DEF: Wrote this to Tomorrow: SR 71, somewhat of a drabble while I was waiting for my friend to call

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He knew what was going to happen, of course he did, either he died or he lived, simple as that so was it any wonder he was scared? In the world of the Justice Lords, tomorrow was the day he died, so strange to think on he knew when it was, call it a sixth sense or speedster's intuition, whatever tickled your peach.

He wrapped his arms around himself in a tight hug, he was in Egypt standing atop the sphinx, the cold desert air was comforting, it helped him calm down. His body ran higher than a regular human's because of the rate of enzyme activity, if they reacted they the rate they did in say Bruce, he'd be dead before he hit the ground. Still, it wasn't the cold that had him trembling, he knew what he would have to do tomorrow and he didn't like it, not one bit.

According to his experience with the Lords' Bat, he would either have to roll over and die or he would have to push himself beyond his limits. The limits he had set for himself for a reason, he might add. He couldn't let Luthor take over, that would mean the end of everything, no one would be able to stop him if Flash didn't break his one rule. On the other hand, he could cause just as much damage as Luthor, possibly worse, there was no telling what he could do if he tapped into the Speed Force.

He shivered again, he would never tell his teammates about it, never. He couldn't let them know about it, they would treat him like a freak, and he was. The Speed Force was raw power, if he broke into it tomorrow, he could cause the dimensions to fall in on each other, he could disrupt time, he could kill everyone who had ever lived, who ever would live.

The truth was, he wasn't afraid of tomorrow, he was afraid of himself, what he could do and what would happen if he didn't. What do you do when the unstoppable force meets the immoveable object? You run for cover and hope to God you survive.

Faster, always, that was what his life was bout, speed and his need for it, it was like his drug, he was addicted. If he caught a whiff of something more, something stronger, there'd be no escape, no turning back, he would become a monster.

There was also the fact that no one who had gotten sucked into the Speed Force had ever found their way back out, it was too alluring, singing its siren song for all eternity. Uncle Barry was there, he knew that now, it wouldn't be so bad to run with him again in a place where they were both equals, it would be a pleasanter death than he could imagine.

He sighed long through his nose, that was one of the cons of being a hero, you never knew how or when you would die, it could be quick and painless or it could be long and torturous. Or you could become handicapped, loose your limbs, in some cases, your mind. He could avoid all the uncertainty oh so easily, defeat Luthor and escape into forever, leave all earthly worries behind.

But then what would happen to his teammates? What would happen to Bruce? He shuddered violently, he didn't want him to turn into the Lords' Batman, so sad, so alone. He had made fun of the whole ordeal but those eyes, the guilt in them, they still haunted him even years later. The Lords were a complication, he couldn't die and leave the League like that but then again, the Lords had been smaller.

The Lords had consisted of only the Original Seven, the League had so many more, if ever the remaining six showed signs of turning, the other Leaguers would take care of it. Problem solved, leave it to other people, simple easy and cowardly.

He scowled at the thought, Rudy had called him a coward, never able to stand up for himself, never able to fight back but Rudy was wrong, he chose not to fight, not to avoid the beatings. Not even when Rudy had broken five of his ribs and put him in a coma for a week did he feel the need to get revenge. Bruce called him stupidly optimistic, he didn't want to see the bad in people, well maybe that was it, maybe it was stupid. Stupid no to defend yourself against you abusive drunk of a father, stupid, yes, but then again bravery was just stupidity with a flash out come.

Think about it, seven people, well three aliens, an immortal warrior princess, an ex Marine with a tricked out ring, a cocky speedster and a billionaire with an obsession with bats and vigilante work had saved the planet more times than anyone could count. Added bonus, they had saved other planets in other galaxies and the same planet only in different dimensions. All of it was stupid, yet because it had worked, people called them brave, dubbed them heroes.

Sure others could call him brave, dedicate museums in his honour but when it all came down to it, what he thought of himself was more important than what billions of others said. So he knew he couldn't carry through with just meekly slipping away into the Speed Force, he would fight it and hope that his friends came through for him. That they manages to somehow save him.

Because the truth was everybody loved to be in on the pressure but only those who actually faced the danger, put their lives on the line knew what it was like. The audience was their for the thrill but they would always be waiting for that one spectacular blow out, the finale when they crashed to their deaths.

He wasn't afraid of tomorrow, not anymore but he was still afraid of himself, he only wished his friends were strong enough for themselves and for him. The desert winds were never cold to him, yet he felt the need to wrap his arms tightly around himself.

Heroes didn't get scared, to hell with that, sometimes heroes were the ones most afraid, and God knew he was scared out of his mind, but they worked through their fear and somehow managed to save the day. Please let his father be wrong, he wasn't a coward, he wasn't! He was a hero god damnit! And he would get through tomorrow even if it killed him.

DEF: School is actually kinda nice right now so I'll update when I can. Any song, any character, whatever you the reviewers want.

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