Chapter 2

Sam stared at his reflection in shock. He could see. He shouldn't be able to see. He was supposed to be blind in one eye. The vigilante swallowed heavily as he shifted his head allowing his eyes to trail over the scars he still had. Whatever the lightning did to him hadn't gotten rid of the scars. Just his blindness.

Sam took a deep breath as he listened to the sound of his heart. The damn thing was so loud in his ears. The 32 year old swallowed heavily as he looked up at his reflection again. His eyes. His eyes and the lightning-berg scar were what freaked him out the most. The milky brown and hazel contrasted so much. The milky brown eye was missing a pupil. That he was familiar with. The scar lines from his injury years ago were faded, but they just made it worse. The lightning-berg scar trailed from his back and ribcage up to the back of his neck.

"Uh. You okay in there, man? I mean, I know you're probably freaking out cause you've been in a coma for nine months, but still."

Sam tried his best not to flinch at the voice outside the bathroom. A coma. Nine months. Fucking hell. Sam swallowed heavily.

"I'm alright. Just. Just processing," Sam answered to the voice.

His voice was shot to hell, and it was shaking terribly. God he reminded himself of when he was in Afghanistan. Samuel reared back when a hand touched his shoulder causing the vigilante to nearly hit whoever had touched him.

"Woah, woah, easy there! Friendly," the same voice called out as the hand retracted.

Sam relaxed as he turned to stare at the man, really a boy. Cisco, he believed the guy's name was. The long haired male held his hands up in a surrendering position as he eyed Samuel. Sam hesitated as he lowered his clenched fists. He had to get out of here.

"Don't… no touching. Don't wanna hurt you on accident," Sam swallowed his heart going a million miles an hour.

"No touching got it. Look, man, if you're awake then your brother should be waking up any day now. We just want to make sure that you're alright so we are prepared for when your brother wakes up," Cisco smiled hesitantly his hands still up.

"Check up later. I need fresh air, and water," Sam pressed past Cisco walking back to the cortex as they called it.

They being STAR Labs. The ones who caused the fucking particle accelerator to fucking explode. He hated science. Samuel slipped on a STAR Labs t-shirt, his black jacket- which had been kept by his bedside-, and his black combat boots before heading towards the door. He didn't need an explanation of what went wrong or why they had him at the lab.

Sam ignored the younger male behind him, the female doctor asking for test samples from him, and the scientist in the wheel chair begging him to stay. Fucking assholes.

Sam rushed out of the building, ignoring the numbness of his legs and the pounding beneath his ribcage. Samuel Allen mentally drew up the mental map of Central City he had and tried to decide if the West house or the CCPD was closer. He could head to his apartment later.

Samuel cursed as he brushed past people along the side walks of Central City. Sam swallowed as he made his way to the CCPD. Fuck, he was running on adrenaline. His mind raced as his knees nearly buckled. Fucking hell! Nope, he needed food or water. He needed something to get himself running on normal energy.

Sam cursed lowly as he slammed into someone while turning a corner. Fuck, he was all over the place if he didn't see that coming. The vigilante turned his head to apologize to whoever he had ran into, and got his voice stuck in his throat. Leonard Snart. A much older and clearly more experienced version of the man he had run into when he had been 20 years old.

"Sorry. I'm all over the place at the moment. Waking up from a nine month coma isn't fun," Sam forced himself to speak as Snart eyed him cooly, clearly not pleased with being ran into.

"It's fine. Can't imagine what you're going through if you just woke up a few hours ago," Snart replied, his voice as cool as ice his curiosity peaked.

"More like 30 minutes ago. I hate hospitals. I'm Samuel," the vigilante introduced himself pleased that the criminal didn't recognize his voice.

"Leonard. I wouldn't recommend running away from a hospital if you just woke up from a coma. What caused it," Snart hummed, his eyes flicking up and down Sam's body.

"Lighting strike. That's what this is from," Sam answered carefully gesturing to the scaring that curled around his shoulder and the back of his neck, seeing no reason to lie to the thief in front of him.

The eye flicking was familiar. As well as the light shift away from his right hip. Snart was most likely carrying. That wasn't surprising at all. Sam could tell by the way Snart's shoulders never relaxed that he had been labeled as dangerous. Interesting enough was that he probably wasn't as dangerous as Snart thought considering his brain wasn't fucking working.

"Sorry I ran into you, but I really need to get to my adrenaline calmed down and some food in me. Nice meeting you Leonard," Sam nodded lightly allowing his eyes to trail to the gun at the blue eyed thief's hip.

As Sam walked away he could feel Snart's eyes in his back. Yeah, he was definitely labeled as dangerous.

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Sam stumbled into the precinct with his heart still pounding against his ribcage. He had gone to Jitters first to get something to eat and drink. Iris worked there last he knew. He had asked around to make sure she still worked there, and was pleased to know that she was only on a lunch break at the moment. So, here he was at the CCPD precinct. The brunette huffed lightly as he twirled himself around looking for either Joe or Iris West.

"Sammy?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Sam spun around and locked gazes with a young woman with dark skin and darker hair wearing a pale cream dress and high heels. Samuel smiled lightly at the image.

"Iris West," Sam dipped his head in respect.

Iris put her hands up to her mouth in shock, tears flooding her dark eyes, before she launched herself at the older male. Sam grunted as he was slammed into by a warm hug.

"You're awake," Iris laughed through her tears holding Samuel tighter.

"And kicking," Samuel smiled as he slowly wrapped his arms around his foster-sister.

Samuel was aware that he was being stared at by a few others in the building. He was used to being stared at due to his extensive scaring. The 32 year old sighed as he pressed a light kiss to Iris's forehead as she sobbed happily into his chest.

"You're awake," Iris sobbed as she gripped Samuel tighter, laughter bubbling up in her throat.

"I'm awake. I'm awake, маленький," Samuel whispered tacking on the Russian nickname, little one.

"Samuel?"

The vigilante turned his head to look over at the source of the voice. Joe West was standing there in shock as he stared at them.

"Hаставник," Samuel smiled lightly, the Russian still falling from his lips like he had always spoken it, mentor.

Joe was in his suit. His hair was a little grayer than Sam remembered. His eyes had bags underneath them as well. He looked tired.

"You look tired, old man," Samuel smiled wanly as Joe stepped towards him warily.

"I'm so glad to see you awake, son," Joe smiled, his eyes pricked with tears.

"I'm glad to be awake," Samuel smiled back his chest tightening up.

/—/—/

By the time Samuel got back to his apartment his adrenaline was pumping again. The vigilante rolled his shoulders as he made his way up the stairs of his building. He felt like he was buzzing. Like there was electricity underneath his finger tips. Samuel sighed as he pulled his keys from his pocket. Iris had kept a spare with her, which was what he was using. The brunette reached his door and slipped the key in to it's lock only to notice that the door was already opened.

Dread filled the vigilante's gut at the notion. His door was open. How long had it been open? Why was it open to begin with? Who had been in his apartment? The Santinis? One of Gotham's villains? A.R.G.U.S., maybe? Sam pressed inside slowly, allowing himself to go quietly. It wasn't the first time someone had threatened him on his home base.

The walls of his apartment were normal, filled with pictures of his former squad, friends, and family. His dark wood floor made it a little harder to creep silently with his boots on. By the time he made it to the living room he had confirmed that nothing had been stolen, yet. Samuel nearly let his guard down when a familiar sound of a bat-a-rang came from behind him.

Time seemed to slow down as he whipped around and stared at the dark knight. No. Time didn't seem to slow down, it did slow down. Not only that, but he was surrounded by lightning as well. Samuel stepped out of the way of the bat-a-rang, allowing it to slam into the wall behind him.

"You got here fast," Sam commented quietly as he eyed the weapon in the wall.

"I came as soon as I knew you were awake. You're fast," Batman answered stepping forward from the shadows of the room.

"Yeah. I just noticed that. Reminds me of a comic book," Samuel mumbled his memories flashing to the night of his mother's murder.

"There have been others," Batman nodded in agreement.

"You've been watching Central for me," Sam asked in surprise turning to look at his old friend.

"Yes. I've also been keeping an eye on Starling City," the Gotham knight nodded a light smile twitching at his lips.

"You knew. You knew that I'd be different," the younger male smirked lightly.

"Suspected."

"Whatever you say, old man."

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Finally got the second chapter done. I'm really enjoying this fandom. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm trying to keep it close to canon, so Batman will not be around for long. Please tell me what you think.