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WALLY:

I watch as the small rodent slowly reacts to the injection.

It's gray fur magically shifts from dingy gray to a pure white. It's claws diminish to small stubs and its eyes glow slightly before turning a healthy red.

Then everything goes wrong.

The fur turns a dead black and its eyes glow a pale pink. It hisses in pain as its own nails sharpen into lethal claws.

I use the last of my energy to quickly reach forward and…swipe my fingers over its fragile neck.

I hear a small pop before it collapses.

The fur shifts back to a gray and his claws shorten.

Too much kryptonite.

But…I'm on the right track.

Right?

CONNER:

Ten hours.

Five minutes.

And Dick is still not awake.

Nurses have been running in and out of the room all day.

Lately he's been having random bloody noises and sudden jitters.

His pulse has been dropping and rising abnormally along with his temperature.

The only clue I get as to whether or not he's still actually alive is the fact that I can see his eyes moving behind his eye lids. As if he's having a bad dream.

I look up from his pale hand to see a thick stream of crimson running from his left nostril down to his lips.

He whines in his sleep and I quickly move out of the way when A nurse rushes in with a first aid kit.

"Sweetie, I need you to step out of the room." The blond woman says softly.

I obey and walk out of the room qilently.

There, I find Bruce talking to a doctor with a frown.

"…no, that's not right! We were told we'd have at least another ten hours!" Bruce says strictly.

"His body is diminishing at a quicker rate Mr. Wayne! We don't have a choice!"

"Like Hell we don't have another choice! This is my son!"

"What's going on?" I hear myself ask.

They both turn to be in surprise before Bruce sighs and glares at the doctor.

"Dr. Dingher says we'll have to pull the plug earlier than expected."

"What? That's not right!"

"I'm sorry. Richard's body is crumbling at a very fast rate! He'll be in immense pain soon."

"But we haven't found a cure yet!" I object and Bruce only nods.

"That's not my problem. My business to make these patients feel better. That's what I'm doing. Unless you both want Richard to die painfully and slowly…we have to put him to rest."

"But-"

"When?" Bruce cuts me off with a huff.

"Before sunset."

"That only gives us six hours." I say slowly.

"Yes." With that, the doctor leaves with the nurse on his heels.

"Wally and Barry haven't found the cure yet." Bruce mumbles.

"What are we going to do?"

"The only thing there's left to do Conner." Bruce shrugs tiredly and sighs.

"No."

"Yes. We have to put him to rest."