"Wally?" Nightwing asked, wondering around the mountain. He had just left Wally for five minutes and already he has disappeared. "Wally where are you?" he asked again, louder this time. There was a blur and a loud crash as Wally ran straight past him and went straight into the wall.
"Still gotta get used to this new floor." He said, walking to Nightwing, rubbing his head.
"There's no new floor Wally, just your thick head." Nightwing joked, as they made their way to the kitchen.

"So, what's the mission for today?" Wally asked, leaning on the counter. "Is it Joker? Ooh, maybe the Riddler? Oooorrrr….is it Harleeeyyy?"
"Neither of those." Nightwing said. "There is no mission."
"Then why are you in your costume?" Wally asked.
"Just some business I had to take care of earlier."
"Why'd you call me?" Wally questioned, walking to the cupboard to grab something to eat.
"I was rummaging through your stuff, and-"
"-WHAT?!" Wally's face flushed a bright red. "Why?!"
Nightwing simply smiled then continued, "I was looking through your stuff, and I found a note from Bart."
"What note?" Wally asked in a muffled voice as he chewed on a packet of Doritos.
"This note." Nightwing answered, passing Wally the letter from Bart.
"Oh. That. It's nothing, Di-Nightwing." He said, placing the letter beside him. "We don't need to worry about it." Wally stepped forward, smiling gently.
"Wally. This is serious. What if it could actually happen?"
"Bud, Blue's scarab is all sorted. And either way, the Reach are practically outnumbered." Wally assured Nightwing, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Now, how about you get outta that costume, and we go watch a film or something?"

"Bart, where did you-"
"What? I only went next-door." Bart sat beside Jaime, handing him handing him a Cola. "Two for a dollar. How crash is that?"
"Crash, I guess. Don't you have homework to do?" Jaime looked up from his own homework, "Your math teacher won't be the best if she doesn't see your homework."
"Hermanoooo, it's crash, I'll do it later. I gotta wait for Wally to come over. He's more important right now." Bart took a gulp of his cola. "Much more important."

Later on, Wally turned up with Dick, who was holding the letter Bart had given him. "Is this true?! Is this going to happen?!" Dick asked, a stern expression on his face as he stomped up to Bart, pushing the note to his chest.
"Whoa whoa whoa, whoa! Wally? I told you to come, not h too. He'll over exaggerate, I said. And look, he's only just stepped foot inside, and he's already gone all mode!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! He kept questioning me and everything, then he demanded, I mean demanded to see you about it."
"You should've hid it harder." Bart pouted. "Why'd you go through his stuff anyway?" he asked Dick.
"Never have you minded. I only came here to talk about the letter, not what we do and why." Dick answered, throwing the letter on the table in front of Bart. "Is it true?" he repeated.
"Well…it was supposed to be a rough suggestion, not crash, I know. But, like I said, it's a suggestion, and most of the time, my suggestions never happen. So, basically…no. it won't." Bart replied while speed-reading his letter. "Well, it might….but it can't"
"Make up your mind, Bart." Dick said.
"Well it's difficult when you have to really think about it. If it can happen, what happens? But what happens if we're all crash and it doesn't happen? Would wweeee….feel the mode? You know, a certain sacrifice takes place for it not happening?"
"Bart, you're making this confusing. What are you guys on about?" Jaime asked.

Bart, Dick and Wally exchanged looks, then after a long silence, Bart replied, "The Reach Apocalypse."