Who am I

by Beastdragons2187

My name was Bart Allen, and I was the fastest boy alive. Now I don't know who I am, I thought I did, I thought I was Barr Tor, but now the world is strange. And I've yet again, been displaced in time, and my own brain. Maybe Flash knows the answers, maybe he doesn't, I need to know who am I in this world, and why has my identity been stolen over and over again.

Barr sat on the edge of a bridge, he stared down at the shallow water at his reflection. He felt alone, purposeless, and cold. A red bag was strapped on his shoulder. He didn't dare open it in public. For it held his Kid Flash outfit, for a long time it was the only clothes he had.

Now when he looked at it an odd finiliarty rose over his body, the yellow outfit had faded to an off white and the dark red turned a brighter and worn color. Weirdly everytime he looked at it, it gave him an odd feeling.

He thought about going to Central City, or finding the other Titans, but there was a new Kid Flash, he wasn't needed. But, at the same time, he had a gut feeling there was a need for him, not as Kid Flash but as something else. His head killed him, as if yet again, another part of himself was missing. This time, he didn't want to run from it. He needed to know what it was, but he didn't know where to start. His heart was broken, he was alone, the Titans he knew disbanded, the Flash probably thought he was dead or something, and he had also heard about Tim being dead. Something he couldn't believe, or accept.

Now it seemed as if his name wasn't even really Barr Tor, and he had a feeling that another named fit, but he didn't want to go back. He didn't want to be Bart Allen, because he thought that wasn't it, but his heart told him otherwise. His brain and soul were fighting, over who Barr Tor really is. Bart Allen, the named rung in his head, he thought it was just a name. A name given to him in witness protection, but now it seemed as if that wasn't all it was. But he ignored those thoughts.

Flash once told him that they could potentially talk to each other, get through stuff. But Flash probably forgot him. In fact, there's a new Flash, with crimson red hair. Oddly, he looked, and was familiar but he didn't know why.

Earlier that day, he had walked into a clothing store, he lingered in the graphic tees section. He had gazed at a black tee shirt with a red Superman symbol. He couldn't get his eyes off of it for five solid minutes. The image of it burned in his brain, because it too was familiar. He couldn't place a finger on as to how though.

But now, he just sat on the bridge, waiting. Waiting for his brain to make a decision on what to do. Find Flash and talk to him, or go through it alone. Because even Flash had an odd sense of familiarity. Once Flash said they could possibly be related, at first he dismissed it as Flash being insane and stalkerish. Now, it was yet another thing that he couldn't get off his brain.