There's this funny thing about dying, lots of people think there's a white light and pearly gates. Others think its nothing and others still believe there is another life awaiting them. But I know different, I have died and been reborn more times than I can count. There is no bright light there is no rest no paradise well at least not for me. Everyone else is lucky their spirits go to the underworld and they can rest for the rest of eternity. But I don't, I just get reborn into a new body forced to live life make friends fall in love and have it ripped away cruelly when I die and start all over again. Everyone else gets something special.
The speedsters merge with the speed force. They get to run forever with other speedsters. Luckier than anything free of well everything they can run to their hearts content swap stories and welcome newcomers in their cheery speedster ways. Not having to worry about going too fast or hitting someone too hard. Their already dead what does it matter?
Rain pouring down on four broken bodies lightning bolts carved into unmoving chests blood being washed away, bodies gone in a flash of light and four speedster joining their brethren.
Martians. Martians are lucky as hell. They get to leave this useless world and find their lost friends. J'ohn can see his wife again and M'gann can be free from the judging glares of green Martians and humans alike. They can see their lost loved ones shake hands with their ancestors laughing and smiling for eternity.
Fire still burns around two charred bodies X's drawn in blood underneath each, bits of blue cape and red hair are scattered with the wind
Bats are returned to their families. Dick gets his Mami and Tatie back, Jason can see his real father his real mom and his fake mom all again, Tim gets his dad and stay with Steph for eternity, Steph can see her dad and hug him again than chew him out for getting himself killed, Bruce gets his parents back and the lonely man will have more joy in his life, Barbra can get her mom back and hug her and tell her how much she loves her, lucky devils. Free to laugh and run for eternity with the ones they lost the ones they failed to save.
Six bodies lay on the cold ground the bat symbol cut out of their chests, blank eyes staring up at the sky, A red head and a brunette hands intertwined as well as a blonds and a brunettes lying dead holding to each other even in death .A red helmet kicked across the street a jagged crack marring the face lenses gone far out of reach for the outstretched lifeless hand.
Arrows get away from the sins they have commited returned to their absent loved ones and get rest from their cesless struggle. Roy gets his family back the red head finaly has some joy back in his life. Artemis can rest in paradise her Sins atoned for and her will to fight for others will not go unnoticed, Green arrow resides happy with Black canary by his side, no one to stare, to gossip. Just them together at last alone.
The street in shambles fires burning four figures hang from the buildings arms up heads down as blood drips onto the street arrows carved into three of their chests and a bird carved into one.
And the Zatarras don't even get me started; first of all they get reunited at last after five long years. Second Zatanna gets to see her mom again and Zatarra his wife. They can practice magic without fear of the consequences and stand together unafraid of what people would think of their magical abilities just living and loving for and eternity
Two bodies side by side, evidence of a magic fight evident everywhere, the bodies holding each other as if in their last moments they had clung to each other in fear. Carved in the man's chest a helmet and carved in the woman's a wand.
The kryptoninans are probably the luckiest. They get to be returned to their home world, krypton all theirs to explore to meet the lost members of the race and for Superboy to explore and define his powers and to develop the same ones as superman. Flight, heat vision, freeze breath, and so much more, to never have to worry about hurting anyone ever again. Paradise.
Eerie green light glowing through the room and two motionless forms surrounded by it, Carved into still chests the s shield gleamed with kryptonite and blood. Somewhere someone laughed mirthlessly.
Atlantians get a great deal. Mera and Arthur gets to see her lost child Garth and Kaldur get to see Tula and L'gann can be treated as a hero despite him being a total jerk. They can swim endlessly with no care and no worry for fire to end their lives.
Flames flicker around five utterly still forms the Aquaman symbol carved into each chest surrounded by a different color. One of blood splattered emerald green another of red tinged orange one an even deeper crimson than before light green covered in blood and a swirling pattern of reds and blacks marred by torn flesh and crimson stains.
Gods I know how death is, everyone else gets a ticket to the underworld and paradise, I travel through a dark hallway to a new life, and at this point I'm looking forward to it.
A dark shadow fell across the blond girls sleeping form, curled up in her dark sheets tears staining her face from the loss of her friends and family, the shadow grinned cruelly thinking of how he had taken everything from her and destroyed the earth's heroes. Grinning he drew the knife he had used to carve the other heroes symbols into their chests marking them and taunting them. He slit the blond girls throat smiling as her green eyes flew open in shock hands grasping for her bleeding throat eyes looking up at him begging asking why, he grinned flipping her onto her back taking his knife hand carving into the smooth flesh of her chest her symbol, a moon.
You see the funny thing about death is it's not so bad, once you get used to it.