Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. DC Comics does. This is just a fun writing exercise

Chapter Three

Wally West was moving slowly. It was an uncommon experience for him. Wally was normally the fastest man alive. Right now that it was more like the fastest kid alive. His body was awash with the unstable hormones of a teenager. It slowed him down. It had before. But that wasn't what was really causing his slowness. What was truly slowing him down was his left leg. It was crooked from a bad break. If he moved wrong it hurt. He couldn't stand on it. Sometimes being able to move at super speed was as much a curse as a blessing. It meant that it his body healed at super speed too. It didn't mean it healed right. Broken bones still had to be set to heal straight.

Wally couldn't even remember breaking his leg. His last memory was being in bed with his wife Linda. He'd had an arm around her as he drifted off to sleep. Then he woke up here, blind. While his vision was clearing he couldn't see well. Everything was blurry.

Wally leaned on his friend, Roy Harper. They walked down a dark area that seemed like a tunnel. "What is this? A cave?" Wally asked.

"No," Dick said. His voice was now a child's. The pitch was higher. It should have sounded strange to Wally but it didn't. He had known from the moment he woke that it was Dick's voice. He also knew that he shouldn't have known that. Wally hadn't been around Dick that much before they were thirteen; that was the year they founded the Teen Titans.

"It's a hallway," Roy said interrupting Wally's thoughts, "Trust me you're not missing much."

"Grey walls," Dick said, "Solid concrete. It's an easy mistake."

"Yeah, if you're blind," Roy muttered.

"Hey!" Wally yelled, "My vision still isn't what it should be! Don't go making jabs at the blind!"

"Sorry," Roy said. His voice was unsteady. Wally was still leaning against Roy and could feel that his friend was sweating. His clothes were ringing wet. Wally didn't say anything because he knew what was causing the sweats. It was the heroin withdrawal Roy was going through. Wally wasn't stupid. He knew something about heroin addiction. Maybe he didn't know a lot but he did know something. Also, he knew Roy well enough to know that Roy thought he was being protective by not talking about his problems. It really wasn't working. Wally was still worried about Roy.

Wally was worried about a lot of things. There was his broken badly healed leg. There was Roy's heroin withdrawal. And there was the fact that all three of them had been deaged.

Wally's eyes really weren't working at their best. He suddenly saw light up ahead. "Green light? Are you two seeing this?"

"It's not a light," Dick said, "It's the emerald glow of a Green Lantern."

The light came closer. "That's not just any Green Lantern," Roy said, "It's…Hal! Hal Jordan! But he's d-"

Somehow Wally didn't think that last word should be spoken. Wally slapped a hand over Roy's mouth. Hal Jordan was, as Roy had been about to say, supposed to be dead. Hal had been one of the greatest heroes on the planet. He had been one of Green Arrow's best friends. Hal was one of the good guys, right up until the day that his home city was destroyed. After that he went nuts. He stopped calling himself Green Lantern. He had started calling himself Parallax. As Parallax, he had tried to rewrite time. He had almost destroyed the universe. He ultimately died saving the Earth by restarting the Sun. Hal Jordan was definitely supposed to be dead. Only he hadn't actually stayed in the great beyond. Hal had somehow bonded with the spirit of vencance and become the new Spectre. The Spectre was an extremely powerful ghostly being who one did not want to cross. And still this meant that Hal Jordan was dead.

"They're over here!" the familiar voice of Hal Jordan shouted. As Hal came closer Wally could tell that it was him. It was Hal as he been in his early years. There was no gray in his hair. He was a Green Lantern.

A red blur moving at super speed came down the tunnel. The blur stopped in front of Wally. It was a man in a very familiar red costume with yellow lightning shaped trim. It was the same as the costume that Wally usually wore. The one he wore in honor of his uncle, Barry Allen. "Are you okay kid?" the man asked.

The voice was so familiar, it made Wally gasp. He gazed up in shock. It couldn't be. The man sounded exactly like Uncle Barry. There was just one problem with this: Barry Allen was dead.

The man who looked like Barry pulled Wally away from Roy. The man wrapped his arms around Wally. It felt like Barry was hugging him. It couldn't be! Blood rushed to Wally's head. He began to hyperventilate. Wally felt the darkness surround him. The last thing he heard was Roy saying, "I think he fainted!"

Wally woke on something sort of soft. He opened his eyes. His vision had completey cleared. He could see everything fine. He was wearing a hospital gown. He was in a hospital bed. The room was small and windowless but otherwise very hospital like. He stared at his arms. He was hooked to some sort of machines. There was an iv in his right arm. His body was still that of a thirteen or fourteen year old. He looked at the foot of the bed. His left leg was in a cast.

In a corner of the room not far from the foot of the bed was a chair with a too familiar man sitting in it. He was wearing the Flash uniform with cowl pulled down. He was slump down in the chair with his head tilted back, very much asleep. The blond hair and face meant he was either Barry Allen or his identical twin. Somehow Wally didn't think this was Malcolm Thawne. Malcolm Thawne, Barry's twin who had called himself Cobalt Blue and tried to wipe out all of Barry's family. No, Wally didn't think this was Malcolm Thawne. He had been tricked before but he wanted still to believe that this Barry.

"Uncle Barry?" Wally asked nervously.

"Huh? W-what?" The Barry double came awake startled. He sat up straight in the chair. His eyes widened. "Wally! You're awake!"

Wally glanced around the little room. "Where are we?"

"The Justice League's real headquarters," the Barry look-alike said. He moved to stand beside the bed. "You know the Hall of Justice in D.C.?"

Wally looked him blankly. He didn't know what he was talking about.

The Barry double went on speaking. "It's not the real headquarters. After the Injustice Gang attacked Mount Justice we decided that we needed to be more clever about hiding the headquarters." The Barry look-alike scratched at the back of his head. "I really shouldn't be telling you this but Robin and Speedy are up here too. They're bound to have figured it out."

"Dick-Roy-" Wally interrupted, "They're alright?"

The man who looked like Barry raised a brow. "Who?"

"Nightwing and Arsenal!" Wally said.

The Barry double looked confused. "Again, who?"

"Robin and Speedy," Wally yelled impatiently, " Dick Grayson and Roy Harper! Are they okay?"

"What? You know their real names?" The Barry double looked surprised. He smiled. "Batman is not going to like that. I'm pretty sure he gave Robin direct orders not to reveal his secret identity. If you know his real name then you know who Batman is."

Okay, Wally thought, this really wasn't Barry Allen. At least it wasn't his Barry Allen. What was this? What was Wally dealing with? Virtual Reality? Maybe. Time travel? No. This Barry had mentioned a few things that never happened. So what was going on? Wally needed to talk someone else, someone who wasn't part of this, whatever this was.

"Dick," Wally said, "I mean Robin, where is he? "

A few minutes later Dick came into the room still looking like a ten year old and still wearing that Robin costume. Barry left the room. Dick walked up to the bed.

"What's going on?" Wally asked, "Where are we?" Dick shrugged. "I don't know, yet. You've been unconscious for the past two hours. During that time I've thinking. There's a few odd things I've remembered. Things I can't believe I forgot."

Wally raised his brows. "Like what?"

"Think about your uncle, Barry," Dick said, "What happened to him?"

Wally glared. "You know what happened. He died saving the planet!"

Dick put a hand to his forehead. "Okay, I walked right into that one. Think about something else. Donna Troy, the original Wonder Girl. Who is she? Where she is from? How did she get her powers?"

Wally continued glaring. "What's the point in this?"

"Just answer the questions," Dick said, "Don't think about how stupid they are or the fact that you already know the answers."

"Alright," Wally said still glaring. "Donna is a reflection of Diana made into a real person. Donna is a New Titan raised by the Titans of Myth and given powers by them. No, Donna is Wonder Woman's adopted sister saved by Wonder Woman from a fire when she was just a baby and later given powers by the Amazons' mysterious Purple Ray. No…That can't be right." Wally felt his head starting to hurt as he remembered three different versions of the story of Donna's past.

Wally remembered what really happened to Uncle Barry. He saw in his mind, men and women, all superheroes from different Earths. Memories, dozens upon dozens of memories began pouring into his mind like a faucet that had suddenly been turned on. "The Multiverse," Wally whispered, "The Crisis."

Dick nodded. "Yes. Multiple Earths died. The surviving Earths were blended into one but not seamlessly. We all forgot but there were flaws, things that only made sense if you knew there used to be other Earths. Things kept changing even after the worlds merged, like the universe was trying to rid itself of those flaws. But it never fully succeeded."

"We were from Earth One," Wally said, "But Jay Garrick, the original Flash…He was from Earth Two. The entire Justice Society was! There used to be another Robin, an old Robin! There used to be an Earth Three that's almost exactly like the Earth Two that the Justice League visited a while back. There- Argh!" Wally clutched at his aching head. "This is so weird!" He put his hands over his eyes.

"There shouldn't be other Earths," Dick said, "I think somehow the Multiverse was restored. That or it was never destroyed in the first place. I don't see how energy can be destroyed. And ultimately everything is made of energy. I think somehow that we're on a different Earth or rather hovering in space above it. We're on a Watchtower."

Wally peeled his hands away from his eyes. "We're on the moon?"

Dick shook his head. "No. This Watchtower is different. We're on a satellite in space."