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It was missions like these that Wally wished he was still on a covert-ops team of relatively unknown, mostly superpowered proteges, and not one of the founders of a league of simultaneously idolized and targeted adult superheroes.
Wally skidded to a stop on the street, having just narrowly avoided decapitation via flying car. Morgan le Fey turned her attention to him, and stretched her hand out to shoot some sort of electricity magic in his direction. The speedster was quick to dodge her attacks, ducking under, and flipping over the spells cast his way in a surprisingly impressive show of acrobatics.
Dick would be proud.
Wally sighed, and shook the thought out of his head, forcing himself to focus on the battle in front of him. He could be bitter and homesick later; right now, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, and Superman needed his help.
He watched as Shayera flew towards Morgana, mace at the ready and a battle cry on her lips. Unfortunately, the Thanagarian was intercepted by a bolt of yellow magic, sending her flying into Diana who was attacking from the opposite side. Shayera’s momentum carried both women through the air and into the side of a brick building, then to the ground, creating two large craters in the building’s wall, and in the concrete where they landed.
Superman took this opportunity to attack, grabbing the sorceress by the collar and yanking her to the ground. Morgana was injured, Wally noticed, but not yet unconscious; the battle was not over. Morgana groaned and locked her glare onto the Kryptonian. Her right arm shot out faster than Wally had expected, and latched onto Superman’s ankle. Before the hero could react, some sort of dark purple energy snaked it way up Clark’s legs and body in tendrils. He froze, as if he were paralyzed, which Wally could safely assume that he was.
Turning his attention away from Superman, the speedster noticed that Morgana had made her way back to her feet, and was now using both her hands to control the magic holdiing the Kryptonian in place. Realizing that she was no longer paying attention to anyone but Superman, Wally smirked.
This one’s for you, Aunt Dinah, the Flash thought as he squared himself towards Morgana. With a quick grin, Wally took off towards the sorceress, vaulting off her shoulders, over her head, and twisting in the air to land in a crouch, facing her. Before she could even process what he had done, Wally swept out his leg, kicking Morgana’s feet out from under her. The woman landed heavily on her back, knocking the breath out of her. Her head hit the pavement hard, rendering her dazed and momentarily confused.
“Nice move, Flash,” Wally heard a voice say behind him. He turned to see Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman making their way towards him. The Thanagarian stopped in front of him, while Diana continued towards Morgana, unraveling her lasso as she did so.
“Where’d you learn that?” Shayera asked him. Flash shrugged.
“Just picked it up, I guess,” He told her. Yeah, if you consider countless hours of training ‘picking it up’. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I’m fine, though I’ll admit, I’m a little worried about Superman. If it’s not some sort of kryptonite taking him down in a fight, it’s some pretty brutal magic.” Shayera peered over Flash’s shoulder to get a look at the Kryptonian, and Wally turned to follow her gaze. Clark was rolling his shoulders out and shaking his head, as if trying to expel any excess magic.
“Hey Supes,” Wally called out, “You good?”
Superman looked at the duo observing him and nodded, giving them a warm smile. “I’m okay.”
Wally flashed him a toothy grin and a double thumbs up before turning back to his friend, “See? All good.”
Shayera rolled her eyes in response and raised her hand to her ear to flip on her comm.
“J’onn? Yes, we’re all good here. We have Morgana in custody, does Batman want us to-” Hawkgirl’s conversation was interrupted by two shouts of surprise coming from behind the Flash.
Wally whipped his head around to see what was wrong. His eyes widened when he saw Morgana freeing herself from Diana’s lasso, both the Amazon and the Kryptonian lying still on the ground. Before either Wally or Shayera could react, Morgana froze them with the same spell she had used on Superman just minutes prior.
“You know, I’ve never really forgiven the League for what happened to my son,” Morgana told the two as she made her way towards them.
“You helped…take him…down,” Wally grit out, barely able to move his jaw to speak. Morgana glared at him.
“I enlisted the help of some of the Leaguers to get my son back in control, yes,” She told Flash, “But I never intended for the spell I placed on him all those years ago to be broken. I never intended for my son to suffer the way he is now due to your friends’ incompetence.”
Morgana paused for a moment as if an idea had just occurred, before she turned attention back to her hostages, an evil smirk gracing her features.
“Perhaps your League would like to know what it is like to watch a loved one suffer,” She hummed, inching her way even closer to the Flash, “You are well liked among the League, hmm?”
“Eh, I wouldn’t say well liked, exactly, but sure we can go with that,” Wally snarked at the woman. She snarled at him and grabbed his jaw, not allowing him to look anywhere but her face.
“You think you are funny, do you?”
Wally shrugged-or at least tried to, “I think I’m hilarious.”
Morgana shoved his face away from her in disgust. “How do they put up with you? You act like a child.”
Wally laughed, “You think I act like a child? You should see my best friend on a sugar rush!”
Morgana’s glare intensified, and she waited a moment before she spoke, “You act like a child, and judge someone for actions made as a child, so let’s see how well you fare as an actual child. Perhaps it will teach you, all of you, a lesson.”
A shock of blinding white light was shot in Wally’s direction. The pain was searing hot, sending that pins and needles feeling you get when a limb falls asleep throughout Wally’s entire body. Images and memories of his past flashed through his head as the burning sensation grew.
“What like a bunch of super friends?”
“I was thinking more like a ‘Justice League’.
“Do you have any idea how corny that sounds?”
“Everything is so…different. My friends either don’t exist, or don’t know me. There are no speedsters and hell, I don’t even think Wally West exists. Well, I guess he does now. And hey, I always did want to be the Flash when I grew up.”
“Aw, man! Artemis is so gonna kill me for this! And don’t even get me started on Aunt Iris!”
“Kid!”
“Just tell them, okay?”
“KID!”
“Ah, Paris. The ever-romantic City of Lights. We are so coming back here, babe. You know, when there isn’t a world to save.”
“There will always be a world to save! Now drop me, and go.”
“C’mon, enjoy the moment, my friend. You’ve earned it.”
“The cave was…just a place! Worth sacrificing if it helps us stop the invasion! I’m sorry about all your souvenirs.”
“I don’t care about that junk! I’m worried about Artemis! Terrified for her!”
“Heey, cuz, what are those?”
“Wha- you mean you’ve never had a Chicken Whizzee before?”
“They don’t exist in the future…”
“Sit. Tonight, Bart, we dine like kings.”
“Careful, kid. If you are what you say you are, revealing too much about the future could crash the whole timestream.”
“Wally? What are you-”
“Nightwing called. Thought I might’ve been some help with this mess.”
“You’re Wally West! My first cousin once removed!”
“Key word being removed.”
“You’re leaving, aren’t you.”
“Yeah. We both agreed that after everything that happened with Garth and Kaldur and Tula…I just…I can’t lose her, man.”
“Babe, I got my letter! I’m in!”
“What? Me too!”
“Woohoo! Stanford, here we come!”
Faster and faster the memories came, so quick Wally almost couldn’t even process them.
“Should’ve done this a long time ago.”
“No kidding.”
“I’m amazed we’re still alive.”
“It’s ‘cause they’re being controlled. They’re limited by whoever’s pulling their strings. The very thing putting us in danger is the only thing giving us a chance.”
“I can’t have my best pal questioning my objectivity.”
“Dude, that’s what a best pal is for.”
“Can anyone tell me what he did wrong?”
“Ooh! Ooh! Hit on teacher and got served?”
“Dude!”
“Careful, Superboy, they’re hot!”
“Not as hot as you, babe.”
“Thanks, Wally? That’s sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you, sugar.”
"Find your own little spitfire. One who won't let you get away with nothin'."
“Cool! Souvenir!”
“Why should we let them tell us what to do? It’s simple. Get on board, or get out of the way.”
"Wait, are you going to Cadmus? Because if you're goin', I'm goin'."
"Just like that? We're a team on a mission?"
"We didn't come for a playdate."
“Roy! Dick’s being…a dick!
“Roy! Wally’s cursing at a small child!”
“Oh, so now you’re okay with being short? Not cool, dude.”
“I’m not short! I’m vertically challenged!”
“Both of you shut the hell up before I shove you out of the car and leave you in the middle of the highway!”
“Guys, this is Kid Flash. Kid, meet the Justice League.”
“…COOL!”
And all at once, it stopped.
The white light that had engulfed him slowly began to fade to black as the hot, yet numbing feeling dissipated. The last thing Wally heard before he was engulfed in total darkness was vaguely familiar voices calling for the Flash.