Disclaimer- Bart Allen doesn't belong to me, he belongs to DC comics. I'm only borrowing him for a depressingly bad written fic.
Notes-This is an AU type thing because of the slight difference between Inertia's role in the comic and his lack of role in my fic. It takes place during 'Mercury Falling.' It goes from Bart's POV to 3rd person perspective. Okay, now on to the depressingly badly written fic by me. : unanimous groan: -_-;
"Superheroes"
By: Lar-chan
How can superheroes die? I thought they were supposed to live forever and protect the innocent. Why? Why does Max have to die so soon? It's not fair. He's the only father I've ever known and now he's going to be taken away from me. I know I haven't been the easiest to take care of. I know I'm frustrating. I don't mean to it's just the way I am. And yet Max has always been there for me. He developed a kind of patience for me. I'm all alone at the new Young Justice hangout. I needed to get away from Max for a little while. Sounds wrong, I know. But I just can't bear sitting around and watching Max disintegrate in front of my eyes. His hair has fallen out and he can't do anything on his own. Helen is hovering over him 24/7, he doesn't need me hanging around as well. So I took refuge here at YJ. I'm glad no one else is here. Dr. Morlo said there is some hope that he can survive it. Hope. It's a little dinky string of hope but I'll hold onto it tightly. Any kind of hope is comforting. Any kind.
Bart laid his head on the table he was sitting at and sighed, "This isn't fair." He whispered. The boy began to breath heavily and his shoulders started to shake, tears rolled down his cheeks and his hands were balled into tight fists that began to bang against the table furiously. "...Not fair..." He choked out. Bart lifted his tearful green eyes to the empty chair across from him. The chair that was making more tears roll down belongs to him, the Flash logo painted on it, "...Superheroes are supposed to live forever..."