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Some weeks later, I got back from a mission, my legs screaming. I couldn't concentrate - my vision had even started to blur. I collapsed on the couch, the world around me spinning.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. It was a simple mission. Making a quick check of an abandoned wear house; where we had heard a drug ring had been operating, but it seemed they were somewhere else. I was made to run around the wear house to give it a proper check - but it took ten times as long as it usually would. I was only mildly faster than Rob was, and now my legs were searing with pain. The world around me refused to appear clear; every line was blurred and different objects merged into others, like some kind of blurry portal. The Mountain appeared like a colorful version of the static Connor watched.

I must of being laying on the couch for about an hour when the pain in the legs finally faded, and my vision was a little clearer. Rob appeared, looming over me, poking my nose that still itched.

"Hey, Bats has another mission for us but you seem pretty dodgy. You wanna stay behind?"

"-hmm? Uh. No, I'm fine, I'm fine" I insisted, standing up. I stood and stepped forward and immediately fell flat on my face. My legs, instead of burning with pain, were attacked with pins and needles.

Rob started cackling, doubling over with laughter. Glad he found it so hilarious. I struggled to get back onto my feet, finally doing so to find my legs were still stinging from the strange sensation of pins and needles.

"You- ha- oh- ha- oh- ha- okay?" he choked, trying to contain his laughter.

"Fine." I hissed, following him as he strode out to the meeting room.

I didn't here anything that Batman said - my head was throbbing and I was swaying slightly. Batman gave a small nod and I followed the team out to the bio ship. I sat down and began working on the itch that had been building up on my ear as the seat belt clicked on over my we were flying, Kal made his way to the front to address us.

"Team, this mission, has the utmost significance. Not only will there be many civilians around, but the Joker is willing to kill when threatened. It has been reported that he has a bomb set up under the park. So, we must take a secret approach. When we do start attacking, we must do so quickly - there should be about fifty 'goons' to take out, and the longer they know we are there and are conscious, the more people who will get hurt. Wally, we will be specifically relying on you to give us a speed advantage. So you need to run as fast as you can. The Justice League were very generous to give us such an important mission and we must prove that we can handle the responsibility. Understood?"

"Understood" I murmured back, but I was having trouble forming the words. Geese, puberty sucked.

The bio ship touched down gently, invisible, in the middle of a cluster of trees. I switched myself into stealth mode, tumbling out to a point where I could see the Joker without him seeing me. I looked to Kal for a signal. He held his hand flat, to indicate stopping. Suddenly he gave me a thumbs up and...

I ran. I ran as fast and as hard I could, my fists flying. I ignored the pain in my legs, stopped using my vision because I cold barely make out shapes any more.I just had to run. The team - no, the justice League let us been responsible and I couldnt let my team down just because my le- ar- fa- everything hurt. I swept the legs out from under one last bad guy, and I stopped.

The world refused to stay still and my heart beat wildly, out of control.

I suddenly felt a flare of pain in my left arm, worst than the one in my legs. It was worst than the itching, worse than needing to pee all the time, worst than the constant being thirsty. I clutched at my arm, trying to remember which medical condition would make my left arm hurt so much. I began to fall, the world blackening as I did.

The condition... I knew it...

My head hit the ground as it hit me.

I... I was having a stroke.


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