wide they start to compete with every other feature on her face. “My mom said it probably wasn’t you, but I knew it was! I just knew it!”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Sebastian says, not entirely sure where he goes from here. “But you can’t tell anyone, okay? I’m not supposed to be in town.”

“Oh, don’t worry …” Shayna motions over her mouth like she’s zipping her lips “… I won’t say anything to anyone! I promise!” She gives Sebastian a once over, a quizzical look on her face. “Where’s your super suit?”

“I … keep it in my ring,” he says, quickly culling from one of the few pieces of Flash trivia that he knows. He raises his hand and shows Shayna his engagement ring from Kurt – a smooth, platinum band with a simple filigree engraving. “Remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Shayna reaches out a hand to touch it, but decides against it, and instead stares at it in awe. She examines it, tilting her head and scrunching her nose. “It looks different than it does on TV.”

“It has to, or else bad guys would know where it is.”

“Yeah! That makes sense!”

Kurt doesn’t hear everything Sebastian says to Shayna, which would normally make him nervous because the man has no filter, but as Shayna’s eyes become wider and her smile spreads, he realizes he has nothing to worry about. Sebastian is a man with a vivid imagination, and whereas that imagination is usually in the gutter, this time he’s weaving this girl a tale of superhero antics, acting as sidekick to a man he calls The Fashion Meister (whom Kurt realizes, with a flick of Shayna’s eyes upward, is supposed to be him) in an attempt to save Christmas for the entirety of P. S. 78 in Queens.

Kianna watches Sebastian interact with her daughter, smiling wistfully when Shayna tells Sebastian that, without a doubt, he’s her favorite superhero.

When Sebastian says, “Well, your daddy is mine,” tears slip down her cheeks.

“Okay, Shay,” she says, wiping her eyes with the cuff of her shirt, “I think it’s time for us to go and let these gentlemen get back to their business.”

“She means the mission,” Shayna corrects for her mother.

“That’s right,” Sebastian says. “But you know what? Maybe we’ll bump into each other again sometime.”

“Yeah,” Shayna says, hopping on the balls of her feet. “Maybe we will.”

Kianna takes her daughter’s hand, but the girl breaks free and throws herself into Sebastian’s arms. “Thank you, Barry,” she says, squeezing him tight.

It takes Sebastian a second, but he wraps his arms around Shayna’s thin body and squeezes back. “No, Shayna. Thank you. And make sure you thank your daddy for me the next time you talk to him. Okay?”

“Okay!”

“Come on, Shay,” her mother says in a wobbly voice. “We should be getting home.”

“Alright.” Shayna gives Sebastian a kiss on the cheek, then takes her mother’s hand and practically pulls her from the aisle, telling her all the things Sebastian had said about his and Kurt’s mission to save Christmas.

Sebastian watches Shayna and her mother round the corner, the girl pausing a moment to give them one final wave before she skips excitedly out of sight. But Sebastian doesn’t look away, staring thoughtfully after her. He doesn’t snap out of it until Kurt puts a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s up?” he asks with a soft sniff. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I was just wondering,” Sebastian says, slowly falling back to earth, “do you think there’s room down at that school for one more elf?”

“Are you asking to come with me?”

“Maybe,” Sebastian says, swiftly wiping a hand across his cheek before he turns to look at his fiancé. “Do you think we could stop by our place and have sex first?”

“I’m not sure we have time,” Kurt teases.

“I am The Flash.” Sebastian winds an arm through Kurt’s and leads him towards checkout. “They call him the fastest man alive. I don’t have any super powers, but I’m pretty sure I can live up to that.”

Kurt laughs, pushing his cart down the aisle with his head on his fiancé’s shoulder. “In this instance, I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of.”

[stillthewordgirl]

LOT/CC fic: Ripples in Time (Ch. 3 of 3)

Set in my "Chances Are" continuity. (In which Leonard Snart got stuck in 1958 with Sara, Ray, and Kendra.) Rip's already lectured Sara and Leonard about how their actions in 1958 may have changed many things. Turns out, at least one of those things strikes very close to home. Set between chapters 16 and 17 of "Somewhere on Your Road Tonight."

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

It’s late by the time they get back to the hotel, sneaking in like teenagers, but Sara’s still so full of adrenaline that she makes quite good on the promise of that kiss. Later, Leonard somewhat groggily asks for the number of the truck that hit him—though he does it with a pleased smirk on his face—before falling quite soundly asleep, and Sara follows soon afterward, still entwined with him on the far-bigger-than-Waverider-quarters king bed.

She sleeps soundly herself, waking by the time she’d planned to and rising quietly. Leonard only utters a sleepy murmur, but he opens his eyes a little by the time she returns, showered and dressed.

“Going somewhere?” he mutters, reaching for her. Sara evades him easily, but then leans back over to kiss him.

“I told you,” she reminds him. “I’m going to see Dig and Lyla and baby Sara, and then to lunch with Thea.”

Leonard blinks, but then she sees memory rise in his eyes again. “Right.” He pushes himself up on an elbow. Sara hums appreciatively as the sheet falls aside a bit, giving her a very nice view. “You want me to come with you?”

She’d already told him it was fine, but she gives it due thought again anyway. Something about the idea of seeing Len meet her small namesake is very appealing. But…

Leonard nods as he sees her pause. “Go see the kid without having to explain me,” he says quietly, stretching back out—and smirking as he sees Sara’s eyes trail slowly down his torso, following the line of dark (OK, maybe a little graying) hair under the sheet that’s still slung over his hips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Mmmm.”

“Sara. Aren’t they waiting for you?”

“They’re not going anywhere.” Her fingers twitch with the impulse to reach out and pull away that sheet.

“Neither am I.”

When Sara finally does leave, Leonard’s not ashamed to admit he goes back to sleep, enjoying the opportunity in a way he rarely can. When he finally rises, he gets ready in a more leisurely fashion, then tries to figure out what to do next.

It’s obvious, probably. It doesn’t take long before he decides to see if he can saunter into the Arrowcave like he does into STAR Labs. Hopefully without getting an arrow through the brain.

Well. He’s never been one to make the wisest decisions. And the challenge is intriguing.

Presumably, Queen & Co. won’t want to piss off Sara by killing him. So there’s that.

Memory gets him to the site. Skill gets him in. The security system is good, very good, but it’s not Leonard Snart good. He doesn’t even trip it. He just…convinces it.

So, he’s very, very smug when he saunters into the Arrowcave proper, smirk on his face, hands behind his back, trying not to look like a threat but completely willing to look like an asshole.

It lasts as long as it takes him to get far enough for Felicity Smoak (who’s sitting at her desk and studying her computer) to glance up and see him.

“Oh,” she says in a bored tone, “it’s you.” Then, to his surprise, she giggles. “The man of the hour.”

Well, this isn’t what he expected. Or wanted. Leonard frowns at her, letting his arms fall to his sides. “Come again?”

Felicity waves a hand at another desk. “Read ‘er and weep, lover boy.”

Leonard eyes her a moment, then sidesteps over to that desk. There’s a newspaper there, one of the more tabloid-ish local ones, and he glances down at it.

His jaw drops. Felicity snickers again.

There’s a photo there. It’s under the fold, as the top is face down, but it’s still clear and in full color. And it’s…him. And Sara. Kissing. There on the rooftop. A nearly full moon in the background, illuminating them in a scene like something from a movie.

The photographer had somehow managed to miss the archer in green who was on the rooftop with them. Leonard stares at it a moment, then skims the caption. Oh. Peachy. They’ve clearly identified him as Central City’s Captain Cold (“hasn’t been seen for six months since his escape from Iron Heights”) and they’re baffled by Sara (“another Star City Canary?…successor?...who?...why?”). To his slight amusement, the paper’s clearly linked them to the police raid on the drug operation, though not the Arrow, and they’re both being taken as well-intentioned, if vigilante-inclined, heroic types.

It’s a good pic, actually. Even if he never saw it coming. Leonard studies it a moment longer, imagining what’s going to happen if Lisa sees it before he can explain, then shakes his head.

“Way to destroy my image.” he sighs, tossing the paper aside.

Felicity is peering around her screen, looking like she’s holding back laughter. “You did it to yourself,” she points out.

“That’s who I was talking to.” Then something else occurs to him, something involving Felicity and how he first “met” her and who her friends are—and how she’s watching him with such gless. Leonard stops in his tracks. “Wait. Tell me you didn’t send that to…”

Too late. He closes his eyes in resignation as a golden-red blur darts into the room, resolving into a red-suited man who’s not even bothering to wear a mask, but who is wearing an immense grin.

“…Barry Allen,” Leonard finishes. “Gee. Thanks, Smoak.”

Felicity stands, eyes huge. “Wait. You know…”

“Yes, I know his name,” Leonard drawls in exasperation before folding his arms and leveling a stare at the other man. “Barry.”

“Snart!” the younger man says happily. He looks like he’s going to step forward and try for a hug, but Leonard steps deliberately backward when he sees it coming, and Barry stops. “I knew you guys were back for a couple days, but Dr. Stein and Jax and Mick wouldn’t say where you were. You and Sara Lance? Really?”

Leonard keeps his gaze chilly. “That tone of surprise is rather insulting, Allen.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!” Barry looks a little rattled, which is satisfying, but that big grin is still there. Once, Leonard would have assumed it was mocking him, but he knows better now, with 1958 and Gabriel Drive behind him. Barry Allen is idealistic and brave and, OK, kinda cute. He’s also kind, and Leonard knows it now for the odd strength it is instead of a weakness.

If he really thinks Leonard is happy with Sara Lance, that grin is 100 percent genuine.

“It’s just…” Barry actually scuffs a toe on the ground. It’s kind of adorable. Leonard scowls. “…I never even thought it was likely that you two would meet, let alone…ah…”

“Hook up?” Felicity asks gleefully from her desk, apparently deciding to try to stir the pot a little more for her own entertainment. Leonard ignores her, although Barry flushes a little.

“Yeah,” he mutters, though he keeps that damned grin. “After all that protesting about not being a hero…”

“I’m not…” Leonard gives up. “What’s your point?”

“Nothing! Good for you, Snart. I mean…is it serious? Um.” Barry darts a glance at Felicity while Leonard decides he’d rather sink into the ground and vanish than have Barry Allen fishing for clues about his intentions toward Sara. “Does Oliver know…?”

“Does Oliver know what?” The man himself stalks into the room and Leonard closes his eyes in a “give me strength” gesture. There’s a faint sound from the far wall and an elevator opens, letting Laurel out. It’s a measure, Leonard figures, of how weird this whole situation is that he’s relieved to see the lawyer. He tosses a glance her way as she wheels toward them, annoyed that it probably comes out a little pleading, and is even more annoyed when Barry…well, giggles is probably the best word…on his other side.

But Queen takes one look at the paper and snorts, a sound that Leonard thinks might actually contain a little amusement. “Oh, I did,” the archer says. “Frankly, I think everyone in the city has. And beyond.” He gives Leonard a cool look, but there is indeed a hint of humor in his gaze. “I should have warned you. The would-be paparazzi have taken to camping out in places with good views of likely rooftops. Sorry about that.”

He’s not sorry at all. Leonard regards him steadily, then decides not to take the bait. “Well,” he drawls, looking down at the photo. “It’s a good pic. Maybe they’ll give us a copy of the file in exchange for an autographed copy or something.”

Queen loses the smile, but Laurel chuckles. She starts to say something, but they’re interrupted by the footsteps, and Sara’s voice lifting in greeting.

“Hey,” she calls as she enters the room, “look who I found outside!”

Because this day couldn’t much any weirder or more awkward. Still, Leonard finds his lips lifting in a smile as he watches Mick sauntering in at Sara’s side, eyeing the gathered heroes with a look of wary uncertainty. He obviously brightens with relief, too, as he sees Leonard, though he quickly hides it behind habitual surliness and the expression that says clearly that he’s already decided to give no fucks about this gang of heroes before they can decide not to give any fucks about him.

“Allen,” he barks at Barry. “What the hell?”

Barry looks sheepish. “Well, I wasn’t going to bring you in here without asking,” he retorts, then looks at the nonplussed-looking Queen. “Uh. Hi, Oliver…”

Felicity raises a hand. “Uh. Did you just tell the arsonist Oliver’s name?”

“Already knew it, Ponytail.”

Eyes go to Leonard, who promptly jerks his thumb at Sara, perfectly willing to pass the buck. She rolls her eyes.

“They’re my teammates,” she says with exasperation, folding her arms, “no matter what you think of their prior career paths.” She glances at Mick. “You’re not going to burn down the Arrowcave, right, Mick?”

“Pro’bly not.”

“See?”

Queen finds his voice. “Sara…”

Sara can take care of herself. Leonard moves with some alacrity toward Mick. “You let Allen flash you over here? Really?”

His friend shrugs. “I was bored. And Allen wigged out over that pic…though not as much as Ramon did.” He smirks. “You OK? Blondie’s dad didn’t try to murder you?”

“Not yet, anyway.” Leonard’s trying to decide whether to surreptitiously get Mick out of there or stay and watch the potential chaos, when his thoughts are interrupted by a quiet, amused voice.

“Mr. Rory, I presume?”

He glances over and sees Laurel sitting there watching them, a smile hovering around her mouth. He offers her a wry smile, glancing at Mick, who blinks at Sara’s sister as she sits there and considers him.

“Yeah,” he finally manages. “Hi.”

Laurel inclines her head to him, extending her hand. Mick, looking slightly flummoxed, takes it, but keeps holding it as if he’s not sure what to do with it. Leonard, not sure whether to smirk or wince, clears his throat, but Laurel doesn’t seem to mind, considering Mick thoughtfully.

“I understand that you’ve known Mr. Snart here a long time,” she tells him. “In fact, I gather you’re the next best thing to brothers.”

Mick blinks. Leonard blinks. But neither of them bothers to deny it.

“Uh,” Mick says finally. “Yeah. And yer Sara’s sister.”

Leonard winces again. Laurel just smiles.

“I am,” she acknowledges. “And I have so many embarrassing stories about her. And I’m willing to share them.”

Mick brightens. Belatedly, he gives her hand a shake, letting go, but Leonard sees Laurel tighten her fingers around his, briefly, first, almost a gesture of encouragement. Then she starts asking him about Leonard, about how they met, and Lisa, and Leonard decides that even after everything, Mick won’t purposely try to sabotage Laurel’s opinion of him.

He backs slowly off even as Sara comes up beside him, bumping his shoulder with hers and chuckling evilly as she sees Laurel talking to Mick.

“She’s not Mick’s type,” he says, even though he’ll admit some uncertainty. “Too classy.”

“I think you might be wrong about that,” Sara murmurs without saying exactly what he’s wrong about, but continues without clarifying. “Well. Even if nothing like that does happen, I think they might be something even rarer and more special.”

She smiles at his inquiring look, answering the unspoken question. “Friends. And isn’t that unexpected?”

“Huh.” Leonard considers them. Mick can claim all he wants that he doesn’t have friends, but that’s changed, on the Waverider…and he’s certainly behaving himself for the moment.

“Laurel’s good with people,” Sara says softly. “Better than I am. And…she’s changed. Once, I could see her balking at…”

“Befriending a criminal and arsonist?”

“Well, yeah. Now…” Sara smiles a little more, watching as Mick answers some question or another, getting a smile from Laurel. “We’ve all changed.”

“True, that.”

Somehow, with Barry’s visit and the entry of a few of the other members of Team Arrow, the gathering at the Arrowcave’s developed an oddly congenial atmosphere. Barry’s dispatched to get Iris at Felicity’s insistence, and the Diggle family turns up with wings and pizza at one point. Leonard’s getting used to getting various sorts of once-overs as new players arrive, and he thinks he’s handing them with equanimity.

When the Diggles arrive, Sara reaches for the tiny, curly-haired girl with a murmur of pleasure, and Leonard can’t help but watch as small Sara Diggle reaches for her in return. He exchanges a glance with the namesake’s father—one that on John Diggle’s part says clearly “don’t mess with us—or her--and we won’t mess with you”—and nods in acknowledgement.

The man Felicity calls “Curtis” gives him another sort of once-over, and the men exchange a nod with its own sort of recognition. He’s cute, in the sorta-geeky-yet-sorta-badass way Leonard has a certain predilection for in guys, and it’s kind of nice to see the same sort of appreciation there, even if neither one of them will act on it.

Then Thea Queen arrives and, having apparently been filled in by Sara, checks him out in the sort of semi-lascivious slow scan that actually draws a smirk from Leonard’s face. She winks at him when she’s done, and he winks back, and just like that, they seem to be OK.

Someone, at some point, gets beer and other beverages. Leonard notes in bemusement that a few more familiar faces have arrived…the Steins and Jax, Cisco and Snow. Sara’s in her glory, talking to old friends and new, and after a while, Leonard merely gets a drink, parks his back against a wall and watches her, smiling at her happiness.

“Snart.”

“Queen.” Leonard takes a drink of his beer, not taking his eyes off Sara. Oliver Queen leans next to him, apparently watching the same thing. After a few moments, though, Leonard can feel the gaze on him.

“I do not...dislike you as much as I would have thought.”

As overtures go, it’s certainly not the friendliest, but it’s more sincere for all that, and Leonard turns a little, eyeing the vigilante. “Same,” he drawls. Then he tilts his head. “I’m sensing a ‘but.’”

(He thinks he deserves a medal for not layering innuendo in those last words. A freakin’ medal.)

Queen doesn’t seem aware of that, but he does acknowledge the words with a return tip of his head—and a frown that makes Leonard frown in return.

After a moment, Queen speaks again. “I want Sara to be happy. She’s been through a lot and…” He hesitates. “A lot of it was my fault. In one way or another.”

Leonard leaves that alone. “You don’t think she’s happy,” he says, watching Sara and the smile on her face, making it both a question and not. He feels Queen turn his head to watch her too, and the silence between them stretches.

“No,” the other man finally says, with a sigh. “I know she is. I can see it. But…” He looks back at Leonard, who’s rather surprised to see sympathy in his eyes. “Snart. For how long?”

Leonard narrows his eyes. “Explain.”

Queen looks back at Sara, who’s still holding a contented-looking Sara Diggle and talking to the woman named Lyla. “What are you going to do?” he asks. “Come back from killing Savage and go back to being a crook?” His gaze flicks back to Leonard. “Shift paths and be a hero?” He holds up a hand as the other man starts to retort. “I know it worked out all right yesterday. But…people know who you were. Do you really think they’ll just let you change?”

Leonard wants to get angry about the words, but…there’s a strong feeling of inside knowledge there, and even pain, in Queen’s voice. And he’s wondered about such things himself; it’s why he’d grabbed the opportunity to reinvent himself with both hands, back in 1958. But can he do it in 2016?

He hesitates, and Queen sees it. The other man nods curtly.

“If it doesn’t work out, whatever your new plan is, what happens?” he says. “Do you just leave? Sara…she’s had too many people leave. But do you really feel like there’s a future for you two?”

Leonard stares at him. He still wants to be angry. Hell, he wants to be enraged. He wants to deny what Queen’s saying. But…

He’s said it himself. Queen’s right. Many people aren’t very willing to let juvenile delinquents…or their adult versions…be anything else once they’ve labeled them so.

Leonard glances away. He hears the other man sigh.

“I don’t…” Queen stops. Then he sighs again. “Just…think about it,” he says, shaking his head. He turns and walks away, back toward Felicity.

Leonard watches him go. Then he looks back at Sara, who’s set little Sara down and is smiling at the small girl as she toddles across the floor. And then he turns away, heading for the stairwell.

He needs some fresh air…and some space to think.

“Where’s Leonard?”

Sara’s been enjoying herself quite a bit during this rather impromptu party in the Arrowcave. She’s kept an eye on Leonard and Mick as she catches up with old friends, pleased at how they seem to be relatively comfortable—definitely more comfortable than she’d feared, or even hoped. Mick had been pleased at the arrival of others he actually knew, and it seems like Stein, of all the people, has decided to be somewhat protective of him.

They’ve become family, on the Waverider. As amazing and unlikely as that might seem.

Leonard had been holding up the wall and watching everyone and everything in his usual fashion, but he’d seemed comfortable enough. But he’s not there now, and Sara realizes she can’t remember when she’d last seen him there. And when she had…

Oliver’s looking guilty. Goddamnit.

Sara starts for him purposefully, glaring, and Felicity, seeing her coming, glances at him too. Her eyes narrow—she’s even better at judging guilty Oliver Queen expressions than Sara is. Laurel, no slouch at that herself, glances over, then starts wheeling toward them.

Oliver looks alarmed. Good.

“We had…a talk,” he says abruptly, folding his arms as the three women converge on him. “But if he left, he left of his own volition.”

“Oliver Queen,” Felicity hisses. “What did you say?”

He starts sputtering, but Sara doesn’t want to hear it. She turns away, scanning the room, then starts for the stairs.

“Sara!”

She turns back, looking at Laurel. (Felicity’s already lighting into Oliver as others start to notice.)

Laurel studies her, empathy in her eyes.

“If he left,” she says, “he’s still planning to come back. That man wouldn’t leave you on Oliver Queen’s say-so.”

Sara gives her a reluctant smile. “That man,” she responds, “won’t do anything on Oliver’s say-so.”

Laurel smiles in return. “Go find him,” she instructs. “No matter what stupid thing Ollie said, this Leonard Snart loves you. He won’t have gone far.”

She’s right.

Leonard, for all his relative dislike of heights, had gone where Sara is likely to find him—up, to the Star City rooftops. She finds him there, staring out at the city, expression distant and thoughtful.

He turns his head as he hears her approach, and she sees a smile flicker across his face. Well, that’s something, at least.

“You OK?” Sara asks as she joins him, gazing out at her city as well.

Leonard makes a noncommittal noise. “I just needed some fresh air.”

Sara snorts. “What did Oliver say to you?”

“Nothing that isn’t true.” But he caves as Sara lifts an eyebrow at him. “Suggested I think about what sort of future we’d have, me and you.”

Sara resolves, again, to kick Ollie’s ass. “That…” She stops. Sighs. “I want a future with you, Leonard. What that future is…we’ll work that out together.”

Leonard gives her another flicker of a smile. “Yes. That’s a given.” He hesitates, then reaches out, taking her hand, a rare sort of gesture for him.

It’s a relief. But Sara frowns, wondering. “Then what’s wrong?”

Leonard looks down and takes a deep breath. But he’s still holding her hand, and he doesn’t drop it. “Sara,” he says slowly. “I don’t know that I’m…that I’m the marrying kind…”

Oh.

Sara takes her own deep breath. Her fingers tighten on his. “Len,” she says, just as slowly. “You and I both know that…that it’s not always just…just a man and a woman, a floofy white dress, and a big party-- and then a house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids and a golden retriever.”

His eyes lift to hers. There’s so much in them, and for a moment it takes her breath away. Then she clears her throat and keeps going, the emotion in his eyes giving her the strength to continue.

“Really, I think, it just comes down to two people who…who look at each other and say… ‘I love you, and I’ll stay with you,” she says. “If you’ll have me.’”

The words come out more intense and direct than maybe she’d originally planned. But Sara knows immediately that she’s OK with that. She’s at peace in a way she never thought she’d be, actually, standing here on a rooftop in Star City, listening to the sounds of the city below, staring into the eyes of a snarky, infuriating, complicated, wonderful crook.

After a still, oddly serene moment, he tugs her just a little closer, expression gaining an edge of…something. Determination? Resolve? Sara puts her other hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat even through the layers he wears, strong and steady even through that armor.

Then he nods, almost to himself, and speaks.

“I love you,” he tells her quietly. “And I’ll stay with you. If you’ll have me.”

It’s a proposal, and they both know it. Or maybe she’d proposed first, and it’s just his half of a mutual proposal, which seems like them, to be honest. The thought makes Sara smile, even as she goes up on her toes to put them more on a level.

“Yes,” she says in return. “Yes. Of course I will.”

A return smile flickers across Leonard’s serious face, something more complicated than just happiness (though that’s part of it), deeper than just relief. He pulls her close and kisses her, then, there on the rooftop, and Sara winds her arms around his neck and kisses him back, pouring herself into it, letting some of the worries and concerns of the future drift away, because they have this.

They have this.

When they finally separate, they’re both grinning like idiots, even Leonard, for whom that particularly foolish smile seems quite incongruous. After a moment, he shakes his head and settles his features into something more Snartlike, sardonic amusement mixed with his habitual confidence, and holds out a hand. Sara takes it again, then tugs gently, starting to lead him back to the others, the friends and family who might be worried about them.

Leonard goes willingly, especially since she heads for the fire escape and not just the edge of the roof. Sara hears him chuckle as they start down, and glances back at him.

“Anyway, we don’t need a golden retriever,” he tells her solemnly. “We have Raymond.”

She doesn’t stop laughing until they get back to the Arrowcave.

[lacommunarde]

Snart and Scofield to the Company Came - Chapter 11: Aldo

Chapter 11: Aldo

Chapter 1: A Case of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 2: STAR Labs

Chapter 3: What is Leonard Snart?

Chapter 4:  Safety in Central City

Chapter 5: Meetings and Decisions

Chapter 6: Licence Plate Game

Chapter 7: Utah

Chapter 8: The Van, the Truck and the Bike

Chapter 9: Plans Collide

Chapter 10: The Waiting Game

Fandom: The Flash, Prison Break, Arrow (sort of) Rating: Mature Warnings: Prison Break typical level of violence, (sort of major) character death, Torture, Surgery, Cancer, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse,

Notes: Spoilers through season 4 of Prison Break, The events of the Flash happen ten years earlier: Len Mick and Lisa are ten years younger but everyone else is canon age, Len is 33, Michael is 28/29 when the fic starts, Linc is 32/33, Mick is 35. Snart Family Feels, Scofield and Burrows Family Feels,

Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Leonard Snart & Lisa Snart, Lincoln Burrows & Michael Scofield, Michael Scofield/Sara Tancredi, Maricruz Delgado/Fernando Sucre, Michael Scofield & Leonard Snart, Michael Scofield & Christina Scofield, Leonard Snart & Christina Scofield, Mick Rory & Lincoln Burrows,

Characters: Leonard Snart, Michael Scofield, Mick Rory, Lincoln Burrows, Lisa Snart, Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Sara Tancredi, Fernando Sucre, LJ Burrows, Joe West, Iris West, Maricruz Delgado, Felicity Smoak, Alex Mahone, Paul Kellerman, Bill Kim, Christina Scofield, General Krantz, Aldo Burrows, Theodore “T-Bag” Bagwell, Wally West, Lewis Snart, Brad Bellick, Oliver Queen, Axel Walker,

Summary:    When Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows swing by Central City to get a potential plan B for getting to Panama (in case they need it), they are mistaken for Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. Leonard Snart, who is laying low (not in Central City) is mistaken for Scofield. Once their identities are straightened out, Len, Mick and Lisa and the Flash team decide they are going to help the brothers (and Sucre, Sara Tancredi, and LJ) find out why the Company wants them, and the Rogues call in a few favors.

They walked in to find Caitlin talking down a microphone. “I want you to apply pressure to the injury and find something clean to bandage it with – preferably something with a little give to it.”

There was a ripping sound, followed by a low groan.

“Who’s injured? Who is it?” Sara asked, approaching the microphone.

“Sara? Is that Sara?” Michael’s voice said over the speaker. “Is she safe?”

“Scofield, you can triple check that your girlfriend’s okay or you can take care of your father, but with the amount it sounds like he’s bleeding, you can’t do both,” Caitlin responded to him, meeting Sara’s eyes.

Sara turned to Barry and Cisco, both of whom were sitting there watching Caitlin give instructions, Barry balanced over the back of a chair, leaning forward and chewing on his lip, Cisco with a Twizzler in his mouth. “What happened?”

Cisco removed the Twizzler from his mouth. “Aldo Burrows – that’s Michael and Lincoln’s dad – was shot. The bullet supposedly just grazed his arm but he did something with it and now it’s bleeding a lot.”

Sara frowned, recalling the details from Michael and Linc’s medical sheets. “Didn’t he leave when they were both very young?”

Cisco nodded.

Sara gestured for the mic. Caitlin saw and moved so she could get close. “You’re going to need to give him water and do what Dr. Snow says. Additionally, keep applying pressure and see if you can make him a sling for it so he doesn’t move it until it until it heals.”

“Who the hell is this?” came a gruff voice over the line. Male and very put out by the sound of it.

“I’m Sara Tancredi, I’m a doctor as well.”

Caitlin leaned forward with an aggravated sigh. “Mr. Burrows, unless you want to keep your arm from healing, you had better listen to Dr. Tancredi – who took care of your sons while they were in prison – and to me.”

“Burrows, may I recommend you do as she says then we can resume planning afterwards?” said another unfamiliar voice, this one female and deferential.

“Oh for Pete’s sake, Snow,” drawled a third voice. “Is it safe to move him via Scarlet Express? Less safe out here than Burrows or Scofield!”

Sara turned to Caitlin for an explanation, but Caitlin was already answering, “That’s actually a good idea, Snart.” Which must mean that the drawl was none other than Leonard Snart.

“Have them every so often, Snow,” came the response. “Now about Scarlet?”

Caitlin turned to Barry. Before Sara’s eyes, he blurred and vanished. She blinked and he was back, only now wearing a red, skintight suit. It occurred to her that it should have dawned upon her sooner that the Flash was the same superhero she had been seeing occasional reports about.

“Snart, send your location,” Barry – the Flash – called into the mic.

Cisco typed at his computer. “Got it!” He gestured at Barry, who zoomed out of the lab.

“What the hell is that?” Aldo’s voice yelled from the other end of the mic after there was a moment of static.

“Mr. Burrows, try to stay calm. I’m going to take you back to STAR Labs so Dr. Snow can treat you and we can keep you safe,” Barry’s voice sounded very upbeat, and Sara could swear she heard a shit-eating grin in there: clearly he didn’t have much respect for Aldo either.

“Flash, remember to apply pressure to his arm,” Caitlin instructed down the mic.

“I demanded you put me…” Aldo’s voice could be heard saying before the frequency of his voice got too low to hear.

Cisco grinned at Mick and Sara. “I love the Doppler effect so much.” Mick smirked back. Cisco raised a surprised eyebrow at him, then shrugged.

There was a breeze, and Barry appeared, red suit on and cowl up around his head, carrying a man who could be presumed to be Aldo, his arm wrapped in a piece of relatively clean white shirt.

Sara moved into action, applying pressure to the makeshift bandage. “I’m Dr. Tancredi. You’re alright. You’re safe.” was her typical calming prattle. Even though she guessed it wasn’t necessary with Aldo – She had difficulty calling him Mr. Burrows after years taking care of Lincoln – she still said it anyway.

Caitlin’s fingers entered Sara’s field of vision and with quick precision, removed the compress and bandage from under Sara’s hands and applied a liquid from a spray-tipped bottle to it. The liquid foamed and Aldo’s winced. Sara could feel the temperature of the liquid from where she was and guessed it was something to numb it. Then Caitlin slapped on a bigger bandage onto his arm and handed Sara a roll of bandage tape.

“What was that? Where am I? Where’s Jane?” Aldo demanded, barking out orders. His voice was much gruffer than Linc’s had ever been and far more used to getting his way.

“You’re in STAR Labs. We’re saving your arm from future pain,” Caitlin explained, clearly accustomed enough to people not liking medical treatment that her voice had taken on a no-nonsense tone. “If Jane is your guard, she should be along momentarily.”

Sure enough, another breeze and a blur a second later told Sara that the Flash was back. He was holding a blonde woman bearing an expression like she was deciding whether fight or flight was the better response.

“Jane, stand down,” Aldo barked, then groaned and looked at what Caitlin was now sticking into his arm.

Caitlin met and held his eyes before he could react with the explanation, “Anti-septic.”

Jane was taking Aldo instruction's to heart and standing at ease, though the type of ease that someone trained and living this way for a long time tended to have. Sara imagined military. “Where are we?” she asked.

Cisco answered. “You’re in STAR Labs, Central City, Missouri.”

“How did we…?” Jane started.

Aldo gestured at where the Flash had been standing. “What is…? Where’d he go?”

“Speeding back here to pick up Scofield and Burrows, and the kid and the sweetheart,” came Snart’s drawl over the mic.

“Good thinking, Captain.” Sara recognized Sucre’s voice over the mic.

“Sucre, you are still messed up in Scofield and Burrows’ business?” Sara asked. “What happened to Miss Delgado?”

“Doc, Mami, she’s in Mexico on her vacation, but she said no to Hector,” Sucre said. “She said no.”

“On second thought,” Snart’s voice drawled, though there was more than a hint of amusement, “Scarlet, come get Romeo here first. This much saccharine sweet and I’m gonna be sick.”

“As though we ain’t seen you and Rory,” Linc’s voice said.

“Burrows, I know exactly where to aim this so it won’t do any lasting damage but it’ll hurt like hell, so think very hard before you go implying me and my partner have feelings or that we ever could be that lovey dovey.”

Mick chuckled. “How much like Romeo he been acting, boss?”

Sucre said, “Aww, come on. I haven’t been talking about her that much!”

The mic went static for a moment. “Ahh. ‘Bout time, Scarlet.”

“Snart, who am I taking next?” the Flash said.

“Burrows,” Snart said.

“Uh uh. Not going till LJ goes,” Linc responded.

“Agreed,” Michael’s voice said. Sara felt her heart give an embarrassing pitter-patter.

“Scarlet, will you do the honors?” Snart said. “And there he goes. Delivery of the Burrows kid on its way. Should be there in five, four, three, two, one.”

The Flash appeared, holding LJ. “That was pretty cool!”

“I know, right?” The Flash grinned.

“Wait, how do you know how fast the Flash runs?” Caitlin asked.

“Snart’s brain just works that way, and it’s necessary for heists,” Mick’s voice said from the doorway, where he was lounged against the wall.

Aldo turned to him and stared. LJ started in his direction and stopped. “You aren’t Dad.”

“No, I ain’t, kid,” Mick answered. LJ nodded and tipped his head, but was still staring at Mick.

LJ wasn’t alone. Aldo glanced at Sara. “Are you done with me?”

Sara nodded. Aldo pushed himself up, wincing, and walked over to Mick in fascination.

Mick noticed the look of fascination. “What’s your problem, Shoes?”

Aldo stopped. “Shoes?”

“You’re named after one of Lise’s favorite shoe stores.”

Sara and Caitlin laughed and looked at each other, embarrassed expressions on both faces.

Aldo tipped his head. “Interesting. Relational thinking. Very useful.”

He approached Mick even closer.

“We ain’t related, Shoes. So you call me ‘son,’ I’ll light you on fire,” Mick warned him.

“Are you sure you aren’t related to my son?” Aldo said, still approaching.

“I lit my family home on fire when I was eleven with my family still inside.” The blasé manner in which he said it left Caitlin wincing, Sara gaping, and Cisco looking uncomfortable.

Aldo however just drew closer. “You’re an arsonist?”

“He’s a pyromaniac. Feels the need to start a fire every so often. Any more invasive questions, Burrows Sr, or you want to stop giving him every reason to start one under you?” Snart’s voice drawled over the mic, tinged with daggers and ice.

The Flash appeared with Linc tossed over his shoulder and put him down. Linc staggered and took a step back. Aldo turned to them, taking his fascination off Mick and moving towards his son.

Mick took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m alright, Snart,” Mick whispered into his mic.

LJ beamed at his dad. “Dad, wasn’t that cool?”

“No,” Linc said, stepping away from the Flash. “Allen, that’s got to be the least dignified way of traveling I could think of.”

LJ shrugged at the Flash, who grinned back. The Flash made to run off again. “Bear, candy bar,” Cisco warned him. The Flash nodded and blurred down the opposite hallway before exiting.

“You know what that is?” Aldo asked Linc.

“Yeah, that’s the Flash. This is where Michael and me was mistaken for Captain Cold and Heatwave.”

“That’s so cool!” LJ grinned.

Linc chuckled at his son. “Come here, LJ.” He ruffled the kid's hair. “Only you would think it cool that your convict dad and uncle were mistaken for supervillains.”

LJ shrugged and glanced at Cisco, Caitlin and Mick. “It's cooler than having your dad in prison for killing the President's brother. Besides, everyone at school would think it’s cool. Cold and Heatwave are action figures.”

Cisco choked on his Twizzler. Caitlin wasn’t much better. “They have action figures?”

LJ nodded and realized he didn’t know either of their names. “Hi, I’m LJ.” He stuck out his head, then looked down at it like he was appalled by how dorky it was being, of its own accord, of course.

“Cisco. She’s Caitlin. That’s Heatwave,” Cisco pointed them out. Caitlin came over to shake his hand before he could withdraw it.

Linc saw Sara. “Doc, hey,” he said, approaching.

She swung and decked him before anyone could blink. Linc wasn’t expecting it and went down. Jane moved into action, pulled her gun. Aldo rocked his weight forward so he was standing on the balls of his feet. Linc waved her off.

“You and your bastard brother ruined my life,” Sara said and only realize due to the ringing in her ears that she was shouting.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea he planned to betray you. I know it’s not any consolation, but he felt really shitty about it.”

“I gave your case to my father, and it got him killed,” Sara added.

Linc winced.

Aldo interrupted in a soft yet firm voice. “He would have been killed anyway. He wasn’t willing to play the Company’s games.”

Sara turned to Aldo. “I’m sorry. When did I ask your opinion?”

Linc said, “He’s the expert on the Company.”

Sara looked between them. “What the Company? I mean, other than what bad spy movie call MI6 and the FBI.”

Cisco snorted a laugh. Caitlin said to Aldo, “I have to second what she’s asking.”

Aldo waved off the questions. “Everything will be explained shortly.”

“Apparently, Ecofield’s part of it but not all of it,” Linc answered.

“Oh, it’s bigger than Ecofield,” Cisco responded. Everyone turned to him. “What? Friend of mine hacked the NSA and put a tracker on an FBI guy. Sara recognized this guy,” he spun a photo of her support group friend - Kellerman was his real name - around, “As the guy who was in her support group and then she saw him in Congress when she was going to meet with her dad. His name is Paul Kellerman, and he is with the Secret Service. And this is the FBI guy who was after Prez and Tattoo in Utah and in Cook County Courthouse,” he spun around another photo. “By the name of Agent Alexander Mahone.”

Aldo picked up the picture. “He’s new. I don’t recognize him.” He picked up the first picture as well. “Kellerman, I already know.”

The Flash blurred back into the room, holding Sucre then back out again, leaving Sucre blinking. “Hey, Sink.”

“Sucre.” Linc nodded a greeting.

“Michael will be along soon,” Sucre added, then to Sara, “Doc, how are you?”

Sara nodded. “Sucre, I’m doing well, as well as can be expected.”

“Michael would like to apologize to you. Says he never wanted to involve you in any of this.”

“Oh my god,” Linc interrupted. “He better not be getting cold feet. Where’s that mic?” Cisco offered it. “Michael, you better not get cold feet! Get your butt over here.”

Michael started, “I’m not getting cold feet. I just...”

Snart interrupted, “He wanted to make sure all his loved ones were safe before he got to safety. Commendable and self-sacrificing. I’d keep an eye on him if I were you.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t make me the target of your analysis, Leonard,” Michael said.

Linc laughed. Sucre said, “Now you know what it’s like, Papi.”

“How do you most like to be carried, Scofield?” Barry’s voice said, letting everyone know he had arrived.

“Come on, Michael. Get aboard,” Snart said.

“What about you?” Michael said.

“Lise and I’ll drive the vehicles back to Central -." Evidently, Michael started to respond, because Snart started a new sentence, "Don't. You worry too much. Known how to make sure nobody mistakes me for somebody of note since before I went to juvie. Sides, they ain’t gonna mistake a brother and sister UPS team for you and Linc, not with my Central City accent.”

“Be safe, alright, Snart?” Barry said.

“Barry,” Snart said, his voice holding warning. “You try to hug me again, I’ll ice various parts you don’t need for running.” He paused. “They’re on their way.”

“Good. After he’s here, if there’s a room, I can show you all what I know about Scylla, so I can have your help in getting it out of the Company’s hands and into law enforcement’s.”

“Why would that make any difference? They’re in the FBI and Secret Service. What makes you think they aren’t also in law enforcement?” Linc asked.

“I have a guy I trust who’s in the anti-Conspiracy with me. After that, we publicize it, send it to NGOs and news networks, make copies of it. Then we go to ground. Vanish off the radar till it blows over,” Aldo’s tone said he had thought of everything. Sara bristled – her father had acted like that shortly before he was hanged. Caitlin and Cisco didn’t seem very comfortable with it either, udging by the way Cisco's shoulder went up and Caitlin became less threatening and more surface-level polite

The Flash appeared shortly after carrying Michael over his shoulder. He set Michael down and blurred off and then back again wearing civilian clothes.

Michael gave his head a little shake. He looked like the last week had aged him even more than Fox River Penitentiary had – his eyes were darting everywhere, his ears flicking at sounds Sara could barely hear. Then his eyes fell across her. A warm smile overcame his features. She couldn’t help the smile that came across hers.

“Sara.” He approached her, aiming with those long fingers and tattooed arms of his to hold her.

She might not have been able to help the smile, but she could sure help that and let him know she wasn't ready to forgive him yet.

Her hand batted his away. He looked momentarily heart-broken, his eyes showing too much emotion that he kept bottled away. As he was frowning, she smacked him across the cheek. Linc started approaching  - she could tell from the corner of her eyes - no doubt because she had dared smack his brother. And a glance at that brother showed him putting his delicate fingers up to his cheek, his eyes looking more hurt than anything, like it caused him such guilt that it was threatening to overwhelm his eyes with tears, which was really unfair, the way they brightened his eyes, and the way they reflected her emotion, what her every micro-gesture was no doubt telling him she felt. She reached out and caught his shirt, pulling him close and burying her face into him so she didn't have to see that guilt. The fabric was so much softer than the last time she’d touched him, while he was still in prison garb - before he’d manipulated her into helping him and seven other prisoners escape. She curled her hands into fists against his chest.

“How dare you, Michael? You used me! You used my feelings for you! You knew I had them, and you led me believe you had feelings for me, too. How dare you?”

“Sara, it was real.” He pulled her back, cupping her face in his hands and gazing into her eyes. She once again caught her breath with how much emotion his eyes held, how much she wanted to be kissed by his lips. And, goddamnit, she was falling in love with him again, after she had promised herself she would demand an explanation from him for his emotional manipulation of her before she ever allowed herself to feel anything for him again. “My feelings for you were real. I had to save my brother. But I never intended to hurt you. The escape, it was supposed to go through the pipe in your office. Every day I came in to break through it a little bit more. But then they put a new pipe in that I couldn’t break through. So, I had to ask.”

She shook her head. “I left it open for you. I had to. They’d have killed him otherwise.”

He nodded, running his fingers along her face and lowering his other arm to her hand, pulling it up and kissing the palm of it. “I am so sorry you did.”

“So you’re the girl who won Michael’s heart,” Aldo observed after this display.

Sara turned to him with an expression that said she was considering murder. “So you’re their father and yet you never came to visit Lincoln even when he was going to be executed. Not once in three years.”

Aldo inclined his head. “They would have been looking for that.”

Sara made a strangling motion with her hands, then shrugged out of Michael’s arms and over to Aldo. “You know what? Never talk to me again.” That said she stalked out of the room.

Caitlin glanced after her fellow doctor then glared at Aldo. “There’s another room next to this one that has a table and a white board,” she announced. “I suggest we reconvene there, so you can tell us what you know about the Company and then we can all go our separate ways before there is yet another death here”

[pinkletterday]

A Stitch In Time Ch2

Pairing: Oliver Queen/ Barry Allen

Rating: Mature

Tags: canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, so much angst, some bad jokes, Oliver Queen' trauma conga line, Oliver and Iris friendship, alt Arrow Season 3, untagged plot twist.

Summary:  Oliver hadn't expected his world to come crashing down when he had sent his boyfriend off to  see the Particle Accelerator launch. All he can do now is hold on to faith as Barry sleeps on - until he witnesses a miracle. He should have known that even miracles come at a price. 

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Chapter 2

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Rage was still surging in Slade Wilson's blood as he broke into into STAR Labs. It was laughably easy to tear through the electrified barbed wire and steel doors. Just as their decoy had been insultingly transparent, as though he would believe Queen would trust a CCPD safehouse to protect his beloved.

The towering ediface was reduced to a darkened husk of its former glory, emptied of nearly all its personnel except for a handful of skeleton staff that had left for the night and the pair of scientists keeping vigil over Barry Allen.

His plan to kill Oliver's mother in front of him may have been thwarted (by what he still did not know) but he had promised him a slow, lingering death. As satisfying as it had been to watch Oliver struggle more with each day his lover remained comatose, Slade knew better than anyone how tenaciously the boy could cling to the slightest lifeline. It was time to sever it completely.

He went in alone. Schematics for the building indicated that the most secure part of the facility would be its sub-levels, which meant there would only be one point of entry - or exit, which could be turned to his advantage. He had hoped to coerce one of the scientists to gain him access once he was inside, particularly if Harrison Wells himself was working late, but every winding corridor and room he explored was dark and empty.

Ah well. He had more than one trick up his sleeve to smoke the rats out.

He had pried the service elevator doors open, and was in the process of considering how best to set the C4 charges within the yawning shaft when -

Something exploded into him, slamming him into the opposite wall with a force that would have broken every bone in an ordinary human's body. His vision swam, head ringing like a cow bell for an instant before another burst of red light sent him hurtling down the corridor.

Choking for breath through the burning of broken ribs, he realized the thing that had rescued the Queens in the clearing had returned. He ripped off his helmet, gasping for air and tried to belly-crawl away.

A pair of boots appeared in his eye-line. They followed long grey leather-clad legs extending to a blurry yellow torso and Slade must have knocked his head too hard because the figure appeared to be vibrating.

Glowing red eyes in a yellow mask looked down at him. "It was a mistake to come here, Mr. Wilson," it growled. The voice was clearly modulated with an odd resonance.

"What are you?" Slade demanded hoarsely.

A gloved hand grasped him by the back of his neck, hauling him to his knees. The red eyes bored into his now-bloodied good one. "Something even you, with your primitive chemical enhancements, cannot conceive."

Slade smashed his fist into the thing's mid-section, but fell forward into empty air. A moment later he was slammed facedown from behind, feeling his nose crack on the floor.

"You think Barry Allen but a pawn in your game with Oliver Queen," said the creature, looming over him, "What you do not know, is that it is the Green Arrow who will be a mere footnote in the Flash's legacy."

Slade's hand closed around the knife holstered at his thigh. Whipping around with a snarl, he slashed at the thing's face - only to find it slicing through air once more. Letting the momentum to roll him to his feet, he sheathed his knife and drew his gun, closing his eye against the still-spinning room.

There was a subtle displacement of air, the smell of ozone. Slade fired blind, round after round, anticipating every possible trajectory - until omething jammed his gun. Only his superior reflexes stopped his finger on the trigger, narrowly avoiding it exploding in his hand. Static raised the hair on his body. Slade opened his eye, knowing what he'd find.

One yellow arm ceased blurring to reveal a handful of gleaming bullets.  "Missed," it hissed in amusement.

Slade blinked the blood from his eye and stared it down. "I didn't."

In a split second he drew his back-up and fired at the raised arm. The creature clutched it with a yell, the bullets spilling on the floor. He rammed a knee into its sternum and pistol-whipped it across the jaw.  It staggered back and he pressed his advantage, landing another glancing blow to the back of the head. He fired again as went reeling - but his quarry vanished in a streak of light, leaving only a red afterimage.

He didn't wait around to figure out where it had gone. Dropping the jammed gun, he raced back towards the service elevator, shooting the back-up behind him in a haphazard spray of bullets.

Half-blind and in the open, he had to level the playing field. He dove into dark room off the corridor. What little he could make out seemed a maze of work tables and machinery.

Lobbing a smoke grenade in the middle of the room, he unsheathed his sword and fell into a crouch behind a metal rack full of dismantled electronics.

Laughter echoed around the room. "Well done, Mr. Wilson!" Red Eyes sounded more hungrily excited than angry. "I should have known you would be a worthy adversary. I admit, I have been growing complacent."

Slade said nothing. The hiss of the smoke cannister and the voice resounding off the walls made it almost impossible to pinpoint the tell-tale whir of the creature's vibration.

"However - it is in your best interests to take your petty little squabble with Queen elsewhere," Red eyes continued "Kill him, torture him, I don't care."

There it was, a displacement of air like a mini-vaccuum, a flash of red. Slade flung the grenade in its path. The blast illuminated a figure reeling away. He crashed the rack down on the creature's head, a metal breaking apart in a shower of sparks, katana sweeping a diagonal arc - but it cleaved only air.

His back hit the wall in a bone-rattling crash. Through the starsburst of pain in his skull, he felt a vise grip around his wrist and intercepted the swing just before the blade was forced up to slit his own throat.

Red eyes gleamed gleefully over the sword, both their hands in a death grip around the hilt. "Oh you are good -"

It just evaded Slade's foot smashing into its groin.The momentary lapse let him grab his knife and slash upwards. The move would have bisected the thing from hip to shoulder, but it flashed back, missing only by a hair -

- and then his forearm was wrenched around the wrong way with a sickening crack. White hot pain erupted from his broken elbow, the knife slipping from his hand; but managed to keep his grip on the sword hilt. He jammed it backwards into the creature's gut - and missed again. A rain of lightning-fast blows made him crash to the floor.

Lava-red light seared through his eyelid. He slit his eye open to find himself caged in vortex of lightning, static crackling through him, the pressurized air pinning him into the ground.

Fury flared over the daze that threatened to drag him unconscious. No, he thought, rage burning brighter than his agony, I will not die without my vengeance.

Red Eyes blurred in place in the middle of the lightning storm, its yellow man-shaped outline clear. Slade scrabbled for his katana, fingers again finding the hilt. With a roar, he swung it upwards, battered torso screaming in protest.

Only to see the blade pass as though through a hologram.

The hell-fire engulfed him completely, blood, rage, pain and lightning all one and the same, and now the world was rushing through him, legs locked in place, breath stolen from his lungs.

And then it stopped.

He lay there, stunned, the aftershocks passing through his numb body. It took a moment to realize that the stars swimming across his vision were real. Somehow, the thing had dragged him all the way outside.

"Well, this has been fun," mocked Red Eyes, appearing above him. Slade lunged weakly for its leg and was rewarded with a lightning-fast kick to the head. "You really do not give up do you?" it laughed incredulously.

The creature kneeled down in front of him as he fought shock and nausea, unable to move. It grasped his chin, forcing his head around to face the devil eyes. Even through his own haze of pain, almost blinded with blood, Slade registered that Red Eyes's own breathing was labored, its arm held stiffly at its side.

"It appears that you do deserve your reputation, Mr. Wilson," it said. "And I appreciate the lesson to not underestimate you - or Mr. Queen."

His head was thrown hard back against the ground and a boot crunched down on his broken arm, making him jack-knife up in agony. "But Barry Allen is mine to destroy, and mine alone," he heard uncompehending, fighting not to vomit. "History is waiting to be re-made." The boot lifted and he flopped back, desperately gulping air.

And then he was flying once more, catapaulted high over the mangled gate. He crashed into his own truck like a broken doll, the metal crunching and glass shattering at the force of collision.

"Stay out of my way." The words echoed in Slade's ears before his world went dark.

...

Oliver woke up to the morning sun streaming golden through the open curtains of his room. It was no sluggish awakening. He all but leapt out of bed, almost vibrating with energy. For how could he waste a second asleep when Barry was going to wake up soon?

He hummed he made himself a proper breakfast of eggs and French toast and dressed in his sharpest business suit. His feet did not seem to touch the ground on the way to work, even stopping to buy a bouquet of flowers, beaming at passers-by. 

"Good morning, Oliver. Wow. You look...happy," Felicity boggled at him as he strode past her into his office. "Is everything all right?"

"Haha," he said sarcastically. "Yes, I am happy. You know why?" he dropped into his chair and spun it around, grinning sunnily at her, "Because Barry's gonna wake up!"

Felicity paused at the door, looking uncertain. "Oliver -""I'm not in denial, Felicity," he leaned back, running a hand over his beard to hide the smile he couldn't stop, "I just - have a good feeling."

"Oliver, the hospital called -," said Digg, appearing at the door.

"Aha!" he jumped to his feet, mouthing I told you at Felicity and grabbed the flowers. "Let's go Digg!"

He saw John and Felicity exchange a concerned look but ignored it, even when Digg kept sending him wary glances in the rearview mirror during the drive. How could Oliver possibly explain how he knew, though? He resigned himself to looking a little bit crazy, but it didn't matter. It wouldn't be long now. His hands were clammy in anticipation, and he brushed them along his trousers, heart beating wildly.

Digg attempted to hold him back when he got out of the car. "Oliver wait! There's something I have to tell you!" he called over the driver's seat, but Oliver had already swung the door shut and the cars behind them started leaning on their horns. He gave him a rueful salute and raced up to Barry's hospital room, expecting to see him sitting up, surrounded by - 

- a somber gathering clustered around the door. The blanket was drawn high over Barry's prone form, the Wests sitting on either side of him. Joe had his face buried in Barry's chest, shaking with sobs, holding Barry's hand. Tears were running down Iris's cheeks as she laid her hand on top of theirs

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, stricken. "I'm so sorry, Oliver," she sniffled. "We couldn't wait any longer." 

His stomach dropped. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, you knew we were pulling the plug today," said Iris sympathetically. "I'm sorry you missed saying goodbye."

"What? No!" he exclaimed, shoving his way through the crowd. "You don't understand! He's going to wake up!" He seized Barry by the shoulders, shaking him violently, "Barry! Wake up, Barr!" 

But his lover's head flopped lifeless, face waxen, his body cold to touch.

People pressed around him in a commotion, pulling his hands away, dragging him back. Iris buffered herself between him and her irate father, pushing him backwards. "Is this some kind of joke?" Joe West demanded. 

"No, no! You don't understand!," Oliver shouted futilely over Iris's head as he was shunted out of the room. She laid a calming hand on his arm and he grabbed her shoulders now, willing her to see sense. "Barry's going to wake up!"

"Why do you keep saying that?" cried Iris in frustration. "You've kept saying that all this time but never told us why! How do you know?" "I know because - Barry rescued us that night! He...he time-travelled, he could run faster than sound....," he trailed off in confusion. It all sounded so implausible. Iris's eyes gentled. "It was just a dream, Oliver," she said, taking his hands in hers. "You cant possibly think that was real. It was a dream you had, years ago." 

"...years?"

And suddenly he realized that Iris was, in fact, much older. Her face was still beautiful, but mature. A wedding band gleamed on her hand. Joe West's beard was entirely gray and even his own fingers were wrinkled with age -

"Mommy!" a little girl ran up and grabbed her hand. Iris tucked her into her side, ruffling her dark ringlets.

"We kept waiting because you seemed so sure," said Iris sadly. "But it's time to let go now. It was only a dream."

"No - no," he floundered, certainty ebbing away, "he rescued my mother! Ask Thea, ask my mother!"

"Mom's dead, Oliver." He whirled around to see Thea glaring accusingly at him. She was still young, wearing a black dress and pearls. "Mom's dead and you didn't even come to her funeral!"

Images and memories blurred into each other, a swirl of confusion in his head. The light had rescued them, hadnt it? But that was crazy. He remembered the sword flashing in Slade's hand, and he was almost, almost sure that it had impaled her right through the heart...why couldn't he remember? "No," he stammered. "Mom...Mom's mayor now -" Thea made a noise of disgust and shook her head. "God, look at you. Still delusional. Mom's dead and it was your fault! Go look outside if you dont believe me!"

She flung her hand out at the blinding silver sunshine beyond the large French windows. Oliver ran outside, down the cobbled steps of Queen Manor's garden path, out to where the headstones were. Mourners dressed in black scattered as he shouldered through them, trying to see -

MOIRA DREARDEN QUEEN, declared the tombstone. 

His legs gave way, the ground hitting him hard in the knees. His chest was caving in, driving the breath from his lungs - it couldnt be true, couldnt be true - Barry had been there, with his lightning and his words -

Isabel Rochev laughed down at him. "What? That you could save the city? That you could save yourself?" Her lip curled in a cruel smile. "I dont know what's more unbelievable - you being anything but a fuck up, or a man made of lightning."

Oliver grasped handfuls of grass and earth, the world spinning around him, trying to hold onto the memories...trying to remember what was real. But it was like holding sand in his hands under the tide. "No. No. Barry -,"

Died in the Accelerator explosion. Died today. Died years ago. Never met Oliver. 

Did Barry even exist? Did Oliver? Was the green hood and the mask and the arrowing people from the rooftops a dream too? 

"I'm the Arrow!" he insisted desperately. The mourners meandered around him, unhearing, as the skies greyed above them. "I survived Lian Yu! I came back to right my father's wrongs!" It all seemed so...improbable the more he said it out loud. Raindrops started falling rapidly. There was a storm coming.

"I'M THE MAN IN THE GREEN HOOD!" he screamed, as thunder split the air. "No, Oliver," said Tommy, looking down at him in pity. "You're dead." He looked up at the tombstone again. It read OLIVER JONAS QUEEN. ...

His eyes flew open. He froze, blood pounding in his ears. 

The cavernous ceiling of the foundry greeted him, shrouded in darkness save for the dim blue flourescence of the display case. There was no sound in the stillness save for his own heart beating a painful tattoo against his ribcage. 

The tangled reel of his dreams and memories took a minute to unwind. He was the Arrow. Barry was in a coma. He was going to wake up, because...he had visited from the future with lightning at his heels. 

Terror coiled in his chest. That was absurd. Please let it not be absurd. Was it a memory, or a memory of a dream? 

He shot upright as he realized who would know. Mom. Mom was alive. He had seen her just last night. 

He swung to his feet and grabbed his phone, the air rushing out of him in relief when his recent calls list showed "Mom". She picked up after only a couple of rings. "Oliver?," her voice was thick with sleep, tinged with trepidation and so, infinitely wonderful. "Has something happened?"

It was like hearing her voice in that fishing boat all over again, finally sailing away from the choppy grey North China sea towards home. He fought the urge to cry.

"Mom?"

"Oliver?" she sounded alert and afraid now. "Where are you? What's going on?"

"Mom." The knot in his throat choked his words. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened the night Slade kidnapped us."

There was a pause. "He was going to kill us. But lightning struck his sword and knocked him unconscious," she said, reciting well-learned lines. "When we came around, you had convinced one of Slade's men to drive us out of there, in exchange for a reward. You dropped us off at the precinct and went back with him to fulfill your end of the bargain." 

Oliver huffed a laugh through his tears. That was the least convincing Moira Queen sell ever. Lucky she had given such a stellar performance to the actual cops. "I mean the real truth, Mom."

"Oliver, it's four am," she said, exasperation mixed with worry. "what is this about?"

"I just need to hear it, Mom."

Moira sighed. "I thought he was going to kill me," her voice only trembled slightly, "but then, there was this incredible light - and it was like time slowed down but the world sped up. Something was holding me, light all around us - and then we were at the Glades precinct," she trailed off in a whisper. "But we were frantic because you werent with us. You turned up a little later, though it seemed like hours to us. And then you told us to never tell anyone what we really saw."

The relief escaped him in a long sigh, the fearful tenterhooks releasing him into exhaustion. "Yeah. Thanks, Mom. I just...needed to hear that," he said, wiping his eyes. 

"Okay," she said softly. There was a beat of silence. "Are you ever going to tell us what really happened?" The mask Barry made him was lying on the work table in front of him. He picked it up, moulding the polymer fabric over his fingers. "Maybe some day."

...

NEW TERROR ATTACK EVIDENCE UNVEILED by Vesper Fairchild New evidence has revealed that Alderman Sebastian Blood led a militia cult named The Church of Blood responsible for last week's terror attacks in Starling City. The mayor's office received a video confession two days before Bloo's body was recovered from the Orchid Bay, in which Blood claimed to be the cult's leader known as Brother Blood, in charge of recruiting, brainwashing and administering an experimental steriod serum to its members. He has further claimed to have been acting under the directive of Slade Wilson. Wilson was a benefactor to Moira Queen's mayorial campaign before he allegedly kidnapped her daughter and later the whole Queen family. According to Blood, Moira Queen's murder was to have left the way clear for Blood to take office. Ms. Isabel Rochev, former vice president of acquisitions at Stellmoor International and CEO of Queen Consolidated, is also accused of being a co-conspirator. She gained control of the company recently by outsing Oliver Queen in a hostile takeover, orchestrated in the wake of Thea Queen's kidnapping. All signs point to Blood, Wilson and Rochev to have been working in concert to carry out a mysterious vendetta against the Queen family. Blood appears to have had a change of heart when he discovered the extent of Wilson's planned devastation. The authorities have not yet been able to apprehend Wilson and Rochev, who are now considered fugitives from justice. The public is warned not to approach as they may be armed and dangerous.

MAYOR QUEEN COMMENDED FOR LEADERSHIP by Marcus To Missouri Governor Gillian Bueller has personally called to congratulate Mayor Moira Queen for her competence in managing the city during last week's crisis. Queen, who was sworn into office only twenty-four hours before the attacks commenced, took swift and decisive action in calling the National Guard and co-ordinating with the city's emergency services. "She was adamant that our men - nobody - try to engage these men head-on," said Patrick Finch, Chief of Police. "The reports coming in were crazy, of some kind of superhumans who couldn't be stopped by bullets and could kick through steel doors. A lot of us thought it was just panicked exaggeration but Mayor Queen took it very seriously. I'm very glad of it now although I disagreed with her then. In focusing our energies into evacuation rather than confrontation, we undoubtedly minimized a lot of casualties." Mayor Queen herself thanks the city's Chief of Police, as well as Fire Chief Kevin Donahue and District Attorney Kate Spencer for their trust and co-operation. She also commends Detective Quentin Lance of the SCPD for his brave and bold action in taking charge of the Glades precinct which took the brunt of the attacks. Lance was admitted to hospital with significant though non-critical injuries sustained while leading the surviving officers and civillians to safety. He is stated to now be in recovery. His daughter Laurel Lance, formerly of the CNRI, has been appointed Assistant District Attorney in recognition of her role in investigating and exposing Sebastian Blood. The appointment follows the dismissal in March of her own supervisor Adam Donner, for collaborating with a sting operation outside the auspices of the DA's office.  Speaking at the press conference at City Hall yesterday, Mayor Queen reiterated her faith in and commitment to Starling City. "My city and my children are now one and the same and I will stop at nothing to protect and nurture them. Starling City is strong and its children, my children, do not yield to cowards in masks. Time and again they underestimate the strength, the resilience and perserverance of our communities. We will celebrate its heroes that rose in our hour of need and bring justice to its victims. And we will always rebuild stronger than ever. " 

VIGILANTES INVOLVED IN TERRORIST TAKEDOWN by Nicola Scott The vigilantes known as Arrow and Black Canary are rumoured to have played a crucial role in the takedown of these alledged "super soldiers", now called Brother Blood soldiers. Starling residents claim to have seen a team of masked men and women with bows and arrows and a blond woman weilding a bo staff go head to head with a swarm of cult members at various points in the city. "I was on my way into Starling with a package from Central City for a friend of mine, when this guy comes out of nowhere and hit my car," says Scott Snyder, 23. "Next thing I know, my car was upside down on the side of the highway and I'm trapped in my seat. I just managed to crawl halfway out of the wreck when this huge guy in a ski mask comes in and yanks me out, nearly ripping my leg off. I thought - I knew I was gonna die, I was screaming, but then an arrow came out of nowhere and hit him in the neck. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, right onto my broken leg. I think I passed out, but I remember a guy in a green hood digging me out. The Arrow saved my life, man," he concludes emotionally.  Ray Palmer, 38, CEO of Palmer Technologies is also among the rescued. "My fiancé Anna and I only moved to Starling a few weeks ago. We were coming back from dinner downtown, walking to our car parked in Dixon Street, when these huge men - they just barrelled around the corner, knocking over cars like they were tin cans. People were screaming, running. We just froze. We didn't get out of the way fast enough. And then one of them grabbed Anna," Palmer still appears shaken. "I tried to fight him off but it was like hitting a wall. He was just about to snap Anna's neck when this blond woman in black leather came out of nowhere and smashed a pair of batons in his face. It was incredible," Palmer lights up in wonder. "She was like a whirlwind. Like something out of a comic book. She jammed huge tranq darts in them and they just dropped. She saved our lives. The Canary saved our lives."  Some emergency workers claim that the city police and mayor and DA's offices actively collaborated with the vigilantes to track down the perpetrators and administer a special tranquilizer that negated the effects of the steroids. The vigilantes have also subsequently been sighted assisting search and rescue parties for the past three days. Speculation that the Arrow may be involved in Wilson and Rochev's disappearance is running rampant through the city, even though The Arrow has made no confirmed killings since the earthquake disaster last May, instead apprehending his targets on behalf of the authorities. "While it's a positive sign that the vigilante seems to have de-escalated in violence, the fact remains that this is a clearly a troubled and volatile man," says Dr. Avery Presnall, criminal psychologist and SCPD liason. "His actions being helpful in some instances do not erase the fact that he promotes and inspires vigilantism. The system may not be perfect, but there are very good reasons why one person should not play judge, jury and executioner. Regardless of what Mr. Wilson has done, killing him would be a regression of what seems to be the Arrow's developing values."  Other Starling citizens disagree. "Those bastards killed my son," says Lucia Perez, 49. Her son Sam, 19, was a victim of the first wave of the attacks. The young man died defending his family when Brother Blood soldiers stormed their now-destroyed deli in Crescent Circle. "Them, Wilson and that demon Sebastian Blood. They tricked us, destroyed our livelihoods, our children - when does it end? Who gets justice for us, huh? For my boy? Anyone who says these people don't deserve death can't tell God from Satan. I hope the Arrow killed him," the distraught mother cries "I hope he made it painful."  While their methods and morality still remain controversial, most of the city's emergency workers and residents are only thankful for the vigilantes involvement, especially in the Glades.  "The cops can say whatever the hell they want about the Arrow," says a Glades resident who wished to remain nameless. "Truth is, he's been on our side from the beginning. Sure, we didn't like how trigger happy he was when he started out. Some of those perps were just kids who got mixed up in bad business. But then he been scaring them straight. He was here last year, digging people out of the Glades and he was here this time too, going right in the thick of it, tackling those monsters head-on. Him and the blond lady. The Canary's made it safe for women and working girls to walk the streets.They're heroes," she says firmly. "They're our heroes."

...

Something made Henry's eyes widen with disbelief when he saw Oliver waiting to see him. He had barely sat down when he grabbed the phone. "Is Barry?" "No, he's still the same," said Oliver apologetically. The older man looked visibly taken aback, slowly deflating. "...You're looking pretty upbeat," he said in a confusion tinged with suspicion. Oliver hadn't realized how much of the small, fierce flame of hope he kept secreted inside him was outwardly apparent. So much for a poker face. "Because he's going to wake up, Henry," He leaned forward, willing his own unfettered belief to reach the man through the thick, grimy glass. "Maybe not for a while, but he will." Henry searched his face curiously for a long moment. "Not that I'm not glad that neither of us are going to stop hoping. But you seem...quite certain." Oliver smiled. "I've learned to believe in miracles." ...

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Justice League Future

Worlds Lived and Worlds Died. That is the truth. A being of unfathomable evil and destruction sought to destroy all there was and would ever be. But this dark being was thwarted by a gathering of heroes. The greatest champions of their respective worlds, Paragons all were they who stood against this darkness. Once they were scattered not merely across the world or among the stars but spread across entire universes, these heroes lived in what was once the multiverse. But the multiverse fell as a result of dark machinations from the destroyer. In their victory the heroes forged anew a single universe that would hold that was and would be of their lost homes. A Prime universe. 

In the shadow of their triumph the heroes gathered to honor one who gave them the chance to rebuild what they had lost. This meeting would be recorded in the annals of history as the beginning of the greatest alliance of heroes that would ever live. But on this day, in a long forsaken building that would one day become a monument to a Silver Age, that would not be the only story to begin. And this is that untold story. 

A blur of lightning appeared in the middle of the floor, stopping to reveal a hero known as The Flash, The Fastest Man Alive. And this man’s true identity is Barry Allen. “I’ve got nothing. You guys find anything?” 

A pair dressed in red and blue with an S symbol on their chests and capes billowing behind approached him, one a black haired man and the other a blonde woman. These are Superman and Supergirl, the last children of a doomed world known as Krypton. In costume they are also known as Kal-El and Kara Zor-el. To those closest to them they are known as Clark Kent and Kara Danvers. “We’ve got nothing Barry” Kara answered. “And considering we can see through walls we would have found something if it was still here. Whatever it was is gone now.” 

“Detective mode isn’t finding anything either” a new voice spoke. This voice belonged to a short haired woman wearing a black suit with a red bat on the chest and a cape. This is Batwoman, whose true identity is Kate Kane. “I’m sorry Detective Mode?” Kara inquired. Kate looked at her. “Yeah it’s kind of an augmented forensic analysis function built into the suit. It’s like something out of a video game, gives you some kind of wireframe overlay of everything around you that let’s you examine what’s there. It also isn’t finding anything.” Kara looked away. “Huh. Neat. Real useful. Kind of like a tech version of our X-Ray vision.” Kate looked bemused at her observation. “I guess. Haven’t really gotten a chance to test it out a lot. The tech was unused for a while so we’re trying to get it functioning again.” Kara looked at Kate with a bit of a grin. “Well when you do fix it maybe give it a different name.” “Such as.” Kara was now smiling a bit more. “Okay so it works like X-Ray vision. Why not call it something clever like... oh I got it. Knight Vision.” Kate smiled at her blond friend. “I’m not calling it Knight Vision.” “I’m just saying it works pretty well. You being the Scarlet Knight and all. I mean what, are you going to call it Bat Vision or something.” Kate didn’t lose her smile. “I’ll stick with Detective Mode thank you.” Superman couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Don’t feel bad Kara. I tried selling Bruce on Knight Vision years ago when he made the thing. He didn’t go for it either.”  

“Well I looked the old-fashioned way and couldn’t find anything. Well except this.” Another new voice had joined them. It was a women in white with long blonde hair. She was known as Sara Lance, the White Canary. She was also holding a discarded banana peel. “Call me crazy but I think whatever was clambering around may be somewhere in the simian family.” 

“It may well be. I sensed no minds nearby but if were an animal I may not have picked up on it. Their neural systems register differently for my kind.” This new voice belonged to a black man in dark casual clothes with a brown jacket on. He is known as J’onn J’onzz, the Martian Manhunter. 

“I don’t know about that. I can sense electrical fields, like the kind in any nervous system. That includes animals. And I don’t sense anything nearby. Which is kind of concerning because I can reach across a whole city.” Yet another new voice spoke up. This one belonged to a beared black man wearing a blue outfit accentuated by yellow lightning bolts. This man is Jefferson Pierce. To the people of Freeland he is known as Black Lightning. 

Kate scoffed. “Well this first meeting is off to just a fine start. We saved the world, stopped a god, brought back everything after the multiverse was destroyed. And we can’t manage to find a monkey.” The entire gathering looked around at each other. Sara shrugged. “I mean she’s not wrong.” 

Barry sniggered a bit. “Maybe it’s for the best. My run-ins with primates usually don’t go well.” Clark chose to speak up as well. “Yeah I’ve had a few bad experiences myself.” Everyone looked at him in a bit of surprise. Jefferson chose to speak up. “You’ve had problems with apes?” “Remind me sometime to tell you about when I had to fight a giant gorilla that could shoot Kryptonite beams from it’s eyes.” Jefferson looked at him in open mouthed shock. “This world is crazy. I’m living in a crazy world.” Barry patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll get used to it Jeff.” Jefferson looked at him in exasperation. “Get used to it? I control electricity alright. One of my daughters can literally make earthquakes by stomping and the other one can turn into lightning. I’m pretty used to crazy like that. But a giant gorilla with laser eyes is where the line gets drawn, okay. That is just insane.” “You’re going to find yourself changing what the definition of normal is quite a bit. Actually you’re going to find that normal, well it doesn’t really exist anymore.��� Sara had decided to helpfully interject. “I can’t believe this is my world now” Jefferson spoke morosely. 

Barry perked up smiling. “Yeah it is your world. It’s our world. All of ours. It’s why I brought us together.” Barry looked down, forlorn. “Oliver gave us this world. It was his final act. We have to watch over it. All of us. Not just the ones here. But our allies, our friends, our families. We have to honor Oliver by watching over what he left for us. We have to not just protect it but help it grow. Help it be better than it was. Help it be everything it could hope to be. We owe him that much.” 

Everyone nodded at that. Kara spoke up first. “Barry’s right. Oliver gave everything so everyone could get a new chance. We owe it to him to make sure it isn’t wasted.” Kara looked at Barry. “The symbol of the House of El stands for hope. I’ve lived everyday as Supergirl trying to give that to the people of Earth. I’ll keep doing that but now it’s also in honor of a good man and great friend.” 

Clark spoke up next. “My father sent me to Earth so I could help guide its people to one day making a better world. I’ve worked most of my life to ensure humanity has the chance to thrive and prosper so they can achieve the greatness he saw in them. I don’t know when that day will arrive but I do know that a single lone human was deemed worthy of the power to save existence. I can only imagine what all of them working together could achieve.” 

Sara then spoke. “I fell into the darkness and it was a difficult journey to find my way out of it. I have Oliver to thank for giving me a new chance at life. I’ll do everything in my power to protect this world he left us. From threats past, present, future or elsewhere if need be.” 

J’onn spoke next. “I have seen humanity at it’s greatest and at it’s worst. I know just how far into depravity people can fall. I also know they can always find their way out of the darkness and climb to new heights. I believe in humanity’s inherent goodness and I will do all I can to see it prosper into something special.” 

Kate chose to speak up after a moment of uncertainty. “I can honestly say I never thought I would be here. I never knew I’d be fighting by the side of veritable gods.” She looked at Kara at this statement before looking down. “All I wanted was to serve and protect people. I was denied the chance to serve the people because of who I loved. I fought so hard for years for that opportunity. Then a stroke of luck showed me a different way to serve. The first one to wear the Bat walked away from it and I discovered what they had left behind. I took the mantle for my own so I could help those who could find no aid in the night. I thought that was all I would ever do. Then I met others who served like I did. A man who rode the lightning, a girl as strong as steel and someone who was kind of a copycat of the first Bat.” Barry and Kara couldn’t help laughing a bit at her joke. “After that I found myself called on to save not just the world but everything. I served on a level no soldier could begin to fathom. I’d say it’s crazy but I live in Gotham.” She laughed a bit at her own joke. “If I’m called on again then you can bet I will serve with everything I have to make sure the world stays safe.” 

Finally it was Jefferson’s turn. “I...uh... Look I’m going to be honest. All of this. It is insane. Okay. I never set out to save the world or fight impossible odds or any of that. All I have ever tried to do is stand up for my hometown, Freeland. I fought for it with everything I had until it threatened to take away everything I loved. I walked away from being Black Lightning and tried to fight for Freeland in other ways. But eventually the only to fight was for Black Lightning to return. And when he did he fought harder than ever to save his city. Then one day I get zapped away to help save the whole universe while my world died.” Jefferson looked down at that sober reminder. “And then somehow my world lived again. Because of all of you. I owe an unpayable debt to all of you for bringing everyone I love back after losing them. You need me I’ll be there. Of course I don’t know how often I’ll be able to help out. I mean Freeland is so far away from the rest of you.” Kara interjected. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I used to live pretty far away too and now I team up with Barry all the time.” Barry also spoke up. “Maybe we could stop by real quick. Help you out if you need it.” Jefferson smirked a bit at their words. “Well, I guess one can dream.” 

“Words well spoken” a deep booming voice said. Everyone turned to where they heard the voice from. It was large black man in stylized blue armor. His entire presence radiated power. This was Mar Novu, the Monitor. “Mar Novu?” Barry asked. “What are you doing here? Is this about the Anti-Monitor?” Novu smiled gently, a sight none here had ever seen. “Worry not Barry Allen. The Anti-Monitor poses no threat to anyone anymore. The actions of you and your allies have brought an end to the threat he posed. My presence here is not one of doom but of gratitude for the work of you and your allies. And the for the work of Oliver Queen.” 

Everyone went somber at the reminder of their fallen comrade. Barry spoke up after a moment of thought. “Oliver really is gone isn’t he?” The Monitor maintained his smile. “Indeed he is. Oliver Queen has gone on to a well earned rest. His time on the mortal coil is well and truly done. Every star in the sky, every world in this universe, all of existence owes an unfathomable debt to the work of Oliver Queen. For all that he was consigned to the darkness his legacy will be one of hope and salvation. And you, all of you, will be part of the legacy he left to the world. I know you will not only live up to his example but surpass it in unknowable ways.” 

Kara chose then to speak up. “So your just here for... what exactly? To say thanks?” Mar Novu chuckled just a slight bit, surprising them. “I suppose that is the simplest way to describe my intentions. I believe he’s earned at least one expression of gratitude after what I asked of him.” Novu’s smile looked to become a bit saddened. “I did many things in pursuit of safeguarding existence against what my foolishness unleashed. What I did was necessary, it was for the best... and it was unforgivable. Noble intentions do not justify horrific action and I do believe there were times where I took action not because it was needed but because it was easier than doing otherwise. I have much to atone for regardless of my role in bringing about this new age. But the benefit of growing beyond the ravages of time is eternity to set things right.” Novu looked at them all with what could be a sense of wonder. “But my gratitude to Oliver Queen is not my only reason for arriving this day.” 

The assembled heroes looked at Novu in curiosity. He decided to indulge them. “The nature of my existence allows me perceive the flow of time in all of it’s paths. Past, present and future appear before me with but a slight thought. I could see the outcome of all actions and knew the path to walk to reach those possibilities. But this new world, Earth-Prime, is unknown to me. Once it was that such a thing would prove concerning but now I’m reminded of the explorer that I once was. I intend to return to that role, watching over this newborn universe and standing ready should a threat as the Anti-Monitor ever again rise.” 

“So why show yourself to us?” Barry asked. Novu could not help but take pride in the heroes before them, all of them so humble as to believe this occasion was beneath the notice of such a cosmic force as he was. “You truly don’t realize it?” Novu paused for a moment to see if any of them could realize his implications. When none did he continued. “As I said I can cast my sight to view what you would define as the future. And I have seen what becomes of this alliance you have formed on this day. All of you here go on to be regarded as the World’s Finest heroes in this or any other age. Your team is held as the epitome of heroic aspiration and so many strive to live up to the example you set. History will hold this day as one of the most momentous ever for it is the day of the founding of the Justice League.” 

Everyone was taken aback and yet at the same time the name resonated with all of them. It felt right to them. Barry couldn’t help but question the Monitor’s words. “Are you serious? History remembers this day? When we’re all hanging out in a building suffering from subpar maintenance?” Novu chuckled at Barry’s question. “I assure you Barry Allen it is indeed held in high regard. The future remembers you all as unparalleled paragons of heroic ideals. And not just you but others you will meet and have join you in protecting the world.” 

After Novu said these words he cast his gaze to see those who would join this alliance. 

A silhouetted arm which lit up with green light to show a glowing green ring. 

An orange scaled shirt surrounded by water. 

A black haired woman swinging around a glowing golden lasso. 

A red robot commanding tornadoes. 

A man with silver metallic skin projecting energy. 

A woman in a magician’s hat waving a wand around. 

A multicolored man with a chalk whit bald head turning into gas. 

A brunette man whose head ignited into flame as he took flight. 

And there were so many more waiting to join the heroes assembled here. 

“Yes. There are many heroes in the world, unknown allies you will meet and bond with when the time is right.” Novu looked at Barry. “Oliver Queen led you the heroes of the age before of the Crisis. And now Barry Allen you must take his place as the leader in this age.” 

Barry was shocked by the Monitor’s words. “What-me? No. Novu if you can actually see across time then you know I’m not fit to lead this team. I’ve made the wrong choice time after time after time. Alright. I’ve warped the timeline to try and undo the tragedies of my life only to make things so much worse. I-I’m not fit to be the leader you think I could be. I’m nothing like Oliver.” 

Novu only smiled at Barry, in much the same way a father would at a son when they knew something about said son that they themselves did not. “It is true that you are quite different than Oliver Queen. And if he were here now then he would say you would be a far greater leader then he ever was. For while he struggled against the darkness and was nearly swallowed by it you have refused the darkness time and again. You have been tempted and yes you have erred, quite greatly at times, but you refuse to leave the light. Because you know the true power of that lies in hope and love. You were chosen by one the primordial powers that birthed the universe because you would always strive to use your power rightly. Oliver Queen was forced to bend and nearly break under the strain of what he fought but you... you run forwards, towards a brighter future because no matter what befalls you... you know for certain that the future will be brighter even if you must make it so yourself.” 

Barry stood silent, unable to believe what Novu was saying. How could he be better than Oliver? It just wasn’t possible. “He’s right Barry.” It was Kara who had spoken. “If it weren’t for you I would never have been a part of any of this. We met because of some... cosmic accident. And I made one of the best friends I’ve ever had. You helped me when I was doubting myself and showed me how to be a better hero. I have been able to save so many people on my Earth and yours because you chose to trust me. I can’t think of anyone who should lead us more than you.” 

Sara chose to speak up. “Oliver always had issues with letting people in. John, Felicity, Laurel. It took so much to get him to be open with us and then even more for him to be willing to let us help him. But he never did that with you. He trusted you Barry and more than that he believed in you. He reached out to you because of that trust and he never questioned if he made the right call because he had faith in you. Nothing could shake his trust in you Barry. When the Dominators attacked he was the only one to stand by you. And if the guy who saved us all believed in you that much then I’ll believe in you too.” 

It was quiet for a moment before Jefferson spoke up. “Barry I met you after I literally lost everything. My wife, my daughters, my friends, my home, my whole world was gone. I was ready to just give up and die. But you... you gave me hope in a time of hopelessness. You had to watch everything die and you kept fighting, with everything you had, to bring it back. And by doing that you gave me back everything. If that isn’t someone who should be a leader then I don’t know who the hell is.” 

Barry looked around at the group before him, not knowing what to believe. “Do the rest of you agree with them?” Clark and J’onn looked at each other smiling before the latter spoke. “We may not know you as well as Kara, Barry, but we do know you are good man and if Kara puts her faith in you then we will too.” Barry turned his attention to Kate, who gave a somewhat self-assured smile. “Everyone here pretty much covered anything that could be said and honestly you’ve been at this longer than any of us and you’re still alive so I’m just going to go with the smart call here thank you.”  

Barry was still uncertain, too caught up in the memories of his past failures. Novu decided to add his opinion on things. “You believe yourself unsuited to the role of leader and yet already you act as one. You see the good you and your allies can do united and so you have made it truth. The Silver Age of this world will be brought forward by your hand Barry Allen as the Golden Age was by Oliver Queen.” 

Barry still seemed hesitant until he looked to Novu with hope in his eyes. “Will things really be alright? Can I really do what you’ve said?” Novu looked at Barry with a bit of melancholy. “I will not lie to you Barry Allen. The path ahead is long and winding, unknowable until it’s walked.” Novu once again sent his gaze into the timestream, seeing what would be. 

“There will be hardship.” 

Barry stands by the Speed Force as it dies 

Kara is thrown into the Phantom Zone 

Kate is seen bleeding with a wooden mask on her face 

Clark battles with another Kryptonian 

Jefferson is being beaten by an albino criminal 

“There will be unexpected outcomes” 

Barry stands with a revived Speed Force and other ones as well 

Kara’s sister Alex is seen wearing a superhero outfit as Sentinel 

A black woman is seen wearing the Batsuit 

Clark helps his son Jordan learn to use his powers 

Jefferson’s daughter Jennifer reassembles herself from energy particles 

“There will be new stories to watch unfold” 

“Ones of lightness” 

A group made up of a bronze metal man, a man wrapped in bandages with sunglasses, a normal looking brunette woman who has melted legs that soon reform into normal looking ones, a young woman with black hair who blurs and has her hair change after it, and an elderly man in a wheelchair appear. 

“And of terror” 

A humanoid figure made of plantlife emerges from a swamp.

“Stories of victory” 

A group of young heroes walk out of a dark alley. A young man dressed in a blue and black costume with escrima sticks on the back, a black red haired woman dressed in a purple and gold oufit, a pale teen girl with a red diamond on her forehead wearing a purple cloak, a green tiger, a duo dressed in avian themed costumes; one a man in red and white and the other a woman dressed in white and blue, a teenage boy dressed in a black t-shirt with a red Superman symbol on it, a teenage girl with silver hair and an eyepatch dressed in blue scaled armor, and a young woman with long black hair dressed in a black costume with silver stars on it. 

“And of hope” 

A teenage girl with long blond hair dressed in an American flag inspired constume flies along on a glowing golden staff.  

“Stories that may seem familiar but are actually quite different.” 

A group of heroes stands together. Superman, dressed in a version of costume that has it’s color heavily muted. The Batman right next to him. A black haired woman dressed as an ancient warrior with the costume having bright colors of red, blue and gold. She is armed with bracers and a golden lasso. An imposing looking muscular man with dark hair and a beard dressed in an orange scaled shirt with dark green pants. He wields a trident. A man dressed in an armored looking costume like the Flash’s. A young black man whose body is mostly made up of machinery. A brunette man in a mostly green costume that has a lantern symbol on the chest who has a glowing green ring on his right hand. A smiling black haired man in a red suit with a white cape and large lightning bolt on his chest. Lightning dances around his hands. A green skinned humanoid with glowing red eyes and a ridged bald head wearing a blue costume with a same colored cape and red X on the chest. A dark skinned man wearing a golden colored armor that has a bird shaped helmet and wings behind him.  

“And perhaps old stories will be told anew.” 

On a farm a burly man wearing a flannel shirt walks into his house and looks at a wall filled with news articles about Superman and smiles. 

“The way forward will not be an easy one to walk but in the end your stories will be remembered as ones of hope and love and justice. You will bring about wonders untold through your good works. And that is truth.” 

Barry looked around, trying to process everything he was just told. Eventually he stopped and looked at Novu smiling. “Thank you Novu. In my mind I’ve been wondering if things will be okay without Oliver here. Questioning if we can do this without him. By your words we’ll be more than ready to face what’s ahead.” 

Novu smiled kindly. “The thanks are mine Barry Allen. For giving me the chance to be a part of all of your stories. And for saving all of existence of course.” The assembled group couldn’t help being startled by his joke. “I do hope my attempt at humor was passable. I am attempting to work on my skills in social interaction so that if another Crisis come to pass I will have less trouble in gaining assistance to save us all. And with that I feel I should depart. It would ill suit a watcher to involve themselves too greatly in the stories they wish to see.” 

Barry couldn’t help his curiosity. “So what will you do now?” Novu’s gaze seemed to become distant, as though he was viewing something far away. “For endless ages I have watched over existence in it’s entirety, staying vigilant in preparation for a threat that would see all things end. And vigilant I will stay. But I do believe that instead of watching for a purpose, I will simply watch the worlds. And hope that the stories I see will be ones worth remembering.” With that the Monitor walked away from the assembly of who would become the worlds greatest heroes. 

As this cosmic being walked he soon reached someone in a dark green suit. a grizzled man with tussled hair and rugged facial hair. Novu knew this man quite well. They had brought forth the universe he watched over after all. His name... is Oliver Queen. Novu ceased his stride to stand by the man and point his gaze at the Hall which held the heroes he had just left. “Is your mind now at ease Oliver Queen?” The man didn’t respond for a moment, lost in emotion at the moment. “It is” he soon answered. “I was worried. I didn’t know if they would be okay if I wasn’t there to guide them.” Oliver chuckled a bit. “God that must sound so arrogant. Of course they’ll be okay. They’re Barry and Sara and Kara and... they’re all heroes. They’ll be fine. Better than I ever was.” 

Novu nodded slightly at Oliver’s words, not fully agreeing with them. “I suppose you are right in a sense. They have resisted the darkness that you so often struggled against. But that struggle took a sort of strength of it’s own. It was what made you worthy of a power that could topple gods and rebuild universes. This world will remember your deeds and hold you in reverence to its dying breath. For your works you have earned some manner of reward. Do you not wish to see them with your own eyes? To at least say goodbye to them all properly?” 

Oliver chuckled a bit at Novu’s encouragement. “That’s the thing about wanting more time. You can never get enough. I’ve said what I could to them and I hope that will help them forward. It’s their world now. I’m just a long departed shadow. Besides I waited eons after restoring creation for them to awaken in this world. I can wait a bit longer to see them again. Thank you for letting me see them Novu.” 

The Monitor seemed to lose some of his subtle cheer. “As I said Oliver Queen you have earned a reward for your actions in safeguarding this world. And it is little trouble for a being of my power to arrange such a thing. Especially for one I exploited for my own ends such as yourself.” Novu found there was no audience for his words, Oliver having disappeared from where he had stood. Novu was aware that the man had faded away, returned to his rest in the afterlife. The knowledge made give a single laugh. “And still he believes himself unworthy. Such a contradiction humanity is. Those most suited to being gifted power are those who feel least worthy of it.”  

The Monitor was soon to resume his eternal and cosmic sojourn but there was one final chore he must finish before he did. As he had told Oliver Queen the hero had earned some manner of reward for his tireless work. And Mar Novu would ensure it was a fitting one for a soul so noble. Novu focused, gathering his immense power to perform a feat that would strain even a cosmic being such as he. Once the energies he commanded had been arrayed as they ought to be to do as he wished Novu began his endeavor. 

Across the endless infinitude of the newly forged multiverse Novu cast his presence, projecting his image and voice to deliver a message across the infinite earths. One meant to extol the debt owed to a true hero. 

“In the beginning, there was only one...a single black infinitude. Then the infinitude found release, and finally, the darkness broke, filling it with life. With The Multiverse. Every existence multiplied by possibility and spread out before space and time in infinite measure. Civilizations rose and fell, and rose again to cross realities grasping expanse. Life, a precious gift persevering in the face of every obstacle, until finally, the age of heroes was born.”

‘’I am Mar Novu. Eons ago I took the mantle of The Monitor, watching over the endless expanse of the Multiverse. I knew a great darkness would one day rise to threaten all there is. I led the fight against this dark power, gathering champions from across all worlds to battle on behalf of existence itself. They united against an evil beyond comprehension in this Crisis. I had sought heroes who would never waver in the face of such devastation, engineered cosmic machinations to thwart the darkness and even rewrote destiny to ensure life would prosper. And... I had failed.” 

“All of my works and planning, all of the dark contracts I saw fit to craft, all that I had engineered. Had failed. In the pivotal moments of the war for existence the darkness I had foreseen struck the final blow and the multiverse itself... died. Everything that was, is and would ever be was condemned to oblivion. All seemed lost, save for a single light in the darkness.” 

“Among the heroes I had gathered were the Paragons. The greatest of the endless champions within the multiverse, they embodied the virtues that serve as the very foundation of heroism. Spirited away to a place beyond space and time they were all that remained of reality. The Paragons engaged in one last desperate measure to undo the destruction of everything. And they were aided by the first heroic soul to fall against this evil.” 

At this the image of the Monitor is replaced by one of Oliver as the Green Arrow. 

“This noble soul was Oliver Queen of Earth-Prime. Long ago he fell into darkness and spent the rest of his life until his final breath fighting to escape it. He began as an agent of vengeance, attacking those who had corrupted his home. They had failed the people of Star City and he sought retribution for their failure. But in his crusade he eventually discovered the strength in hope and chose to walk the path of justice.” 

“Through this new way he would inspire others to become heroes” 

An image of the Green Arrow and the Flash together is shown. 

“And would stand alongside the heroes of other worlds” 

An image of the Green Arrow with Supergirl is shown. 

“Oliver Queen served as a guiding light for the heroes that had gathered around him, becoming a leader to them all.” 

An image of the gathered heroes from the Crisis on Earth-X is shown now. 

“In the course of my preparations for the Crisis I made an accord with Oliver Queen. In exchange for the salvation of his friends he would serve as my operative in planning for the multiverse’s survival. And the day that the Crisis began would be the last day of Oliver Queen’s life.” 

“The evil I had foreseen would begin the war to end all life with an attack upon the world of one of the champions I had gathered. Oliver Queen would lead the heroes in saving this world but the forces standing against them were too great. The powers of justice had no recourse but to flee and the choice was made to send the denizens of this world to another one. In need of time to save them all Oliver Queen stood by himself against the army of shadows that sought only destruction. Though many lived, not all could be saved and the world fell, consumed in the fires of antimatter. And Oliver Queen would take his final breath.” 

“But this was not the end of his journey. In death the Green Arrow would become stronger than any other being to walk the endless worlds. An ancient power meant to be the final safeguard should existence face extinction rose against the darkness but was in need of a soul to wield it’s strength. Through his battle against his own inner darkness Oliver Queen was deemed worthy of this power and with his demise he was able to claim and return for one final battle for the fate of all things.” 

“In tandem with the Paragons the shadows that would devour creation’s light were struck down and, at the cost of his very soul, Oliver Queen was able to light the forge of creation anew. The Green Arrow sacrificed his life, his future with those he loved and even his very soul. He gave up everything to save us all and in doing so brought about the Rebirth of the Multiverse.” 

“All lives upon every world within every universe owe an immeasurable, unpayable debt to the lone, noble soul of Oliver Queen. I send this message across the infinite expanse of possibilities so that his story may be known and the trials and sacrifices he was made to endure would be remembered. I send it not to the entirety of the world but to those who would understand and respect the cost that a true hero had to pay and who would cherish what they have left through their actions. I send this message to heroes, one and all, who know the endless battle that the Green Arrow and his allies fought to save us all. I ask of you who receive this message one thing. Fight for justice. Fight to save all you can. Fight to save every live that you encounter. Fight to create a better world. Fight... for a greater tomorrow. For if one lone soul can save all of existence what could a multiverse of heroes accomplish?” 

With that final question the message would end and Novu would reflect that he had set things in motion to create a fitting tribute and reward for the Green Arrow after the hero’s journey had reached an end. Every world would have someone who knew of the savior to them all. Oliver may have been content with a quiet death and equally silent remembrance but Novu felt he deserved far more for what he had given up. And the Monitor knew, courtesy of his cosmic awareness, that the message that had been sent would engrave Oliver Queen’s name into the future of the endless cosmos. 

Said message had garnered quite the amazing audience wherever it had been. From the Justice Society of Earth-2 to the Titans of Earth-9. From the Avatar of the Green on Earth-19 to the Doom Patrol of Earth-21. From Mount Justice on Earth-16 to Titans Tower on Earth-703. From the Watchtower on Earth-12 to the one on Earth-167. Across the Halls of Justice on Earths-32, 51 and 52. From the Batcave on Earth-89 to Krypton of Earth-518. All varying versions of heroes both well known and obscure. And all united in the fight for justice and hope. 

With his work in honor of the one being in eons that the Monitor might call a friend finished Novu departed Earth-Prime, ready to begin watching the endless and infinite stories that made up the multiverse. 

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Mar Novu stood within the Bleed, the space between spaces that existed within the walls that divided all worlds. His sight was cast out to the multiverse and beyond the dark matter that had crafted it, seeing so many impossible worlds that appeared as though they were born of dreams. 

“My name is Mar Novu. Eons ago I took on the title of The Monitor to watch over all of existence so that I may guard it against an unknowable darkness. Through great struggle and sacrifice that darkness has been bested, fading away in the shine of the light. Now I resume my eternal vigil not only to protect the infinite realities of the multiverse but also now so that I may see the stories of the endless Earths unfold.” 

And Novu’s vision gifted him sights of not only this multiverse but many beyond. All manifesting before him as screens of light showing him the worlds beyond. 

The mightiest heroes of another Earth assembling to avenge to evils of the villains they fought. 

A plumber with a red hat jumping between the towers of a castle to land on the roof. 

A blue hedgehog running around at the speed of sound going through a loop. 

A red and blue truck transforming into a humanoid robot in disguise. 

A young prince holding aloft his magic sword and transforming into the most powerful man in the universe. 

A group of teenagers with attitude dressed in multicolor spandex. 

Four humanoid turtles wearing ninja masks. 

A chosen hero in a green tunic pulling a sword from a stone pedestal. 

A young man with a straw hat stretching his arms to move around a pirate ship. 

A group of six biomechanical warriors in different colors. 

A blue robot with an arm cannon that fought for everlasting peace. 

A woman in extraterrestrial armor looking through a visor and firing with her arm cannon. 

A man in rustic clothes carrying a morningstar tipped chain whip. 

A group of feline-like humanoids stands together. 

A man in a conical straw hat summoned forth a torrent a lightning. 

And so many more. 

“For the first time in the endless eons I look forward with a smile on my face and wonder in my soul.” 

And he truly did, the eternal being giving a truly rare smile. For this was not only the beginning of the Age of Heroes but also the start of the Age of Stories. 

The End 

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AN 

Okay so this here is the start of a series of stories I’ll be writing that all fall under the title of Crisis War. I’ve been inspired to do this by a series of fanfics that fall under the title of Infinity Crisis which was begun by a writer known as Michael Weyer. If you haven’t read them the basic gist is that it’s a crossover between the MCU and the Arrowverse that’s instigated by the ending of Infinity War and eventually starts bringing in other series besides the main two. I enjoy wholeheartedly and suggest checking it out. Look up it’s TvTropes page if you want to find all of the associated stories. I’ll cover what Crisis War will be about exactly in another post. 

I decided to write this at the very end of the Crisis event because it would work best with the plans I have. I wanted to establish a few of the ideas that are coming down the pipeline here. Which shows up mostly in the alternate Earths I mentioned and the visions the Novu sees at the end. 

I won’t be naming the other worlds Novu sees but I will name the other Earths because I took some creative license with their designations and those I didn’t may not be obvious to those who aren’t super-focused comic book fans who keep track of every minutia detail for easter eggs. 

Earth-2 is the world where the Stargirl show is set. 

Earth-9 is the world where the Titans live-action show is set. 

Earth-12 is the setting of the DCAU (Batman the Animated Series, Static Shock, Batman Beyond, Justice League, you get the idea) 

Earth-16 is the world of the Young Justice cartoon (Hands down one of the greatest animated shows DC has ever made but what can you expect when Greg Weisman, the mad genius that gave us Gargoyles, was behind it) 

Earth-19 is the world of the Swamp Thing live action show (I usually don’t like darker horror stuff but I loved that one and it got screwed over by legal issues when it came to filming) 

Earth-21 is the world of the Doom Patrol show 

Earth-32 is a kind of weird one as some sources have it as the possible designation for the world of the Super Friends cartoon. I grew up watching reruns of that one and I still love it to this day. 

Earth-51 is my choice for the world of the DCEU live action films (Man of Steel, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, etc.) This was done first in Infinity Crisis but I had reasons for choosing that as the number. The DCEU takes some cues from the New 52 such as a darker tone overall, several plot elements from there being incorporated into Aquaman and Shazam, Cyborg being included as a Justice League founder. But it isn’t quite a wholesale copy so I thought “why not make it just a bit off from the New 52.”  

Earth-52 is the world of the animated movies based on the New 52 run called the DCAMU. It was phenomenal through it’s connective tissue between films, being like an animated MCU. I honestly believe Warner Bros. should have done more with it so I’ll just include it in my stories. 

Earth-89 is the world of the Tim Burton Batman films. I wouldn’t normally include it but that setting is returning in the upcoming Flash film next year so I might have some ideas going there. 

Earth-167 is the world of the Smallville show. That show was a masterpiece in my opinion and you can honestly say that there wouldn’t be an Arrowverse without it. 

Earth-518 is one that I had to come up with myself and its the world of the Krypton show that aired on Syfy. It was decent but I’m mostly including to showcase some of the ideas that couldn’t come about because it was cancelled. Such as Hawkwoman and the Omega Men. I chose the number based on the month and year the show appeared. 

Earth-703 is another one I had to make up and it’s the world of the Teen Titans cartoon. I loved that show and have a... less than stellar opinion on Teen Titans Go. I’ll just say for the latter that it’s not an endearing successor. I have seen some stories that set Teen Titans in the DCAU but I thought it might be more fun and have more possibilities if I set it by itself. Same deal as Krypton for the number

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Meet Your Doom (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: What happens when you find out your seemingly perfect boyfriend turns out to be the psychotic evil Speedster Team Flash has been hunting this whole time? The prequel to Out of This (Doom)World.

A/N: I may have altered the timeline of the final episodes of Season 1 a bit in order to fit my vision for this story. Hope it worked out!

Life was perfect.

You have the job. The friends. The boyfriend. And sure, you tend to have these pesky visions that sometimes bring on headaches in varying degrees of pain, but other than that, life was perfect.

With a pep in your step, you arrive at S.T.A.R. Labs, the workplace of your love, Doctor Harrison Wells. How did you ever get so lucky?

Your heels clack on the floor as you enter the Cortex where Team Flash relaxes after a hard day's work of metahuman ass-kicking. Harrison had let you in on the secret of him leading the superhero group devoted to saving the city and helping Barry to run faster. How your man juggles so many philanthropic projects at once is awe-inspiring to you.

“There's my favourite journalist.” Harrison is the first to spot you. He always is. He always has his lovely baby blues glued to you. “You look exceptionally beautiful today,” he says adjusting his glasses. He makes your heart skip a beat.

“And you look especially sexy today.” You bend down to give Harrison a kiss hello and he returns it with a passion you're not used to seeing outside of the bedroom and certainly not in front of his colleagues. It catches you by surprise.

“Doctor Wells, do you and the Mrs. have to do this every time?” asks Cisco.

“Apologies, Cisco,” Harrison replies. “And (Y/N) isn't my Mrs. Not yet, anyway.” He flashes you a very aware smile and takes your hand to hold.

You rest a hand on his shoulder. “Ready to leave, babe?”

“I believe I am.”

“May I?” you ask, gesturing to his chair.

“Please do.”

You sit yourself down on his lap and Harrison drives his chair out of the Cortex. Even when he turns the corner, you can still hear Cisco's voice, “See, why can't I have something like that? Something beautiful and gross.”

That evening, you cook for Harrison. You wanted to do something special for your two year anniversary with him and what better way to spend it than a quiet, intimate night in, just the two of you?

The night is filled with deep conversation and loving gazes, which also follows you to your shared bed, where you celebrate your love of each other in a whole other way....

But oddly enough, you didn't sleep well afterwards. Your body tosses and turns in the middle of the night as a vision cruelly interrupts your sleep cycle. It pounds your brain with an urgent intensity. Your visions have never disturbed you in your sleep before.

In the vision, you see a man standing with his back to you. Harrison's motorized chair rests behind the figure, and when the man turns to show his face, you feel like screaming bloody murder.

It's Harrison. The love of your life.

But his eyes glow an evil red as if possessed.

Red lightning emits from his body and in a split second, he's gone.

You wake up with sweat on your forehead and feeling out of breath. What you just saw scares you to your very core. If this vision is true (and why wouldn't it be?), you needed to alert Team Flash. All your lives were in danger.

Harrison Wells is the man in yellow.

You try not to wake your more-than-likely-evil boyfriend by pulling back the covers.

“(Y/N),” comes Harrison's sleepy voice, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm just going to get a glass of water,” you lie. “Be back soon.” Reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you get up and attempt to casually leave the room without looking back. Out in the living room, your fingers attempt to type out a text message to Barry, the only person who has the ability to help you in this moment, and quickly.

I don't think Harrison is who he

says he is. I need help. NOW.    

Before you can hit send, a voice sends a chilling shiver down your spine:

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

What's strange is that you've heard this voice for the past two years and never once has it brought this kind of fear out of you.

“I knew your visions would eventually cause problems for me,” Harrison continues, moving bit by bit closer to you. He knows. It's difficult for you to wrap your head around him walking after all this time. “But hey, it's the price I pay for loving you.”

You feel sick.

“You're him. You're the Reverse-Flash.” He's been under your nose this whole time. Almost every night you'd ask Harrison how Team Flash was faring with the hunt for the man in yellow and every time he'd say they were making progress. Lies. All lies. How could you have missed this?

“Please, call me Eobard, my dear.”

“Eobard?” The name doesn't sound right in your ears, but it could be just that you're used to saying Harrison when speaking to the man with this face.

“Yes, and it sounds so good to hear it from your lips. Say it for me again, would you?”

“I wouldn't want to give you the satisfaction.”

Harris- no, Eobard, is closing in on your personal space. You have your phone grasped tightly behind your back. If I could just press send...

Done!

The villain shakes his head. “It's a shame it has to come to this.”

“C-Come to what?” Eobard is faster than you had anticipated, as he whisks you out of the house and passes buildings and vehicles in a total blur. You tumble to the cold, hard ground of some dark and unknown underground location.

“So what? You're going to leave me in this hole to rot all alone?”

Eobard laughs.

“Well, you won't be alone,” he says. “Isn't that right, Eddie?” A weary grunt comes from over in the corner. CCPD Detective Eddie Thawne sits limp and tied to a chair. He looks dreadful. Weak. How long has he been down here? Wherever here is?

“I don't know what kind of sick, twisted plan you have going on, but you won’t succeed.” It takes everything for you to not let your voice waver. To not let him hear your broken heart through your words. “Barry will stop you.”

“Au contraire, my dear,” Eobard says with an evil smile that seems to fit him. “Mr. Allen will be helping me. Whether he likes it or not.” You have no idea what this means. Eobard uses his super-speed to carry and tie you up to another chair like Eddie's in the blink of an eye. The rope scratches at your wrists.

“You know, if we were alone, this could be fun,” the Speedster's breath is warm in your ear. “Very reminiscent of your birthday last year.”

Your stomach churns.

“Shut up.”

“Aw, come on, (Y/N). You know I love you? I'm doing this for us. Soon we will be out this archaic time and the world will be ours. I have a plan.”

We? Plan?

“I don't want any part of this. Leave me out of it.”

“I'm afraid that's not an option.” Eobard steals a kiss from you. There's no other word for it other than steals. “I'll be back for you. Sit tight.”

“Ha ha.” The underground area becomes quiet once your psycho boyfriend leaves, save for the detective's noises of discomfort. Well, one thing's for sure...

No one has had a worse anniversary than you.

Hours pass. You're sure of it. What you are unsure of, is whether Barry or anyone from Team Flash for that matter has received your hasty text for help. Your multiple attempts to talk with Eddie about the current situation are futile. He's so out of it. You wonder how long it will take until you become this way, too.

But then, you hear the sound of a hatch opening from above. A man and a woman's voice echo down to the depths of where you're being held.

It's Joe and Iris West.

“(Y/N)! Eddie!” Iris cuts away your binds while Joe takes care of Eddie's.

“Thank God you're alive!” she says. “We've been looking everywhere-”

“Iris,” you tell your work friend, “It’s Harrison. He's the Reverse-Flash!”

“His name is Eobard.” Eddie's voice is scratchy. How does he know this? “He said that we're family. He's a Thawne. My descendant.”

You are so confused. Joe must see this on your face.

“Come on,” he says. “Let's meet up with the rest of team... And get you both some clean clothes.” You look at Eddie, whose suit is dingy from however long he's been down here, and then to yourself, still clad in your nightgown. You're too tired and shaken to feel any kind of embarrassment.

“Good idea.”

You end up sleeping for almost an entire day and a half. While Team Flash works out a way to deal with Eobard, you sleep the stress and heartache away in a back room of S.T.A.R. Labs. You wish you could be more help, but you don't have the energy right now. Besides, Team Flash knows what they're doing. Right?

On and off during this time of mental recuperation, a recurring image of a dark hole in the sky flickers in your mind. Sometimes you see it for longer periods of time, others shorter. It's unclear what this means, or when this phenomenon will take place, but nonetheless, it frightens you even while sleep.

A knock on the door wakes you. Your eyes flutter open to see Caitlin standing in the doorway, peeking in. She looks upset.

You sit up. “Caitlin?”

“(Y/N), I have terrible news.”

“What? What is it?”

She takes a breath. “Doctor Wells... Thawne is getting ready to return to his time.”

“Isn't this good news?”

“He... He threatened us. Saying if you didn't go with him to the future, he'd kill us all.” This statement cuts at you like a knife. Like hell if you were going with Eobard!

But if you don't, your friends will suffer.

I have to go. For their sakes.

“Take me to him.”

Eobard, the man you thought you knew, holds his arms out and open to you as if welcoming you back into his presence.

Where is Barry? And why is he not jumping in to save the day?

You suppose you're the one saving the day, in a sense, going with this man to keep your friends from being killed. Eobard is handsy with you and very firm when ushers you towards a glass bubble-like machine. Dressed in his infamous yellow and black suit, he has you sit down beside him in the chair within. The door closes on you both and he smiles to himself. Eobard is getting his way. Like he's planned for since the beginning. As he punches a button on the control panel, the futuristic machine begins to hover off the ground. There’s a far-off look in his eye.

“Home,” he whispers.

It may be his home, but it will never be yours.

Then, a torpedoing red streak hurtles its way directly at you both. The Flash. Barry smashes the glass machine, shattering it into a million shards and broken pieces, while also managing to cradle and shield you from the collision. Eobard starts yelling furiously at Barry.

“Get back,” Barry instructs you, staying in between you and the villain. It doesn't take long for the two Speedsters to begin fighting all around the courtyard to the death. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Eddie, who has come to help you out of the situation safely. He offers you his hand.

“Go. Get away from here, quickly.” But Eddie doesn't seem to be coming with you.

“What about you?”

“Don't worry about me.” The detective looks sad as he says this, but you hurry off to join Joe and Cisco far away from the violent battle. The moment you reach them though, a deafening gun-shot blast rings out in the air. Joe rushes to his partner, now collapsing to the ground, a seeping, bloody wound forming at his chest.

You can't breathe.

“Eddie is Eobard's ancestor,” Cisco explains in shock. “If Eddie dies, he'll never be born and- he's being erased from existence!”

You can't take your eyes off of Eobard. The face of Harrison, the face you loved, the face you've kissed an immeasurable amount of times, transforms before your very eyes. The shape of his jaw, his eyes, his hair. He's turning into a completely different looking person.

But he's still the same man who betrayed you on the inside.

Eobard keeps his focus on you witnessing his change. It's almost hard to watch with the amount of tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh, (Y/N), we could have changed the world together...”

“You've changed my world enough for one lifetime.” Cracks of light emit from his body slowly, then all at once. Eobard lets out a painful holler as he disintegrates into the air, then and there.

Eviscerated from time.

Harrison is gone. Eobard is gone. All that's left of what once was is you toppling to the ground, with your head in your hands, unleashing everything you've been feeling since finding out his secret through an uncontrollable series of silent sobs.

It takes you a while to fully realize the entirety of Team Flash is huddling around you, trying to force you back into the Labs and away from the pull of the wormhole in the sky.

My vision.

“(Y/N)! You gotta get up!” Barry shouts. “We can't lose you! Not like this!”

Before you can yell back “what's the point?!” Barry says one final thing:

“You are a part of this team as much as anyone! Team Flash doesn't abandon one of their own!”

His words are the driving force you needed to bring you to your feet. You stare up at the daunting, spiralling wormhole hovering above and wipe the streaks of tears from your face with your sleeve.

“Okay, Team. Let's save the world.”

~

Anonymous Request: OK I know this is an odd request but can you do a sequel/prequel or mid-equal to out of this doomworld - like I love how you wrote the relationship and want more ? but only if you're cool with it. Thanks! ×

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Amazon Prime's newest series, Invincible, is based on the comic series by Robert Kirkman of the same name and is a coming of age story that takes inspiration from various other pieces of comic book media to bring a unique and fresh take on the genre.

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As a result, some of the characters in the series are similar to other popular comic book characters that already exist. Specifically, the primary superhero group of the universe, the Guardians of the Globe, seems to be an obvious parody of several characters from DC comics who are all members of the Justice League.

7 Red Rush: The Flash

Almost immediately, it's easy to realize that Red Rush is a lot like the Flash aka Barry Allen. Both characters are speedsters with the ability to move incredibly fast and both also share a red color scheme when it comes to their costumes, although the Flash's costume often features yellow accents and a lightning bolt logo while Red Rush's costume is just different shades of red with two R's for the symbol.

The first obvious difference is that Red Rush, whose real name is Josef, is actually Russian while Barry isn't. Another difference is when Barry runs, he leaves a trail of bright yellow lightning behind him, however, when Josef is using his superspeed all that is seen is a red blur.

6 Aquarus: Aquaman

Out of all the Justice League members, Aquaman is the one that has been parodied and made fun of the most so it makes sense that Aquarus is based on him. In addition to the fact that both of them are the Kings of the underwater city of Atlantis, both can breathe underwater and on land and both have hydrokinesis which allows them to bend and control water.

While Arthur is only capable of Hydrokinesis while using the trident of Poseidon, Aquarus can use that power without any necessary tools and can even directly generate and blast water from his hands. Besides the ways their powers differ, the biggest contrast between them is in their appearance since Aquarus is more fish than human, complete with fins and webbed feet, while Aquaman is much more human.

5 Green Ghost: Green Lantern

Despite the fact that Green Ghost is based on Green Lantern, she is the character that is least like her DC counterpart in the series due to the fact that some of her powers had been changed for the show. In the comics, Green Ghost has the ability to create energy constructs as the Green Lanterns do but since that power isn't used in the series, her primary ability is becoming intangible, allowing her to move herself and others through solid objects.

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Another difference between the characters that is actually accurate to the comics is that instead of a ring that is fueled by willpower, Green Ghost gets her powers from a small green stone that she swallows.

4 Martian Man: Martian Manhunter

If their names didn't make it clear enough, Martian Man and Martian Manhunter are basically the same. Both characters originate from the planet Mars, however, while Martian Manhunter is the last of his kind in the DC universe, Martian Man's homeworld is confirmed to be full of other Martians when Mark visits the planet while overseeing a NASA mission. In addition to their names being similar, they also share a few powers, specifically, flight and the ability to shapeshift.

While Martian Manhunter often uses his shapeshifting ability to look like other people, Martian Man mostly uses his to stretch and contort his body, allowing him to wrap himself around his enemies. Those seem to be his only real powers they share considering Martian Manhunter has various other abilities like invisibility and can even rival Superman in strength.

3 War Woman: Wonder Woman

Another member whose name is similar to the DC character they're based on is War Woman, who is inspired by Wonder Woman. The two both have essentially the same powers, enhanced strength, enhanced durability, and flight. While they are different colors, the design and style of their armors are also pretty similar but their weapons of choice are not.

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While Wonder Woman usually uses a sword or her lasso of truth in combat, War Woman instead uses a mace which is a weapon typically used by another Justice League member, Hawkgirl. Another aspect of War Woman that could be a nod to Wonder Woman is the fact that her alter-ego, Holly, is a CEO of a business located in Boston during her free time which could be a reference to the unaired 2011 Wonder Woman pilot which showed Diana as a CEO as well.

2 Darkwing: Batman

The character that is closest to their DC counterpart is Darkwing, who is a parody of Batman. Much like how Batman has no superhuman abilities, Darkwing is the only member of the Guardians without any actual powers. Instead, he relies on his skills in hand-to-hand combat and on a series of gadgets he has, including a glider that he uses to get around since he isn't capable of flight.

It's even shown that, while the other members of the Guardians deal with more powerful villains while acting on their own, he focuses more on street-level criminals. Their costumes are also basically the same since they both feature dark colors, a cape, and a utility belt. The only real difference between them is that the person in the Darkwing costume is Black while Bruce Wayne is traditionally white in the comics.

1 The Immortal: Superman

While The Immortal isn't as close to Superman as most of the other characters are to their DC counterparts, the similarities are still there. Both characters are the leaders and the strongest members of their teams with similar powers, super speed, super strength, invulnerability, and, most importantly, flight. However, the differences in their powers are that The Immortal doesn't have Superman's freeze breath, laser vision, or his super senses.

Also, The Immortal has the power to not age at all while Superman just ages at a much slower rate. As far as costumes go, both characters also feature the first letter of their superhero identity in the design of their suits with the "S" being plastered across Superman's chest and the stem of the "I" appearing on the Immortal's chest while his head comes out of the section meant to represent the dot of the "I."

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