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Dick, Wally, Jamie, and Bart were all in the kitchen of mount justice. They weren't doing anything particularly interesting, just sitting and eating and enjoying each others company for a while. It was common to find the four of them together after all Nightwing and Kid Flash were dating, the two speedsters were close as could be, and the two younger boys were practically attached at the hips whenever they weren't busy. Eating with two speedsters was an event in its self. Several plates of food piled high with sweets and other junk food that they were all sharing and enjoying.
"So there is this boy at my school" Impulse was speaking quickly but not too quick that the non-speedsters couldn't hear them, DIck was only half listening to what he was saying and half focusing on eating a giant cookie. "He is insane, like seriously, his name is Tony and..."
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Suddenly Dick wasn't in the kitchen anymore, everyone's voice around him was starting to swim the room faded to dark and quiet. He was suddenly in the circus looking at his parents, he could see them waving at the screaming fans. He felt a knot formed in his throat and he couldn't breathe. Logically he knew this wasn't happening but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his parent's performance.
Suddenly he saw the man, Tony Zukko, his knife hovering over the rope. He knew that wasn't how this happened, he knew that this wasn't real. But his eyes began to burn with tears anyway.
Suddenly his parents were falling, the screaming of joy turned to scream of terror. He knew what was going to happen next but he couldn't tear his eyes away from them falling in slow motion.
Suddenly he couldn't breathe. His parents hit the ground the sounds of cracking and breaking.
Suddenly he felt something warm on his face, his hand came up and touched his cheek. It was blood, his parent's blood. He logically knew that didn't happen blood never hit him he was too far away, the room began to swim again. He felt himself sink to his knees, everything was going black.
Suddenly there was someone saying his name. "Dick? Dick come back to us now." He could hear the voice but he couldn't place who it was, who was talking to him. Who was calling his name?
Suddenly the kitchen started to fade back into view. He was sitting on a bar stool looking forward blankly. There was a redhead sitting in front of him talking to him quietly. Wally, Wally was talking to him. Wally was his friend. He looked down at the counter there was a large cookie broken into a million pieces on the polished marble. Something was warm on his face, he touched it softly. Tears, there were tears on his face.
"You back with us Dicky?" Wally's voice was soft and kind. Dick nodded softly and rubbed the tears off his face.
"Yeah, sorry about that" he whispered, "Yeah I'm back." He looked at the two other young men who were sitting in the kitchen, they were looking at him solemnly and understanding. They could identify what happened, it happened to all of them from one time to another.